There was only a clicking sound. After all, the fire snake did not have the courage to face the King's Sword directly. At the moment when the two sides were about to touch, the fire snake deflected to the side, went around behind Meng Lang, and stopped. The huge flame demon

He also took this opportunity to wave his claws and slap Meng Lang on the back.

"In the eyes of your magicians, is every warrior as childish as a baby?"

The flame mage's claws fell, and the only thing he caught was the afterimage of the emperor.

The change in movement in that instant made the flame magician open his eyes wide. Perhaps he had never thought that there could be a warrior who could dodge so easily under his full blow?

But now, after all, it's too late.

Even though the magician rushed forward almost desperately, he still felt a chill on his vest, and then a hot feeling mixed with the sting of frost spread from his back to his whole body.

"Everyone...be careful!"

While desperately escaping, the flame mage suddenly shouted—

"Do your best! You must...do your best!!!"

It's like a signal, like a command.

In an instant, the surrounding peaks, cliffs, fissures, and dark caves seemed to have a strange linkage. Almost three hundred people in cloaks quickly sprang out again, heading towards the place where the fierce waves were from all directions.

The troops rushed over!

"Rush! Charge downward!"

Seeing those cloaked men coming to kill again, the fierce waves couldn't help but shake a little. He immediately waved the long sword in his hand and pointed down the mountain, shouting loudly. After hearing the emperor's order, the soldiers immediately formed a formation and headed down the mountain.

Sprint. After a group of people rush out, they immediately form a formation on the spot, wait for the next wave of people to rush over again, and then retreat one by one.

Obviously, these cloaked men did not expect that these imperial troops could maintain such combat effectiveness at this last critical moment. But this does not matter, because what they want to kill most is not the escaping soldiers, but the

Located at the very back of the team, he looks like the emperor who is protecting all the soldiers as they retreat.

"Menglang·Azure XIII! Today is your death day!"

A cloaked man rushed the fastest and quickly approached the violent waves.

Meng Lang glanced at the cloaked man and after confirming that he did not carry a huge shield behind his back, he decided that this should be another melee magician. He then pulled up his long sword and maintained his fighting posture without fear, preparing to fight.

enemy.

The cloaked man didn't seem to be afraid of the emperor at all. After approaching, he quickly tore off his cloak, revealing a long sword at his waist. He pulled it out and stabbed Menglang directly.

Such an attack somewhat surprised Meng Lang. However, the moment the swords of both sides collided, the emperor immediately understood what was different.

At the moment when the sound of the collision of sword blades had not dissipated, the cloaked man's long sword suddenly turned into a crimson color.

Immediately afterwards, this seemingly ordinary sword turned into a sharp blade that could cut through iron as well as mud. With a hard press, the sword of king in Meng Lang's hand was cut into two pieces.

Seeing that the sword blade in his hand was broken, Meng Lang kicked hard and jumped back. But the swordsman in front of him did not hesitate to pull out the sword blade that was obviously enchanted with fire magic again, and at the same time moved towards

He jumped over. At the same time, his left hand that was not holding the sword was also raised forward——

"Fire Spirit·Sheng!"

Immediately afterwards, the ground where the violent wave landed suddenly turned red, and a pillar of fire rose from the ground, wrapping the violent wave inside.

However, this fire came and went quickly. It only burned away the cloak on Meng Lang, revealing the royal armor underneath.

"Magic resistance?!"

The blow he thought he had succeeded did not produce any effect, which made the cloaked man startled and his movements stopped.

It was at this pause that the violent wave rushing forward after landing quickly swiped the broken sword in his hand across the opponent's neck. While the blood spattered, he grabbed the crimson sword that fell from the cloaked man's hand.

The blade was weighed in his hand.

Soon, the red color on the sword disappeared.

"Magic Swordsman?!"

In just an instant, Meng Lang understood who these people were who could use melee combat, but could also use some simple magic.

It was at this moment that more magic swordsmen came rushing over in front of them! The sword blades, knives, axes, and spears in their hands were transformed into various magical colors, which were not only filled with

The lethality also adds a touch of variety to this snow-white world.

"Majik! You, an elder of the Magic Association, actually have the nerve to talk about the purity of magic elements?!"

With the violent roar of the fierce waves, the five strongest guards around him rushed forward again after covering the retreat of the soldiers, and faced the closest magic swordsmen respectively.

"Priest! You claim to be a high priest who believes in the God of Light the most! But now you have actually made so many magic swordsmen with your own hands?!"

The sound of fighting sounded, and the five guards headed by Skeleton Lin quickly killed the four magic swordsmen who were close to them. When the necromancer recited the incantation, the magic swordsmen who had just fallen

But they stood up again, with dark green will-o'-the-wisps in their eyes, turned around, and began to face their original comrades.

Meng Lang raised the long sword in his hand high, which had returned to its original color, and his eyes swept back and forth among the magic swordsmen who were rushing towards him. Soon, he confirmed that there should be no suitable ones among them.

The elders of the association and the high priest of the Holy See are the people with whom I have the biggest opinions, but it is obvious that these people must be hiding somewhere, waiting for the moment of their death with their hands folded.

Haha, how could those guys miss such a wonderful moment?

Thinking of this, Meng Lang was not hesitant. He reached out and grabbed the shoulder of a paladin guard and pulled him from the front to the back, avoiding the siege of several magic swordsmen.

The next moment, Menglang shouted loudly——

"We don't need to waste time here, retreat! Forest of Bones!"

The necromancer nodded, and immediately let all the demon swordsman zombies that were still moving rush forward. They no longer cared about the lethality, but moved forward to hug the charging demon swordsmen one by one.

At this moment, Menglang and the guards immediately turned around and rushed towards the soldiers downhill again. After running a certain distance, the necromancer raised the wand in his hand high and waved it back.

——

"Corpse explosion."

Only bursts of explosions were heard, and the battle place that seemed very noisy just now was filled with only a swirling snowflake. Soon, these snowflakes turned red, and everything became quiet.

After breaking through the second barrier, Meng Lang once again led his guards to the formation of soldiers.

However, he doesn't feel any excitement now.

The first and second levels have been broken through, so what should be waiting for him next is the third level? And he also believes that even if he wants to betray, it is impossible for everyone in the Holy See and the Association to unanimously decide to betray.

Those who really take action must be the determined activists among them. This means that the number of these people cannot be large.

After the previous battle when he divided his five thousand troops, and after the two battles just now, Menglang was very sure that the opponent should not have many people left.

Precisely because there are not many people, they plan to use the blockade method to let themselves die slowly. But now, they have broken through to this point.

Now, those guys should really go all out...

Just like the flame magician who was lucky enough to survive just now said, they will definitely take out everything at the bottom of the box for the last interception.

Thinking of this, Meng Lang's spirit became even more intense.

Now the team is sprinting forward very quickly. This downhill road can allow them to leave the snow mountain as quickly as possible, and it can also provide them with a stumbling block while they are running.

Finally, when a canyon that only five people could pass abreast appeared in front of them, Menglang knew that the last battle must be here.

"Stop!"

The strong waves hurriedly shouted to stop.

However, the soldiers who could not stop rushing rushed into the canyon.

What's even more terrible is that an unknown voice came from behind everyone. When everyone turned around, they could see several magical beasts rushing down the hillside! Obviously, these magical beasts are the contracted beasts of the magicians!

"Hiss--!!!"

These monsters with snarling teeth and claws are huge, almost each one is as tall as three people.

Seeing such a huge monster charging towards them, the soldiers had no choice but to rush into the narrow tunnel no matter how much they wanted to stop.

And when the fierce waves were also carried into this tunnel...

"His Majesty!"

The skeleton forest behind him suddenly let out a scream, his voice full of sadness and desolation.

When Meng Lang turned around to look, he found that several ice spikes had risen from the ground, stabbing the necromancer to the core. His hand was still stretched out towards this side, and the words in his mouth

But I couldn't say it anymore.

This is not the end.

This is the beginning.

This narrow passage is obviously the last trap set by the magicians. There are countless ice spikes piercing it from all directions.

This place is like a meat grinder. It is impossible for any life to get out alive from here. It is even impossible to get out completely.

The ice spikes kept ejecting and shrinking back. The blood and flesh were intertwined with each other, and finally turned into pools of mud under the broken bones.

In this tunnel, all the shouts turned into silence in an instant. Life will no longer have any way of survival here, and only death can escape from this rolling spike.

The meat grinder spike in the canyon lasted for ten minutes.

A full ten minutes.

And during these ten minutes, on a hilltop not far away, the last fifty remaining "traitors" were also observing here.
To be continued...