Demon Lord

After giving up some hopes, the tension in my heart was much less.

Sally lowered her eyes, and followed the pagan team all the way for a long time.

Not long after, the team marched to a small town in the east of Efta. Bishop Karl looked around and after confirming that there was no danger, he led the team to a simple restaurant for dinner.

Half an hour later, change to a fast horse and leave on the east side of the town. Now the other party has not found us, which means that they basically can't find us.

Sally could clearly hear the conversation between Carl and his deputy, but she dared to make any unnecessary movements at this moment. Feeling the instructions in her mind, Sally sat on the outermost wooden bench with an indifferent face. When she picked up the black bread, her slightly raised gaze suddenly froze.

Beside the street, Rody, carrying a shortbow and battle ax, was walking slowly.

Sally's heart beat faster in an instant. She never thought about such a coincidence, but at this moment Rody was actually ten meters in front of her, and Sally would never admit it!

Her movements paused, and then she glanced slightly at her side: Karl was explaining the matter of the horses to the adjutant, while the other guards beside him were buried in their meals.

Turning her eyes, Sally turned her head to look at Rody, and the two eyes met instantly - Rody's vigilant and sharp eyes swept across, and briefly stayed on Sally's face for half a second...

This half a second wasn't even enough for Sally to make any hints with her mouth movements. She just saw Rody glance at herself, then looked away expressionlessly, and looked elsewhere.

what happened?

Sally was puzzled, and then immediately realized where the problem was: her appearance and dress had been changed by Karl, not to mention Rody, I'm afraid even her father couldn't recognize her in front of her!

The shape of the face changed, the color of the hair changed, Carl even applied a layer of dark oil on the bare skin of her arms and ankles in order to completely disguise... Carl did everything seamlessly, and didn't let Sally show any flaws at all.

Rody walked forward anxiously - until the moment Sally passed him by, she could even clearly see the sweat on Rody's face and the hilt of the sword in his hand.

She took a deep breath, and the distance between the two was so close that it was unimaginable that Sally could even grab the corner of his clothes just by reaching out her hand--

However, she finally closed her eyes, bowed her head, and once again gave up the opportunity.

If the reason for giving up for the first time also included taste and anger,

Then the giving up at this time was entirely because of Sally's deepest feelings for him...

And the miss at this time may mean the miss for a lifetime.

Roddy suddenly disappeared at the corner of the street, and the pagan team that had finished their meal soon bought horses in the corner of the town, changed into adventurer costumes, and set foot on the way to leave.

Sally pursed her lips and numbly followed the team.

*****

die!

The blade of the sword slashed down vertically, and the pounced ghoul was cut in two on the spot, and dirty black blood splashed on his cheeks, but Angmar had no time to wipe it off. He took two steps forward, smashed the chest of a skeleton with the hilt of his sword, kicked the opponent flying, then turned around and shouted at the soldiers behind him: Rush up! Stop him no matter how much you pay!

The Duke led the soldiers to fight bloody battles in the square, but Wembsk in front ignored him, and the flesh puppets violently attacked the shield in front with both hands, trying to forcibly open the blocked exit--the soldiers had no way to face such a monster. They didn't have much ability to resist, and they were delaying time almost entirely by their lives. If Wellington and Titus hadn't rejoined the battle group under the treatment of Akasha's holy light, the opponent would have already broken through the line of defense!

The Duke of Angmar's strength increased greatly after taking the potion, but this way of overdrawing his life caused his physical strength to be exhausted extremely quickly. He only felt that the long sword in his palm became extremely heavy after killing seven or eight ghouls...

Can't...can't just give up...

Trying to calm down his disordered breathing, Angmar looked at the monster raging in the crowd, and wanted to rush up to stop it together, but then his eyes narrowed slightly, and he locked on a wooden building not far away.

He took a deep breath, clenched his long sword and rushed forward. With the help of the guards on both sides, Angmar quickly came to the wooden house. After breaking the latch with a sword, he opened the door and walked in.

There were two shivering civilians in the dark room. Angmar wiped his blood-stained cheeks and said in a low voice, Block the door and don't let anyone in or out.

After speaking, he climbed up the stairs, rushed to the second floor, opened the door to the balcony, and looked at the chaotic square--

A strong smell of blood filled the air, and the city square at this time was completely reduced to a slaughterhouse: running ghouls were frantically attacking civilians who hadn't fled yet, and three scattered cavalry teams were attacking these undead creatures in turn.

The surrounding exits were blocked by a large number of shield-bearing soldiers, and the area where Wembsk was located became the battle center of the entire square, and Angmar's position at this time was exactly on the opponent's advancing route...

The Duke's face was already as pale as paper at this time, because the use of Battle Qi overwhelmed his body, and the effect of the potion had gradually begun to fade... But he didn't stop his movements, looking around, Angmar pushed away the messy The wooden racks and bottles and cans were cleared out a path.

Boom!

Not far away, the fist of the flesh puppet smashed a big hole in the stone wall. Wellington and Titus couldn't get close because of his violent attack. After batches of infantrymen were swept away, Wembske jumped up suddenly, leaping over seven or eight soldiers in an instant, and when he landed with a boom, he stepped on the barricades that had just been piled up by soldiers...

He stretched out his hand and picked up a thick wooden stake, crackling and swept away all the soldiers in front of him, tearing a huge gap in the defense line, and then raised his arms and was about to rush out a bloody path, but just as he ran When he took three steps, a figure leaped out from the building next to him--

The Duke of Angmar sprinted out from the balcony on the second floor, holding a long sword and threw himself at Wembsk from the side!

puff!

All the fighting spirit was condensed on the blade, and Angmar slashed across with the long sword in his hand, cutting off Wembsk's head at the moment when he had no time to dodge...

Patter.

The head of the flesh and blood puppet fell to the ground, and immediately became a pool of rotten meat because it was not supported by the power of the dead.

On the other side, Duke Angmar staggered and fell to the ground.

This fatal blow exhausted almost all of his strength, the Duke's hair quickly turned gray gray, and the muscles of his body shrank... The feeling of passing life was extremely painful, he took a deep breath, and then tried to raise his head, Holding the long sword tightly, he looked at the enemy in front of him.

But the flesh and blood puppet did not fall down.

Having lost its head, it took two steps back, and then stretched out its hands to support the buildings on both sides. After pausing for a few seconds, a face belonging to Wembske himself appeared on his chest—his ferocious look Looking at the human beings in front of him, he shouted: Die! You humble scum!

Wembske raised his hands, and the ghouls and skeletons in the entire square began to rush in his direction, following him and rushing towards the exit.

But Angmar, who stood in front of them, stood up slowly with his sword in both hands.

Your time has passed, fragile humans...

Wembsk reached out and grabbed Angmar's neck, and lifted him up easily.

Wellington, Titus, and Akasha all saw this scene. They frantically wanted to rush over to support them, but they were trapped more than 20 meters away because of the surrounding ghouls. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't move forward .

However, the Duke who was pinched by the enemy did not show any weakness at all. He raised his hand and stabbed the long sword into the opponent's arm, then drew out the short dagger and threw it at Wembsk's cheek--

Ah! Damn it...

The most important thing about a puppet is the central core. The core of the flesh puppet is Wen Buske himself. Originally, he was protected by layers of flesh and blood, but because of the loss of his head, he had no choice but to show his face to continue manipulating. puppet…

However, this became his only flaw.

The short dagger was twirled and inserted above his left eye. Wembsk roared in pain, let go of Angmar and drew the dagger, but when he opened his eyes again, he saw the old man holding on The body rushed straight towards him--

Angmar's body was like a withered branch at this time, but the momentum of this leap was stronger than that of him at his peak.

The last trace of fighting spirit poured into the mutated spar in his hand, Angmar stretched out his arm, and pressed it into Wembsk's mouth.

This is Houlier City... Angmar was grabbed again by the other party's palm, but he stopped struggling, and instead showed a smile on his old face again, With me here, where is it your turn to act wild?

In the next second, the incandescent light swallowed everything.

*****

Thirty kilometers away, Sally on horseback was suddenly disturbed by the throbbing in her heart.

She blinked slowly, looked at the monotonous forest path in front of her and Bishop Karl in front of her, and then slowly lowered her head.

Rody is destined to never find himself again, so what should he do next?

She could feel the strength of Bishop Karl's thinking - if the other party oppressed her with mental power, she might not even have room to resist under the severe headache, let alone escape in this forest...

But where are they taking themselves?

My lord, there seems to be something wrong with the road ahead.

Take four people to check. The rest of the team should rest.

Karl looked around and found that the middle of the road was blocked by a few broken tree trunks, so he waved his hand and gave the order, then got off his horse.

Looking at Sally, Karl looked away after confirming that she was still obedient, and went to rest by himself.

Where's Crowe?

My lord, he said he's going to have a pee and he'll be right back.

oh.

The conversation between the two was still clearly heard more than ten meters away, but the pagan named Crow had his throat slit and fell to the ground without a sound. ()