Knight of the Light

Johnson had to admit that when the fortress of dense fog in the night became dark and deep, he lacked imagination of what would happen next. He bet all the nobles are like this, thinking it was just a battle, at best it was a bit tragic.

The noble force of more than 10,000 people is a very powerful military force, which is enough to sweep the north and eliminate all opponents. The nobles who joined this team are all very excited, it is hard to imagine that they were all gloomy a few months ago.

When the summoned demon slowly launched an offensive, when the Jackals under the Jeck family followed closely, when thousands of nobles came out of the camp mighty and prepared to attack...

Johnson once doubted whether his previous judgment was wrong. Even the beep, which has always been accurate, does not speak. The master and servant could not tell who else in the North could resist such a powerful army.

But an ominous sound soon came in the silent night, and the thick fog fortress could be seen faintly flashing fire. People can only hear a series of gunfire, but can't see the actual situation.

The wizards once again released the floating "secret eyes" to investigate, and then they shouted with joy: "Those demons have been killed. The mad war demons have broken through the first line of defense. They have an absolute advantage in strength, and they are beating their opponents."

In front of the golden-top tent, several ‘secret eyes’ returned unclear images. All the top coalition forces gathered together and watched. Johnson couldn't bear his curiosity, so he went over and took a look.

The 11th-level mad war beasts are indeed powerful, and the following Fro demons also have a numerical advantage. Their evil power is extremely violent and defeats the defensive dwarves.

The irritability of the nobles for months turned into ecstasy at this moment.

"Are we going to win?"

"Victor Hugo is nothing good."

"Those hundreds of dwarves are not opponents of the devil at all. Look, they were beaten so badly."

"Justice will prevail, and order in the North will finally be restored."

There was a cheerful celebration in front of the golden dome tent, and even Friedman himself was relieved. The burden that had been pressing on his heart for a long time was finally let go, and he could breathe a sigh of relief.

Only Farrell, who had fought a few battles at the scene, was puzzled-dwarves are good warriors, but they are far from enough to resist demons. Victor Hugo should send a strong general to play.

The nobles are in high spirits, and no one comes out to disappoint. Just slapped, the snake demon dressed as a human woman suddenly stood beside Friedman and sternly shouted: "Order all your men to press on."

"Why?" Friedman was stunned by the request. He looked back and found that the snake demon had returned to its original shape, with six arms holding different weapons, and the scales all over his body shone with green light.

The Snake Demon’s vertical eyes stared at Friedman, "Do as I say, otherwise there is no chance of winning in the battle tonight. Your army is just a mess and cannot withstand any failure. If you can't win tonight, then There is no possibility of winning either."

The blatant appearance of high-level demons frightened the hotly debated nobles. Friedman himself was in a cold sweat-human beings have no night vision ability and must rely on potions and spells to get extra bonuses. The night battle overwhelmed by the whole army is a huge gamble.

The situation is obviously very good now, why do you say "There is no chance of winning"?

But the latter sentence of the snake demon awakened Friedman, and the army he finally united could not withstand any failure. Don't look at the nobles all swearing, if the limelight is wrong, they will slip faster than rabbits.

At this moment, the image returned by the "Secret Eye" also changed. The two mad war demons who were fighting endlessly suddenly looked up to the sky and screamed, and even the Fromo led by them also messed up the formation.

A few seconds later, the screams even reached the camp where the golden-top tent was located. This stern voice was full of pain and trance.

Johnson dare to swear, the next is the most dramatic scene he has ever seen. The nobles who had just cheered and celebrated fell silent for an instant, and their faces turned pale, as uncomfortable as if their throats were blocked with stool.

The battle ahead changed, and the snake demon moved along with it, teleporting to the battlefield many times in a row. All its plans are based on the aristocracy's victory, otherwise it will be limited by the oath and die with Friedman.

Friedman himself also realized that this night battle was a bit out of control, no matter what happened to the demon in front, he couldn't just sit back and watch.

"Farrell, you lead people to supervise the battle team, so that the army of each city can accelerate forward. No one is allowed to retreat."

"Vitas, release all night vision potions and mobilize all troops in the camp. We must win one tonight, even if we only occupy the outer trenches."

"Viscount Tarak, please gather the team of the Duchy of Oss. I need you to serve as the general reserve team. If the war changes, you have to fill in the loopholes."

Friedman made several arrangements, but he had an accident when he ordered the exiles of the Duchy of Oss. The others responded loudly when ordered, but Viscount Tarak looked at him mockingly, as if looking at an ant with contempt.

"Viscount Tarak, please recognize the current situation. Your attitude will ruin my trust in you." Before the big account gathered the nobles in the north, Friedman raised his voice a little bit and deliberately maintained his authority.

Viscount Tarak took a few steps, and everyone could see his face that had suddenly become pale and thin. He laughed in a weird tone, "Don't panic, you won't lose with me."

Friedman fiercely stared at Enisa in the corner of the crowd, and shouted angrily: "Your Royal Highness, please restrain your subordinates. His arrogance will only cause misfortune."

Enissa was taken into custody, her face was also pale, but she slowly shook her head and said, "He is no longer Tarak. I can't restrain him, he is restraining me."

At this point, Enisa looked at the pale-faced Viscount, "Don't be too proud, let alone force me. Otherwise, I will sacrifice myself and destroy you by the way."

Hahaha...

Viscount Tarak continued to laugh. He naturally walked onto the high platform outside the golden dome tent, patted Friedman on the shoulder, pushed him down, and sat on the only backrest of the high platform. Chair.

The nobles in front of the tent discovered at this moment that with the harsh laughter, the level of ‘Viscount Tarak’ was constantly increasing. He progressed level by level until everyone on the scene found it difficult to detect his strength.

The Viscount sat down and waved his hand, fusing the images returned by several ‘secret eyes’ into one, forming a huge and clear projection picture.

He said lazily: "Relax, poor Enissa. I know you are the darling of the God of War. Now the gods are watching. How dare I force you? Hasn't this already given you freedom?

Many gods are waiting to see my jokes, they are looking forward to me losing again. So I just sit here and wait, waiting for Victor Hugo to come to me. See if that guy can save the beautiful princess again. "

"Talak" waved his hand again, and the voice became extremely cold, and the noble army in the entire camp could hear, "Go ahead, fight, and destroy Victor Hugo. Otherwise you will all die!"

The tens of thousands of troops in the camp were slapped with a whip, and without much words, they were instantly mobilized and rushed toward the dense fog fortress like a tide.