There were some members of the "Rat" headquarters around Sitramina. When they saw the eagle appear, they felt like they had received reinforcements and were cheering up one by one. Sitramina took the lead in rushing towards the direction the eagle flew, and others followed closely behind. In the sea of ​​fire, this rare unified action also attracted the participation of some other soldiers. In the end, about 300 people followed the eagle in the sky and launched a counterattack against the enemy on the top of the mountain.

Sitramina took the lead and danced the iron sword like a whirlwind. Relying on the toughness of the iron weapon, she used sword-breaking techniques to smash all the weapons that were chopping at her. The people standing in front of her kept falling down, while Sitramina was only concerned about following the eagle, regardless of whether the enemy was killed or injured, and rushed forward. The undead enemies were soldiers behind her.

Not only Sitramina, but also the disciples of Master Quirakiri, the Eight Immortals showed their magical powers across the sea, fighting among the crowd with various strange magic. Some of these magic came from the desolate northern tribes, some from the large and small city-states that had been conquered by Aztland, and some even ancient magic that had gradually been forgotten with the loss of civilization. Except for Crodis, who has immortal life, no one can master such a large and powerful magic knowledge at the same time. For thousands of years, these magics have cooperated with each other to fight together, and this time it is only this time. With close cooperation, these magics have exerted a strange chemical reaction and showed a power that exceeds the strength of the spellcaster himself.

The disciples who took the lead were like a carefully sharp knife, thrusting straight into the enemy's confidant. Perhaps they were frightened by this sudden momentum, perhaps the power of the iron weapon was too strong, and perhaps the "eagle" discovered the enemy's weakness, and the enemy faced by Sitralmina and others was extremely weak. Their advancement was not hindered at all, and they soon rushed from the valley to the hill where the enemy was located.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet. Sitramina stepped on the last enemy blocking her eyes and wiped the blood splashed on her face. She looked around with red eyes, but saw that the nearest enemies had taken the initiative to keep a distance of more than fifty meters from them. She raised her head, and the eagle was hovering in the sky and no longer moved forward.

The people behind them chased after them one after another. They saw the enemy on the left with an eagle-shaped helmet, and the enemy on the right were uniformly dressed in leopard leather. It was obviously the main force of the two Nesavalkoyotel troops, the Eagle Warrior and the Leopard Warrior. Although the enemy in front was mixed with equipment, there were several black-robed priests standing among them. The momentum they showed was completely different from those enemies they encountered along the way.

Amid a burst of hearty laughter, three extraordinary people walked out of the army formation in three directions. Two of them were covered with green gems and were burly like two grizzly bears, clearly the leader of the Eagle Warrior and the Leopard Warrior. The man in the middle was less wild and more elegant and easy-going. His whole body was decorated with green as the tone, and there was a flower he had just collected on his chest. His temperament was clearly Nessaval Koyotel himself.

Nesavalkoyotel looked at Sitramina and others standing in front of him with a smile, and asked, "Are you all disciples of Master Quilacir?"

"I'm here to the right place." Sitramina turned the iron sword in her hand and was about to rush forward. "As long as we get rid of Nesawar Koyotel here, we will be successful."

Someone also whispered to remind: "Be careful, these two leaders and Nesawar Koyotel are both magicians of the Second Age, and they are more than us, and if they fight hard, they will suffer."

Someone else looked around and asked, "It's easy to have a magic array. Does anyone have a magic array arranged here in advance?"

The disciples of Quilakirari shook their heads: "The place where we ambushed is at the bottom of the valley, who would have thought that they would kill to the top of the mountain!"

"No problem, I can set up a magic circle immediately." A middle-aged man stood up. "Although the scale is not as large as the one of the senior brothers, it is enough to cover Nesavalkoyotel here. Let me summon Marbas and slap the prince poet fainted."

As he said that, he cut his fingers and dripped blood into the ground.

"I call you, Marbas, with the support of the supreme BERALANENIS, BALDACHIENSIS, PAUMACHI and APOLOGIAE SEDES, I strongly command you, and with the support of the supreme power of all worshipers, I strongly command you, and... "

While the middle-aged man was chanting the long spell, Nesavalkoyotel calmly took off the bouquet of flowers on his chest. Before the middle-aged man finished chanting the spell, he twisted the branches with a smile and sent a petal towards the middle-aged man. The petals suddenly turned into flames in the air, and gradually became huge and hot in the flight. When approaching Sitralmina and others, the petals had turned into a huge fireball of equal height. The huge and surging magic made everyone subconsciously flash, so the fireball passed over everyone and hit the middle-aged man who was chanting the spell.

After a heart-wrenching wail, the man fell to the ground with a charred body.

"Do you think I will allow you to finish drawing the magic circle?"

Nesavalkoyotel pointed the stamen at Sitramina and others with a smile.

"You can try again. Whoever recites this summoned spell will attack anyone. It's not me that even if you draw the magic circle in advance, the time you recite it will be enough for me to kill you ten times."

Sitralmina and others panicked: "You know about the magic circle..."

"I know, I know everything about you. I even know that without this magic circle, none of you is my opponent. I don't even need my move, even my leopard warrior and the eagle warrior leader can easily beat you."

Nesavalkoyotel's words and the huge magic power displayed in that moment shocked everyone.

"He was not bluffing." Someone whispered, "Just that blow just now, this prince poet's strength may not be lost to the Sun King."

But he heard Nesavalkoyotel continue to smile and said, "I don't want to mess with that Master Quilaciri yet. As long as you don't go against me, you are not my target. They are his disciples. You can leave here now and I will keep you safe."

"Don't be bewitched." said Sitralmina. "Master Quirakiri has predicted that Nessaval Koyotel will be defeated by our hands."

"Yes, we still have the 'eagle'. As soon as his troops appear, we will take the opportunity to take action."

Nesavalkoyotel smiled and shook his head: "Why, who are you waiting for you to come and help you?"

The white-headed eagle circled repeatedly in the sky, and Nesavalkoyotel looked up and whistled softly, then it fell down and stopped on Nesavalkoyotel's shoulder.
Chapter completed!