Reckless Through The New World

In the center of the valley, the light of magic flickered brilliantly, the sound of the collision of weapons, the roar of humans and the roar of demons were connected together, as if a fierce battle was unfolding.

In fact, nothing happened here, everything was just an illusion created by magic.

However, this illusion is not so easy to see through, at least not the scouts led by Tara Khan.

Not everyone in the Count's team can see through this illusion, for example, the demon who signed a contract with him can do this. But in this situation, how could he let the contract demon out? Lest others not know that he is a demon contractor?

I'm afraid that it would take a stubborn halo to do such a thing.

And in this valley, he can clearly feel that there is a large magic circle to suppress demons, most of which are arranged by the group of adventurers - it can be seen that they are indeed experts in dealing with demons.

The count nodded secretly in his heart, and then couldn't help sneering.

Expert against demons?

Hehe, if they are really allowed to take the lead in Tara Khan, sooner or later they will find out that the lord himself is the accomplice of the devil.

At that time, the knives of this group of people will probably be pointed at themselves.

In that case, it's better to kill them first!

The old earl, whose hair and beard had all turned white, once again showed a fierce light in his eyes. He was ready. When he saw the group of adventurers, he immediately ordered the siege without saying a word!

"...I always feel that our approach is a bit too cruel." In a clearing on the hillside, Tiger watched from a distance the Tarakhan army that was slowly approaching the center of the valley, and sighed deeply.

"Cruel? Maybe. But that's war." Panda said in a deep voice, "War always kills people. In many cases, only when enough people die can the war truly end."

"Those soldiers are innocent, they don't know anything."

"But we didn't juggle their abilities."

"...It's abominable!"

Panda patted him on the shoulder: "Life is like this, there will always be things you don't like, but if you want to move forward, you have to step over them."

The tiger thought thoughtfully: "Are you comforting me?"

"I can't talk about it, it's just my personal opinion." Panda said, "When the situation in Tarakhan City stabilizes, you will go to the northern border, right?"

"Yes, I'm going to stop the development and stop the meaningless vendetta between Tara Khan and the barbarians!"

"Then you have to be ready to kill." Panda stared at Tarakhan's army, which was slowly walking towards the deadly trap, and said in a deep voice, "Kill many, many people, many of whom are innocent in their eyes, even some Some, in your own eyes, are innocent."

"I understand the former, but what's the matter with the latter? Why should I kill people who seem innocent to me?" Tiger frowned.

"Just like this time, we don't want to kill those ordinary soldiers, but we don't have the ability to show mercy to them when we deal with the count." Panda said, "The same is true for you, even... your situation will only get worse. It's tough. You'll have to fight both sides at the same time, and you won't be able to get enough support. At that time, you won't have any other way but to slash the past."

"I don't believe it! There will always be a way!" Anger rose in Tiger's eyes.

"Maybe, maybe you can come up with the best of both worlds." Panda didn't argue, just shook his head.

Just as they were talking, the soldiers led by Tara Khan had walked into the predetermined ambush circle.

On the way from the center of the valley to the exit at the other end, there is a huge magic circle. After this magic circle is activated, it will release several waves of magic attacks in a row.

This is not only to eradicate the earl's wings, but also to force him to show his strengths - in the face of such an attack, he can no longer hide his strength, and he must use all his strength.

Once he uses the power of demons, the situation is almost set.

Because of the rough roads in the valley—or, to put it simply, there is no road at all—the Count could not ride a horse, but could only walk like the officers around him. He was walking on some muddy and slippery roads, secretly cursing the snow that fell a few days ago.

It is almost the end of winter now, and the weather has a clear trend of warming up. The falling snowflakes will melt soon and become the nectar that nourishes the earth. But for this valley, they just make the ground slippery and muddy and hinder the march.

"Those who worship demons never imagined that we would attack them in this weather!" his adjutant said excitedly, "I can't wait to try the feeling of killing demons!"

The Earl glanced at him lightly, and he didn't see the excitement of "killing the devil" on his face at all, but saw the bright "killing".

But the excuse is good and fitting.

(This kid is a smart guy, and he will definitely come in handy in the future.)

The count thought so.

Then, he heard a sharp and long sound, rising from the hillside not far away, straight into the sky.

Looking at the sound, a bright red light was flying into the sky, and when it flew to a place higher than the castle, it exploded violently.

"One cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops will meet!"

A bold and hearty voice came from the hillside: "Do it!"

The count subconsciously hid behind a heavily armed knight, but it was of no use at all.

The attack did not come from the front, but from the sky.

An azure magic circle was formed in the sky, and the cold air was born out of thin air. The water vapor was condensed by the cold air and turned into sharp ice edges, like raindrops, pouring down towards the Tara Khan army on the ground.

"Enemy attack!"

"Get out of the way!"

"Raise your shield!"

The officers shouted in vain, issuing all kinds of useful or useless, reliable or unreliable orders.

Most of the soldiers did not respond correctly, and their training never included the "what to do when attacked by a large area of ​​magic".

What should I do if I encounter a large-scale magic attack? Of course it's up to fate, what else is there to think about.

Sharp ice ridges fell like rain, and the soldiers were injured one after another. The exclamations and screams were continuous, and only those who wore solid full-body armor, or those who had shields and raised them in time to cover their heads, escaped the disaster.

Of course, the Count doesn't need to be afraid of this. He wears powerful magic equipment on his body, which can generate a powerful protective force field when he encounters an attack. An attack of this level will not hurt him at all.

But his face had darkened.

Don't even think about it, it's a trap.

A trap for him!

He thought he was scheming others, but it turned out... others were scheming him too!