Imperial Crown

Gul'dan, who got two gold coins from Nancy, smiled happily.

But when he left Eagle City, the smile immediately disappeared and he quickened his pace to rush home.

In early spring, the weather became a little cold after noon.

Especially affected by the locust plague, the saplings and tree species had been transplanted and sown not long ago, and there was nothing blocking the ground. The cold wind blew up, and the dust could almost penetrate people's clothes.

The sky gradually accumulated dark clouds, and Gul'dan's mood became more and more heavy, and his steps became faster and faster. Although he was walking, he was much faster than ordinary people running.

When he returned home, the sky was as gloomy as night.

Gul'dan's current home is a common house built of stone and wood. It is not large in area. In addition to the kitchen with a stove, there is only one main house that combines the functions of bedroom, living room, dining room and living room.

Grabbing the porcelain bowl, Gul'dan scooped two bowls of water from the water tank next to him and swallowed them in big gulps. Then he turned around and walked into the main house, heading straight for the cabinet in the corner.

He took out a purse from the gap between the cabinet and the wall and opened it. There was still 1 silver coin and 17 copper coins in it.

After scanning it twice to confirm the number, Gul'dan threw the two newly acquired gold coins in, stuffed the purse into his arms, and went to the bedside, dismantled the bed board, and took out the Hyperion's Hate.

This enchanted weapon won from the competition is about 4 feet long. The scabbard made of animal skin is engraved with vine-like patterns and dotted with fine blue gems. In the center of the scabbard, there are 3 finely polished 3rd-level magic crystals inlaid vertically.

Looking at this sharp sword, Gul'dan sighed and hung it around his waist.

This is the only thing left that belongs to "Gul'dan".

After doing all this, Gul'dan walked out, but just as he stepped through the door, he suddenly thought of something. He was stunned for a moment, a little entangled, and rushed back, opened the cabinet, and took out a pair of rotten leather boots underneath.

Although they are worn out, they can still be sold for one or two silver coins.

Putting the leather boots into his belt backwards, Gul'dan had no more nostalgia, and went west under the cover of the gloomy sky.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, like a sigh in Gul'dan's heart.

He thought that he could live a stable life in Xuefeng Territory as a farmer.

But the goddess of fate refused to let him rest.

The locust plague destroyed Anthony's prestige as the governor, and at this time, the empire was defeated on the front battlefield.

His Majesty the King even issued a call for "full support for this war".

Anthony's power came from the king, and he should have responded actively.

But the fact is that in the next three to five years, or even ten years, the Nord Province will not be able to recover. Even if Anthony tries his best, he will not be able to achieve any results.

Since he cannot provide help, Anthony must ensure that he will not cause any trouble that may displease His Majesty during his next term!

And Gul'dan's own existence represents this possibility.

So he must escape!

A flash of lightning suddenly illuminated the night.

Boom--

The deafening thunder swept across, and the bean-sized raindrops were scattered, from the stars to dense and continuous, as if someone had torn off the bead curtain.

The cold raindrops hit his body, and Gul'dan's steps became bigger and bigger, with a clear purpose.

Long before he decided to hide his identity, he had planned his escape route more than once.

Go west from the Snow Maple Territory to the Mountain Territory, then cross the Gulag Mountains from the Frost Wind Pass and enter the Molinier Province.

In Molinir, he continued to move diagonally southwest until he reached the outskirts of the Ancient Forest, the "Deep Blue City-State" ruled by the Mages Guild, and took a short break.

There, he could initially avoid the Empire's tentacles, become a mercenary, save some money, and then take a boat to the Papal States to completely prevent the Empire from tracking him.

Just as he was daydreaming, there was suddenly a little noise in the noisy rain.

It was the sound of the wind.

Gul'dan's eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly he stepped on the ground and jumped into the air.

The next moment, a scarlet whirlwind passed by the ground, just where Gul'dan had stood before.

Gul'dan fell to the ground, and a puff of water splashed at his feet.

The scarlet whirlwind stopped, revealed its shape, and revealed a male figure.

Under the silver hair that looked like a withered old man was an elegant and handsome, even pretty face, and the sharp teeth protruding from his lips added a dangerous temptation to him.

Swish.

The raised left hand broke a curtain of rain, and the man put his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly: "Vampire Viscount, William von Vladimir, was specially ordered to harvest your head."

The rain was pouring down.

Gul'dan's pupils shrank slightly, he knew that his whereabouts were exposed.

The flame armor on his body ignited, and the martial spirit emerged behind him.

The flames swung out a circle, and wherever it passed, the rain instantly evaporated, and the white mist was hazy, like clouds.

The sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded, and Gul'dan's figure swung through the clouds, and his fist wrapped in green flames slammed into William's throat.

The vampire's mouth curled up a trace of disdain, and his hand was bloody, and he caught the blow steadily with a bang.

"Burst attack, surprise attack, not to fight a protracted war with the vampires, smart."

Blood and flames entangled, William's voice was full of confidence: "But you underestimated me."

"Today I will let you see the difference between the third level ten stars and the third level nine stars!"

The next moment, a pair of bat wings made of blood spread out behind William.

Gul'dan was slightly startled.

He has long heard that vampires are different from humans. There is no distinction between mages and knights. All extraordinary abilities come from blood energy. There is no martial spirit after the third level, but the "blood shadow of the true ancestor" is evoked.

The head, torso, hands, feet, and wings are awakened one by one until they form the "phantom body of the true ancestor."

And awakening the wings at the third level is proof of the inheritance of the upper-level vampires!

After failing to hit the target, Gul'dan pulled away and flew back. Fighting with the vampire was not a good idea.

However, William did not intend to let him go. He chased after him with his wings, and the blood energy adhered to his feet, transforming into the shape of a horse's hoof and stamping on Gul'dan's lower abdomen, kicking the flame armor made of fighting spirit until it cracked, shattered, and torn apart. There is a U-shaped scar printed on the clothes.

Still in the air, Gul'dan bowed like a shrimp.

William took advantage of the victory to pursue, and moved his wings again. The next moment, he appeared in front of Gul'dan, his five fingers turned into claws, bringing out blood, and slashed towards Gul'dan's head.

A ball of fire suddenly rose up and hit William's palm. The severe burning pain made him scream in pain. He flapped his wings and flew over Gul'dan. Even though he used blood flames to extinguish the green flames, the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow still left William with lingering fear.

He suddenly turned around and his eyes suddenly froze: "...animal-like combat method!?"

"How rude!"

At this moment, Gul'dan was lying on his hands and knees, and even the martial spirit behind him changed his appearance. Gul'dan's own image turned into a vicious dog with fierce eyes and molten fire spitting from its mouth.

The process of the rise of the human race is a process of collision and learning from other races.

As the biggest enemy of the human race, the orcs are the best learning subjects for the human race, so this animal-like combat method was born.

However, as time went by, combat skills became the mainstream of human knights, and the animal-like combat methods were gradually eliminated because they could not cooperate with the large army and the posture was too ugly.

But the family with a long history still retains the inheritance of this skill.

Gul'dan's face was as dark as water.

In the past, with his proud character, he would never allow himself to behave in such an ugly manner, so he never showed it in front of others.

But now, he just wants to survive.

Dignity, elegance, and nobility are worthy of talking about only if you can survive!

Pushing his limbs hard on the ground, Gul'dan ran wildly towards William. His posture was no different from that of a hunting dog, except that he was faster and his momentum was as fierce as a tiger.

When William saw this, he pierced his chest with his finger, and blood seeped out and wrapped his fingertips. With a wave of his hand, a few drops of blood flew out.

The blood beads twisted and expanded in mid-air, and suddenly spread out and pierced into the ground. Scarlet chains like hair grew and wrapped around Gul'dan's limbs.

Gul'dan's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly jumped up, his steps moving in mid-air, almost unpredictably.

But as the stinging pain of the U-shaped mark on his lower abdomen came, the chains wrapped around him one after another as if they were conscious, intercepting and wrapping around his limbs on the path he must pass, and tightened suddenly, pressing him into the muddy water with a thud. among.

The chains tightened, drawing tiny drops of blood on his limbs.

There was a smile on William's lips as if he had a winning chance, he raised his finger slightly, and the blood condensed into a sharp sword, and it flew towards Gul'dan's head.

Bang--

A figure broke through the rain curtain, smashing the sword with burning steam.

The speed was so fast that even William couldn't fully react and could only turn slightly sideways.

There was a pop, followed by the sound of cracking bones. William's left arm and half of his body were torn to pieces, blood flowed, and green flames exploded along the wound.

William felt chills all over his body first, and then the searing heat and sharp pain that burned his soul.

He was frightened and angry, but he didn't dare to act in vain, because the flames were too close to the heart, the real vital point of the vampires. He could only use all his blood energy to resist Gul'dan's flames.

But the doubts in his heart blurted out at this moment: "What on earth did you do?"

His magic is still in effect. Why did Gul'dan suddenly appear in front of him?

Gul'dan threw away William's arm and slowly stood up straight. Only then did William realize that Gul'dan's body seemed to have shrunk several times.

As Gul'dan breathed gently, the things that were originally tied to the ground turned into streams of fire and rushed into Gul'dan's body, allowing his body to gradually return to normal.

The head of the martial spirit dog behind him was ferocious, and on the shoulders of the evil dog, two lumps of fleshy bulges appeared.

"Cerberus!?" William looked horrified: "This is not a beast-like combat method, but the true secret of the dog clan!"

Cerberus, the legendary evil dog guarding the portal to hell, was bound by ninety-nine chains. However, according to legend, he broke free of the chains three times and escaped from hell, causing harm to the world.

Gul'dan did not respond to William's words, but looked at him deeply, then took steps to continue escaping!

William also felt relieved.

He still has the ability to fight again and has his own trump card, but he is not willing to risk his life for such a thing. Losing an arm now is enough to explain to his superiors.

The rain is getting heavier.

Gul'dan's pocket was filled with water, which was consuming his energy bit by bit.

After turning a corner and coming to a dead forest, Gul'dan suddenly stopped, took off his coat and threw it towards a dead tree nearby.

The darkness that was originally creeping quietly on the ground suddenly rose up like a poisonous snake and tore the clothes into pieces.

The next moment, a woman appeared from the side of the dead tree.

Even judging from the countless eyes of Gul'dan's women, this man is amazing.

The clothes were thin and soaked by the rain, sticking to the body, showing a crystal and full texture, which was even more attractive than being naked.

The low V-neckline showed the arc to the fullest, and the tiny water drops on it flowed into the ravine, making people want to replace it with their own fingers.

"Margaret, wait for Mr. Gul'dan here." The woman spoke, her voice was as crisp as a silver bell, and she had a kind of charm of being experienced in the world: "It seems that William failed."

"Not only is he not good in bed, he is also not good in fighting."

At this point, Margaret chuckled: "But this also proves Gul'dan's strength."

"If you are willing to be my pet, you can be spared from death."

A trace of anger appeared in Gul'dan's eyes.

Without hesitation, Gul'dan's martial spirit unfolded in an instant, a bulge on Cerberus' shoulder suddenly broke, and a brand new head was born in the surging magma.

Gul'dan stepped on the ground, put his hands together in front of his chest and then separated them, and joined them with the second dog head to make a canine shape. A ball of green fire condensed in it and then burst out!

The fire rushed towards Margaret like a pillar, and the witch had already prepared. She suddenly stopped the wooden stick in her hand, and black air rose up from the ground, rushing to block the path of the fire pillar.

However, in front of this fire pillar, the black air was like weeds, unable to block it at all, and was shredded.

The fire rushed in her face, and the rain on Margaret's body was evaporated, but she also completed the chanting of the spell, and the three layers of white bones built a solid wall rising from the ground.

Boom——

The first bone wall was pierced in an instant, the second bone wall resisted for a moment and broke, and the third bone wall barely blocked it, but it had been roasted red and cracked like dry earth.

The next moment, the bone wall was broken, and Gul'dan's fist wrapped in green flames came to Margaret!

Margaret's forehead was covered with cold sweat. She didn't expect that Gul'dan would still have such abundant fighting spirit and such high fighting spirit after the battle with William.

No, perhaps it was because of defeating William that Gul'dan was so brave!

The wind pressure brought by the fist tore open the clothes, revealing the white body as white as milk. Margaret suddenly opened her mouth, and every inch of her skin flowed with thick black air, turning into a group of crows and swooping towards Gul'dan.

At the same time, several black tentacles rolled up Margaret's waist and pulled her backwards.

The crows were burned into pieces of feathers, and Gul'dan's figure appeared, and then he immediately continued to chase without stopping.

He knew that the other party had set up the venue here, but he had to go deep, because facing a spellcaster, only by getting close to her body could he have a chance of winning!

Margaret was surprised at Gul'dan's decisiveness. This was not the mindset of a young man, but his movements were not chaotic at all.

Just as Gul'dan guessed, this forest had been arranged by her in advance. It could be said that it was completely her home field.

While muttering something, black tentacles kept coming out from the soil and dead trees, pulling her body, changing angles and directions at a speed of flying.

Margaret did not let the black tentacles on the ground entangle Gul'dan because she had recognized the secret method used by Gul'dan. Cerberus, a martial spirit form, had three heads and three different combat skills.

In addition to the pillar of fire, there was also a way to get rid of the bondage.

At present, there was no need to entangle Gul'dan. He chased tirelessly, but he was always one step slower!

Another spell was completed, and an illusory undead woman appeared in front of Margaret, with pale fish-like eyes rolling up, and black lips without teeth opened, and she screamed suddenly.

The shock wave swept across, shaking the rain into mist. Gul'dan felt that his internal organs were shaking, his soul was scattered, and blood flowed from the corners of his eyes and lips.

The fighting spirit on his body shook for a while, and his martial spirit was faintly on the verge of collapse.

But his eyes became more and more determined.

After several rounds of fighting, he already knew that this was a witch. If he couldn't kill her here, then even if he went to the ends of the earth, he couldn't escape the pursuit of this weird creature!

At this moment, a group of crows flew over. Gul'dan was shaken by the howl of the banshee and his soul was too late to mobilize his fighting spirit. He could only turn his body to avoid it, but he was still brushed by several crows.

What puzzled him was that this round of attack did not hurt him.

"I like your eyes." Margaret glanced at Gul'dan's waist, and the Hate of Hyperion shone with cold light in the rain.

A crow flew back to Margaret's shoulder and spit out a ball of blood.

Swallowing this bit of blood, Margaret's figure was pulled by the black tentacles and disappeared among the dead trees, leaving only the voice echoing: "But you are destined to die here."

As a witch, she has many ways to kill her opponents, and Gul'dan's abundant blood and strong will are a fatal temptation to her.

But she didn't dare to take the risk of approaching Gul'dan, because he still had the Hate of Hyperion on his waist. Margaret had never seen the weapon unsheathed, and didn't know what kind of power it had.

So, to be safe, she would rather destroy Gul'dan with a curse.

That drop of blood was wrapped and decomposed by the energy in her body, locking Gul'dan's soul in the dark.

Margaret took out a dagger and spit out a ball of black gas from her mouth, condensing into a two-inch-sized little man, with eyebrows and eyes vaguely resembling Gul'dan, but before she could stab the dagger into it, she was suddenly blown away by a huge force.

What lifted her up was a wave of pure green fire, and one after another, like ripples on the surface of a lake!

The dead wood was broken and burned into ashes all over the sky, and then scattered in the rain into black mud with scorching temperature and fell down.

A beast was stepping on the fire, as big as a buffalo, with three dog heads burning with flames, which were hideous and terrifying, and the circles of flames were stirring from its feet.

I was fooled!

Margaret felt a sense of regret in her heart.

This is Cerberus's third combat skill, the Siege of Hell. It is powerful and has a wide range of influence, but it also requires a long time to charge.

Gul'dan seemed to be pressing forward step by step, wanting to kill her with the hatred of Hyperion, but in fact he just wanted to force her back and leave a gap for brewing the siege of hell.

"Why!? How did you do it!?"

Margaret roared in disbelief, because she couldn't figure out how Gul'dan determined his position, knowing that this dead forest was a hundred hectares!

There was only silence in response to her.

In fact, with the speed of Cerberus's martial spirit, Gul'dan could have approached Margaret.

The reason why he didn't do so was because he knew that the witch had more than one life. If he couldn't construct a deadly situation, approaching and injuring her rashly would only make her wary and more difficult to deal with.

According to Gul'dan's judgment, even if this place was constructed as a home court, the range of the black tentacles would definitely have its limit.

That's why Gul'dan chased the witch for a long time, even at the cost of resisting a third-level magic, just to determine this limit.

He kept observing silently and finally circled the approximate range.

Of course, this was a gambling thing, but fortunately, he made the right bet.

"Roar——"

The three-headed hellhound flew into the air, pressed Margaret's limbs to the ground, and then bit her throat fiercely.

It was a fatal blow, but there was no wound left. A straw man appeared on her shoulder and burned violently!

Margaret panicked as never before: "Save my life, I, I can let you go, I can swear, swear on my soul, as long as you can save my life!"

But Gul'dan did not stop, Cerberus' three sharp mouths spewed flames, covering Margaret.

The second straw man and the third straw man were burned one after another.

There was no fourth one.

Cerberus' left head bit Margaret's throat, which was Gul'dan's palm, and then the palm exerted force, the flames spewed, and the head was twisted off with a click, and then thrown high into the air!

The head fell into the puddle with its eyes wide open, and its beautiful face was burned to charcoal.

The black curse power drifted from the witch's body.

Gul'dan stood up, and the shadow of Cerberus behind him almost disintegrated and disappeared.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and continued to run westward without caring about the witch's body!

A few minutes later.

William's figure rushed to the dead forest. The wounds on his body had begun to close, but he could still see his heart beating vigorously inside.

The silent environment gave him a very bad premonition, and he couldn't help shouting: "Margaret——!"

But the sound soon dissipated in the rain.

Crack.

Lightning broke through the night sky, illuminating the dark dead forest and the body buried in the black mud.

William's heartbeat stopped for a few seconds.

He swallowed his saliva and walked carefully to the side of the body, with a trace of confusion in his eyes, and then there was intense pain.

He knelt on the ground and used his only remaining right hand to peel off the mud on the corpse. The skin was still white, but it had lost the vitality of a living being.

Although there was no head, William still recognized her identity.

Gently holding her in his arms, William's cheeks began to twitch. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

William had been alone for hundreds of years and slept for hundreds of years. After waking up, only Margaret spent the longest time with him.

There was more than just physical harmony between him and Margaret.

The same long life gave them endless topics to talk about, about the customs of various places, about history, about philosophy...

They once conspired and imagined life after gaining freedom, and even began to explore whether witches and blood races could naturally give birth to offspring.

But now, the once close people have become a cold corpse.

"Hah..." William's throat was filled with meaningless noises, and then he looked up to the sky and roared: "Ah!!!!"

The sound was annihilated in the thunder.

Gul'dan was still running under the same thunder.

Ahead was the Broken Wing Pass, through which they would enter the territory of the Mountain Territory.

The pass was opened hundreds of years ago and was so narrow that only one carriage could pass through.

Gul'dan slowed down his pace.

Because he saw that the pass had been blocked, and the man was wearing a set of armor that flashed with magical light, and his appearance was very familiar to him.

The man slowly stood up, looking down, blocking Gul'dan's last way out:

"You are here after all."

Gul'dan took a deep breath and grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist. Although he did not introduce his identity, Gul'dan had already recognized him.

Eric Dyson, Raven's sword.

Surprisingly, Gul'dan was not angry, nor was he surprised.

This was Raven's territory after all.

And even if Raven didn't do it, other nobles would not let him go.

But he was not ready to surrender, and no one could stop him from pursuing his life.

The pure blue flame fighting spirit was burning. This was the third time he showed his martial spirit today, not in the form of a three-headed hellhound, but still in his own appearance.

"I didn't expect you to get here." Eric took off the long sword from his waist and held it in his hand: "I have to admit now that you are a worthy opponent."

As Raven's sword, Eric never thought about why the lord made such a decision. He didn't understand the complicated politics.

He only knew that he had to leave Gul'dan's life here.

It's not about right or wrong, only about position.

"Last time at the competition, we couldn't tell the winner."

The silver-colored steel fighting spirit flowed out, weaving a martial spirit true body behind him. Eric raised the long sword and pointed it at Gul'dan.

"This time, let's fight to the death!"

Almost at the same time, the two men moved.

Eric stepped on the ground with both feet, exploding a ball of rolling mud, and the long sword in his hand wrapped in silver-colored fighting spirit slashed across Gul'dan's chest and abdomen!

And Gul'dan finally grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

After two consecutive battles, his fighting spirit was weakened to the limit, and he could no longer use Cerberus's transformation, but his fighting spirit and his spirit had reached the peak at this moment!

Zhen——

On the scabbard, a magic crystal lit up.

Hyberon's hatred finally came out of the scabbard.

When this enchanted long sword came out of the scabbard, it had an inexplicable sticky feeling, as if the scabbard was filled with glue, and strands of magic filaments attached to it as the blade was pulled out of the spider web, condensing into complex patterns.

The blade came out of the scabbard and collided with Eric's long sword.

The blue flames burned the silver-colored Dou Qi, and the aftermath of the collision brought a loud explosion, and countless raindrops flew backwards and scattered, creating a rainless vacuum.

The next moment, a strong wind suddenly rose, churning up the mud on the ground and even pulling up dead trees.

Eric was surprised to see that the second-level enchanted long sword in his hand began to have cracks like crystal shattering. Even if the steel Dou Qi was constantly infused, it was still irreversible and finally exploded.

Gul'dan's mouth pulled up a trace of wild killing intent, and Hyperion's hatred took advantage of the situation and cut into Eric's chest fiercely!

"Go--" Eric cried out in pain, and the steel Dou Qi pulled the broken blade and pierced Gul'dan's body!

Gul'dan reluctantly raised his foot and kicked Eric's lower abdomen, Eric raised his knee to respond, and then both flew back.

Eric choked and coughed up a mouthful of blood. Although he was surprised by the sharpness of Hyperion's hatred, he did not hesitate at all. He bent his fingers into claws and squeezed them hard. He squeezed the half of the long sword in his hand into a ball like mud, and then melted it into liquid and threw it out.

The storm condensed by steel swept over at this moment!

Gul'dan pursed his lips tightly, knowing that Eric had chosen the most correct way to fight. He had no armor on him now. Once he was involved, he would be dead.

But Gul'dan did not panic. He put the sword back into the sheath and drew it again.

This time, the scabbard was lit with the light of two magic crystals.

The sharp sword was unsheathed, and the blade had an inch of pure blue flame light like a real entity, as dazzling as if it had just been forged in the fire.

Gul'dan raised it high and cut it down on the head.

It rushed into the steel storm like a real flaming sword blade, and the sound of intensive friction that made people's teeth ache came. The steel storm instantly turned into fire color, burned up, and turned into a rain of iron.

The remaining force of the flaming blade did not decrease, and it crashed into Eric's arms, knocking him back up, drawing an arc, and fell to the other side of the mountain pass with a bang.

Eric stood up, and a smooth cut appeared on the chest armor that had just been repaired by Dou Qi. The edge of the cut, the armor itself was about to melt, and a burnt smell spread.

Hyperion's hatred is worthy of being a master's work. The first time it was unsheathed, it had the power of an ordinary third-level enchanted weapon; the second time it was unsheathed, it had the power of a third-level four-star; if it was the third time...

His throat moved, and Eric swallowed a mouthful of saliva, ignoring the burning pain in his chest that was almost dried up, and no longer thinking about these meaningless trivial matters.

He is Raven's sword, the sword of the Griffith family. There is only one purpose for appearing here today, that is, to cut off Gul'dan's head!

And he was indeed well prepared.

Iron fighting spirit spread, a buzzing sound rang out, and the two large wooden boxes that were originally placed next to them exploded together, and the broken enchanted weapons flew into the air one by one, forming a circle like a ribbon.

Deadly circle.

These weapons came from the collection of the necromancer Impir, and they were of little effect when used elsewhere, but here, they were just right!

Gul'dan's right hand was already red and swollen, and the blood vessels could not withstand the impact of drawing the sword twice, and they broke one after another, making his arm purple and blue, and even more painful.

But he still held the long sword that was sheathed tightly.

He knew that this would be the last difficulty he faced.

Eric's figure appeared at the mountain pass, and the ribbons in the sky whistled down with the sound of metal collision.

Gul'dan roared and held the hilt of the sword. On the scabbard, three magic crystals shone together, and then broke one after another, and the flesh on his arm burst, and blood spurted out.

But he still pulled out the sword, the light from the sword's spine reflected his somewhat ferocious face, and then he slashed towards the sky!

The pure cyan flames turned into a giant net and flew out of his hand, covering Gul'dan.

The scorching dryness dried up the originally wet earth, and the raindrops in the air evaporated instantly, condensed and fell when they were cold, and then ignited by the flames!

Under Eric's control, enchanted weapons fell one after another, but they could not break through the flaming sword net, and they all turned into molten iron.

Eric's pupils shrank - Gul'dan's attack was already the limit that the third level could achieve!

At this moment, Eric clearly realized that if he could not break through the fire net, then Gul'dan's momentum would no longer be restrained.

He was not afraid of failure, but he could not disappoint Lord Raven's expectations.

The steel streamers were about to run out, and Eric suddenly raised his shield, jumped high, and took the initiative to rush towards the cyan fire net!

As soon as they came into contact, the flames wrapped around Eric's body, burning his armor red, and Eric couldn't help but let out a miserable howl under the scorched skin and flesh.

But the fighting spirit did not collapse because of this contact.

A silver light flashed on the shield.

Gul'dan's eyes flashed with surprise. He recognized that this was the first-level combat skill, the Mirror Shield, Eric's most skilled combat skill, but he had never thought that this combat skill dedicated to defense could be used for attack!

The shield was broken, and the steel fighting spirit fed back by the Mirror Shield gushed out, blasting a hole in the already consumed fire net.

Eric stretched out his right hand, and a rusty spear fell into his hand, and then fell from the sky like a comet!

Gul'dan had no time to sheath his sword again, so he could only hold his sword to meet it.

Ding——

The violent impact lifted a large area of ​​land under Gul'dan's feet. The already rusty enchanted spear broke into several pieces in the collision, and Hyperion's hatred finally reached its limit. It twisted into an iron bar and flew out with a sound that made people's teeth ache.

Gul'dan knelt on the ground with a thud, and there was a clear sound of bones breaking. With the remaining strength, he rolled back all the way, pulling a deep groove on the ground, knocking over two dead trees, and finally stopped.

Eric stepped on the muddy water and approached step by step.

That was tantamount to the death knell ringing in Gul'dan's ears.

His fighting spirit was exhausted, his knees were broken, and he was unarmed.

Gul'dan knew that he was going to die...

Fear, regret, unwillingness, all kinds of negative emotions exploded in his heart. Gul'dan opened his mouth and breathed the last air. He wanted to maintain the elegance of a noble, but his spirit inevitably collapsed.

The fire net completely collapsed at this moment, and the flames fell to the ground and ignited the dead trees.

There were flames everywhere.

This scene reminded Gul'dan of the day when Fox Castle was destroyed.

At that time, he rode a horned hippogryph and was only concerned with escaping, but after that, this scene would often return to his dreams.

It also reminded him of the voice that had been echoing in his ears but he had never heard or deliberately tried not to hear.

That was the last words Montreal shouted out with his last strength.

Don't look back.

"Don't look back... Don't look back... Don't look back... Don't look back... Don't look back... Don't look back..."

Gul'dan kept repeating this sentence, but his stiff neck began to twist uncontrollably, looking in the direction he came from.

That was the direction of Eagle City, the direction of Nancy, and also...

The direction of Foxburg.

As the sound of breaking through the air came, Gul'dan suddenly felt that his body became very light, very light.

His vision rotated and rose, but his eyes refused to move away, and his lips whispered:

"Don't look back..."

But, father, I can't do it

I can't do it!

...