Chapter 2525: Swift Arrow

Trossa, the adjutant of the legion, looked at the battlefield in the distance. He had just received a secret mission from Rhodes.
To carry out this mission, Trotsa traversed the roaring front lines of the battlefield, where undead and alien armies fought each other, destructive spells and monstrous sorcery flew, death clouds rolled by, and lasers swept in all directions. , the corpses piled up into mountains along the way.
The smell of corruption spreads out, which is the favorite smell of undead creatures. Even the most vicious vultures would not dare to come here for food. If there is not a little left, they will be stained with alien blood, and they will be alienated from the whole body, and there will never be any hope of leaving this battlefield.
There is still a long distance from the Dragon's Nest, and countless new types of alien species are pouring out from the ground, and even their trails appear from time to time in the rear of the legion. The alien legions are fighting for their lives, but also to cut off the advance of the undead army.
The underground passages were opened one by one, the corpse witches poured the clouds of death into them, and then overflowed from other passages, and the whole land seemed to be cursed.
Under the continuous bombardment of flames, even if the thaumaturgy was difficult to completely protect, Trotsa's thick brown beard was now scorched a lot, and he looked disheveled. Fortunately, he finally came to the front of the battlefield. and found the right angle.
A fully assembled magic ballista was taken out of the space ring by him, and it was undoubtedly a stupid thing to put a war machine such as a ballista on the front line that needs protection. As an adjutant, Trosa deeply understands This, but he did it anyway.
With the sound of the machine bracket, driven by the magic ritual, the crossbow bolts came out like lightning, and the speed was so fast that only a series of afterimages could be seen clearly, which belonged to the research results of the Magic Academy and was enough to threaten the legendary creature. , even the protection of the dragon scales will be penetrated by this magic arrow.
Outside the Dragon Nest, the magician guard who was closely watching every move on the battlefield suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and before he could react, a crisp sound came from his ear along with the strong wind.
The sorcerer guard looked sideways in a daze, and the arrows shot like thunderbolts pierced into the city wall less than a finger away from his ear. Even if it crossed a small half of the battlefield, the power of the crossbow arrow remained unabated, and half of the arrow body did not enter the city wall. If the target head was a little further away, he would probably be nailed directly here.
The guard swallowed his saliva subconsciously, the enemy had already approached to such an extent, and it was probably only a matter of time before they reached the Dragon's Nest. At this moment, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something unusual out of the corner of his eyes. A parchment scroll was tied to the crossbow bolt nailed into the city wall.
The guard was stunned for a moment, and looked towards the position where the crossbow arrow came from. Trosa had already re-entered the ballista into the space ring and left towards the rear.
Seeing the information coming from the enemy, the guards did not dare to neglect. If the fighter plane was delayed because of him, his fate might be miserable.
After taking off the sheepskin roll, an eerie and terrifying aura swept in. After feeling this evil aura, the guards were chilled, unable to move like falling into an ice cellar, and it took a while to recover. The horror in his eyes when he looked at this parchment scroll was even more terrifying. Only the true commander of the group of undead, Rhodes, who was in charge of death, could release such a terrifying aura of death.
This sheepskin scroll was most likely sent by the enemy's commander in person. After realizing this, the guard quickly reported the matter. Soon, the sheepskin scroll appeared in front of Moriel intact.
"What is this?" Feeling the breath of death attached to the parchment, Moriel let out a disdainful snort.
"A letter sent by the enemy." The powerful magician Sephiroth answered the doubts of the big red dragon, "Maybe this is a trap, please let me check it for you"
"No need, this level of traps can't hurt me." The big red dragon refused the proposal without thinking, then stretched out the dragon's claws and stroked the sheepskin roll gently, and the sealed sheepskin roll slowly disappeared. on.
The subordinates who came to hear the news looked at the parchment scroll with some doubts, wondering what the enemy meant by sending the parchment scroll at this time? And Moriel, who was browsing the contents of the parchment scroll, frowned slightly and never said a word.
The sorcerers in the field looked at each other in dismay, and finally the senior advisor Sandro asked aloud, "Lord Moriel, what is written on it?"
A azure-blue Minotaur interrupted his inquiry: "Is this worth thinking about? It must be that Rhode was afraid of the power of Lord Morril, and he planned to surrender. Hmph, if he surrendered to Moriel as soon as possible My lord, there may still be a way out, but it's too late now!"
"It's not so easy for Rhodes to surrender." Edger, who controls the evil eye, disagrees with the Minotaur's statement, "At least I haven't seen any signs of the undead creatures stopping on the frontal battlefield, and they don't seem to be planning to do so. Surrender. I prefer to believe that the letter means something else."
"Don't you think that Lord Moriel is inferior to Rhodes? You who can only spy on the enemy, why didn't I see your evil eyes going out to fight?" Seeing that Edger refuted himself, the Minotaur said angrily.
Edger glared at him, just about to say something, but when he heard the big red dragon speak, he had to shut his mouth angrily.
"Quiet. This is not a letter of surrender sent by Rhodes, but a marriage contract. It says that Rhodes is willing to return the Dragon's Blood Bottle and the Dragon King's Divine Power as a condition to marry me, and to conclude the strongest covenant. Divide the world"
Listening to Moriel's remarks, all the sorcerers were stunned. They never thought that what was mentioned in the parchment scroll turned out to be this kind of content, and that Rhode was simply daring.
Among the subordinates, Kilgor reacted the most violently, and even the steel claw appeared: "I think that Rhode was simply frightened by you, and he made such a ridiculous request, we should give him the strictest Fight back and let him understand how powerful you are. Only a great warrior like me who is qualified to marry you, not the sinister and cunning necromancer who dares not even show his shadow."
Kilgor's words attracted the ruthless ridicule of the sorcerer dignitaries: "You should take care of yourself first, just because you also want to marry Lord Moriel? I don't think you know at all, what happened on the Krulod wasteland. what."
"What are you talking about? You'd better explain it clearly!" Kilgor looked startled, then pointed his steel claws at the sorcerer dignitaries and questioned what she just said.
The hex dignitaries are also not to be outdone. She is not afraid of this barbarian lord. She has long disliked the rude behavior of the barbarians, and immediately prepared to cast spells. Under the dissuasion of other magicians in the field, the two glared at them. After that, they stopped talking.