The Original Vampire

Time seemed to stand still.

The sharp kite chirp resounded through the sky, becoming the only main voice between heaven and earth.

The icy murderous intent rose to its peak in an instant, causing all the creatures in Wind's Breath City to feel the fear from the depths of their blood.

The dazzling light burst out suddenly, making the knight Mack at close range instantly lose his vision.

Knight McCoy immediately put away his attacking posture and tried his best to shrink his limbs to protect the vital points of his body. Then, he was swept up by a burst of unstoppable air current, and flew out, hitting the house on the side of the road heavily. middle.

However, Knight McCoy's heart has never been so ecstatic.

He finally knew that the Duke of St. Grian had not abandoned the West.

This is an assassination she carefully planned - the assassination of the orc emperor Saruman!

No wonder the Duke of St. Grian didn't show up even if Wind's Rest City was breached before, so she was waiting for the best time.

The Duke of St. Grian never showed up, and Storm's End Castle was empty again. The orcs must have thought that the St. Grian family had abandoned Storm's End City and fled, and they would definitely relax their defenses.

What's more, after Wind's Rest City was breached, the orc army was in the most chaotic street battle. At this time, when Saruman the Great entered the city, it was the best time to assassinate him.

If the Duke of St. Grian can successfully assassinate Emperor Saruman, perhaps this reluctantly unified Orc Third Empire will fall into civil strife, or even collapse...

The western border is finally able to win the dawn of a first-line victory!

Knight McCoy struggled to get up from the ruins, and rubbed his eyes a few times, trying to see the duel in front of him that decided the fate of the Western Region.

But he said that Emperor Saruman was really surprised when he saw the golden-billed kite that fell from the sky.

A moment of hesitation made him lose the opportunity.

The incomparable sword light came to Saruman the Great in the blink of an eye. He only had time to lean back slightly, and his chest was completely pierced.

The golden blood spurted out, and it landed on the ground with a squeaking sound, and at the same time, bursts of heat swelled up.

But Emperor Saruman laughed instead, and his originally tall body suddenly swelled again, and at the same time, a loud drink came out of his mouth.

Roar--

The terrifying sound wave swept the whole street,

It even made the wind that had stopped whistling again.

A giant axe with the momentum of opening up the sky, slashed at the phantom of the kite in the sky.

boom!

The phantom of the kite exploded instantly, turning into bundles of golden streamers, like swimming fish, tossing and turning in the air, and finally reuniting.

Beneath the phantom of the kite, the Duke of St. Grian stood tall.

The close-fitting fine gold armor highlights her graceful curves. Her red hair moves with the wind like a flowing flame. Noble, beautiful, and inviolable like a god, this is the Valkyrie of the West, the Radiant Empire. The only female Paladin!

"Saint Grian—" Saruman's body finally stopped soaring, but at this time he was more than 20 meters tall, and the buildings of Wind's Rest City seemed to be a random one under his feet. The toy he pushed, the Duke of St. Grian seemed to be just a beautiful doll compared to him.

The words he said were also like roaring thunder:

"I'm going to crush your head!"

The violent airflow rose into the sky, and the howling west wind swept the earth.

Boom!

The sky in Wind's Rest City suddenly darkened.

Knight Mack raised his head in surprise, feeling a chill on his face.

tick.

A drop of rain fell, followed by torrential rain and thunder.

The rainy season in the western region came early.

Driven by the strong wind, the dense raindrops were strong, comparable to crossbow arrows.

Knight Mack had to retreat again and again, away from the center of the battle between the two Sanctuary powerhouses, only to find that the violent raindrops gradually softened.

The Duke of St. Grian was at the center of the storm, but her body was surrounded by a gilt-like halo that kept the storm out.

call--

In the roaring wind, a shadow of a blue axe slashed straight down towards Duke St. Grian.

boom!

The kite let out a mournful cry, and it turned into countless flowing fire patterns again, dispersing in the air.

The earth was split into a bottomless crack, and the small half of Wind Breath City was almost divided into two.

But the Duke of St. Grian was like a ghostly shadow, swiftly and erratically dodging the shocking blow.

The fire pattern closely followed the figure of Duke St. Grian, as if a pair of flame wings had been inserted into her.

The indigo blue sword light was like lightning in a storm, slashing towards Saruman the Great's huge body one by one.

It's just that these sword lights only left a shallow mark on the body of Saruman the Great.

boom!

Every swing of the giant axe seemed to carry the sound of wind and thunder, completely shaking the phantom of the kite away.

Although it can reconvene again and again, it is dimmer every time.

Knight Mack, who was closely watching the battle, had found that the situation was not very good.

Because the orc emperor seems to be passively beaten, but in fact, Duke St. Grian's attack can't cause him much damage.

On the contrary, the Duke of St. Grian did not dare to take every attack of the Orc Emperor at all, and could only deal with it through the strategy of roaming and dodging.

This has already shown the disparity in strength between the two.

The same is the sanctuary, but the orcs are obviously stronger than other races due to their racial talent.

In fact, the Duke of St. Grian's best chance was the surprise attack at the beginning.

But unfortunately, although the blow pierced the chest of the orc emperor, it didn't seem to cause him fatal damage.

Now that the Orc Emperor has reacted, he is completely pressing the Duke of St. Grian.

It can't go on like this.

Knight Mack was anxious, and rushed forward a few steps against the violent wind and rain, but found that he couldn't join this level of battle at all, so he had no choice but to retreat.

But just after taking a few steps back, Knight Mack rushed over without hesitation.

Because, in another earth-shattering confrontation, he saw the figure of the Duke of St. Grian, like a kite with a broken string, smashing straight to the ground!

Bang!

A human-shaped depression appeared on the ground, and strands of golden streamer light lingered in the sky, as if helplessly wailing.

Knight Mack rushed forward, holding a half spear, facing Saruman the Great without fear, and let out a roar.

It's just that his voice was soon drowned in the violent wind and rain.

Emperor Saruman glanced at this over-the-top knight with disdain, and stepped on it as soon as he lifted his foot, as if crushing an ant.

Seeing a huge shadow falling from the sky, Knight Mack found that he couldn't even dodge.

Under the terrifying pressure, the surrounding space seemed to have turned into an immobile solid, completely locking him in place.

Is it finally over?

Knight Mack thought unwillingly.

Although the ending was tragic, at least he did his best.

Knight Mack's eyes widened, looking at the huge foot that was getting closer and closer, and used all his strength to control the spear and stab it.

But in the next second, he suddenly realized that the giant foot had stopped.

The world has stopped.

In the black and white rain curtain, a golden sword light suddenly lit up, directly piercing the eyes of the orc emperor!

Knight Mack's field of vision was completely filled with this golden light again. He tried his best to open his eyes wide, trying to see what was going on, but he couldn't see anything until he burst into tears.

The angry roar of Saruman the Great could be heard in his ears:

"San Lorenzo!"