Black Dragon Code

He rode on a pitch-black war horse in armor, and drew his bow in a leisurely manner. After less than a second, the holy light shield around the brave paladin was torn apart. Feeling the threat, the paladin turned around. The moment he turned around, he had already galloped past him.

The sharp and cold sickle-shaped sword grazed the paladin's neck. It was not smooth, but it worked well. The paladin's head flipped in the air and finally landed on the blood-red battlefield. At the moment when the paladin's eyes dimmed, What he saw was the flank of the coalition army flooded by rolling cavalry.

Wrapped in fine steel armor, with only his eyes exposed, McNee Darkblade overlooks the battlefield. He is a warrior who likes to charge forward. Even after joining the camp of the Blackwing Empire, he still upholds the nature that a warrior should have , On the battlefield of Tuanxi Town, he led the Imperial Knights in the north to launch a charge. This area was surrounded and cut off by Black Wing's soldiers, and he couldn't hold on for even thirty minutes.

It's too bad... Seeing the soldiers running around in the burning ruins, this idea came to McNee's head. After he got the command of the Imperial Knights, he found that whether it was the Trade Federation or Al Sara, The combat power of the Black Wing Empire army is more than an order of magnitude different. The soldiers' fighting will, physical fitness, training intensity and equipment system do not seem to belong to the same era.

This is still an unimportant human knight group in the Black Wing Empire. If it is replaced by heavy orc infantry, steam armored legion, barghest and radiant dragon clan, McNee wonders if these softies in the middle will tremble?

"It seems that what the red dragon said is right." McNee said in his heart, they were fighting against something that could never be defeated, and the final result could only be to be crushed into mud under the iron hooves.

"Put up our flag, blow the horn, and attack the enemy's core area..." McNee said to the soldier commander behind him, "I hope the people in the middle are ready to face the enemy."

The same thing happened in other flanking battlefields and local areas. More than six troops are launching surprise attacks on the federal army from all directions. In addition to the Imperial Knights led by McNee, there is also the Storm Claws around the island on the west coast. , the Skeleton Warrior Army in the Undead Realm, and the Blood Hunter Troop in the Wolfheart Kingdom. From the perspective of strategic decision-making, the northern emperor has lost patience with the war situation in the central region. It will be covered.

With such a large raiding force, only the Radiant Dragonborn led by Alsara and Naleth are the only ones attacking the federal army head-on. It was extremely difficult.

"Drink!"

Surrounded by the enemy regiments, Governor Wo'an Tarim gritted his teeth and waved his epee to push back the powerful opponent in front of him. His goal was Nare Andrea, who was constantly rising and falling in the distance. The huge size advantage of the red dragon and The breath weapon posed a huge threat to the federal army, and it had to be dealt with as soon as possible. However, Vaughan was stopped halfway through the journey, and an enemy army from the flank swept across the battlefield with an unreasonable attitude. to him.

The leader of this cavalry is a monster with endless brute force. Every time a weapon strikes, his arms will tremble. Even with the holy energy to constantly repair his body, Wo'an is still at a disadvantage.

"boom."

But the opponent's horse is not as strong as his master. Taking advantage of the opportunity of being sideways, Wo An cut down the opponent's horse with a sword, then jumped up suddenly, and in a condescending posture, he punched hard on the black horse of the cavalry leader. on the steel helmet,

The helmet was thrown away, and the cavalry leader rolled around on the ground, revealing a face that horrified Woan.

"McNee Thunderblade!" he yelled in disbelief.

"You got the wrong person."

The dwarf responded in a dull tone.

"No, you are Thunder Lord McNee!"

The battle lines on that face are like a clumsy stick figure, smeared indiscriminately to cover up its owner's true face, he cut his hair, even painted black tattoos all over his neck, but those eyes can't be covered up no matter what, Vaughn just remembered!

"The head of state said that you are dead! You died under the fangs and claws of the dragon. Until now, the dwarves are still searching for your traces. How did you appear here? You...you are fighting for our enemies! ?”

"I'm fighting for my clan." McNee couldn't hide his smile, clenched the sickle-shaped sword in his hand, bent down to tear off the helmet from a dead body on the ground, put it on, and burst out with momentum: "Sorry, I have to Kill you."

The next moment, McNee's blade curled up with a weak electric arc. He charged suddenly and swung his sword at the paladin. The latter swung his body back and avoided the attack, but the soldiers behind him were not so lucky. .

"Crack." Amidst the sound of the armor being torn apart, a terrible crack was cut into the body of Voan's personal guard knight. Amid the mournful sound of metal cracking, McNee's attack struck again.

"boom."

Wo'an rolled twice on the ground in embarrassment, taking a distance to avoid McNee's fierce and brutal attack. He was caught off guard by his opponent just because of his emotional ups and downs, but now, the state of the paladin has gradually calmed down.

"God bless."

Golden wings appeared behind Wo'an, and the scorching light wrapped around his epee. He floated up from the ground, holding a never-ending pillar of fire in his hand: "Once upon a time, you, like me, walked on Ella Dia's incarnation of justice is a beacon of light and hope for the people, but now, you have betrayed the sacred oath and fallen into the minions of the evil dragon, and I will punish your filthy soul."

"Holy cut!"

In the extreme flames of the paladin, all the creatures he regarded as enemies within close range were silently ignited, and when he swung his long sword down, McNee raised his sword to block, blocking the blade but could not resist the burning sacred The flame locked McNee and burned the body of the legendary warrior.

"I used to respect you, but now that you have lost your favor, can you still be worthy of the name of Lord Thunder?" Wo'an chased again: "Ugly souls should be purified."

"From the moment I gave up the hammer and axe, I was no longer Lord Thunder." McNee growled: "I am—Dark Blade!"

The next moment, Wo An's eyes went dark, as if he had been hit by a battering ram, he fell backwards, flipped a few times in the air, and hit the crossbowmen behind him, knocking down and setting several archers on fire. It just barely landed on the ground.

The paladin panted, raised his head, and saw McNee's tall figure in front of him. The scorching holy flame desperately wanted to lick his body, but it could only rub against his armor.

Dark red fragments of lightning danced on his body, and soon, the flames around McNee turned into sparks and extinguished, being swallowed by the strange lightning.

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