Fang Zhu nodded slightly.

"I deserve to be the chosen one."

While he was saying this, Fang Yu suddenly saw some change in the guardian. His armor seemed to have turned into black fog and was rising up. In the black fog, the other party's body was gradually fading, turning into white light, dissipating in the air.

Almost everyone on the entire battlefield noticed this eye-catching scene. The gray knights turned their heads, with a flash of surprise in their eyes, but the next moment, they seemed to have received some command, and they resolutely raised the sword in their hands and pushed their necks forward.

A bloody light suddenly appeared, and the gray knights who had lost their vitality fell to the ground one after another, and their bodies gradually flashed with white light. In an instant, the entire battlefield seemed to be covered with white light.

Everyone watched the scene in shock.

But Bud Heiyu, who was only half of his body, was almost empty, was calm and calm. He looked at Fang Yu quietly and said in a flashing white light:

"Young man, we have the next round."

Fang Yu looked at this scene with a quiet expression.

He understood what the other party meant. It only took fifteen minutes to resurrect from the altar. The other party could return to his main camp and gather troops again.

But he sighed, did not answer, but shook his head and turned around. The bodies of Bud Black Feather and the group of suicide gray knights finally disappeared, but he did not go to see this scene, nor even look at the people coming up, nor the news that rolled like a waterfall above the community.

He only looked up at the night sky, silently stared at the clouds there, then lowered his head, took off his control gloves, and threw them into the snow. The silver gloves gradually melted in the snow, turned into information flow, and entered the crystal.

The mountains in the distance stand alone in the darkness, like the shadow of a dragon's wings-

...

Feimoen-Grey Flame looked at the dwarf in front of him gloomy, raised the sword in his hand, and pointed at the other party's throat.

The forest was already quiet, and all the soldiers were buried in this snow field. The commander of the only remaining White Rhino Adventure Group, the dwarf, was lying on the ground with blood, laughing: "What a bunch of waste, several times our troops, was blocked by me for more than an hour. Could you be scared by our phantom in the forest, thinking that it was our reserve team?"

His small, bean-like eyes showed a teasing look, and a strong nasal sound came from his big nose, and he sneered: "It turns out that the Crow Claw Temple also has times of fear, but I guess you should think carefully about how to explain the outcome of this battle to your guardian master?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill in his throat and a stinging pain came from there. The dwarf opened his mouth wide and stared at the distorted expression on the other person's face. It was a look of resentment and rage. He pulled the corner of his mouth, smiled with satisfaction, and then his vision suddenly darkened.

Fei Moen pulled out the bloody sword from the dwarf's throat. He raised his head and looked at the quiet forest. The communication had been restored, but the guardian was still silent. He knew in his heart what mistake he had made.

His heart was cold and angry. Since he wanted to burn everything to ashes, he had experienced countless battles of all sizes, but he had never been so depressed. He clenched his fists, and all this was blamed for the incompetence of the combat craftsmen. If it weren't for them, how could he be so passive?

He pinched his hand armor and couldn't help but grit his teeth and said, "This time we're going to have a good fortune, which made us suffer a secret loss. But as soon as the sky dawn we launched an attack to see what tricks these people can play under the city of Gray Owl!"

But before he finished speaking, a golden flame suddenly flashed from the distant horizon. The fire that soared into the sky lit up the night sky from behind the mountains and forests.

At that moment, Femoen's blood seemed to solidify, and a chill rose under his feet, which made him shiver.

...

Surrounded by mountains.

Under the quiet valley, Zhuo Qihua and Yanxin looked at each other, and the burning camp below reflected in both of them.

Behind them were hundreds of rangers, each of whom was covered in blood. He was rubbing his face with his hands, and a gratifying smile appeared on his face. Yan Xin threw the corpse in his hand down, and watched the gray knight roll down from the cliff, he lowered the sword in his hand and sighed silently.

The flames were burned by Bad Black Feathers stored behind three camps, surrounded by mountains, and the Grey Knights thought they were safe for supplies and materials, as well as dozens of siege equipment built here, the Crow Claw Temple.

But now, they all turn into ashes.
Chapter completed!