Duke of Grief

Those voices are no longer whispers, no longer whispers like dreams.

What resounds in people's ears is the grudges of the dead, the last wailing of those who are not willing to die.

The sound was very harsh and extremely disturbing. After the soldiers of the royal army were affected, they were cut down to the ground by undead creatures, and even a few soldiers with tragic winds were affected, and they died on the spot.

Rodriguez Knight looked left and right, and did not find the figures of Kyle Knight and Tosolo Knight, but those annoying voices have been replayed in his mind.

"Roar"

His ground-mounting dragon mount also seems to be affected, and he is constantly stepping on the enemy under his paws, expressing his anger and irritability with a collision.

"Rego"

Knight Rodriguez made a rant, and after the Earth Dragon heard the master's call, he turned and rushed towards Knight Rodrigue.

Carrying the heavy shield, the Rodriguez Knight strode forward, then jumped on the ground and jumped onto the back of the dragon.

He stood on the back of the dragon, like a burly body like a big mountain, and his voice was surging like a mountain torrent.

"Warrior in the Wind"

The Rodriguez Knight raised his right arm and waved the flag that was hung by the Dragon.

The ears of these warriors from the mournful wind heard the cry of the Knight Rodriguez.

The knights looked over and saw the waving flag, and suddenly they couldn't help but smile

"Banner" they shouted loudly.

Following the grinning of the flag bearers following the knights, he pulled out the flag tied to his back and waved it like the knight of Rodriguez.

They smiled on the battlefield, and they spit their joy as they pleased, shouting, the words that belonged to them and only they could understand were "invincible."

These sounds are like a flash of lightning, which runs through the brains of all warriors from the mourning wind.

Inspiring their brains involuntarily, causing the blood flowing in their blood vessels to boil, and speeding up the heart in their chest

Because they come from the sad wind

"Invincible"

Only a few scattered voices followed, because they were not fighting, or were preparing to join the next fight.

"Invincible"

The soldiers shouted one after another, because they came from the sad wind.

"Invincible"

They spoke in unison, snarled, and pulled their voices, even if that would make their voices hoarse and hurt their voices

The soldiers of the royal army are fleeing because the noise affects them, awakening them from the crazy posture of **** fighting, looking at the undead creatures, they are afraid, so they will escape.

Then, they heard the roars of the soldiers, couldn't help but looked at them with fear, stayed in place, and forgot to escape.

More crazy than the original, colder than the original, more powerful than the original, and more tacit than the original. The trio of warriors from the tragic wind, no command, no distribution, they themselves found the right comrades, and formed A team.

They started another round of battles with undead creatures, and through the tactics of restricting the position, disarming, etc., they continued to kill those undead creatures.

Rather than a group of soldiers, it is a group of hooligans, because they use everything, and even drag the undead creatures behind the horses with chains, so that they can do the crazy things of dying again.

They are only for killing, all the means they use are for killing, and there is nothing else he wants.

Like a group of highly efficient killing machines, only a few hundred soldiers have killed the encirclement, and the encirclement of the large number of undead creatures has completely failed.

"Invincible"

The soldiers in the mourning wind shouted, and the soldiers of the royal army stared at it dullly.

The heart is like a drum of war, and every time they hear their shouts, it is like being beaten once.

The blood flows faster in the body, and their faces become flushed as the brain is reactivated, and their breathing becomes rapid.

They opened their mouths and stared blankly, as if something was stuck in their throats, something seemed to be coming out of their hearts, but they were suppressed by the remaining reason.

Tears, already flowing, the soldiers tasted the bitter taste at the tip of their tongues, that is the expectation, that is the desire, that is the dream

A soldier stumbled back and walked up. He picked up a weapon on the ground, looked at it twice, then grinned his mouth and bit his teeth.

"kill"

The noise in the ear seems to have disappeared, and it seems that it has never appeared. The collapsed will is rebuilt. The soldiers shouted. The cry of one person made this battlefield seem empty because the soldiers had already gone to the other side. , Only he is on this side.

However, he will never be just a person, he will never be just a person

"Go back, go back"

Another soldier gritted his teeth, but his speed was faster, he ran over and pulled a long sword from the ground, "Go die monster"

One after another, one after another, they did not smile, because they lost too much here, full of anger and panic, they rushed back again.

He picked it up without weapons, rushed into it directly, and started fighting again.

"Kill them"

"Kill them"

"Kill them"

The soldiers who rushed back screamed because they had abandoned their chances of survival, so they didn't care about wounds or throats.

"Kill them"

"Kill them"

From less to more, sand accumulates into towers and water gathers into trickles, from a few people to tens, from tens to hundreds, and then from hundreds to thousands

The voices of the soldiers are getting louder and louder, they are shouting hard and fighting to kill the enemy, why not~www.wuxiaspot.com~ just for an impulse

"Kill them"

In the end, only the shout was still echoing, all the voices had disappeared, only the voices of the soldiers were still loud.

Krylov III also temporarily forgot the sound that echoed in his mind. He looked at it all at a loss, as if everything exceeded his expectations.

His calculations are useless in this battlefield, he is always the one calculated, so looking at this scene, his scalp is numb, and there is only a blank space in his brain. I don't know what to do.

The two knights and the female swordsman fought again, because the soldiers behind them had already ignited their fighting spirit. As a knight, how could they give up

They used high-speed confrontations that were difficult to catch with the naked eye, and the collision between swords was so fast that only the afterimages and sounds remained.

This is not the fighting rhythm that the two knights hoped for. They have been completely brought into her rhythm by the female swordsman in front of them. If they don’t adjust it as soon as possible, then they are not suitable for this fighting rhythm. Among them, the female swordsman is most likely to be the final winner.

Once they show their flaws, they will be defeated, and their lives will be very certain.

However, the battle between them did not last long, and after feeling a wicked maliciousness, the two sides have retreated.

Marquis El Faro, who had been preventing the old mage from attacking the town behind him, laughed, "Look, listen, my masterpiece, the masterpiece of the Bauhinia family, is finally born"

"And at the cost, we will all die"

Unlike the smiling and understated Marquis of El Faro, the old mage looked gloomy and looked at the small town with the two knights.

Over the towering city wall, they have seen part of it, part of it

Because it is so huge