A deafening sound of fierce fighting came from the direction of the Emerald Fortress gate.

Sacred white pillars of light appear from time to time, hitting the giant thing in the black cloud like thunder from the sky.

Luen turned around and looked.

A figure riding a pink dragon can be vaguely seen in the clouds. He is holding a shining golden sword and shield, like a golden lightning hovering around the bone dragon.

The pink dragon breathed out the breath of ice and fire, and the knight's fighting spirit tore through the sky.

A group of unicorns formed a formation below.

A strange-looking lightsaber is among them.

The lightsaber rotated, and the holy fire gradually condensed on the sword.

Lu En stopped looking. He walked down the city wall from the side ladder and came to his teacher's side.

He looked around and saw corpses strewn across the field, and everything was devastated.

Under the leadership of the Winter King, the soldiers of Winter City were like a rainbow, killing the undead steadily. The horns sounded again, the three city gates opened, and the soldiers of the Emerald Fortress came out in full force. The huge thunderbirds were in the sky.

He circled and cast violent thunder and lightning on the undead, and the girl who controlled the black cat was hidden among the soldiers. The petite black cat was so fierce that it could easily kill the powerful skeleton knight and absorb the undead fire from the skull.

Rune withdrew his gaze and looked at Duke Beifeng.

The old knight just lay there sadly, with the cold wind on the battlefield ruffling his beard and hair. He closed his eyes and looked calm and peaceful.

Rune looked at it for a while, then raised his hand to wipe away his tears. He carried the long sword given to him by the old knight behind his back, and then found a pocket watch in the blood-soaked soil around him.

This pocket watch is engraved with a bronze statue of his son.

Duke Beifeng would often take it out and look at it.

That serious old face will always show a longing smile at this time.

Rune tried to collect the old knight's relics as much as possible, but was unable to do so. The old knight's armor was completely shattered, like porcelain that had been hit hard with a blunt instrument. It was full of cracks, and the fragments were embedded in his flesh and blood.

Thousands of steel needles.

The old knight's weapon, the giant hammer, was broken into pieces, and the scorching thunder fire was still covering it. They were like dead branches inserted into the fire, emitting green smoke, and soon they were in Rune.

Slowly melting under his gaze.

We can't let a hero bury his bones here.

Rune wanted to try to carry away the old knight's body.

But the armor on the old knight was too heavy, and it was difficult to even lift one of his arms...

The sound of footsteps came to my ears.

They are several soldiers and players from Winter City.

The moment they arrived at Rune silently, they didn't say anything. They just helped Rune lift Duke North Wind. They tied Duke North Wind's blood-stained cloak to a spear and carried him towards the Emerald Fortress.

As for Duke Beifong's horse, there is no way to take it away.

Rune dug a grave for it and put a tombstone on it, which was engraved with: Brave and loyal servant, following in the footsteps of his master, Dark Cloud, the good horse of the Duke of the North Wind.

Next spring, there will be blooming flowers here.

Rune slowly followed the team transporting the body of Duke Beifong.

His heart was tormented by fatigue and sadness. He kept reminding himself that everything he was going through now was just a game. But when he looked up and saw the old man on the stretcher, he still couldn't help feeling as tight as a boulder in his chest.

Pressing on it, my limbs felt like they were filled with lead and it was difficult to move.

The cold wind from the fortress blew on my face.

The warm tears turned cold as soon as they came out, but when they fell to my mouth, they were still salty and bitter.

It started to rain in the foggy sky, and the fire in front of the Emerald Fortress was extinguished.

A group of knights rode out of the opened city gate.

They are native troops under the command of Duke Beifeng.

The faces of these helmeted knights cannot be seen.

They stood on both sides of the city gate, dismounted from their horses, knelt on the ground on one knee, held the knight's spear in their right hand, and put their fists on their chests with their left hands. With their heads lowered, they quietly guarded the body of Duke Beifeng and slowly walked towards the city gate.

"Woo--Woo--"

The low horn sound sounded again.

These knights got on their horses, lined up again, and rode towards the battlefield.

The figures of them riding away became farther and farther away.

There was only a murderous roar in the air.

"kill--!"

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On the core battlefield.

The fighting became more and more intense.

This is a bloody battle!

King against king, against general.

The legendary ghost dragon was completely restrained by the Winter King and his unicorns.

The undead on the frontal battlefield became the last enemies of the Emerald Fortress defenders.

But that doesn't mean this battle is easy.

The undead are coming menacingly.

Many of them are high-level undead summoned by ghost dragons, including difficult lichs and black knights, and even evil spirits that can draw away the living soul by just touching a person's body.

The clashing sounds of various swords, guns and shields are endless. Juqu Pavilion

It was also mixed with the shouts of warriors and the howls of the undead.

Horns and drums interweave into a majestic symphony.

Skeleton trolls and skeletal orcs kept crawling out of the ancient soil, waving rusty weapons, roaring and howling, showing off their strong and decaying bodies.

Clemont led a large number of sky knights back and forth among the waves of the undead.

Black Cat and Thunderbird lead the way.

Their charge was violent, like a whirlwind of steel, while the infantry of the Emerald Fortress followed the knights with murderous intent.

As soon as a skeletal orc appears, Roy will appear in time. The golden lightsaber penetrates their skulls, and the power of time washes away the sinful souls. These bulky orcs cannot touch the corners of Roy's clothes at all. They have just just

Awakened by the energy of death, he could only fall into an eternal sleep unwillingly.

The number of undead is getting smaller and smaller.

The cloud of death becomes thinner and thinner.

Strong winds hit, the heavy rain turned to the north, the sun showed its face, and the balance of victory tilted towards the defenders of the Emerald Fortress.

But in this clear sky, dragon roars suddenly sounded one after another.

People looked in the direction of the roaring dragon.

I saw that the ray of morning light that had just appeared on the horizon was suddenly obscured by black clouds in the distance, and everything became dark, and a dozen flying figures were getting closer and closer.

Pale bones and tattered wings.

The faint blue undead fire burned in the eye sockets.

It turned out to be a large group of ghost dragons.

"Winter King!" Engus, who was suppressed by the Stardew Holy Sword, roared out, with a tone of relief and pride: "You have received the support of the elves and obtained the holy weapon against the undead, but

Do you know that my layout is just like this?"
Chapter completed!