Chapter 2525 Swift Arrow Message

Chapter 2526 Swift Arrow Message

Trosa, the adjutant of the legion, looked at the battlefield in the distance. He had just received a secret mission from Rhodes.

In order to carry out this mission, Trotha passed through the front lines of the roaring battlefield, where undead legions and alien armies fought each other, destructive spells and strange sorcery flew across the sky, clouds of death rolled past, and lasers swept across. , corpses piled up into mountains along the way.

The smell of decay spreads, which is the favorite smell of undead creatures. Even the most ferocious vultures do not dare to come here to forage. If there are any left and are infected with the blood of alien species, their whole bodies will be alienated and they will never have any hope of escaping from this battlefield.

There is still a long way to go from the dragon's nest. Countless new types of alien species emerge from the ground, and traces of them appear from time to time even behind the legions. The alien army is risking its life to block the advance of the undead army.

Underground passages were dug one by one, and the corpse witches poured clouds of death into them, which overflowed from other passages. The entire land seemed to be cursed.

Under the continuous bombardment of the flames of hell, even firebending magic could not completely protect him. Trossa's originally thick brown beard was now burnt a lot, and he looked disgraced. Fortunately, he finally arrived at the front of the battlefield. and found the right angle.

He took out a fully assembled magic ballista from the space ring. It was undoubtedly a stupid thing to put a war instrument like the ballista that needed protection on the front line. As an adjutant, Trosa understood it deeply. This, but he did it anyway.

With the sound of the machine gun, driven by the magic ritual, the crossbow arrows flew out like lightning. The speed was so fast that only a series of afterimages could be seen clearly. They were the research results of the Magic Academy and were enough to threaten legendary creatures. , even the protection of dragon scales will be penetrated by this magic crossbow arrow.

Outside the dragon's nest, the warlock guard who was closely watching every move on the battlefield suddenly felt a chill in his heart. Before he could react, a crisp sound came from his ears along with the strong wind.

The sorcerer guard looked sideways in a daze, and the crossbow arrows shot like lightning pierced the city wall less than a finger away from his ear. Even after crossing half of the battlefield, the power of the crossbow arrow remained undiminished, and half of the arrow's body did not enter the city wall. If his aim had been a little off, he would have been directly nailed to death here.

The guards swallowed subconsciously. The enemy had already approached to such an extent that it was probably only a matter of time before they reached the dragon's lair. At this moment, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something unusual out of the corner of his eye. A sheepskin scroll was tied to the crossbow bolt nailed into the city wall.

The guard was stunned and looked towards the position where the crossbow arrow was fired. Trossa had already put the crossbow back into the space ring and left towards the rear.

Seeing a message coming from the enemy, the guard did not dare to neglect him. If the opportunity to fight was delayed because of him, his end might be tragic.

After taking off the parchment, a ghastly and terrifying aura swept over him. After feeling this evil aura, the guard was so cold that he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and could not move. It took him a while to recover. The horror in his eyes as he looked at the parchment was even greater. Such a terrifying aura of death could only be released by the true commander of the undead, Rhodes, who was in charge of death.

This parchment was most likely sent by the enemy's commander himself. After realizing this, the guard quickly reported the matter, and soon, the parchment appeared intact in front of Moriel.

"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 magic magnate Seferos answered the big red dragon's doubts, "Maybe this is a trap, please let me check it for you..."

"No need, a trap of this level can't hurt me." The big red dragon refused the proposal without thinking, then stretched out its claws and lightly scratched the sheepskin roll, and the sealed sheepskin roll slowly Turn on.

The subordinates who came after hearing the news looked at the parchment with some confusion. They didn't understand what the enemy meant by sending the parchment at this time. Moriel, who was browsing the contents of the parchment, frowned slightly and remained silent.

The magicians in the field looked at each other in confusion, and finally Senior Advisor Sandro asked: "Lord Moriel, what is written on this?"

A blue minotaur interrupted his inquiry: "Is there any need to think about this? It must be that Rhodes who realized the power of Sir Moriel, and was afraid of him and planned to surrender. Hum, if he surrenders to Moriel as soon as possible Sir, there may be a chance of survival, but it’s too late now!”

"Rhodes will not surrender so easily." Ajit, who controlled the evil eye, did not agree with the Minotaur's statement. "At least I saw no signs of the undead creatures stopping from the frontal battlefield. They didn't look like they were planning to do anything." A look of surrender. I prefer to believe that this letter has other meanings."

"Do you think Sir Moriel is inferior to Rhodes? You bastard who can only spy on the enemy, why didn't I see your evil eye when you went out to fight?" Seeing Ajit contradicting himself, the Minotaur said angrily.

Ajit glared at him angrily. He was about to say something, but when he heard the big red dragon speak, he had no choice but to shut his mouth angrily.

"Quiet. This is not a surrender letter sent by Rhodes, but a marriage contract... It says that Rhodes is willing to return the Dragon Blood Bottle and the Dragon King's divine power, and on this condition, he will marry me and conclude the strongest alliance. In the future, we will divide the world together..."

Listening to Moriel's narration, all the magicians were stunned. They never imagined that what was mentioned in the parchment turned out to be this kind of content. That Rhodes was simply audacious.

Among all the subordinates, the one who reacted the most violently was Kilger. Even the steel claws appeared: "I think that Rhodes was simply frightened by you for making such a ridiculous request. We should give him the harshest punishment." Fight back and let him understand how powerful you are. Only a great warrior like me is qualified to marry you, not that insidious and cunning Necromancer who dare not even show his shadow."

Kilger's words aroused the ruthless ridicule of the sorcery magnates: "You should take care of yourself first. Why do you want to marry Lord Moriel? I don't think you know what happened in the Crulod Wasteland. What."

"What are you talking about? You'd better explain clearly!" Kilger looked stunned, then pointed the steel claw at the magic magnate and questioned what she just said.

The magic magnate was also unwilling to be outdone. She was not afraid of this barbarian lord. She had long been dissatisfied with the barbarian's rude behavior, so she immediately prepared to cast a spell. Under the dissuasion of other magicians in the field, the two glared at each other. After that, they all stopped talking.