.The sun has risen high after the morning mist that has not yet dissipated, but the battle that has lasted for a night in the canyon still shows no sign of ending.

Gold and iron sing, blood splattered, bears and elves roared together, and the humans and Dowl on the periphery held various weapons, watching the wall in fear.

Although each bear in the unlucky bear squadron has sharp steel claws installed on the front paws, the sword blessed by the gods is still vulnerable to the sword against the elf knight. Even if it is lucky enough to stab their bodies, the excellent magic armor can block the damage of most ordinary weapons. In the initial confrontation, there was only courage, but the offensive "spray" and the defense "shield" are not as casualties as the opponent's bears. They howled shrillly, and rolled on the snow with holes.

However, the bears' weapons are not just the steel claws on the bear's paws. Their huge bodies are the best weapons. Under the leadership of Mr. Druid Winnie, more than 200 bears jumped towards the elves knights lined up in close formations. Although many were killed by pistols, magic or long swords in the air, the number of elves was only one-third of that of the bears. In the dull sound of collisions, slender elves knights were crushed to the ground by the bears flying over, and started a zero-distance hand-to-hand fight.

No matter how powerful a warrior is, if he doesn't even have space to stretch out his hands, he will not be able to swipe even if he is skilled in martial arts. The huge bear and the slender elves rolled and beaten in the snow where the military boots were stomped into a quagmire, reducing the war skills from the profession level to the baby level. In pure brute force confrontation, the elves were unable to defend themselves and suffered a great loss. Many knights were very unlucky to be crushed by the bears of the stacked harem, and they vomited blood and died.

However, the knights blessed by the gods will never be so fragile. The holy power attached to the armor and weapons is not a decoration, and the sword blades of their companions can also help them get rid of the heavy furry troubles on their bodies. With the golden light on the church knights, the unlucky bears kept swinging their limbs helplessly, and were bounced into the air by the sudden repulsive force of the small opponent, and then a long sword or bullet hit the ground.

However, the bears rushed bravely, and while successfully blocking the elves' footsteps, they also plucked up the courage of the rest of the giant bear army soldiers. After pouring a large pot of homemade spirits, the dwarves snatched the mace from the shaking orcs and shouted drunken words that no one could understand. Although humans and Zoer had not evolved back into berserkers who dared to fight hand-to-hand combat, they had basically recovered the level of militia hiding away from a distance to fight cold guns. Although the elves eager to break through were steady in the face of more and more frequent attacks and were not eliminated by these weak soldiers, the original plan to collapse and surround him became a dream.

As the battle situation continued to entangle, soldiers of other races in the Elf Army who did not run far also stopped and returned to the battlefield one after another with the encouragement of their superiors' heroic fighting. They pulled out their weapons between the charred ashes and the stacked corpses, and with the people who had just degenerated from quick berserkers to cowards, and then evolved into half-baked militias, people launched long-distance shooting. The canyons once again made gunshots, as if the Elf Army had begun a full-scale counterattack and were about to turn the situation around.

However, this is just a rebirth. The moment the unlucky bear squadron rushed up again, the elves had lost their last chance to retreat. When more than a dozen artillery ground wheels rolled over the bodies of humans, elves, drows, dwarves and bears, aiming their dark muzzles into a ball of goblins, all resistance lost its meaning.

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Sofia Leahton gasped, knelt on the ground with one leg, and supported herself in the mixed blood of the blood with one hand, barely supporting herself not to fall down. Her whole body was covered with blood from herself and others, and her clothes were torn into pieces by bullets and bear paws. The mount under her straddled had already been covered with lead particles and hissed and died when the first round of shotgun storm came. Even the saber with her was too chopped and could not be curled into the sheath. She had to throw it on the ground at will. Looking to the left, there were layers of corpses on the left. Looking to the right, there were layers of corpses on the right. The gunshots in the distance were no longer ringing, and there were more and more enemies in front of her. The choking blood and smoke were filled with a strong smell of death.

For many years, Sofia Leahton has not encountered such a desperate situation in many years. Even the time she was defeated by Chief Tekumse of the Mazka continent, she did not feel so critical or helpless. Now, she truly felt the arrival of death. This was the first time she had left the assassination business, and probably the last time.

The last group of knights sent by the church were still fighting dozens of times the enemy, and killed these dark elves who completely failed the reputation of their ancestors retreated step by step. But even the armor that had been blessed by the gods could not eliminate the destructive power of the ten-pound lead bullet kinetic energy. Listening to the difficult orders of the enemy artillery, the next round of artillery should be coming soon.

She was unwilling to give up and was unwilling to accept it. The enemy in front of her had neither courage nor combat skills. She rushed up blindly like street hooligans and then scattered without discipline. These cowardly Naserels did not dare to fight with themselves by hand and hand, but they had no military demeanor to drive wild beasts to act as cannon fodder, bombarded their last infantry with heavy cannons, and also let the snipers fired cold guns in hand-to-hand combat - she never thought about whether she wanted to massacre civilians against the military demeanor, but she always asked others with high standards in her heart to cultivate hatred. This is also the ultimate trick of Chevrolet, the god of elf hatred, to recruit believers: to restrain herself loosely, to demand others strictly, and to hate if she could not realize her wishes. The cultivation of anti-system elements is so easy.

She was also very depressed and regretful. No matter how incompetent and ugly the enemy was, she lost if she lost. Unlike her distant relative Idriel Learton, who was afraid of death, Sofia Learton never had the habit of preparing teleportation ornaments on her body, nor had she any intention to enter the prisoner-of-war camp. The bravest elf warrior in front of His Highness Chevrolets. How could she bow to the lackey of the alien god? But now, she regretted that she had not prepared a way out to save her life.

The screams of various languages, the collision of various weapons and the sound of sharp blades entering the flesh gradually became smaller

The man shouted in horror and slowly retreated, but this pair of extremely tired Jingjue was not a time to breathe and rest, but the beginning of a more severe test.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The smoke ball rose and the projectiles roared. With the explosion, Sofia's ears buzzed and completely lost his hearing. The soil and gravel hit her body with broken limbs and weapons, and blood marks were drawn, and it finally stopped gradually. She barely raised her head, which was shocked, and wiped off the floating soil on her face in a daze, but was surprised to find that the surroundings seemed to have become brighter.

No, it wasn't that the surroundings were getting brighter, but that all the elves knights around her had fallen down. No one could resist the lead bullets shot from the enemy and the bears that rushed over for her. Sofia looked up at her despite her ears still beating. Hundreds of black gun barrels were aimed at her, and there were still a pile of bears with bad intentions and fierce eyes squeezed behind the gun. She was so scared that she got up and took a quick step back, but was tripped by a corpse and sat down on the ground.

The enemy soldiers still surrounded her, an old woman, with the muzzle and spear tip pointing to her chest, with no sign of relaxation. After a while, the crowd was suddenly stirred up and gave way out a passage. A young woman in a priest's robe walked over. She stood ten steps away from her and said something. But Sofia's ears were still buzzing, and she heard nothing clearly, but she just stared at the visitor with her muddy one-eyed eyes.

After a while, the female priest saw that she had no reaction. She repeated the words just now even louder. This time, Sofia could barely hear something clearly. Although the female priest's goblin language was both verbose and not very standard, she could still distinguish the words of surrender, life, safety, etc. This was enough to make her understand what was going on.

The first warrior who wants to serve His Highness Chevrolet surrendered humiliatingly? This is a joke! Don’t talk about whether Sofia herself is willing to surrender. Even if she really surrenders, the enemy has long hated her for the killings she has in the past, and it may not necessarily give her any normal treatment. In addition, the Learton family and the Kingdom government will not redeem her as a thorn in her eyes, but will only let her die on the side of the enemy. Even the Chevrolet Church, which values ​​her most, cannot forgive such cowardly and betrayal behavior. Maybe the church will send assassins to silence and declare that it is purely fabricated to avoid the church setting a brilliant example and being stained.

While a mortal is praised by an organizational propaganda machine to be extremely great, it also means that any retreat will make him fall to pieces. It is exactly the old saying: the higher you climb, the harder you fall!

Idriel Leahton can live in a prisoner of war camp, but she, Sofia Leahton, is absolutely not allowed, neither the enemy nor the self-centered!

She looked at the female priest who was thinking about credit and crazy. She was about to make a gesture of contempt, but the corner of her eyes swept across the floor of the corpse, put down her raised hand, and then she spit out words from her mouth that were completely inconsistent with her heart.

"Do you have the right to decide that I can be treated in accordance with my identity? I want to get the guarantee of your supreme officer!"

Seeing that the "Ghost Rose" in front of her was really intentionally surrendered, Renee was extremely excited. The last time she captured a mere major general in Idriel, the central government of the empire was amazed. If the "Ghost Rose" that was famous was able to be brought back alive this time, her little boyfriend would probably be able to be promoted to a few more levels! She hurriedly responded to Sofia's request and dragged out Feili, who was huddled behind the crowd.

"Are you the highest commander here?" Sofia asked in confusion when he saw a bald young man in casual clothes appearing in front of him.

"It is precisely, in the Lower Feri Taylor, he is now in office as the commander of the Giant Bear Legion." Feri showed off his rank of lieutenant colonel and mage badge, and then persuaded Sofia to surrender again, "...I promise that you will receive civilized and reasonable treatment after surrender."

Seeing the guarantee, Sofia sighed deeply, picked up his saber, raised his head with both hands, and knelt down at Feili. Feili also took the saber with both hands and completed this traditional surrender ceremony. Seeing that the enemy had surrendered, the soldiers around him also relaxed, put down their guns and carried their weapons back on their shoulders.

After presenting the saber, Sofia supported the ground with her hands and wanted to stand up. But her legs and feet seemed not very flexible. As soon as she stood up and walked a few steps, she was tripped to the ground by a corpse. Feili looked back and signaled the two soldiers to help her, and then turned around again.

But at this moment, Sofia nimblely snatched his flint-pull from the corpse of the giant bear legion, and pointed the muzzle at Feili's back before the others reacted - the gun had been loaded!

"You're fooled, little guy!"

Sofia Leahton's old face, like a dead tree bark, showed a grim smile on his face. He pulled the trigger at the alchemist who had not figured out what had happened, and a series of sounds rang out in the flash.

The gear striking flint makes the sound of Mars.

The sound of gunpowder burning and explosion.

The sound of metal popping out due to explosion.

The only problem is that it is not the bullet that pops up, but the barrel itself.

A famous general, an unprecedented super butcher, a "ghost rose" that shoulders the resentment of creatures all over the world. The marshal of the Elf Kingdom, Sofia Leahton, died of a blowout due to the quality of the muskets produced by the New Demon Sobrey City Ordnance Factory. The cause of his death was to be disappointed, compared with Lieutenant General Thorne Nome who fell to his carriage on the eve of the final battle.

History is so fond of cruel jokes. The way of dying celebrities from all walks of life is often not commensurate with their identities. Only death itself is fair and consistent. The battle to defend the city of New Demon Sobrey ended.
Chapter completed!