The mist was floating and floating, but nothing was left. The fire in the distance dyed the gray mist orange red, reflecting on Orphen's steel shell, shining. The square pluck stood on the side of the tall structure, and a warning suddenly arose in his heart. A gray shadow appeared behind him. Under the gray turban, a pair of cold star-dot eyes were like a lone wolf, with faint fire burning in his pupils, his hands were like dead branches, holding a scimitar, and the blue veins appeared on it.

Fang Zhu's ears shook slightly, and he heard a sound of a sharp blade breaking through the air. At that moment, it seemed as if darkness appeared in his heart, as if thousands of feet of starlight were slid from the sky there, and then it appeared from his eyes - the dark sacrifice of the lizard man, and at this moment, he showed his power on him - before the thin blade separated his back and slid to the side without consciously. The king of sand thieves, Mahazar, was determined to win, turned to the side, and only cut off a corner of his magic furnace. The copper and iron shell was broken in an instant, making a sound like broken ice.

He rolled forward, but when he got up from the ground, the pain behind him was so intense that he could not get up at once. He couldn't help but groan. The magic blade in Mahazar's hand was called "Frost Devour", forged by the Ice Wolf's teeth, covered with ice gems, and the magic furnace also matched it. Fang Zhu looked up at the sharp blade with a flash of cold light, reached out and stretched out his hand to explore it. The palm of his hand was covered with blood, red like fire, and another layer of ice slag was covered with ice.

The communication crystal was tied to his wrist, and blood dripped on the dark crystal, crystal clear and frozen in an instant. He opened his mouth and wanted to shout, but the King of Sand Thieves could not use a blow, and immediately pulled back, like a phantom, quietly sank into the dullness. Fang Yu missed the opportunity and had to stop his mouth again.

There was a rustling sound behind him. Square leopard stretched out his right hand horizontally, and blood in his palm invaded the cloth surface and slid over the metal hand armor. Then Orphen squeaked across the spear, and the tip of the spear slashed fog, clouds and mist swayed. Two sharp sounds, two claw spears hit the spear one by one and the other, sparks splashed everywhere, and missiles were opened.

Fang Yu did not look back, as if there were eyes behind him. At this moment, the goggles' lenses reflected cold light on their slightly childish face. Not far away, the silver light slashed in the darkness and buzzed and sank into the fog.

The two sand lizards and the knights on their backs appeared behind the fog, and there were more figures behind them, with the sound of ring armor colliding from behind. Fang Yu gave an order in his heart, and Orphen turned his spear behind him and slowly faced the sand thieves. He held a large shield in his hand as high as a wall, and a loud bang, pressing a corner of the shield into the ground.

The suspension mechanism moved down layer by layer, and the giant pressed down the center of gravity under a trombone. High-temperature steam sprayed out from above the body like a cloud. It raised its spear with a "click". Under the black iron barrier, two pairs of green stones made their eyes and looked at the enemy coldly. The sand thief made a low inhalation sound. Before the fight, the tall giant was really intimidating.

But Fang Yuming understood that he could not intimidate these people for too long.

A faint voice came from behind the fog: "He is not strong, go ahead!"

It was Mahazar's voice, the voice was erratic, carefully hiding his position. The king of the sand thief was not afraid of Fang Zhu, but was afraid of the chilling arrow behind him. He knew that the other party was looking for his whereabouts, so he was cautious not to expose himself in front of others.

But he still underestimated his opponent, or rather underestimated the small means of the caller.

"He is right in front of you." Ye Hua's subtle voice came from the crystal.

Fang Rong's heart was shocked. The sound positioning sent back through the communication crystal was almost the same as Ming and R. Ms. Ming was not surprised, but this is to say that R was at the same level as the spire-selected summoner?

What kind of cheap teacher I accidentally got?

"Do you need to determine the location further?" he asked.

"Do you remember the lightning bolt before?"

Fang Yu nodded, understanding that the other party was looking for an opportunity to kill with one blow. The communication between the two at the system level did not really turn into sounds, but was heard into others' ears, and it was completed only in the flashes of thoughts in the heart.

The thieves received the instructions of Mahazar, waved their scimitars in their hands, made a strange roar in the wind, and rode forward. But Fang Zhu turned a blind eye to everything behind him, standing against the tall structure, clenched his fist with his right hand and stretched out, and then slowly opened his five fingers: Orphen opened his big shield with a "wow" sound. After the shield surface, a silver light flashed, and the silver bee swarmed, whistling to form an array of each other.

Their shells were opened, like silver wings, shining, revealing the hideous spikes below them. The cold light on them was a sign of danger. This scene was shocked to the eyes of the thieves, and they subconsciously tightened the reins, making the sand lizard stop their feet, and the knight leaning back, swinging the tail of the whip, and the look of shock was like a frozen picture at that moment.

The next moment, a ray of fire gushed out, and a huge roar was mixed with spiraling projectiles. The clouds and mist flashed continuously, and the lead balls jingled and hit the black ring armor like heavy rain. The sand lizard jumped up in fear, overturned the knight on its back, lost its master's mount, and turned around and ran away.

There were also unlucky guys who were knocked off the horse for the sand lizard and happened to be hit on the front door, and the flesh was blurred and they immediately died. More sand thieves waved the scimitar in their hands and twitched the lead bullets, and immediately found that the attack power was not strong. They decisively abandoned their frightened mounts and slashed forward with one knife. After a silver moon, the silver bees in the air were immediately shattered.

The silver fragments fell into the soft sand.

The Sha Thief tore open the defense line and angrily came over. The tall giant shaped like a windmill, waving a spear, but the Sha Thief still easily found a chance to break through the attack gap with its agile skills. After crossing the last line of defense, there was almost the young young alchemist in front of them.

Fang Zhu was spreading his right arm, and three silver lights in the darkness dripped through an arc, sweeping from the front right. They swept through the second round, extended forward thirty feet, then surrounded it, and then swept through the third round. A trace of cold light appeared in Fang Zhu's eyes, and the light that appeared in the darkness, the first ray of light cut through the dawn.

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"I found you." A complacent angle rose from the corner of his mouth.

Mahazar was cautious and beyond his expectations. He actually hid in a corner and watched his subordinates fight with him from afar. He probably thought he was too weak and could not take action himself. He could only take over his confidants and take over himself, and he would not have to risk discovering for that potential opponent and get involved with him.

but--

“Not useful.”

A tall figure of a sand thief suddenly appeared behind him, holding a scimitar with both hands and jumping up.

The sharp blade reflected the cold light, and slashed it with one sword, and the right hand broke with his arm, but Fang Zhu did not feel any pain, but just lightened his right hand and shook it gently like losing balance. Then the severe pain swept over, causing him to shout in pain, blood pouring like a spring, and along the snow-white shirt, it was as deep as a rose, and it also shaped like agate, rolling onto the sand.

But deep in his heart, there seemed to be a steel will, supporting Fang Zhu's spirit at this moment. Everything around him seemed to be unable to feel it, and only the only target was left. He gritted his teeth, endured the huge pain, and threw his chilled eyes forward. The thought that transmitted to his right hand flowed back into his left arm - he raised his left hand and turned the metal hand armor.

In the flash of white light, the silver swordsman appeared behind him like a ghost. The two almost overlapped, and in a dazzling stream of light, they threw themselves into the mist in front of them. The next moment, Mahazar watched the white light flash: each person and one in his own body were already in front of him. At this moment, half of Fang Zhu's face seemed to be soaked in blood, with blood spots extending all the way to the bridge of his nose, making him look like an evil ghost in hell.

But at the king of the sand thief, the young man showed his white teeth and smiled slightly, smiling coldly. "Catch you-"

In that moment, all the positional relationships around him were reflected in his mind. "From my structure as the center, 120 degrees clockwise, forty-seven meters. Do you see the nearby bell tower? There is a wall in the east, and he is behind the wall. There may be a shooting dead corner with you."

He paused and took a deep breath: "No problem?"

After the window of the broken tower, Ye Hua stood there silently, and the first ray of morning light reflected on his chin. The King of Rangers raised his longbow, and the Elf King bow was as green as jade, and he opened his bow and arrows. On the arrows, there was a layer of golden light hanging. Then the magic furnace lit up, reflecting the layers of light and glowing in the last night.

"no problem."

Fang Zhu let out a long sigh.

A silver moon reflected in his eyes. Mahazar did not retreat, but held a scimitar in his hand and slashed at him with one sword. The blade cut the shield of the angel, the platinum swordsman's interlaced blade arms, the slender neck, the sensing ring, and the slender waist turned this beautiful object into scattered pieces, split into pieces, and flew into a silver glitter.

He slashed again, and the knife was tangentially towards Fang Zhu. But at that moment, a familiar scene suddenly appeared in Fang Zhu's heart. The deputy commander of the Knights of the Holy Word held his hand and told him with a majestic look, in a unique to female Paparal people, how to deal with it when the enemy attacked him head-on.

That was a few months ago.

He still remembers the warm spring in the southern region.

As if blessings were impressed by the soul, Fang Yu gave back a little inexplicably, not more than less, not less than that. Mahazar's knife slipped down like a layer of butter. Both of them showed a look of astonishment in their eyes. Even Fang Yu himself did not react to how to avoid this fatal knife.

The shock in Mahazar's eyes clearly revealed this meaning:

Is this kid pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

But this was his last question.

Questak in the distance was still immersed in the darkness, but a ray of light reflected in Fangzhu's eyes.

The stone wall behind Mahazar exploded, and a silver light protruded from it, passing through his right chest, and the blood mist exploded. The silver light suddenly disappeared and turned into a sharp arrow, nailed to the square leopard, only one foot apart, the snow-white tail feathers were still shaking, and a drop of blood beads slid down layer by layer from above. With a "bang", the King of Sand Thieves knelt on the ground.

He pressed one hand against his bloody chest, raised his head tremblingly, his eyes were dull, but his open mouth could not make a trace of notes. It seemed that he could not believe that he would have been in such a place, before the gate of victory.

Fang Yu also slowly knelt down. The excessive blood loss made him feel a little drowsy, but he tried his best to look at the lonely wolf in the desert in front of him, as if he wanted to see who fell down first.

Four thousand feet away, Ye Hua was drawing out the second arrow. The red light in the clouds did not slash lightning this time, which made him slightly surprised, but no matter how unexpected it was, he was not shaken in his heart. He knew that if he slowed down for a while, his children would probably be in danger.

But it was at this moment that the clouds surged.

A blood-red lightning slashed straight down.

In Fang Yu's astonished eyes, the lightning fell directly on Mahazar, and in an instant, it turned into a ball of ashes.

...

"Mahazar is dead?"

When this news came from Alisa, Princess Rupert's mind was almost dizzy. She took a breath and looked at the Miss Nightingale who had been with her for not long ago, but returned to her now. Her tone was trembling slightly, as if she was questioning. It was not until Alisa nodded gently that she realized that she was not having an hallucination.

This news spread like a plague on the battlefield. Many people saw the broken dragon horn trombone of the King of Sand Thieves and Schalkevin's corpse - these two things that have never separated from Mahazar. When they appeared, the Sand Thieves understood that the arrogant desert wolf was really killed.

"But the situation of the war has not changed much..." Alisa smiled bitterly, then she understood the reason why His Highness the Princess sent her away. "After the news received, a lot of sand thieves dispersed, but the sand thieves in the inner city seemed to be crazy and began to attack everywhere in the Kasan Palace. They probably thought that the King of Sand thieves was dead and they also had this opportunity to take up that position. These people were simply crazy..."

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"If this continues," Alisa is a little anxious. "Maybe it won't last long..."

Princess Rupert looked at the other party: "What are your plans? If you want to leave the city, I can find someone to send you out, but in the current situation, I can only do my best."

Miss Nightingale only shook her head gently: "Before the commander gave the order, the Seven Seas Brigade will most likely stay here."

The eldest princess was silent for a moment.

There was no dispute in the Cassan Palace, and the ministers were clearly divided into two factions, one was lifeless and was waiting for fate to be merciless. The other faction, under the call of Seschel and Prince Alev, went up to the city and joined the guards to help organize the last line of defense.

Although this line of defense is as thin as a cicada's wing, it is hard to escape under the surging flood.

"What is that?" someone suddenly shouted.

The blood mist was like a pillar of smoke rising from the sky, connecting directly to the clouds, connecting to the blood-red halo in the clouds. It seemed that only at this moment, someone noticed this terrible scene, but no one could say what was behind all this?

But Princess Rupert only watched this scene quietly.

She suddenly turned around and said, "What kind of person is Captain Ed...?"

"he……"

Alisa subconsciously wanted to say that he was a fool.

But looking at the scene in front of me, the sand thief rushed towards the top like a surging force, rushing to everywhere outside the Kasan Palace. The dark red clouds in the sky surged, and blood-colored lightning spread through the clouds, as if they were signs before the arrival of the doomsday.

She suddenly realized that she might not have much chance to talk to His Highness the Great Princess again. A silent mood surged into the heart of Miss Nightingale. She glanced at Rupert and replied, "...He is a little idealistic, leader."

"Idealism?" The eldest princess sighed: "Sometimes we think it is too naive, but perhaps in desperate situations, only ideals can bring miracles to people--"

Her voice was soft, as if she was murmuring. "I just don't know if Lord Android and Lord Marland still protect this land."

A bright silver light appeared in a corner of the battlefield without anyone noticing attention.

Earl Laval, holding the strong wind before dawn, tidied up the sparse hair on his forehead with one hand, and got on the horse a little reluctantly. If it weren't for that thing, how could he have been careless about this little business?

Thinking of this, the count glared at the girl in front of him, frightening Florence trembling.

The Count coughed softly, then he said in a lengthened tone: "Florence, spread our flags and tell everyone on this battlefield that the Cowlins are here."

Florence responded panickedly: "Yes, Lord Laval, no... no, you are the commander of the regiment..." While rushing to unfold the flag in his hand, but because he was too nervous, he was almost entangled by the flag and fell to the ground.

Earl Laval shook his head, grabbed the flag with one hand, placed it on the flagpole, and raised it with his hand, and the flag immediately floated.

The flag was rolled up, revealing a silver anvil, and the splashing sparks were like stars above the sky, and the sky-blue crown shone in the world, and a sharp sword spread out in the wind. The bright silver flag made everyone look at it for a moment. The sand thieves from far and near seemed to have finally noticed the few people in a corner of the battlefield.

Under the flags, one was the knights in silver armor. Under the face helmets, their eyes were as cold as ice. They were pressing down on the protective face one by one, leaving only two flashing eyes of cold light. On the breastplate, there were the seal emblems of roses and dragons. Under the spreading wings, a strange-shaped flame mark was formed.

Its name is, dawn.
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