The Legend of Fatality

Altecius took a risk and quickly looked up at the surroundings. Long Ju pounced on the throat of an assassin, her jaw was soaked in blood. Most humans on the street escaped, but some mercenaries and dark elves fought side by side. Artquis narrowed his eyes. He secretly vowed that they would pay for their stupidity.

Elf elite swordsmen are fighting any dark elf assassins who try to break the cordon. They are very calm, but the number of attackers is amazing. More people ran out of the shadows. The Dark Elves, together with their human allies, have more people than the entourage of Archmage Antares. Artquis knew that the delegation of the high elves needed to retreat.

Altequis' thought was interrupted by a new attack. He slammed the opponent's armor with an axe first, then crouched down and slammed the gap in the armor with a curved short sword. Then Longju rushed out from behind him and jumped to the chest of the dark elf warrior. With a fierce roar, the dragon horse quickly overwhelmed the slender figure of the dark elf, and they fell back to the ground.

Alterquez turned and punched the armor of the second warrior with an axe, and then cut his neck with a dagger. The headless body of the dark elf collapsed on the stone. Longju killed the dark elf himself, shaking his broken body wantonly.

Around Artquis, elite swordsmen of the high elves moved forward, fighting with the dark elf attackers. Their efficiency is terribly high, but the number is far behind the enemy. Artquis stepped back, leaning her head towards Antares.

"Madam, we must retreat!" He shouted in the chaotic battle. "You are not safe here."

Antares nodded quickly. She looked calm and focused.

"Okay," she said. "Do what you should do."

Altecius shouted to the elf swordsmen in the noise of battle. The retreat plan was carefully elaborated before. Everyone knows that there is a small street not far in front, which leads directly to the embassy. When all this has subsided, the emperor's unpunctual behavior of the messenger group can be fully troubled. But the primary task now is to keep the Archmage away from danger.

As soon as the retreat signal was sent, the swordsmen acted quickly. The dark elf who attacked the ambassador was repulsed by a well executed counterattack. Half of the guards stayed in the cordon to stop them. The rest hurriedly escorted the Archmage aside, forming a complete circle around her. Artecus followed them, violently shoving any human beings who inadvertently broke into his path, whether they were allies or others. After the entourage got rid of the attackers, they hurried back to the embassy along the side street. Longju strode to them, his face covered with blood.

Artecus glanced back secretly. Judging from what he could recognize, the remaining elf warriors seemed to be successfully nailing the dark elves behind them. No one broke through to chase them. Only a few of Captain Tolstoy ’s human army remained in his ranks, and his face looked shocked. There was no one on the street. They are free and away from danger.

They turned a corner. A barrier made of gravel, logs and garbage traverses their path. It is more than eight feet tall. It must have been erected the night before. They have fallen into a dead end.

"Retreat!" Artquis called, but it was too late. In the buildings on either side of them, a string of crossbow arrows roared into this small space. The imperial army collapsed to the ground, painfully grabbing the arrow that was shot into the body. The swordsmen's blades flashed and arrows were cut from the air. An elite swordsman jumped in front of Antares in the last second, blocking two arrows originally intended for her. These actions may have saved her life, but they couldn't stop every arrow from finding a target. With a painful cry, the Archmage stumbled to one knee and stabbed one side of her body with a black feathered arrow.

The swordsmen quickly dragged her back to the barrier, and the survivors of the entourage hurriedly came over from their way. There is no doubt that Artquis knew that their movement would be restricted. As they tried to retreat, a new team of dark elf warriors appeared across the narrow street, blocking the way back to the main road.

They quickly set up on the street to fight. Seeing the chaos on the side of the high elves, they rushed over to greet them, their blades gleaming under dim street lights.

Altequis quickly evaluated the situation. Their only hope is to fight the dark elf warriors on the street. If they try to cross the barrier, the crossbowmen hidden in the surrounding houses will wipe them out. Along with the cry of anger and hatred, Artquis jumped into the upcoming Dark Elf Assassin, sweeping everything in front of him with his axe.

Next to him, the dragon was jumping forward, huge claws raging on the faces of the soldiers in front of her. If they have any advantage, it is the emergence of Dragon Horse ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Few people can resist such a beast. She tore through their ranks and slammed their ranks with her great power.

The elite elite swordsmen who survived reorganized their defenses. No matter where the dark elf wanted to break in front of Antares, there was a gleaming, rotating blade barrier blocking them. The dark elf assassins came forward again and again, and their dancing poison swords withstood the impact of the powerful high-precision elf swordsmen. The battle is cruel and merciless. The dark elves now have more people than them, but the advanced elf swordsmen fight with a desperate ferocity.

Altequis is the core character of the battle. He directly dealt with the two assassins, and before she could put the weapon in place, he stabbed heavily at one of them and punched the other with a punch. Under his helmet, the second dark elf stumbled back from the blow. Artecus turned around and made a lightning fast attack with the first assassin. She was forced to back away. At the end of the battle, Artquiz's axe swung fiercely, cutting off her arm holding the sword.

The battle in all directions was fierce. More dark elves are coming-where did they come from? The Dragon Horse is in the deepest part of the battlefield, and the dark elf has no effective method for her huge body and brutal behavior.

There are several bloodstains on her waist, where the weapon was cut, but her scales are thick, and such slight scratches hardly bother her. When Artquis saw her pressing on a dark elf warrior in armor, tearing his throat, shaking the body wildly, and then throwing it to the ground, he continued to walk to the next attacker. A cold smile appeared.