In the dark space, two green eyes looked at him motionless.
It's Skade.
Leon looked at his once closest confidant with disgust.
Hiss!
Skade stuck out his long tongue.
The forked snake letter fully demonstrated that this guy was not a human being.
At least not ordinary people.
"I have released the person as promised."
Leon's tone was cold and tired.
"Master... I'm very happy... Get ready... soon, the army is coming!"
"Scade" doesn't seem to be very good at talking, and even a complete sentence makes him speak in fragments.
"So anxious?"
With Leon's decisiveness, he didn't even think of it.
"Listen..."
Skade stopped talking.
Leon felt the ground beneath his feet shaking, and a sound like a tide rolled in.
"What do we do?"
A familiar feeling came over me.
For the first time, Lord Leon showed a horrified expression in front of others.
"Follow...me!"
Skade pointed at the ground, and the magical light of gold opened a black hole.
"Jump."
Skade jumped down without looking back.
Hearing the sound of thousands of horses galloping from far to near, Leon's face was changing with clouds and clouds.
But he only hesitated for a second before jumping into the black hole.
A yellow light flashed, the ground closed and returned to its original state!
…
"Enemy attack!"
Frightened roars and sharp whistles sounded at the same time, breaking the silence in the camp.
The dragon knights who had been running all day during the day showed their superb military qualities.
They grabbed the weapons around them first, and then gathered together in small teams. The small teams formed squadrons, and the squadrons formed into large groups.
The military tactics on the mainland are roughly the same.
Commander Ward has a habit of never taking off his armor when going on an expedition.
Weapons are also kept within easy reach.
This habit saved his life countless times.
His strength is also getting higher and higher.
As soon as he heard a strange noise, he woke up from his deep sleep.
After a second to collect himself, he immediately rushed out of the tent.
The tents of the eight cardinals are nearby.
They can't let anything happen to them, especially around him.
Loyal guards have protected this place.
When Ward saw this, he immediately pointed to the messenger beside him and said, "Tell the camp defense to stand firm and wait for reinforcements. Those who retreat will die!"
The messenger immediately took the order and left.
The man took the horse, Ward got on it and galloped towards the center of the camp.
There is his guard camp, where his most elite troops are stationed.
At this time, the guards were already fully equipped, as if they had received orders in advance.
Ward galloped past the formation, and with a move of the Holy Dragon Spear in his hand, the group behind him immediately followed.
Gungun rode up to the gate of the camp and found that the place had become a sea of blood.
The knights are fighting with countless monsters.
Fortunately, we had prepared fortifications in front of the camp gate in advance, otherwise...
The knights used crossbows and throwing axes to separate the monsters from the front and back in an orderly manner, and then used their strength to replace the tired soldiers who were already covered in blood to rest.
With the priests and bishops here, their injuries will be well cared for and treated.
The advantages of the Dragoon Army are gradually revealed.
The front row formed a gun formation with expendable lances nearly six meters long, and those in the back mounted their lances on the large shields of the front row.
The knights who were entangled with the monsters saw the opportunity and retreated one after another, retreating from both sides to the back of the formation.
Commander Ward saw some monsters becoming ferocious and clinging to some knights. He snorted coldly, slapped his hand on the horse's back, and the knights shot straight into the sky like arrows.
More than a dozen cross-shaped sword lights were swung out, striking a blank space among the beasts.
The monsters knew how powerful they were, so they roared and retreated unwillingly.
Ward achieved his goal and did not stop.
His right hand lit up, and a lightsaber tens of meters long stretched out, slashing viciously at the monsters as he swung it.
The monsters were hacked to the point of being knocked upside down... Where did the men and horses come from?
At this time, Ward had transformed into an invincible hot-blooded murderer. Seeing the bodies of his once-smiling boys losing warmth under the claws of the monster, Ward's eyes were like reflective mirrors, all glaring.
white light.
The battle with Alvin during the day has greatly improved his strength, but these improvements have brought bitter consequences to the Warcraft.
Ward fell from the sky and directly trampled to death two demonic wolves the size of lions. They died without even seeing their enemies clearly. It was indeed a bit unfair.
Ward didn't even look at them for a second time. Two lightsabers formed from his two palms. The sword light expanded and contracted indefinitely, like two huge scythes, harvesting the lives of the monsters.
Blood, flesh, internal organs of various colors, and white brains would look particularly terrifying if they were human.
But fortunately, these are all from Warcraft.
The area within a few dozen meters around Ward has become a Shura field. It cannot be described as a slaughterhouse, because the scenes in the slaughterhouse are small compared to here.
Thousands of knights formed a long steel wall, but they were all silent.
The silence contained growing anger and murderous intent.
They are waiting.
Wait for the commander to give them the order.
Ward's ruthless killing among the monsters was like a fire, igniting the knights' fierce fighting spirit.
The archers at the rear used long bows to suppress the monsters that were constantly trying to move forward, preventing them from connecting with the monsters in front of the formation.
However, even if the archers are blessed by the clergy of the bishops, their physical strength is limited and they cannot fire continuously.
The knights were waiting for them to attack when the archers could no longer cover the battlefield.
Now, all we can do is wait.
Warcraft of different races were inspired to their final ferocity by the flesh and blood of the same kind around them. The humanoid guy in front of him was simply a devil. All warcraft, no matter high-level or low-level, could not go more than two rounds in front of him.
Shattered immediately!
After dozens of seconds, Ward, covered in blood, stopped moving.
He looked around and saw that there were no standing monsters around anymore, and those lying down were just waiting to die.
He actually used his own power to eliminate all the monsters in front of the formation, abruptly interrupting the monsters' offensive.
Templar Knights can remove the word "Tang".
Paladin - a veritable Paladin!
It's a pity that although he is so powerful, compared with the Pope who has the name of a saint, he is still far behind.
He suddenly arched his upper body, bent his legs forward and backward, and disappeared on the spot, leaving only two deep footprints on the ground.
The next second, Ward appeared in mid-air, looking around with his two electric eyes.
The monsters actually attack at night. It seems like what Leon said, there are monsters with human-like intelligence leading the beast tide.
However, from high in the sky, he looked down and found no trace of other monsters except around the camp. At least he did not find a large group of monsters, so he could rest assured.
A huge, substantial sword light, dozens of meters long, was thrown out of Ward's hand and struck into the group of monsters.