Chapter 966
"What a tenacious opponent, tenacious like a group of ants."
The top of the tower on the city wall east of Eboden, shaking the wine glass in his hand , Little Prince looked at the battlefield under his feet with great interest.
The red blood wine in the cup was spoils of war robbed by a certain wizard warrior. It is said that in order to occupy the warehouse, a dozen warrior casualties were paid-but for the little Prince Rodria In terms of it, it was this bloody liquor, which was really cool, and was very appetizing for him.
There is nothing more pleasant than beautiful wine with beautiful scenery.
"Be surrounded on all sides, Stranded Beast's Struggle...Under such bad conditions, it can make the morale of the warrior like a rainbow, but the more fights the more brave is exhausted but the more fights the more brave is...Loren ·Torino, really terrifying What do you mean, Anson?"
"Yes!"
The chief wizard of Regalia, Anson Zade lowered his head, opened the mouth and trembling with fear said: "But no matter how terrifying he is, it is already your defeated by Your Highness Rodria-either flee or die. Once the last fortress is broken, there is no third way to choose!"
"There is no third way?"
Licking off the wine stains on the corners of his mouth, the little Prince shook his head regretfully.
Loren · Torino… He insisted until now, because there is a third way.
For five days, I didn’t give him any chance to breathe—not to mention that morale did not collapse. They should have been exhausted when they were tired, but now they are still standing in front of the fortress, blocking themselves Of the army.
I won’t mention how he did it for the time being... It can still boost morale in desperation. The enemy who put up a desperate struggle, Prince, has also seen it, but it’s by no means the "morale like a rainbow" in front of me. Looks like.
Loren Torino and his army, they are not desperate at all.
The battle has reached this step, and they still think they can win.
I thought that as long as I persisted a little longer, I would win!
This is not what those who put up a desperate struggle should have!
Although I only met once, little Prince can feel it; Loren Torino is not a liar who regards death as his home, and is ready to drag him down and perish together; nor is he full of brains and fierceness, ready to A noble and loyal person.
He is an extremely calm and extremely cautious lunatic-whenever he becomes crazy and emotional, he is the most calm and cautious.
So... he insists that he will not retreat until now, which means that there is still a support army; as long as he appears, he can reverse the situation and decide the outcome.
There is no sign of an army outside the city of Eboden, not even a trace of it... Therefore, it will not be the legendary "His Majesty the Emperor’s 200,000 Army".
What exactly is it?
Putting down the wine glass, looking at the battlefield in a stalemate again in front of him, the little Prince's expression was a little irritable.
Twenty long and boring days, this battle has been from the very beginning Myriad Transformations, which has become a bad situation for both sides who is more patient.
Forget it, this guy won't surprise himself more if he drags it down... Let's take the lead and ensure victory.
"Your Excellency Anson, your elder sister-I mean the Chief of the Regalia, where's your Excellency Lori Zade?"
Little Prince asked without looking back.
"Master elder sister...uh!" Anson suddenly lowered his head: "The Chief Regalia has rushed to the front line on your order and vowed to behead the head of Duke Byrne!"
p>"If this is the case, please help Lord Lolly Zade." Little Prince said coldly:
"I have to...make sure nothing goes wrong."
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The backhand stopped the knife that pierced the front door, and looked at the blindfolded elf girl, who was already comparable to the afterimage of right Hand, the black hair wizard bowed his head almost instinctively, avoiding the sharp second slash.
Loren's right hand "Dawn" sword was already raised above his head with the cold blade clinging to his chin and slashing across it, making a forward split.
"Bang--!"
The bricks on the floor shattered, and the elf girl who was forced to retreat completed the dodge in a blink of an eye, and turned around; the right hand held it back The hilt of the knife, ignoring the arrows that were constantly hitting her, drew the knife and threw it at Loren.
The black hair wizard dodges while sliding, while watching the surrounding battle nervously, frowning.
Not good, very bad...
From the other party’s knife, the black hair wizard can clearly feel the "great-granddaughter" of the Master Harimvan Ashamai The purpose is not to kill, but to entangle; to ensure that he has no time for him to care about, and there is no time to release the curse, and can only be exhausted with her howling wind and torrential rain-like blade.
Even if you look at her body shape, you can guess that this "chief regalia" is not an endurance player, just a quarter of an hour of fierce battle. Her movements have changed from dexterity to innocence from the beginning. The pursuit of speed blindly.
But the opponent's hysterical offensive still forced Loren to avoid his edge and constantly dodge to find opportunities.
The battle strength of Eboden’s defenders has reached its limit. As long as you drag yourself, let the elves press on as quickly as possible without interference, and it will be sooner or later that the whole line collapses.
A weak "force impact" smashed the blade and avoided the fatal blow. Loren looked at the pale face of the blindfolded elf girl, cold sweat swayed from her forehead like rain—— Obviously, her warrior approach, called "Heart Slash", has not a small burden on her.
But as long as the "heart cut" is not lifted, all attacks are of little significance to her; no matter the flames or arrows, they will be cut open by the Azorean long knife like a cane, only The blade made of Mithril could barely contend with it.
The lamp is almost dead, and I'm still trying my best to haunt myself... a terrifying woman.
The black hair wizard shook his head, and while putting "Dawn" behind him, exerted force on both feet and rushed towards her.
"Clang——!"
The heavy impact was accompanied by sparks, and Lori, who had just shot down the attack of two Lothar bow shooters, had no time to dodge, so she could only cross. Raise a long knife and use the back of the knife to parry.
In an instant, the petite body trembled suddenly with the falling "Dawn" sword, the floor tiles under the sandals exploded like spider web cracks, and they moved back uncontrollably for a certain distance.
Even if the blade can be blocked, the inertia and strength cannot be blocked. Lori's wrist and arm trembled and were obviously injured.
The elven girl wanted to dodge, but the sharp blade of the big sword got stuck in the blade-if she dared to cut the long sword away, the blade of the "dawn" would be able to pull her down from her right shoulder in the next second , Divided into two.
You finally can't hide.
With the "sorcerer" left hand and hold the hilt, the next second, the sword body of the Mithril Greatsword heard waves of "wailing", and Loren's face was expressionless.
High-level magic spell, the force impact.
"Boom————!!!"
In the rumbling sound of the explosion, a white beam hit the silhouette of the black hair wizard.
Looking at the smoke and the flames of the explosion, Lori managed to avoid the big sword "sword qi" that was splitting down. The swing sleeve of her right arm was shattered, and her bruised white forearm was exposed to the air. middle.
"elder sister ——!"
Tugging on the dazzling light, the white-haired boy who looks exactly like an elf girl appeared on the battlefield. "Throw it directly to the black hair wizard.
Another explosion swallowed Loren.
"I'm okay!"
The indifferent Lori slowly got up, and the right hand holding the handle of the knife clung to her, not daring to move: "Don't be careless , He's still alive!"
Still alive? !
The surprised lifts the head of the young elves. In the smoke and dust, the "Dawn" sword that was hit twice by the "Jiao lightsaber" left traces of explosions. The tossing heat wave faintly fainted the center of the sword. The upper layer is dark red.
While holding the sword in one hand, the silhouette standing behind the big sword is still standing; coldly, looking at the siblings as if looking at the prey, the corners of their mouths twitched.
The elf boy couldn't help but twitched his throat, his expression stiff.
After the chief lieutenant of the court "disappeared", he has been serving as the lieutenant of Rodria Prince, reporting the battle for His Highness the Prince. It can be said that he has witnessed almost all the battles with his own eyes...In a sense, I also witnessed all the battles of the black hair wizard.
Starting from the tenth day, this "Eboden Commander" has been fighting on the front line for ten days and nights, and he has not rested even once. He should be half a dead man who has been exhausted. NS.
But when he stood in front of him, Anson always felt that he was about to die.
This guy... is he a monster who crawled out of hell? !
"Why, don't you plan to go together?"
Loren has a relaxed face. Since the other party has no signs of doing it, he is also happy to have several points of the clock's rest time, which makes him tired A little bit of relaxation:
"The chief warrior and wizard of the Regalia...well, speaking of which is really awkward...In short, the two should be the only trump cards in the hands of His Royal Highness."
“At the same time, if I can’t take down my head, will it make His Highness the Prince’s face uncomfortable.” With a sneer, the black hair wizard narrowed his eyes. Staring at the two sisters and brothers at the same time:
"It's even worse, the two teamed up but I turned against me..."
"Your Excellency, Lord Byrne!"
The blindfolded elf girl spoke first and stabilized Anson Zade next to her.
"Today's battle was a violation of the previously agreed action-but it is a matter of the righteousness of Azores, which is really helpless." Even if the same lamp is exhausted, riddled with scars, milk and milk The angry Lori Zade is still completely calm:
"But...there is still a way to recover."
Loren didn't answer, just glanced at the corpses next to him. The battlefield echoed with blood plasma, screams and roars, and his cold smile was full of irony.
"On the 20th of the bloody battle, your army has fully proved your bravery and sacrifice. This battle is meaningless to continue, so..."
"This Well, I answered your His Highness the Prince five days ago, and I will repeat it again now!" The black hair wizard roughly interrupted her:
"As long as you want to fight, then I will Bong accompany-fight for as long as you want, until you are scattered ashes and dispersed smoke, until you are fragmented!"
"The result...it is nothing more than the death of the city, perish together!"
Faced with the unceremonious Loren, the elf girl shook her head: "I am not sarcasm or humiliating you, but serious negotiation with you."
"I mean, you The goal has been achieved."
"Stay on the 20th, no matter what the empire and the emperor behind you want to do, the sacrifices of you and your warriors have won enough time. "
"If you continue, it will only increase meaningless casualties-for you, for His Royal Highness Rodria, and even for the Empire and the Kingdom of Azores. It will consume the excellent warrior. In a meaningless offensive and defensive battle, it is a great loss to everyone."
"Since the goal has been achieved, why should we continue?"
this time , Loren was silent.
The elf boy on the side stared at the black hair wizard's every move-for fear that this monstrous guy would suddenly violently rush forward regardless of the consequences.
“Therefore, I am here to make another request for peace to you on behalf of His Royal Highness Rodria, and to end this battle of Eboden.” As she said, the blindfolded elf girl raised her chest:
"But if you still refuse to give up, then I will also bet on my life to fight with you until one of them falls—even if you want to give up the glory of the warrior, for Xiong Yingwang and Your Highness, I You must also be defeated!"
Looking at Lori Zade, whose face was almost "resolute", Loren slowly closed his eyes and snapped his fingers lightly.
High-level spells, spiritual horizons.
Loren motionless with his eyes closed, standing in place, the invisible transparent ripples centered on him, expanding outwards, extending to the border of the city wall of Eboden, or even a little further away.
Regardless of sensitivity, this high-level enchantment can detect a wide range, otherwise it would not be given to Loren as a treasure by the Charn family.
The elves suddenly became nervous.
After a few seconds, black hair wizard eyes slowly opened, and a confident smile appeared on the corners of his calm mouth.
"Very good proposal, but I am sorry, I refuse."
clang!
The voice fell, and the elf girl gently pulled out the long knife from her hand , The cold glow leaked from the gap between the scabbard and the handle.
Anson Zade on the side also raised his hands quickly, and the dazzling white light bloomed at his fingertips.
"Very well, have you decided to be irreconcilable?" Loren face doesn't change with the corners of his mouth raised, as if completely relaxed: "Then as a gift in return for your suggestion to me, I'll also give you a suggestion-looking back, there is a surprise."
Surprise, is he waiting for reinforcements?
I glanced cautiously at the elder sister next to him, and the elf boy An Sen slowly turned his head; but behind him there was nothing but the sky.
But in less than half a second, his pupils suddenly shrank.
Then, that shouldn’t be...
"Anson, what's the matter?" Lori, who noticed the strangeness of the younger brother, looked back slightly, and clenched the hilt vigilantly: "Yes Did the enemy’s reinforcements arrive, or say..."
But the elf boy didn’t speak, he was astonished desperately suppressing his inner fear; looking back towards the black hair wizard who was staring at him with a sneer, then he said Hold the wrist of the elder sister holding the knife.
"Run! Run!"
"Anson, what happened..."
"It's too late to explain, just follow me! "
The frightened and inexplicable young elf lowered his head, not daring to look towards the leaden-grey endless sky in the distance, as well as the faint black spots.
That black spot...
is the shadow of the giant dragon!