Chapter 622: Manfred attacks
Elsarion feels very uncomfortable. He has been entangled with Manfred all night, fighting in the night sky from the rise to the fall of the evil moon.
The Stormwing tore the zombie dragon's body apart many times, but it was quickly restored to its original state under the spell of the vampire. Mosrib is the protector of dark creatures, and it is difficult for benign mutations like the griffon to receive benefits.
After a night of fighting, Manfred was not seriously injured, but the watchman was exhausted.
The dawn light reflected on the blood-covered feathers of Stormwing. Even the extremely powerful gryphon was becoming a little tired after a night of continuous high-intensity fighting.
But the master's fanatical fighting will still inspired Stormwing, and he plucked up his energy and pounced on Manfred.
Manfred, who was some distance away from the watcher, raised his head and looked at the evil moon setting in the sky, with a strange arc appearing at the corner of his mouth.
The noble Earl of Sylvania was not willing to fight for his life with the elves, so the whole night was filled with gorgeous-looking battles.
Although the strength of this stern-faced elf was somewhat unexpected, the result remained the same, and Katrin was going crazy.
The perspective returned to the stalemate on the ground. In the middle of the hollow circle, Imric was playing with his sword and looking at Katrine's gradually distorted face. The coldness mixed with black shadows and the pure ice blue were intertwined. It seemed that there was something strange. Two consciousnesses are fighting for control of this power.
He took a look at the situation on the battlefield and saw that there were some heavy casualties. Except for the Sword Master of Hoth and the Mist Walker who were specially protected by magic, a large number of soldiers died before the Flameborn Knight raided the enemy mage's position.
But the process is not too important, and I have no feelings for Mrs. Kislev. Most of the time, I regard it as a concept similar to resources.
The best way is to use resources at the right time instead of holding on to them.
After taking a rough look at the level of support for the Patriot Army, Imrik turned his gaze and looked at the elemental bear behind Katrin that had been reorganized and shrunk several times, knowing that she had gradually lost control of the energy of the earth's veins.
"Katelyn, I have to say that you have disappointed me. I thought you had a monstrous strategy to make the king's power eternal, but in the end you only have a fear of death and a heart of revenge." When Imrik mocked, a look on his face A subtle smile, "I think Raskol and the others are already standing in front of you. How does it feel to be forced into the palace by a group of mud-legged people? Do you want to kneel down and beg for forgiveness." "Save...
Kisri... "Before a hoarse voice finished speaking, Katrin's words full of resentment had already sounded. After briefly suppressing Li Zhuosang's will, she murmured, "The king's power is
not eternal, and the same is true for you!"
As soon as the words fell, Unable to control the energy of the earth's veins, Katrin chose to detonate the magical wind around her. The cold wind hit from all directions, from the sky, the ground, the mountains... and even the invisible void.
The drifting ice and snow froze everyone. Not only did their movements become slow, but their thinking became rigid.
A blizzard formed a vortex with her as the center. The eye of the storm gradually expanded, and the target was Imric, whom she was most hostile to.
An unprovoked revenge will end here, and she will announce to the world what will happen to those who try to covet Kislev.
The Horror Lizard, who was originally preparing to deal a final blow to the Elemental Bear, retreated and called Imric to leave the center of the blizzard, "Let's go,
this woman finally went crazy and ignited her soul to make a final struggle, but the result was still the same. It's a sad narrow-minded mentality of hot-bloods to trouble other races to wipe their ass."
But Imrik was not interested in this. He just wanted to see what tricks he could do by irritating Katrin. She was never the main target of his actions.
It was best to take advantage of the chaos, and Manfred spared no effort to support this action, probably aiming for now.
"No, please pay attention to Davian's movements. The news from the Sun Legion shows that Arkhan has arrived. Even if he cannot be kept, the Book of Nagash cannot be missed." Looking at the group in the eye of the storm area With a ferocious and twisted woman's face, Imric shrugged and said, "As for me, do you think this crazy woman is a threat?" "Absolute confidence is not necessarily a good thing. Minas Nir is right. You seem to have forgotten something. It's called danger."
"Danger means reward. I just prefer to eat big heads." "
Whatever you want."
Kukulza stepped back slowly with heavy steps. He was not afraid of this blizzard, but that didn't mean that he was a cold-blooded creature. If you like Han Bing, let Leng Tou Qing do unnecessary actions.
The blizzard stopped spreading after forming a giant whirlpool covering a hundred meters. The people on the edge who were not affected breathed a sigh of relief. They vaguely saw that the victim did not even scream, and turned into a sculpture covered with ice and snow.
Don't think about it, he will definitely die.
Manfred, who was watching all this, opened his arms, as if he was welcoming the dawn symbolizing the dawn with his chest. The Cursed Rod once again condensed the black magic to repel the pursuing Elf Prince.
"Come on, the age of darkness has come!"
He controlled the zombie dragon to fly towards the blizzard connecting the two ends of the world. Several high-level dragon princes noticed this movement along the way, and immediately stopped supporting the ground, signaling the dragon to stop breathing to intercept Man Fred.
But it was too late after all. Manfred didn't care at all about the risk of the zombie dragon under him being torn apart and falling, and relied on the vampire's flexible physique to avoid the spear.
The dragon's pursuit lasted for a while and then ended. The closer they got to the blizzard, the more dangerous they felt.
But Masnuo ignored the influence of the blizzard, relying on the protection of the blue fury, and led the dragon to swing a light-breaking sword. The ice-blue sword light with an angry blow cut off the shaky head of the zombie dragon, and from Earl Man's hairless head Skin scratched.
Sensing the last chance, Manfred spread his limbs and jumped down. Relying on the support of the black magic in his body, he turned around and slid into the blizzard. He quickly disappeared among the snowflakes.
"Damn it." Savior Masnuo was eager. He stroked the dragon under him to comfort him, gritted his teeth and planned to force his way in.
Something can happen to anyone, but not to the prince. Even if his life and that of Grace Taciel are at stake, the prince can't let anything slip by.
When the Blue Fury divine power was activated at maximum power, the telepathic call that was originally thought to be cut off sounded again,
"Calm down, Masnow, your prince is not killed so easily, Arkhan is coming, pay attention to Davian's movements. "
When I go back, I want to suggest that the noble council let you stay in the country for a while to avoid having to engage in a heroic battle every time we fight." Masnot said this proposal very seriously. Even the Phoenix King who is famous in history, In battles, he also brings personal guards with him. How can he be like Imrik, who always uses himself as bait.
"This is really going to kill me, but it's okay. As long as everything goes well, I still want to have a second child with Adira. Let's not talk about it for now. Manfred is bald and I want to kill him." Him."
Hearing Imrik's calm tone and knowing that it was probably okay, Masnuo finally let go of his anxious heart and signaled the dragon to turn around and move to an important position.
Sometimes he would always think about how great it would be if the prince were a commanding lord. He wouldn't have to pay attention to his position during the war, and he might get more honors in the end, so that his glory would not be forever covered up.
But he soon shook his head and sighed. If he didn't charge into battle like this, how could he be talking about the Son of Caledor?
(End of chapter)