Chapter 338 Defeat

Early morning in the north.

Various energy particles are very active, and the grass and trees covered with ice and snow wake up in the sun, exuding a fresh scent.

A new day has just begun, but it seems like a long time has passed.

Lu He stood alone on the top of the mountain overlooking the battlefield.

He was silent, and the morning sun shone on him, giving his tall and slender body a layer of light golden luster.

Fier lost.

He lost in the competition of patience with him. After all, he was not at ease with the Knights of the Sword of War, worried that the legendary witch Sylvia would suddenly attack and kill, so he chose to supervise the battle.

Frye's breakthrough was within his expectations, and he didn't feel much surprise. After all, he spent a lot of resources on Frye, and promotion was just a matter of course.

Lu He suddenly smiled and looked to the northwest.

There was a snowy peak that looked like a sword blade, showing a cold charm that branded people's hearts.

On the snowy peak.

A man was holding a brown bow, wearing dark blue armor, and even his face was partially covered by a sapphire shield, revealing only two muscular arms, with a cold look on his lips.

Behind the man stood four people, all wearing similar metal armor, and the aura exuded by them was that of a knight.

"Sir, are we still going to fight..." One of the four women couldn't help but ask.

The man holding the bow hesitated and shook his head.

The witch was already defeated, and even if they came down to help, it would be meaningless, and they would die in vain.

It should be said that they knew the result would be like this, but they came here unwillingly to see if there was a chance.

"Find a chance to rescue Grandma Rosa."

The man holding the bow looked at the great witch Rosa who was being suppressed by an old Sky Knight, and showed a worried look.

He was raised by the great witch Rosa, but because he did not have the qualifications of a witch, he had an extraordinary talent for archery.

Therefore, he was sent to Tianze Grassland since he was a child, and became a disciple of a master of archery, and achieved the rank of Sky Knight.

After hearing the news that the Sword of War and the Soros family had joined forces to invade the witch, he quickly rushed over.

The battlefield where Grandma Rosa was located was relatively remote. He thought he could successfully save Grandma Rosa, but he didn't expect that someone would break through to the Sky Knight on the battlefield, attracting a lot of attention on the battlefield.

"That Sky Knight who broke through on the battlefield is not right!"

The man with the bow originally wanted to quietly shoot an arrow to help Grandma Rosa out, but his expression suddenly became serious.

At such a distance, he was confident that he could shoot the new Sky Knight, so he didn't shoot at the first time.

It was that he felt inexplicably that the Sky Knight actually made him a little uneasy, and his heart was faintly throbbing.

The other four were all startled. They knew the strength of the adults, especially the strong mental power and the most acute perception.

But they noticed it immediately, their faces instantly became extremely ugly, and their backs were cold.

A strong sense of uneasiness came over me.

It was as if I was being stared at by some powerful beast. I looked around, but I couldn't see where the uneasiness came from.

The few people turned around and left without saying a word.

They are all experienced and sensitive grassland elite hunters, which can make them feel this way.

In this case, it can only be...

Lu He retracted his gaze and continued to look at the battlefield.

War is undoubtedly ugly.

There has never been absolute justice, nor an absolutely evil side, there are only interests.

On the vast mountains, the burning flames became more and more fierce, and the buildings outside the witch castle were occupied by knights one after another. No one can resist this magnificent force.

The shouts and killings shook the walls of the world.

From time to time, you can see knights leaning on the rubble and falling in the collapsed and dilapidated alleys.

Or kneeling on one knee, inserting the knight's sword into the ground to support the body, but not standing up again.

Although there is no fatal injury, they have no life breath in their bodies. After consuming their blood and vitality, they have no strength to fight to the end.

The toxic particles that are constantly inhaled during the battle can no longer be suppressed. At first, it is just a dry throat, and gradually it evolves into the whole body of flesh and blood dissipating the essence, showing decay and exhaustion.

This is the power of the witch's spell.

They can take away a lot of lives invisibly without having to fight head-on.

Frye did not make any more moves.

He could sense that there was a strange but powerful aura on the battlefield next to him that had been firmly locked on him, so he did not rashly participate in the high-end battle between the two old guys.

Instead, he chose to destroy the witch's backhand arrangement and create a better environment for other attacking knights.

If they can continue at this pace, it will not be long before their legion breaks through the heart of the castle.

The facts are indeed as Frye thought.

And looking at the overall situation, the situation on the entire battlefield is gradually developing in a favorable direction for them, and the space for witches to survive is becoming increasingly narrow due to the impact of the knights...

The steaming blood was winding on the ground, approaching the slaves standing in front of the witches little by little.

Even though they had been transformed by the witches and were wearing equipment with witches' spells.

But trash is still trash after all, and it is vulnerable.

The two official witches looked at each other secretly and chose to use the light body technique to evacuate at the same time.

They ruthlessly abandoned the seven or eight witch apprentices and dozens of slave warriors who stood in front of them.

"Werner, Schuler, follow me!"

With a loud shout, the three knights who had just finished a battle decisively chased in the direction where the two witches retreated.

The barbarians holding spears had cold hands and feet. They always boasted of their outstanding melee ability.

However, when a group of knights attacked fiercely from the front, they truly realized their own fragility.

At the moment of the collision, the spears were almost shaken out of their hands by the pure force, looking at the hideous faces.

They wanted to avoid it.

But they found that there was no room to move. Several spears and swords stabbed from different angles and easily penetrated their bodies.

And it was even easier to deal with witches who were good at long-range assistance and attack. As long as they broke the magic shield covering them, a simple blow could make the tender body bleed.

As more and more knight legions poured in.

This battle with a completely unbalanced offense and defense soon ended the curtain of the witch's defeat.

Noticed the movement here.

The knights on the other two sides launched a more fierce offensive, trying their best to contain the witches and prevent them from coming to support.

The old duke swung the knight's sword in his hand to the extreme.

Strands of sword energy spun around him crazily, and finally wrapped him in a huge sword cocoon.

Standing on a gray fog, the old witch Rosa quickly sensed the dangerous atmosphere in the air. She responded quickly and instantly deployed seven invisible shields.

"Born in darkness, wrapped in the original light, I am willing to hold a sharp sword and cut off this bondage!"

The calm and firm oath echoed in his heart.

The old Duke Gustavo suddenly opened his eyes, and the sword in front of him burst into a strong light.

The sword cocoon was torn apart by the light, and the silver crosses crossed horizontally and vertically were reflected in the air, leaving deep gullies.

The strong sword intent enveloped the old witch.

Like a spark touching gasoline, a translucent silver flame suddenly ignited on her body.

This power did not hurt her body.

Instead, it directly acted on her soul. Although it was only a short moment, it was absolutely heartbreaking.

She gritted her teeth and forcibly cast a spell to increase her flying speed, and quickly retreated.

The old duke did not pursue.

This killing move also put a great burden on himself, and his old arms and legs almost couldn't bear it.