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Hearing this, Uther did not show any panic or uneasiness, as if what he heard was not a paladin talking about filthy creatures from the lower realms, but something like the weather was fine today.

"Old friend, are you well-informed...... However, it doesn't seem to be accurate. Uther smiled and refilled Anton with meticulous movements, as if he had poured some kind of life into the teacup.

"Oh?" Anton raised his eyebrows, "Is it my hearsay?, in that case, old friend, please send a message to Archpriest Ildris authorizing me to enter the Hellgate Fort...... As a paladin who serves the god of the forest, I think it is my duty and obligation to examine the evil wasteland. ”

"Hell Gate Fort has been destroyed for a long time, hasn't it?" Uther's expression became solemn, "And it has always been guarded by the Night Elves of the Priest Tribe, and I can't ask for them-"

"But the good people have paid an unimaginable price for the destruction of the Miè Hell Gate Fort!The wounds it has caused have not yet fully healed!" The paladin unceremoniously interrupted his old friend, "We can't let that happen again, old friend...... Shall you just watch the tragedy of the past happen again! Let's stop going around ***, I have already spoken to Zaridan and he is very disgusted by this kind of behavior, and now I want to know your attitude - whether you still adhere to the balance of nature, whether you are still the druid I know who helped me and guided me, and whether I have not been blinded by the fog of the road?"

Uther closed his eyes slightly, as if he was caught in an old memory, and Anton still continued to talk to himself: "Any attempt to use the power of darkness will not succeed, and it is even more delusional to want to control the power of darkness, wise King of the Druids of the Night, I am not only an old friend, but also a paladin to stop this matter, open your wisdom, think about it seriously!"

"It's not fog that blinds me...... My friend. Uther spoke: "...... It's blood. ”

He looked at Anton: "You know the situation in recent years...... In the face of Argus's aggressive offensive, we are really stretched...... The forests we have lived in for generations are burning, and our brothers and sisters are being sacrificed...... I don't want to say who is right and who is wrong in this war, which began in my youth, since we choose to kill each other, there is no point in talking about who is righteous and who is evil between elves and humans. My point of view has never changed, just as I did when I became friends with you, because we all have facial features, flesh and blood, limbs, bodies, emotions...... But!"

Uther raised her voice: "It is because of us that we cannot bear the present situation! Argus killed us with weapons that violated nature, and when our villages burned and our warriors died, and we were powerless to resist, we did not ask for help...... No, you are waiting, hesitating because of the power of Argus, curious about their new weapons, and perhaps looking at how many orders to place with Argus by observing their performance in war...... Even those two paladins, I can guarantee that their mission is really just a bystander!"

As if his tone was a little intense, his voice deepened: "In that case, what can you blame for the measures we have taken to protect us? So now that our very existence is under serious threat, what should we do? Aren't we also seeking greater power?"

Anton was silent for a moment.

It was only after a few minutes that he spoke, "I understand your feelings, my friend. If you ask me to do a little bit for you, my old bones can fight to the death on the battlefield without hesitation. But you should understand that justice sometimes has to have enough power to come, which is why we wield weapons to fight...... But if you think that power is justice, you are completely wrong. Believe me, the intentions and actions of some of the Night Elves are now tantamount to sliding into the abyss...... If you lose your soul, then no matter how strong and powerful your body is, what's the difference between it and a zombie skeleton?"

Uther fell into deep thought.

The two of them were relatively speechless for a while, only the faint steam and tea fragrance echoed in the small room, no joy and no worries, unchanged for eternity.

Forty-seven folded wings swooped down, carrying with them the heat generated by rubbing the air, like a meteorite falling from the sky. The flaming greatsword slashed at the head of a colossus, breaking through the seemingly indestructible armor and splitting his semicircular little head in half, the colossus skewed a little, and the chain hammer was rotated to fight back, but the action had begun to be uncoordinated, Forty-Seven withdrew the sword, and the flaming flail smashed into the colossus's chest like a city-breaking hammer, knocking him down, and Forty-Seven was followed by a flurry of slashing and smashing, undisciplined but as dense as a storm, seeing that the scarred Colossus was still twitching and trying to stand up, he jumped up- Jumping dozens of feet high, he plunged the great sword into the body of the Colossus with the help of this terrible impact, and did not enter until it was blocked by the small blade on the body of the sword-he swirled and twisted it again, and when he drew the sword, it was stained with blood in addition to iron filings. It seems that this thing still needs to be manipulated.

Although the Treant only had one arm left, he still had a slight advantage in the face of the remaining two black iron colossas. So Forty-Seven began to trouble the Argus soldiers. Several long swords pierced him from a distance, and the Argus soldiers formed a semi-circular formation, and the stretched swords pinned down Forty-Seven from all angles like spears, presumably in an attempt to restrict his movements and make it easier for the mages to use offensive spells, but the powerful magic had not yet arrived, and Forty-Seven walked forward as if he were strolling leisurely. He didn't even use brute force to forcibly break those swords and spears, but just as he walked, the swords and spears that pierced his body began to shorten, completely ignoring the manipulation of the Argus warriors, as if the system control had been taken away.

The blade of the sword swept by, and the armor broke and blood surged. In terms of hand-to-hand combat alone, Forty-Seven is nearly invincible. The swordsmen of Argus changed their dual swords into swords and shields, and began to adopt a fighting strategy, but it was even more unbearable, as soon as Forty-Seven came into contact with their constructed armor, those weapons they were once proud of would get out of control, and the futile attack destroyed the confidence of the swordsmen, and they began to retreat or flee, which made Forty-Seven more and more energetic, and one of the Argus swordsmen was cut down, a large crack was split in the silver armor, and the open metal rolled up, and blood gushed out, staining the ground beneath him, his eyes were scattered, but he still struggled to crawl forward, trying to escape from the shadow of death, but his back sank, and the last bit of strength was trampled away, Forty-seven swung his sword and nailed him to the ground, splashing blood and a large smell of burnt paste rushed to his face, stimulated him to put away the chain flail, and concentrated on dancing the two-handed sword, he only needed to jump to catch up with the enemy who had already run away, and then the sword fire followed and cut him down, if he couldn't completely break the armor of the prey, he would cut it again, and every time he slashed and killed, the flames on the sword would be a little more intense, wrapped in the sword body like a flag, and even the molten serrated blade began to flow like a liquid-

Cutting off the head of the last of the armored soldiers, the mangled body finally crumbled and scattered into dry pieces of wood after the Treants destroyed the two steel colossus.

The Ice Wind Greatsword cooled down, and its form had changed a lot - the black spine was still the same for the most part, but the blade seemed to be flashing with silver streamers because it had cut too much armor, and the edges and serrations were undulating all over, and even sharp spikes and blades appeared on the gauntlet, which could easily cut the sword-wielder's hand, but it was not a problem for Forty-Seven at all.

The blade shortened in sections—the gauntlet folded and snapped, and the hilt shrunk into the bladeless blade, and finally merged with the split right hand armor, hidden in the forearm—and it seemed that the Sword of Ice Wind had been transformed by the energy of its construction......

Forty-seven turned to look at the seemingly impregnable Constructed Mage Tower.

The Night Elves were also very curious about this guy who fell from the sky, from the image, it was definitely not the Dark Moon Goddess sent to help them, the black body that walked through the smoke of war was more like an accomplice of the Purgatory Demon, but in any case, with the assistance of Forty-Seven, the Night Elf quickly regained the initiative and won the victory, in fact, most of the enemies were killed by him alone- By the time the elves came out of the cover of the jungle, Forty-Seven had already torn through the outer wall of the Mage's Tower, ready to burrow inside.

"The priests are still done!" was Fado's first reaction after receiving the report of Forty-Seven's participation in the war.

Fado frowned, she was relieved that she had finally resisted Argus's attack, but the appearance of Forty-Seven had brought her a little unease, and she had only heard the news that the priest tribe planned to use demonic power, but she didn't expect it to go so quickly.

Why didn't you hear anything from Elder Uther?

Fado immediately arranged for her subordinates to get in touch with her tribal leader, while she herself went to the Constructed Mage Tower, which had just been completely surrounded by the Night Elves.

Smooth metal walls are stacked on top of each other to form a frame, and the process is far from complete. The mages who survived the reversal of the tide of battle had taken refuge inside, but now had nothing but the geometrically neat pillars of iron.

There was a faint remnant of some unnatural magical power in the air - it seemed that the mages were either able to use teleportation magic or possess scrolls.

Forty-seven stooped down and picked up a small piece of iron in the shape of a cubic cone, and held it in his hand. The iron slowly cracked, and it seemed to be given life in Forty-Seven's hands, constantly changing shapes and building all kinds of strange shapes......

This is what Fado saw from the crack in the wall - this man could control the construction of buildings that only Master Argus could manipulate!

She hesitated, but eventually stepped through the hole.

"Messenger of the great priest of the night, Ildris, thank you for your presence and help, please ......" Fado bowed slightly, but when she realized that Forty-Seven had no intention of paying attention to her at all, and continued to fiddle with the gadget in his hand without even raising his head, Fado was speechless.

An uncontrolled purgatory creature!

Fado took a step back, she didn't really know what Ildris's plan was, and she wasn't actually very confident about her plan - it seemed even less reassuring now, this guy was likely to kill himself like he killed those enemies in the next second, a summoned creature who heard the summoner's name but didn't react, either the summoner was dead, or the summoner couldn't control it at all, and neither of them would be very optimistic.

"Don't be afraid, I won't bite you......" Forty-Seven spoke, he finally got tired of fiddling, casually threw the piece of iron aside, and looked up to reveal two red eyes that seemed to be burning: "Besides, I don't know any priest of the night, let alone any messenger of hers. ”

Fado breathed a sigh of relief when he thought it was a Infernal Demon summoned by the Eldris tribe, but at the same time he felt a little ashamed of his misjudgment.

"I'm sorry! Anyway, thank you very much for your help......"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to help anyone, it's just that the guy I'm going to kill is attacking you. Forty-seven stood up, as if he had already decided to leave.

Fado was about to say something when a druid came running to report.

"The patrol has engaged the soldiers of Argus in the southwest, and Captain Joelis has asked for reinforcements!"

Joelis, it's a familiar name. Forty-Seven paused and remembered the female Night Elf who had restrained the Divine Knight in the Chamber of Commerce's stronghold.

"But the druids are almost running out of mana...... How many enemies are there?" Fado voiced.

"Can't be sure...... Captain Joelis's messenger had only time to give directions before he ......" The young druid's face showed a sad and indignant expression.

If the messenger of the news is only barely able to make it here, it shows how strong the patrol will be to resist.

“…… Gather your forces and gather to the southwest!"

"Ah, it looks like the elves have picked up something that isn't simple. "Listening to the report of the mage who escaped, a wave of love flashed behind Dagulas's golden glasses, should it be said that it was an inexplicable fanaticism? But it was also a bit like a sexual impulse, women are complex animals, not to mention that she is a complex woman.

"What do you think of this?" said Dagulas, in a tone like a cat.

“…………”

The other party seemed to hate talking, she spent almost all her time meditating, what kind of spell preparation could make this red-robed mage meditate for such a long time. From the first time she saw her, Dagulas never felt that she had really caught the other party's thoughts, even if it was only once, which made Dagulas feel very uncomfortable, but what can be done, although he is the commander-in-chief of the Northwest Front, this deputy position is also appointed by His Majesty the Emperor himself.

"If your permission, please assign me to lead the Imperial Guard to the area......" Suddenly she spoke, and if Dagulas remembered correctly, it was the first time she had heard her voice since coming to the command post of the Northwest Front.

"Well, then, I'm sorry for you!" Dagulas cupped her chin and squinted her eyes, and lay back into her velvet chair like a cat that had just eaten fresh fish.

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the third chapter of the burning jungle twenty-eighth round of the attack of the empire (three) address is.