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Text Chapter 257 The Funeral of Crows

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    Thousands of Chaos warriors swarmed into the gap in the city wall, like a torrent breaking through a river embankment. Infantry and cavalry mixed together, and purple military flags fluttered feverishly on the forest of spears.  .Among them were Kulgan warriors wearing pointed helmets decorated with bird feathers and animal tails, as well as tall Norse warriors wearing double-horned bronze helmets and chainmail, with excited roars, war drums, and horns.  The sounds rise and fall one after another, like a shocking ensemble.  "Victory is ours. My lady's main force should be here soon. She will definitely reward me heavily for capturing Kislevgrad!" About half an hour later, Dessalin, the great witch of the Kurgan beast system,  Looking at the burning light and shadow and the echoing killing sounds in the city, I thought about it with some pride.  Nearly 10,000 of the 20,000 Kurgan-Nosian coalition forces commanded by her broke into the city. They launched attacks from the left and right through the gap, seizing the 100- to 200-meter-long city wall, and inserting Shasha on many crenellations.  Lux purple military flag.  Now, most of their troops are rushing into the city, and one-third of their troops are attacking the two towers separately. The enemy's defensive shell has collapsed, and Kislevgrad will fall into the hands of the Chaos army!  "Hmm Do you want to rush into the city wall too? Forget it! My magic power has been exhausted. Now is not the time to be a hero." The black-haired witch held her cheek with her hand and gently  started talking to himself.  Although the boiling killing sounds and leaping flames made her a little unbearable, her reason told her not to act rashly. Although she had the strong body of a beast wizard, she was not a battle mage, but used control and assistance magic.  To be good at.  With the full use of that magic, one of her cold-horned behemoths has the power to defeat three chaotic mammoths, but the wizard's own defense will be weak and vulnerable.  In any case, when victory has been achieved, it is better not to take risks!  But suddenly, she felt something strange, followed by a huge pain that tore through her mind!  Almost instantly, it seemed as if a layer of death fog covered her body, making her feel a terrifying aura that she rarely encountered.  She tried to use magic to defend herself, but it was already too late, because several cold claws had already penetrated her chest!  "There is an assassin! Catch the assassin! Lady Dessaline has been attacked!" The Chaos Dancer and the Kulgan warriors screamed one after another, and the whirling flash of magic and the sound of the sword being unsheathed merged into one.  But it was already too late. Dessaline's body fell down like a puppet, sliding heavily down the Coldhorn Beast's back.  Almost at the same time, the silent cold-horned beast suddenly jumped up crazily and galloped feverishly, crushing the surprised Kulgan cavalry under their feet.  Several lightning-like black shadows jumped around it, as agile as jackdaws flying across the sky.  ¡ª¡ª "The funeral crows seem to have  Harvest, and their souls will forever return to His Majesty the Supreme God Emperor." In a small forest four leagues away from the edge of the Chaos Camp, a tall black figure looked at the gradually shining magic stone in his hand, calmly.  sighed.  His voice was old, but it carried an indescribable coldness and majesty, like a sharp blade and an ice peak.  "Yes, may the immortal wings of the crows fly forever, and may the flesh and blood of heretics and demons be swallowed up by the crows!" More than a dozen voices rang out neatly, most of them were young, male and female, but they had common characteristics.  It was the same cold, seemingly expressionless aura.  They all stood behind the tall black figure, wearing black cloaks and crow's-beak-shaped helmets, with only the lower half of their faces exposed. The sharp shoulder armor on their shoulders was like the wings of a jackdaw.  "The crows will always fly on the road to bury the enemy. Your souls are tougher than the meager body!" The tall black shadow gently stretched his palm to the sky, and then waved a pattern of Saint Sigmar's cross, with  The black smoke and white sparks seemed to be performing some kind of prayer ceremony.  At this moment, his voice gradually became louder, but it was still so cold.  "The sublimated flames of the crows' souls will burn away heretics and demons. This is the greatest meaning of the short lives of the crows! Rest in peace! My crows! The Immortal God-Emperor and the Iron Tribunal will remember your names!  " At this moment, a faint flash of light illuminated his body, and his stern face could be seen under the black hood.  It was a slender face, an old face without a beard. A huge scar slanted across his left eye and the bridge of his nose to the corner of his mouth, almost dividing the stern face into two halves, adding to the coldness of the old man.  It has a breathtaking momentum.  "It seems that the enemy's general offensive is making great progress. Kislevgrad is in danger. Do you want to notify the army?" A few minutes later, a tall woman took a step closer and gently bent her knees.??posed her question to the majestic old man.  She has a good figure, but one arm is completely in the shape of a mantis sickle, with a dark blue serrated blade that is slightly weird.  "The army has its eyes and ears. We have our own responsibilities. The army will do what they should do. Forget about this and continue to take action, my warriors." The majestic old man waved his hand gently.  , his voice was calm, but with unquestionable force.  "We understand, Your Excellency Ceuta!" With the gentle bow of the mantis woman, more than a dozen voices sounded neatly at the same time, and the warriors in black cloaks walked up to the old man one after another, solemnly  He saluted, then jumped up like lightning and ran towards the chaotic camp, as fast as the wind blending into the night sky.  ¡ª¡ª    Over there  When the strange twists and turns outside Kislevgrad came to an end, the war inside Kislevgrad was still raging.  The Chaos warriors who swarmed in did not know the news of the assassination of their general Miko, and more other Chaos troops came in a steady stream. The red-walled capital seemed to have turned into the sweetest fruit.  The indescribable charm attracts the boiling swarm of bees.  "You misunderstood! Misunderstood!" Facing the dagger of the girl in white, Hyde explained eagerly, becoming confused for a moment.  But the current scene was indeed a bit embarrassing. The tall girl was lying in his arms, her long eyebrows raised in surprise, and her face was full of anger and grievance.  She may not have understood the situation and confusedly regarded Hyde as her enemy.  But the tension disappeared immediately, because the girl seemed too weak to use the dagger. With just a slight side of Hyde, the shining dagger hit his breastplate, and fell to the ground with a snap, lost.  any threat.  At the same time, the girl's hand dropped weakly, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of her pink mouth.  "Kill me! Pawn of Chaos! Kill me! I will never be a prisoner!" She shouted feebly, and tried to bite Hyde's arm, but she had almost no strength to move.  The grievance and anger made big tears slide down her beautiful cheeks, and her short golden hair hung loosely, with a special charm.  At this moment, she was so beautiful, as beautiful as an angel with broken wings.  (To be continued.)
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