Chapter 57 The King’s Sword Shows Its Power

Nearly a thousand knights of the Iron Order fought against more than a hundred golems and puppets.

The Iron Order is the most elite knight order in Kamavia, with excellent equipment specially crafted by top craftsmen.

Generally speaking, 10 knights of the Iron Order can easily hunt down a Kamavian dragon by working together.

And when the number of both sides is almost 1 to 8, the puppets, which are far less powerful than the dragon, should not be able to stop the iron cavalry of the Iron Order.

But although the Avenue of Scholars is wide, it is not as spacious as the vast and boundless wilderness suitable for cavalry operations.

The upper area of ​​Hylia can only be passed through this way. Hundreds of demon statues can almost block the road, and the Iron Regiment, which does not occupy the geographical advantage, is trapped in a difficult fight.

"Iron Legion, charge!"

The "city wall fortress" made by the golem was difficult to break through for a while. In the first round of charge, the Iron Regiment, who did not know the specific strength of the golem, suffered heavy losses.

Dozens of soldiers in front were knocked down by the stone fists of the golem. Originally, only a few died, and most of them were only injured. However, they were trampled by the horses of the soldiers behind them, and their souls returned to the Hall of the Ancestors in an instant.

Nekrit's already stooped waist bent even further, "But..."

Foyeg lowered his head and stared at the broken dragon bones at his feet, feeling proud and arrogant.

She said in a very firm tone: "Foego has pushed Kamavia to a dead end. I must abide by grandpa's will and cannot let him go on like this anymore!"

"Why don't you hurry up and do it?" Foego scolded sternly, "If it delays the queen's treatment, I'll take it from you!"

The knights of the Iron Order made way for the king, devouring a lot of flesh and blood, and their body shape was almost similar to that of his life, but the area around the even more ferocious and terrifying undead bone dragon was empty.

The chariot could not move forward. Seeing that the situation was not good, Foego turned to look at the court mage who did not do anything, "Nunio."

The old and frail Nekrit fell to the ground, but Foego had no intention of paying attention to whether the old man was injured.

The cold wind blew at night, and Foego's brown and black shoulder-length hair danced in the wind.

Compared with the larger number of golem puppets, the performance is several times higher.

At this time, there were only a few meters left, and the bone dragon, which could pierce Foego's chest with its bone spurs in less than two or three seconds, suddenly stopped.

The power of the dark descendants devours flesh and blood, serving as a source of magic power to continuously charge the undead dragon, and even a layer of blood-colored armor is attached to its body.

"What's going on with that giant dragon?" Foyego asked, "Is it necromancy?"

After a moment, he held Isulde's body and walked out of the overturned chariot, his face flushed as if burning with furious flames.

It opened its mouth and let out a silent roar, it was ferocious and bloodthirsty, its empty eyes without eyeballs turned to face itself, holding Mu Qing, the extremely provocative Foyego.

"Old minister obeys the order..."

The already dead undead bone dragon rushed into the cavalry. The flesh and blood of its wings and tail degenerated, leaving only sharp bone spurs sweeping through the crowd.

"From what I can see, the black energy wrapped around this giant dragon is somewhat similar to the curse of death...perhaps, it can be purified with the Michael's Crucible."

"Are you sure you will choose to kill your relatives for justice, right?"

Seeing this scene, he felt excited.

Josh thought for a moment and explained the plan very quickly:

Immediately, the bone dragon kicked off the ground with its hind legs, climbed up with its wings, and sprinted towards Foego at a rapid speed.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his cold eyes to the building in the direction where the arcane pulse had been emitted, but now there was no one there, and then turned his eyes to stare at the puppets and cavalry fighting on the Avenue of Scholars.

"Well, I see that the Iron Regiment is not equipped with crossbows. Foego's King's Sword has an attack range of about ten meters. You can find a safe distance to stop him later..."

This was Foego's first time participating in a battle, but with only one blow, he killed the undead dragon that had consumed nearly a quarter of the Iron Legion's strength.

The knight retreated, and the golem pursued the victory.

With just one round of sweeping attacks, the horse's limbs were broken, and the knight cut him off at the waist. He fell to the ground crying, and was soon trampled to death by his compatriots.

The common soldiers were unsteady due to this sudden attack. The center of gravity of the heavy imperial chariot, which lacked some support, shifted and soon fell irresistibly to one side.

"If Foyego still has a conscience, you can use the affection between your uncle and nephew as an excuse to get involved.

Immediately afterwards, the Sword of the King reappeared in Foego's hand.

Unfortunately, when the dragon was still more than ten meters away from Foego, he just smiled contemptuously, held the first hilt of the sword with one hand, and raised Mu Qing above his head.

Josh and others, who were temporarily hiding in the buildings on both sides of Scholar Avenue, originally planned to let the inanimate puppets consume the living power of the Iron Legion first, saw that Foego could deal with the stone statues so easily, and were forced to change their plans.

The King's Sword gleams with dazzling silver light. At first glance, the sword appears similar to arcane runes, but its appearance is more complex and complicated. It is far beyond the marks that humans can draw. It faintly reveals the dim light of the vast starry sky.

One of them is only worried about his own queen, while the other is ruthless, selfish, and only wants to climb to a high position, and has absolutely no sympathy for his subordinates.

"This..." Nekrit squinted his eyes and observed for a moment, then shook his head in shame, "My knowledge is shallow and I can't tell."

Nekrit sighed silently and took out the bell from his pocket that he had put away properly after landing.

The huge body relied on inertia to slide forward on the marble tiles covered with blood and broken flesh, and finally settled two steps away from Foego.

He hesitated slightly, but did not continue.

"My king is mighty!" Hecarim immediately cheered loudly.

"Isolde!"

In just a few minutes, more than two hundred Knights of the Iron Order died at the hands of the Bone Dragon.

Josh, who had already put on another dark green magic cloak selected from the Thresh Supervisor's treasury - the Ghost Cloak, asked Kalista.

Nekrit immediately raised his hands and said, "I'm here, old minister."

In the distance, Hecarim, who deliberately avoided the undead dragon and smashed the core of a golem with a halberd, left the battlefield.

"My king is mighty!" The Iron Regiment soldiers who saw this scene also shouted in unison.

"If not, just say that you realize your mistake, and you will lead him to find the water of life and save Isolde's life.

No need for Foygo to say anything, Hecarim immediately scolded the Iron Legion who suffered heavy casualties: "Get out of the way! Our king will open the way!"

"You four, help me support the queen. If she falls to the ground, your heads will be in danger!"

The number of golem puppets dropped sharply, and soon there were only about forty left on the battlefield, while the other twenty needed to guard the Shining Light Tower and could not participate in the struggle on the Scholar's Avenue.

Immediately afterwards, Foego lowered his right arm violently and made a chopping motion.

But just as he was trying to guide his magic power to activate the bell, a blue arcane pulse shot from the roof of a house not far away, directly piercing the wooden wall of the adjacent chariot, interrupting Nekrit's spellcasting.

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The crisp sound of "crackling" bones could be heard endlessly. The body of the bone dragon was completely cracked from the center, and the broken bones were scattered on the ground.

If Foego dies here, as long as Kalista is not in the royal city, Kamavia will be in his pocket...

For a time, the morale of the less than 600 remaining cavalrymen soared.

I saw Mu Qing's sword rising and falling with strong light. Even the elite knights had a hard time dealing with the golems and puppets, each of which seemed to have their magic power extracted. The core of the holy stone in the center of the body dimmed, and the huge body fell straight to the ground.

Rotten into rubble.

The blood and death magic that originally wanted to reunite the bone residue completely turned into countless particles and dissipated under the influence of Mu Qing's magic.

"What a waste, what use do you have?" Foego cursed, swinging his sword.

However, Foego and Hecarim did not feel the slightest pain at the unnecessary casualties of their soldiers.

"Remember, all you need to do is delay, don't risk your own life!"

"But what?" Foego asked sideways.

Without any hesitation, determination flashed in her eyes, and Kalista nodded heavily: "That's right!"

Mu Qing disappeared in his hand, and Foego climbed behind the curtain using his hands and feet.

Josh put on the cape of the ghost cloak, and his whole person instantly became transparent and blended into the dim environment, disappearing, leaving only the sound echoing:

"Let me try to see if I can avoid the King's Sword and kill him with a sneak attack."

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