Chapter 247 The Remains of Tianyu

The nest kept receiving war reports from the scouts, and he was a little surprised by the tenacity of the Hu Ben army. It hasn't been lost for two hours. Mu Chengxue is not simple. Of course, Tuluo is also a person with a false reputation. He attacked a small Julu manor and killed and injured thousands of people, but he has not been able to take it. It's really cowardly.

When he heard that the six secret magic towers of Julu Manor were also destroyed by rune stone crossbow arrows, and the Tuluo army was heading for the Redstone Cliff, he could no longer help it.

"Xuan Dutong, my horse is one step ahead. You lead the Tiangong Army to follow up later without delay.

Hearing the order of the nest, Xuanliu just nods silently. He understood that he was worried about grabbing his achievements. Although he vaguely felt that it was inappropriate, he could only endure in order to avoid suspicion.

In a blink of an eye, a thousand dragon-rider warriors like wolves and tigers rushed down the small stone mountain in the excited order of the nest and galloped to Julu Manor.

It's only a few dozen miles from Xiaoshi Mountain to Julu Manor, and you can get there without a cup of tea.

The nest thought so much, but he never dreamed that he would finish his life here.

"Wow--" There was no sign. A yellow-green sandstorm suddenly set off in front of the road, more than 20 feet long and nine feet high, like a turbid wave roaring like a ghost crying and wolf howling at the dragon cavalry warriors who were marching at high speed.

"There is an ambush!" The dragon and horse his hoofsed, and the warriors in the front row stirred up the magic soldiers to blow out a group of scenery.

"Bang bang!" Although the sound was terrible, the sandstorm was not very powerful, and it was suddenly fragmented and twisted.

The nest was slightly determined to hold on the mount, and his eyes passed through the drifting sand and dust and did not notice any abnormalities around him.

"Quiet, it's just a little mysterious trick that scares you like this?" He sneered and turned around and scolded his uneasy subordinates.

Unexpectedly, a strong and smelly green fog suddenly gushed out from the permafrost, instantly covering the surrounding scenery. Before the dragon cavalry warrior could shout, a dark green magic gun sprung out, and the sharp tip of the gun penetrated the dragon horse's abdomen and penetrated the body.

All key parts of the body of the dragon cavalry warrior are protected by armor, which is enough to deal with any sudden attack. But their buttocks were obviously not among the protection of armor, and they didn't expect that the enemy would attack from such a rare angle.

Suddenly, the silent wilderness turned into a bloody hell, and the golden red blood and sad howling came one after another. A dragon and horse fell to the ground with a mourning, and hundreds of dragon cavalry warriors fell one after another like dead wood cut down by a huge axe.

"Damn it, it's actually a reptile of the Voldemort clan!" The nest woke up and drove the dragon and horse in the air to dodge a magic gun shot from the bottom, and there was already a bloody rain of guns under his feet.

"Wow--" A series of strange magic charms like water ripples lit up from the thick green poisonous fog, and the dragon and horse under the nest seat sank down like heavy lead. At the same time, the nest found in horror that an inexplicable and terrible force was born in the surrounding void, and all the people and horses seemed to be wrapped in mud and their hands and feet were trapped in it.

"The devil is in the battle!" The heart of the nest trembled violently, and he shouted hoarsely, "Go out--"

"Woo-woo-" Green figures emerged from the permafrost, flying like ghosts. The cold light of the quenched magic blade in his hand flashed like the sickle of death that harvested life. It was not forbidden by the cold fog magic charm at all, and was wantonly killed on the head of the dragon cavalry warrior. .

One of the middle-aged men of the Fumo clan held a blue night wand to bully the nest, with a cruel and gloomy sneer at the corners of his lips and said, "It's time to eat, ghost pig!"

"Karala!" The earth collapsed and sprayed out frantic sandstorms and rushed to the nest.

"The blazing shadow?!" The nest recognized his former defeated generals. After the initial panic, he realized that the number of opponents was not large, and except for a few holy masters, the vast majority of Voldemort warriors' cultivation was not excellent. In other words, whether it is the number of people, combat strength, or equipment, your side will obviously win. It's bad to be ambushed, but as long as you can stabilize your position, it's not a problem to clean up hundreds of green reptiles.

"Bum!" The left hand of the nest threw out a faint blue ice shield, blocked the secret attack of the "blue blood sand sea" from the blazing shadow, and raised the magic knife of his right hand and shouted, "zhen zhen!"

Hundreds of dragon-riding warriors responded in unison, and the horse contracted around the nest. With him as the center, he gradually formed a defensive formation, turning like a grinding wheel and repeatedly strangling the Fumo warriors. The holy master and the secret magician in the array constantly bombarded the frozen soil with various magic charms and secret methods to disperse the poisonous fog. A group of colorful light and fire holes penetrated the sky. In a moment, the earth with a radius of thousands of feet was sealed so that the Fumo warriors could not use the earth to hide and move.

Seeing that the situation was slowly reversing, a sharp and ferocious wolf howling suddenly sounded in the dark.

Three wolf and demon teams from the southeast, northeast and west protruded like silver bottles and iron horses, appearing in the vision of the dragon rider warrior.

A brown-red magic wolf is wrapped in earth-shaking roars and turbulent waves, like a violent flame stream formed by thousands of torches.

Just like three precise and sharp meat cutting knives, 1,500 elite warriors from the three major tribes of Beixi, Dongyang and Nanyue went straight into the dragon riding circle from different directions under the command of their respective wolf owners, dividing and surrounded a team of demon warriors.

They don't like fighting at all. After staggering through the circle array, they quickly break out of the regiment from the other end, and then turn around and break into the array from another angle. In this cycle, it was like entering no one's land, and soon the battle array of the dragon cavalry rushed to pieces.

"Duo's group of wolves!" The nest could hardly believe his eyes. The Voldemort clan and the wolf demon clan actually formed a coalition. I really don't know whether he was dazzled or the world went crazy.

When the cunning and viciousness of the Voldemort clan and the fierceness of the wolf demon clan are seamlessly combined, what awaits the dragon knight can only be a massacre full of conspiracy.

The feeling of the blazing shadow has never been as good as it is now. The dragon-riding warriors in front of him are dying, wailing, collapsing, trembling... The iron hooves that once trampled on the homeland, and the arms of the arms that once slaughtered people splashed off the frozen soil in the bloody wind.

"Fu Stone Rainforest", "Blue Lizard Storm", "Fushan Zhenhai"... The blue night magic wand flew excitedly, and threw one fierce and mysterious attack after another at the nest.

The nest abandoned the dragon horse, and his body flew with a knife to resist, and kept trying to approach the blazing shadow.

However, Bei Xiya, Dongyangyao and Nan Yuexun launched raids from the flanks again and again, forcing him to devote more energy to deal with the three wolf masters, so that he could not get closer to the blazing shadow.

Now his only hope is to be left behind by himself. If he can hold on to a cup of tea, the Tiangong army can rush to the battlefield to join his dragon cavalry. Even if it can't be defeated into victory, at least the surviving dragon cavalry can rush out of the ambush circle and retreat to Xiaoshi Mountain.

However, what he waited for was not Xuanliu and the Tiangong Army under his command, but another military headquarters composed of demons.

Eight hundred troll heavy warriors slowly came from the night. The frequency of their movements may be a little heavy and sluggish, but they contain the terrible power of stone. The black boots stepped on the permafrost and made a dull sound, converging into a thunderous roar from far to near.

The blood all over his body suddenly became cold. For the first time in his life, he felt so clearly that there was really something more terrible than death in the world called "despair".

............

"Gulu--" A bloody head flew out of the blazing shadow's hand and rolled down to the dazzling feet.

Xuanliu sat on the dragon horse and silently looked at the head of the nest. I don't know what he was thinking.

"The nest is dead. Even if Brother Xuanliu can retreat to Jiran City with the whole army, I guess the guard won't let you go, right? This is really difficult to do. Why don't you cut off your head and send it back to Jiran City with a little pain, so that the guard won't say anything more. Well, even if he wants to say something, Brother Xuanliu can't hear it.

The only person who can say such words heartlessly may be Bei Xixue.

The ambush on the wasteland has just ended, and the bodies of dragon warriors and the pungent bloody smell are everywhere.

The Fumo and wolf demon warriors are cleaning the battlefield in an orderly manner. More than 800 troll warriors a little farther away have begun to withdraw under the command of Zhantian - their marching speed is far less than the former, so they have to rush to Julu Manor, which is still in a hard battle.

But doing so gives people the feeling that no one has taken Xuanliu and the thousand-day bow army he led.

Xuan Liu slowly withdrew his eyes, turned to Bei Xixue's face like a girl, and whispered, "I can take your head to see Lord Wei!"

From hearing the shouting of ambush in the nest to rush to the battlefield, the actual distance between the Dragon Horse Army and the Tiangong Army was less than a cup of tea. But in such a short time, a demon army of thousands of people has been destroyed.

Trolls, wolf demons, Voldemorts... And if expected, the Hu Ben army, which is sticking to the Julu Manor and the Tuluo army to the end, where does this come from?

What's more frightening is that the other party seems to have calculated that the nest will be greedy and aggressively, and set up an ambush here early to gather and annihilate it. When he led the reinforcements to arrive, he could only see a human head in the nest.

Three years ago, he was ordered to stay in Jiran City and did not participate in the siege and suppressing of the wolf demon clan, but at this moment, without any precise calculation, Xuanliu can also know that his thousand-day bow army has no chance.

Even if he is lucky enough to return to Jiran City, his fate will become the funeral object of the nest as Bei Xixue said. But he can't escape. His wife, children and many people are still in Jiran City. If they abscond for fear of sin, their fate will be even more miserable.

"Keng!" The dazzling words fell, and a thousand Tiangong army shooters neatly pulled the bow strings of the crossbow machine, and the cold and sharp arrows were aimed at Beixixue.

"Why can't we live with more dignity?" Bei Xixue ignored the arrows that were enough to shoot anyone into a hornet's nest, and the light of the wise man flashed in the depths of his clear and quiet pupils.

"This land has never belonged to the guard, nor should it be someone's private property. Wolf demons, Voldemorts... and our troll friends, who is destined to be born to be sold and enslaved like animals? It's better to be in charge than to rely on others.

Xuan Liu said quietly, "Why should I listen to your beautiful words?"

Beixue's left hand pressed her heart gently and said with a grinful smile, "In the name of the red moon, the red moon is there, so I am--"

I don't know why, two clusters of fine light suddenly burst out of Xuanliu's eyes, which penetrated the air like a sharp arrow and fell on Beixixue's left hand.

"In the name of the red moon!" After a moment, he solemnly pressed his left hand on his chest and said so.