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The night is getting darker, but tomorrow's life and death are uncertain, and few people can sleep smoothly when they are full of anxiety.

Except for the soldier mage and the priest in charge of healing, everyone temporarily took shelter in the solid stone church tower. Morben wanted to say that he could help the priests take care of the wounded soldiers, but no one agreed that he should go to the front.

Moore's problem is not that he can't use magic. His physical strength is not even comparable to those priests who are ascetic. He is no longer healthy and sharp as before, and no one wants him to force himself.

Moore accepted the result with a normal expression, and hid in the stone tower of the church together with the old, weak, women and children in the hotel.

When the stone gate of the tower was closed, he heard the prayers from behind him, and the prayers of countless people with different tones gathered into a torrent, all praying for the smooth return of the soldiers who went to war.

Moore never believed in God, but at this time, he couldn't help but pray in his heart, hoping that Arthur... hope that the national teacher, Williamson, and all the soldiers in the Knights can return safely.

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In the middle of the night, the rebel army finally made a move.

The knights were almost ready for all defensive raids, but no one thought that the rebels did not launch a surprise attack. They walked straight through the valley and walked towards the hotel.

This move was beyond everyone's expectations, even Arthur was surprised by it.Although the number of the rebel army was several times higher than theirs, it would be extremely difficult for them to capture this place without a surprise attack or a long-term siege due to the advantage of the terrain.

As long as he is a commander with normal command ability, he shouldn't let his soldiers come to his door so stupidly.

The commander of the rebel army here, the lobbyist of the Duke of Salas, is named Norden. He is a knight. Arthur's friend.It's just that the two parted ways later due to disagreements, and gradually lost contact. However, in Arthur's memory, although he had some problems in dealing with people, he had very rich combat experience, and it was absolutely impossible for him to make such a low-level mistake. .

Now he let the soldiers come over openly, that is to say, he already has a back move that will win.

During the short period of consideration, Arthur couldn't think of what his backhand was, but he really didn't have more time to think about it. Williamson had already commanded the archers to launch the first round of attack, and countless rockets slanted towards the sky On the top, perfect arcs were drawn, illuminating most of the sky. The cloudy night was as bright as day. Under the firelight, everyone could clearly see the shadows swarming from distant antennas, and countless wings connected to each other. In pieces, they are so dark that people can't see their original appearance clearly.

Arthur's heartbeat gradually accelerated, and he vaguely guessed what the dark thing was. He had seen this scene many years ago, but he didn't want to admit it, and he didn't want it to come true.

When the second round of rockets was fired, those things had already flown above the rebel army, and by the light of the fire, the archers in the front row had clearly seen the appearance of those things.

"Dragon!" Someone shouted in horror, "It's a dragon!"

To be precise, it was a group of small Wyverns.

During the Battle of Alborg, after Moore manipulated the forbidden technique to kill the huge black dragon, the battlefield seemed to be out of control. In the subsequent battles, although they never saw such a huge and terrifying dragon again, These small biped wyverns kept coming. After several confrontations, Arthur had accumulated a lot of experience against wyverns. Their scales were not as tough as black dragons, and the sharp arrow clusters were enough to hurt them.

However, most of the comrades who fought together in the past have died on the battlefield, and the rest may be scattered, or, like Moore, with a lot of pain, they will never set foot on the battlefield again.Most of the knights were recruits recruited by the kingdom after Aalborg. They had never seen this kind of monster in scale armor that only appeared in word of mouth. Some people screamed and panicked, at a loss, Williamson wanted to comfort They, but it was also the first time he saw a flying dragon, and Arthur even saw a flash of fear in his eyes.

Perhaps Maul's slaying of the dragon and nearly losing his magic made too deep a impression on the minds of the people, who feared the monster was invincible.Arthur took a few steps forward, took the bow/crossbow from a panicked archer, and aimed at an approaching dragon.

The Knights were well trained, Arthur thought, as long as they understood that this monster was not invulnerable.

The bow and arrow shot passed through the neck of the biped wyvern, and the tail of the arrow got stuck in the interlaced scales. The wyvern let out a shrill neigh, and fell from the black cloud with black wings, and the knights were silent. No one spoke, and even the screaming and panicked soldiers had quieted down.

"Look behind us, do you remember the old oath?" Arthur returned the bow and arrow to the archer, his voice was as serious and calm as ever, but it became everyone's comfort at this moment, "You once swore to be a defenseless man and fight."

The army is at hand.

Arthur drew out his saber and held it high, the flame reflected on the blade, creating a dazzling cold light.

"For the kingdom, for His Majesty, and for the people." His tone gradually lowered, turning into a whisper, which gradually became inaudible, "For... my beloved."

The legion broke out with a mountain-collapsing cry, and their morale was excited for a while, but even so, Arthur knew that the current situation was not optimistic. They had never been prepared for an air attack. Such a large number of flying dragons would definitely put them at a disadvantage.

But they can only try their best to stay here, survive this night, and survive until the arrival of reinforcements tomorrow.

The fighting intensified, the ground was covered with dragon corpses, the mages and priests were busy helping the wounded, the soldiers' hands wielding their swords gradually became sore and numb, and flames from dragon breath were everywhere, half of Williamson's eyebrows were burned, and blood was dripping from the side of his face , and could only daub it randomly, and whispered to himself comfortingly: "It's over, it's almost over."

Indeed, the number of flying dragons has dropped sharply, and the opponent has also suffered heavy losses. They seem to be about to usher in victory, and now they are just gritted teeth before the final victory. Arthur cut off the wings of a flying dragon, and suddenly heard someone screaming in panic : "Dragon... Dragon!"

Yes, the overwhelming Wyverns, after so long, haven't they gotten used to it?

But he gradually felt something was wrong.

There was a sharp dragon howl in the air, and he panted heavily and turned his head. A huge black shadow passed by in the air, hot dragon's breath spewed out from its nostrils, and the rough scales were pitch-black, about the size of shields in the hands of knights.

It's a dragon.

Arthur stared at the behemoth in the air in astonishment.

Black dragon.