Mercenaries Under the Sky

The sharp scimitar shocked everyone on the square, and the rebels never thought that they would actually execute all the royal families. In the traditional sense of the desert nation, the chief's family must be the god's chosen family, no matter what mistakes are made. It will not fall into the situation of the Tuzu.

"Do not!"

"why?!"

Quite a few rebellious middle and low-ranking officers shouted in shock.

The rebels did not hear that, at the moment the byte "kill" was sent, two other shorter and deeper commands were issued: "shoot!"

Of course, the forest elves heard orders from Chi Aotian, the highest military chief of the expeditionary army, and Qingluo, the elf elder elder, at the same time. Such a short distance accurately hits the target. How difficult it is.

Boom ... the straight arrows shot out a wave, and disappeared in the scimitar cluster after a while. The short green arrows ignored the physical defense of the camel leather armor of the prisoner. After the head of the armor disappeared, a green and white wave disappeared, and a red and white porridge was pressed out of the skull.

At this critical moment, all elves chose to shoot directly.

"Shameless guy, use your life to wash away the shame of betrayal!" Chi Aotian lifted his knight's gun and stretched straight away from the dragon's wings. He quickly hit the dragon and rushed towards the rebel against the ground. Chi Aotian expects to be able to rescue His Majesty the King in one fell swoop or ... even a senior officer who caught the enemy.

"Lancers, assassination!" In the face of an extremely ugly monster like Lilong, a senior officer and three intermediate officers opposite Chi Aotian almost shouted the same order. Long rifles over four meters high were again lifted out by the infantrymen, and the rows of sharp spearpoints flashed like the starlight in the middle of the night.

It's just that for flying behemoths like dragons, the four-meter-long bayonet is too small. The white bone wings were raised and lowered twice in a row, and the giant beast more than 20 meters long leaped dexterously in the air like a little harrier. Our head pressed down ...

Several unlucky soldiers were pressed hard by the bone dragon on the ground without even humming. The chest cavity, skull, pelvis ... All the formed parts were squeezed into a piece of paper. The bone dragon tail flicked immediately, with a diameter of 20 meters, dozens of soldiers were immediately thrown out, and pieces of human organs were thrown high ...

This dragon is too tall, and the four-meter-long bayonet can't pose any effective threat to it, let alone the knight on the dragon's back. The black-red spear in the bone dragon knight's hand seemed to turn into a black gas, and it became a lot longer! Facing the enemies who could hardly see the sides, Chi Aotian changed his attacking method. During one-handed waving, the black-red spear used a big sword-like hacking trick.

No matter in length or sharpness, the gun-tip of the Xinghan Sword had torn through the air quickly. Wherever the gun-tip went, blood spattered in the air, and the rebels fell one by one ...

"Chong! Defeat the rebels, rescue your majesty, and the fire sacred religion will win!" The eyes of the high priest are quite sharp, and the feeling of the battle situation is no less than that of the senior military officers. The short staff in his hand shook his arm and brought hundreds of fire clothes priests into the chaotic army.

Qingluo's eyes stopped the forest elves who were eager to try. In such a chaotic battle situation, while an excellent officer is required to lead by example and lead the soldiers to disrupt the enemy's formation, it must inevitably have a very good officer to struggle to maintain after the camp The formation is not destroyed. The latter has even greater impact on the entire battle situation. Of course, this must be under the premise of a certain number of arrows.

"Grandma, your life is so good. Why am I just doing this. How hard work is always my thing, it's really unfair." Tayang muttered and waved his pointed hammer to bring the monsters he had just summoned. Also rushed into the battlefield.

The rebels are stuck in a two-sided battle. At this time, if you want to defend the city, you must mobilize a large number of soldiers from here to fight. If you want to kill the enemies in the square in one fell swoop, even if you ca n’t concentrate more troops, at least you need to integrate all the soldiers in the square, otherwise, the Zoroastrians, who rely on the fire temple for thousands of years, may be able to stick to the reinforcements. Break into the city.

"Shoo! Shoot, shoot them!" Two middle-ranking officers of the rebels entered the phalanx with their own archer camp.

Nearly a thousand archers continuously fired earthy yellow feathers, and Chi Aotian, who rushed to the front, just entered the archer's close range, but did not suffer any harm, and the priests who followed followed had a lot less luck. The first few sacrifices were shot as red hedgehogs.

To get away from the dragon, he immediately hung in the air, and the giant wing continuously vibrated, rushing towards the new army archer battalion. There was no suspense, a series of blood spattered immediately, but, I do n’t know why, after the gunpoint was contaminated with blood, it quietly released a layer of black mist.

"Quick, concentrate on hunting this hawk. Even with such an evil dragon beast, this person must be more terrible than the black robe priest. Everyone sings the magic of the sacred system, and the demon guards!" A few high-level priests don't know These few words found Chi Aotian's dead spot.

Dozens of chants rang simultaneously over the square. Large tracts of holy light shone like a snowstorm, and golden spells flashed in the light. Words, moonlight, blessings, exorcism ...

Chi Aotian has eaten the pain of divine magic. Although these magics will not cause huge damage in a short time like natural magic, they have a binding effect on the undead in the world of death, and they will even be continuously away from the dragon. The attack was nailed to the spot. As a last resort, Chi Aotian urged Lilong to leave the battlefield quickly.

For the rebels, Chi Aotian, who is sitting firmly on the back of the dragon, almost ignores all armed attacks, and the Cunyan gun ignores all defenses. It is definitely an invincible killing machine. To lift off from the dragon, the pressure of the rebels suddenly subsided, and the suppressed soldiers and the red clothing priests collided together!

The combat power of the sacred hammers of course cannot be compared with the standard lances of the soldiers. The defensive power condensed by the sacred Abraham's shield was broken by countless lances after a few breaths. Immediately, the sacred screams fell one by one in the pool of blood .

"Hurry, take His Highness Afti back into the main hall and wait for reinforcements." The Zoroastrian priest watched Chi Aotian have to rise up to avoid the magical attack of the sacred system. Vulcan priest magic is impossible to contend with the regular army.

"Your Highness, retreat! The great cause of the kingdom is on you, and the life and death of the Zoroastrianism is on you." Hussein also saw that the situation was not very good, and he firmly grasped the blood-stained His Highness.

"Chong! For the Highness of the Fire God, for the worship of fire for thousands of years, for the royal family of the Desert Empire, the devout priests, with our lives to dedicate the highest sacrifice to the Highness of the Fire God." The middle-aged priests surrounded by them, with fewer and fewer priests, pounced on the murderous rebels.

On the territory of the desert empire, the most tragic scene appeared in thousands of years. The Zoroastrianism, which ruled this empire for 7000 years, lasted more than 600 sacrifices, the oldest 81 years old, and the youngest only 12 years old, without exception. As a male, when the empire encountered a rebellion, these people who did not bear the grace of God used their weak body as a weapon to fight against the rebels. The former servants succeeded, and no one retreated. The blood full of blood smeared the entire Vulcan Square with a red costume.

Guns fell one after another during sacrifices. These stubborn lives held the spear tightly with their hands when they were dying, using their own teeth to bite the opposite rebels, and using their own bodies to stop the rebels from attacking.

The number of red sacrifices is rapidly decreasing! At the beginning, it was screaming like a wave, but in a few minutes, the little red will soon disappear in the white instructors and variegated rebels.

"Ready to take off! Prevent the rebels from approaching the main entrance of the hall."

Qingluo, the elder warrior elder and the high-ranking brave warrior, has seen life, death and death in more than two hundred years of turmoil. At this moment, looking at the priests who are eager to offer all their own beliefs for their faith, I do n’t know. Why did Lord Qingluo find himself like other elves with tears on his eyes.

Alas ... this is war, and all these great humans must be made worthwhile! The elf elder wiped out the things that should not be on his face, and took two bags of short arrows from his partner.

But, at this moment ...

In the chaotic fighting, in the middle of the square in front of the Temple of Fire God, the tall and fierce statue of Huosura suddenly changed, and the cluster of olive branches in his hand burst out a series of small Mars. After a moment, the whole The olive branches were all burning. Immediately afterwards, a flame of several meters in height rose from the brazier on the blue and purple double columns on the left and right sides of the temple.

A warm stream spreading towards the Vulcan Square with the Vulcan statue and double pillars as the center, booming, booming, booming ... Everyone in the square was stunned, and a long extinguished lamppost around the entire Vulcan Square Almost all the blazes were ignited at the same moment. After another moment, all the torches in the Vulcan Hall were all lit, and the hall was brilliantly lit!

Immediately afterwards, something even more shocking happened. The flames on the lampposts around the square quickly transformed into swaying flame magic elves. These fire elves danced a fire chain of ten meters in their hands, and the fire chain collided in the air. Then, with a dazzling spark, the Flame Magic Elf stared coldly at everyone in the square ...

How is this going? At this moment, the rebels of the desert empire, regardless of their positions, even those who already believe in the Holy See, have a thousand years of legends floating in their minds at the same time.

Legend has it that many and many years ago, when the blessing of the Lord of the Fire God was still shrouded in the desert empire, on this fire worship square, there was a flame magic elf strong enough to match the lower level gods , They are the most loyal guards of His Royal Highness. However, one day, the flame on the statue of Fire Shura suddenly extinguished, and at the same time, these fire elves even disappeared in sigh.

"His Royal Highness is back! His grace, once again returning to the Holy Church of Fire, he was blessed again ..." The Zoroastrian priest was covered in blood, struggling to climb from the ground, but he did not finish his hoarse words, just Falling into the pool of blood again.

"Great sacrifice!"

"Teacher ..."

The few remaining Zoroastrian priests cried and pushed away the completely stunned rebels. They stumbled and came to the side of the Fire God.

The bright red blood was covered with the white hair of the large priest. The blood was still flowing from the muzzle of the old man's four or five muzzles like the child's mouth, and the old man's vitality passed by.

"Teacher ... You wake up! Master, the Lord of the Fire God is back, you wake up!" A 10-year-old boy sacrificed crying and patting the old man's chest.

"Your Highness ... you wake up ..." The remaining priests cried out speechless.

After a long time, "Huh ..." The pale lips of the big sacrifice moved slightly, and the old man opened his eyes.

All the priests looked at their spiritual leaders with wide eyes, and the gray-haired old twilight man was hurt in this way. Even a high-level priest like a wise man could not bring him back to life. The following is probably the old man's last words.

There was a smile on the corner of the old man's mouth, and his dry hands lifted up hard, as if he wanted to wipe the tears from the face of the young disciple last year, but he left more red liquid on the young man's face. The old man gave up this futile move: "Since ... I became a great priest, walking on thin ice and facing the abyss, day and night, trembling, fearing that the Holy Church would die in my generation. Today ..." The old man took a deep breath and said: "His Royal Highness returns, I can finally see that the torch will eventually be everywhere in the desert empire. "

"Teacher ... You have a rest, don't say anything." The young priest lowered his head and secretly wiped away the tears.

"Resting? Ha ... Thanks to the grace of His Royal Highness, I will soon take a permanent rest. But now ..." A radiance appeared on the face of the high priest, and the old man tried to get up as he said: "When the Lord of Fire God comes again, children, you must be sure that no believers in this square will die in the hands of pagans ... Children, let me ... come to your last one. class."

The old man stood up trembling, two dry hands raised high up ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ began a long chant in a word: "His Royal Highness, your devout believer, please be with me This weak body shows your omnipresent strength! "

what?

Is this the highest realm of fire **** sacrifice in the legend-the possession of fire god? According to legend, the six ancient gods such as Vulcan, Luna, and Sun were able to land a small amount of divine power on their most devout believers through unknown channels. Names such as fire sacrifice and water sacrifice were obtained for this reason.

Legend has it that the sacrifice after being possessed even possessed the same powerful combat strength as the magician of the same system. The only shortcoming of obtaining huge combat power in this way is that such a powerful divine power is not the bearer's own. Therefore, it is very easy to cause problems in use. Even the surging divine power will blow up the high-level sacrifice to the bones.

Just before everyone's eyes, with the singing of the high priest, an unnamed force appeared in the body of the high priest, and the red light surged from the inside out ...

Everyone saw it, and just below the light, Yin Hong's blood also oozed out of the old man's body.

"Teacher, don't sing anymore, we know how to use it!" The young priest knelt and knelt while crying on the ground, and the rest of the priests cried to the big priest while crying.

More than ten hands of the priests grabbed the robe of the large priest ... All the priests were stunned at this moment ... Then a loud cry began to rise ... The priests discovered that their hands were obvious I grabbed the robe of the high priest, but I couldn't hold anything ...

6 years of magic calendar.

In the desert empire, Zoroastrianism's current high priest lord, on the square of Vulcan, including robes all over his body, turned little by little into a ray of golden red light, and finally disappeared in the air.

In place, only a pair of French shoes soaked in blood were left.