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Six o'clock in the morning.

Black Blade Legion Vanguard Battalion Station——

A shrill magic alarm swept through the entire camp in an instant, like a landslide and tsunami. The black-armored knight, fully armed with jingling accessories, rushed out of the rest area and ran straight to his mount.

A flying dragon is spreading its wings.

Viscount Kuztar Poleman put down his monocular. The sky in the south was filled with darkness, and countless birds of prey were flying between thunder and lightning. It was like an apocalyptic scene.

"It's a druid."

"The Yankees are at the end of their rope."

He remained silent, climbed onto the saddle, held the nearly five-meter-long dragon spear in one hand, and then raised his left hand high. A sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami seemed to erupt from the camp in an instant:

"Black Blade Legion, First Dragoon Brigade——"

"Set off!"

"Set off--!"

One giant beast after another soared into the sky, its spread wings covering the sky and the sun. The logistics troops on the ground watched their knights take off, as if a huge attack formation spread out in the sky in the blink of an eye.

"Dalit, don't let your guard down again at this critical moment!" the ground crew shouted to the sky.

"Fuck you!" the knight in the sky laughed and cursed. The young man raised his head. In front of him, under the rain clouds, thunder and lightning rolled in a golden red, and tens of thousands of raptors rushed toward him.

"It's the Arrowhawk!"

"—Watch them speeding up!"

shouted a voice from above.

"Everyone, join the battle formation!" A serious voice came from the magic crystal.

"Received, returned to the team."

"The first attack cluster is expected to arrive in thirty seconds."

"Twenty seconds."

Dalit raised his head, his eyes full of warlike enthusiasm; the Black Blade Legion had been waiting here for a long time, and at this moment, everyone felt that the blood in their bodies was boiling.

Viscount Kuztar Poleman held the dragon spear in his hand and his heart was as strong as iron, silently estimating the time to come.

"Ten seconds."

"Eight seconds."

"Two seconds."

"Fight--"

"For Eruin!" The sky in Ampelser seemed to be ignited by the huge sound of fighting at that moment, boiling.

Huge black flying dragons and countless raptors passed by each other. In an instant, there was a bloody storm. The spread wings cut into the storm of wings like blades, and the bodies of the birds fell like raindrops.

But the flying dragon knight was also trapped under the huge resistance, and the first attack formation disappeared in an instant. There were warning roars, fighting, and screams from all directions - the knight in front was under the huge impact.

Being torn off the saddle alive, the flying dragon was overwhelmed, wailing and tumbling down.

Like black meteors——

The fire of war spreads and burns.

…

The buzzing discussion in the hall seemed to have gone silent for an instant. There was only dead silence under the Ruyuan vault of the solemn Lokesh Palace, and time froze at this moment.

"Char, is that you?"

Burned Norbert, the leader of the Highland Knights, stood tall and tall; his face was confident and his voice was not high, but it echoed repeatedly in the hall.

There was an uproar.

Everyone looked at each other.

"Commander Bunid, what name did you say?" an envoy asked in disbelief. The man stood up from Golan Elson's seat.

"Captain Bunid, did you read that correctly?" Another council member also joined in loudly. This person is a close confidant of Archduke Viero, and Brando had a chance encounter with him in the game in the past.

Others also talked about it, and most people's eyes were focused on Charles for a moment. "Ah!" The countess suddenly let out a scream. She looked at the young mage as if she had seen a ghost: "Ah, why didn't I notice it?

…It really seems like it!”

"What's it like? What's wrong?" Brando was confused. He was a little funny at first. What was funny was that Viscount Bergning, who was performing on the sidelines just now, now became a clown.

But the current situation was a bit beyond his expectation.

He couldn't help but turn around and his eyes fell on his mage attendant, as if to get to know him again: "Char, it seems that you are quite famous. Can you explain it to me?"

"Ha," Charles smiled dryly: "Lord, I think this is just a misunderstanding."

"I don't see it."

"real."

"Then you'd better explain it to them." Brando was suddenly startled. He heard the sound of fighting outside the hall. He immediately stopped and the other party blinked, meaning, 'I'll talk about it later.'

War has begun.

Charles immediately understood what his lord meant, and immediately turned back to the leader of the Highland Knights and replied: "Master, I think you may have recognized the wrong person?"

There was silence in the hall again.

From the sudden noise to the sudden silence, the transition is very natural——

"You admitted your mistake, right?" Knight Bunid smiled nonchalantly and raised his eyebrows.

He wanted to say something else, but before he finished speaking, the whole hall suddenly shook violently.

Bunid paused and raised his head in confusion.

Everyone raised their heads subconsciously. The voice was obviously coming from above - what happened? In almost a moment, the second huge earthquake came as expected, but this time it was more severe, and most of the people were caught off guard.

They all fell to the ground.

"What's wrong?"

"What happened?"

"Is there an earthquake?"

There was chaos in the hall, there was a loud "crash", and suddenly a big hole opened in the crystal dome of Lokshi Palace. Crystal fragments fell one after another, cold wind poured in, and then a huge thing fell straight down and landed with a crash.

"ah!"

"Help……"

For a moment, the wind and rain poured down outside, but the hall was filled with smoke and dust. The nobles were almost petrified, and screams immediately broke out.

Only Brando could see the thing clearly - the body of a flying dragon lay in the center of the hall, with its neck broken - it was the flying dragon knight of the Black Blade Legion.

Almost at the same time, Grand Duke Anlek's steady and powerful voice came to his ears:

"Kill out!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, but they immediately reacted.

"Templar, stop Macaro!" This was Meros's voice.

"Seize Princess Griffin!" Viscount Bergning screamed.

Brando also reacted immediately. He immediately protected Delphiri with one hand and ordered loudly: "Char, go to the princess!"

The hall immediately became chaotic.

…

Dalit's face was covered in blood.

He looked out through the half-broken mask, and the sky and the earth were almost blood-red. Countless birds of prey were flying around, and the battlefield above looked like a desert——

And in the center, the great druid wearing a tree cloak is like a god. Every time a spell is generated from his hand, forming a wooden spear or a rock thorn, a large number of dragon knights fall in mid-air.

Archdruid, golden level.

Dalit felt a chill in his heart. If it weren't for the sound coming from the magic crystal, he would almost tremble. The cold fighting was quickly devouring everyone's will to fight.

"The third and fourth teams form an assault formation!"

"It's Viscount Poleman, Lord Viscount, he went in!"

"Guards, cover the assault!"

There was a roar in the magic crystal, and the dragon knights were reorganizing their formation in mid-air. They were making a last stand. Flying dragons were not suitable for fighting in mid-air for a long time, especially when they were carrying a heavy load together with the knights.

"Damn Southerners!" Dalit gritted his teeth.

But this was the last blow. In front, the flying dragon of Viscount Kuztar Poleman moved forward in an unstoppable manner. The strength of the golden center was fully revealed, like a comet in the sky. In the eyes of the flying dragon knight, there was only fanaticism.

Following behind——
To be continued...