It is really embarrassing to speak out about the master's folly.

"No problem, bring it over." Holleru said.

He ordered another man: "Bring some ropes and chains."

Soon the ballista and the iron chain were delivered to the Holy Dew.

Indeed, as the soldiers said, the bowstring and precise structure of the ballista had been destroyed by the dragon's flames, and all that was left was just a piece of charred wood.

But the thick crossbow arrows were still in good condition, because they were kept separately for easy transportation and were not burned by Greg.

Holleru grabbed the iron chain, tied it to the thick crossbow arrow, and then threaded the iron chain onto the crossbow cart.

Then he grabbed the crossbow arrow and threw it into the sky.

The sharp crossbow arrow pierced the body of the flying dragon, and then the ballista directly hit the body of the flying dragon, taking it higher and then throwing it away.

Even if the crossbow arrow did not hit the flying dragon, the huge crossbow would not allow the flying dragon to dodge, and the flying dragon would be injured by the collision.

Holylu followed suit and quickly cleared all the flying dragons from the sky.

The two Troll Demon Cuckoos had long noticed this macho man descended from the sky, and they roared at Holyrood, creating an astonishingly powerful sound.

Holylu smashed the ground with her foot, roared and rushed in front of the mountain monster, grabbed the mountain monster's helmets with each hand, and knocked each other.

When the mountain demon fell to the ground, there were already two headless corpses.

The troll knight was killed instantly, and the cuckoos finally couldn't hold on any longer and began to flee towards the city wall in the direction of Lienia.

Holylu waved her big palm like a cattail fan, and the cuckoo fan flew out before it could escape, and chased it all the way to the city gate.

The cuckoo knights mounted their horses and ran in all directions.

Having seen Holylu's power, the cuckoos believed that they could easily be chased by him on horseback.

So the cuckoos tacitly chose to disperse and fly away when disaster strikes, and prayed that they would not be the unlucky ones targeted.

A Cuckoo Knight looked back while riding his horse, and found that Holylu was still standing at the gate of the city and did not catch up.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they discovered that the muscular evil demon had no intention of killing them all.

Then I saw Holelu bending down and inserting her hands into the ground.

What is this doing?

Dujuan, who noticed the movements of Helailu, was confused.

Two seconds later, their doubts were answered.

Lienia Lake District

Knock, who was observing the battle in Stone City from a distance, suddenly noticed a large number of cuckoos pouring out of Stone City, and he didn't know what they were hiding from.

She is far away from the battlefield, and even with the eyesight of an archer, she can only identify people by looking at the color patches on their clothing.

Just as Nok was wondering, he saw the ground suddenly rising up like a wave, taking the city wall of Stone City as the boundary.

The hard rocky ground surged like waves, like dough in the hands of a pastry chef, or like sheets shaking in the hands of a washerwoman.

Above the waves, the cuckoo man is riding his horse.

The rising ground then collapsed, killing all the cuckoos that could not stay away.

Not a single cuckoo escaped.

Looking at this natural disaster-like scene, Nok broke into a cold sweat.

After swallowing, Nok shrank deeper into the branch, facing away from Stone City.

"Forget it, I can't help."

Nok felt that he had done all his kindness to Wu Ming, so he jumped down from the tree and ran away with peace of mind.

In Stone City, Holelu stood up slowly after dealing with Du Juan and let out a deep breath.

The muscles all over his body suddenly relaxed, and sweat was expelled from his pores, which then evaporated into water vapor under the heat of strenuous exercise.

In the mist of water vapor, Hola Lu's figure was twisted, looking even more powerful and mysterious.

His whole body muscles trembled, he shook off the water vapor and returned to Stone City.

The battle was over, and no one was left to clean up the mess. Even those whose limbs were cut off endured the pain and remained silent, looking at Holero with hopeful eyes.

On the battlefield, they were willing to identify this man as the great King Godfrey.

But when the war is over and the soldiers disperse in a frenzy, they still hope to hear the answer with their own ears.

Hailelu looked around at the warriors present and smiled:

"I'm back."

The simple words once again stirred up huge waves, and cheers resounded in the sky of Stone City. The soldiers raised their weapons and shouted the name of the legend:

"King Gefulei! King Gefulei!"

The most excited person is Greg.

Just when he couldn't hold on any longer, he saw with his own eyes that his longing ancestor defeated the mountain demon and saved Shi Dongcheng and him.

Greg pushed aside the soldiers and stumbled towards Holero, tears about to flow down his face.

After the limb grafting, his body shape was no less than that of Holero, but when Greg looked at Holero, he could still only look up to his great ancestor.

"The great King Godfrey!" Greg waved his arms incoherently, "I am Greg, I am a descendant of the golden clan. Have you witnessed my heroic battle?"

When Holylu first entered the city, Greg was being beaten by the Troll Knight, but Greg believed that his heroic act of killing the cuckoo soldiers must have been seen by his ancestors, and he excitedly sought recognition.

Seeing Greg, Holley's faint smile disappeared when she faced the soldier.

He glanced at Greg's appearance, looking at the king ax caught behind his back, without making any comment.

Holeilu spoke, with a calm and dignified tone:

"I'm here to get my armor."

"Your armor?" Greg was stunned at first, then quickly realized and ordered the soldiers to get it.

When King Gefulei became the Faded One and left the border area, he left his armor in the major cities.

It was a gift and a declaration: it represented that the king would one day return and take back his glory.

Holylu already had arm armor and leg armor on his body, and his armor is preserved in Stonewell City.

Silver-plated iron armor with exquisite carvings, underneath a skirt made of leather and chain mail, decorated with leather and animal hair.

The armor is not thick, and its protective ability is not outstanding. Its greater function is to highlight the majesty of the king.

Greg looked at Helailu in armor and was so excited that tears filled his eyes:

"Great King Godfrey, do you want to lead us back to the foot of the golden tree?"

The other soldiers also looked at Holero.

Many of the soldiers who are still willing to follow Grek are veterans from the Royal City. They have seen the prosperity of the Royal City and miss the glory of the past.

Holylu did not nod, but the first words she spoke made Greg's heart freeze:

"You can't keep up with me."

"What, what does this mean, great ancestor..." Greg panicked, "We will try our best to keep up, we also have horses..."

Holylu glanced at them:

"This is a tributary of the border. Even if you are defeated, the road ahead will be even more difficult."

"We are not afraid of difficulties!" some passionate soldiers shouted.

Other soldiers also shouted.

Holylu raised her hand slightly to signal everyone to be quiet.

The entire audience immediately fell into silence.

Holelu thought for a while and said:

"Let's do this. Whoever can stand next, I will allow him to come with me."

Saying that, Holelu raised her right leg and stepped on the ground.

A shock wave emitted from under his feet, the ground shook violently, and the soldiers fell down one after another.

Only Greg stumbled and did not fall.

This is also due to the fact that his legs are connected through joints, and there are many arms branching out from the legs for support.

The soldiers stood up with gloomy expressions. They couldn't even catch the King of War's stamp on the ground, so how could they accompany him?

If a battle really breaks out, they will probably only hold the king back.

At this time, there were footsteps coming from one side.

The pace was steady and not affected by the shock.

A knight in heavy dark red armor with an ancient golden tree pattern painted on the armor slowly approached.
To be continued...