"Look at what, look!" Standing on the city wall, watching countless knights rush into the demonic phalanx, blood splattered and heads rolled, and the officers of Griken shouted to their men, "Strengthen the city wall!" We don't have time to waste! ”

"It was the cavalry that bought us time to rebuild! Gentlemen! Fight to the death! Don't take a step back! On the other side, another officer was also loudly reminding his men.

The Grecon soldiers, who had just walked to the top of the city, looked at the sharp claw marks on the broken battlements at the head of the city, and looked at the knights who were about to be submerged in the sea of demons in the distance, and they didn't know what it was like.

"The magic catapult is ready! It can be launched at any time. "On the Greken position, not far from the Vorland Pass, an officer loudly reported to his commander on the readiness of his weapons.

Dozens of officers standing on the high ground not far away pressed their swords and looked at the wall of the pass where the smoke of gunfire was rising, and they were anxious.

"Launch now!" The commander, who had been standing on a high place and watching the soldiers on the battlefield fight bloodily, finally spoke: "Project all the magic energy ammunition you can find into the demon's military array!" Fight them off! ”

"Demons won't retreat! Checkmate! The fat sorceress in the robe reminded in her unpleasant voice, "Please let me go to the front line and help defeat the demon troops!" ”

"The other party is waiting for you!" The general at the head shook his head, obviously unwilling to expose the high-end combat power on his side.

Of course, he also knew that the demon generals had not dispatched for a long time, and they were also waiting for an excellent time to enter. Once they find the high-ranking mages of Greken, they will surely attack them and destroy the precious Greccan mages.

"I can't swallow this breath as I watch these demons slaughter our soldiers, I'd rather die here with them!" The chubby sorceress said angrily.

At this time, the old magician standing beside her spoke: "Child, you are still young, let me do this kind of thing today, let this old man do it." ”

"You old fellow...... Do you still want to grab this kind of thing? The woman frowned, looked at the rickety old man, and said reluctantly: "You old bones, let's stay at the last moment to suppress the formation!" ”

"The old ones are getting old, and of course I'm going to throw the last chance to you young people." The old man said as he took a step forward, the magic wand in his hand was not as fine as that of Lonsadlai, but it was also evident that it was not ordinary.

"I've been through too many battles like this, I've been in battle, watching my son die like this, watching my grandson die like this, and finally watching a lot of little guys like you die......" he chattered as he walked, as if reminiscing about his life.

Halfway through, he stopped, turned his head sideways, and looked at the fat woman, "Say goodbye to Vivien for me...... She's been living in Ellahir for more than a year, and I can't hear her nagging, and I miss her so much. ”

The old man's speech was no longer clear, and he referred to Iran Hill as Ellahir. However, his toothless mouth is smiling, which makes people feel that the farewell in front of them is a little funny.

"If you come back, I'll introduce you to that old woman from my neighbor's house." When the woman said this, she finally couldn't hold back her tears: "If you can't come back, I'm here to avenge you!" ”

"Silly girl...... "The old man smiled and lifted his body. At this moment, he was no longer the bad old man who was dying, but incarnated into a great magician with everything in his hands.

“xiahaladu…… Maouxika......" chanted a spell as a dazzling magic array gathered above the old man's head, shining in the dark clouds as bright as moonlight in the night.

He flew towards the walls of Voran's obstacle, using one giant magic after another as he flew. Those fireball spells and ice pick spells fell into the phalanx of the demon forces, and countless demons were shattered under the attack of these magics.

On the low breastwork position, what had been thrown by the demonic trebuchet rolled down at the feet of the humans. It was a mangled corpse of a giant horse knight.

The heads and arms of the people thrown by the catapult slammed into the heavy human soldiers' shields, and they seemed to strike on everyone's hearts.

The demonic archers tirelessly began a new round of projectiles, and the soldiers of Grecon spliced their shields together and held them above their heads, listening to the sound of their bows and arrows crashing against their shields, like raindrops hitting the eaves.

With these sounds, the sound of the demon's huge horn echoed again, and the demon warriors more than two meters tall continued to move forward, also armed with huge shields and carrying long swords as thick as iron shovels in their hands.

"Roar! Roar! "These are the phalanxes of the main demon forces at a glance, and the demon soldiers let out a low roar every time they take a step forward. With their roar, these demons got closer and closer to the human pass defense.

And as the demons roared forward, in the distant sky, one after the other, B-25 bombers with the Grecan insignia painted on their wings burst out of the clouds.

More than two dozen B-25 bombers slammed into the sky over the battlefield, and then opened their bomb bays in the dense anti-air fireballs of demons.

The aerial bombs hanging from the bomb pylons vibrated slightly in the air current, and then, after the bombardier pressed the bomb dropping switch, they broke away from the pylons and fell to the ground.

A few seconds later, the demonic infantry roaring forward were engulfed in the massive explosions and churning flames.

Before the explosion was over, the figure of the old magician swept past the city walls. The magic wand in his hand swung lightly, and the churning flames as if they had taken on life, differentiating into countless fireballs and crashing into the demon soldiers around him who had survived.

In an instant, thousands of demon soldiers were engulfed in flames, and the remaining demon troops also stopped advancing, braving the fire of magic bullets to rearrange their bulky formation.

After seeing the speed of Ellan Hill's killing, these demons seemed to be very calm in the face of Griken's attack.

The wreckage of the crashed demon floating city of Bollenk is still lying there, and the bones of the demon prince Saruhis, who was smashed in the face by a nuclear bomb, are still cold - after seeing the horror of Ellen Hill, the demon's endurance seems to have reached a new level.

Looking at the devastating human magician in the sky from afar, a demon general drew the long sword at his waist, and the fleshy wings behind him slowly unfurled.

Just as he was about to rush out and fight the human mage to the death, another demon general's arm appeared in front of him: "Don't worry! Wait a minute! When that magician is almost exhausted, you can kill him again! ”

"In doing so, where is it considered a battle, it is simply hunting, right?" The blocked demon snorted dissatisfiedly, but returned the long sword in his hand to the scabbard.

Seeing that his companion had resisted the impulse, the demon general who led him waved his hand lightly and ordered the herald behind him: "Let the demon dragon dispatch!" Clean up the skies! Those dragon knights are so annoying......"

"Roar!" Behind him, a huge black demon dragon raised its head to the sky and roared, letting out an earth-shattering roar. Its massive fleshy wings spread out in the wind, obscuring a phalanx of demonic infantry in one fell swoop.

At the same time, farther away, the same demon dragon roared, one after another flapping its wings and flying into the air, surrounded by hundreds of demonic bats.

On the opposite side of these demon dragons, the Grecon Dragon Knights, who were still constantly diving and attacking on the battlefield, were only a dozen or so horsemen left.

Seeing those black dragons rising into the sky, the fleshy Greken sorceress wanted to step forward, but was also stopped.

Stopping her was the commander of the Battle of the Pass, who shook his head at the sorceress and said, "Our goal is to delay time...... If you press it together, the demons will press it at the same time, and our defense time will be shortened. ”

"And then just watching?" The female magician looked excited, and pointed to the old magician who had attracted countless demonic firepower in the air in the distance: "Fill in the lives of one magician after another?" ”

"What can I do?" The commander also became excited, and shouted: "Aren't the soldiers filling with their own lives? I'll fill it in when I need to! When he had finished speaking, he withdrew his arm and stood there silent.

And on the wall position of the Volan Pass, several soldiers covered in blood used their spears in their hands to pierce a demon who had just climbed to the top of the city and pushed the other party off the city.

But the demon's corpse didn't fall far before it fell on top of the other demons, and rolled down the slope where the corpses had been built.

The huge city wall, which was originally dozens of meters high, had been buried most of the corpses of the demon forces below the city wall.

Now, attacking demons don't even need to exert too much effort to climb to the top of the city walls. And because of this, the pressure on the Grican magic warriors defending the city is getting bigger and bigger.

Behind these Greken soldiers, the battle flag that symbolizes Greken still flutters in the air, representing this side of the city wall, where the hope of human civilization still exists, and freedom still exists.

"Go ahead! Bring back the victory! Wipe out all the humans here! Half an hour later, looking at the obtrusive banner on the head of the human city in the distance, the chief commander of the demon waved his hand, signaling that several demon generals could be fully pressed: "Don't let the magic source down!" ”

"Yes!" A dozen demon generals marched out together, flapped their wings, and flew towards the lonely figure who was fighting with the demon dragon.

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Long Ling has always been an alliance leader who added a change, but yesterday I suddenly saw that a reader had rewarded Long Ling with a million. The dragon spirit already owes too much, too much, and before he can pay it off, he owes a new debt......

I can only add more to the alliance leader first, and then slowly make up for it little by little to pay off the debt...... I hope you enjoy this book, and thank you again for "Repeating Matters", thank you for your support of Dragon Spirit Knight, and thank you for loving this "My Empire" so much.