With her profound knowledge, Kaelina once predicted that the replacement of the King of Elements would take a week. But now, when this almost impossible assumption becomes a reality, it is quite different from what the prayers had conjectured—
The long "winter of elements" lasted for seven weeks.
April 5, 2008 in the Ishutoli calendar was the first day that flames returned to the present world.
The deceased almost traveled across the entire continent of Lorendan within these two months. The iron hoof of the nightmare is like an unstoppable tide, stepping over Alazea, Storgard, Fahdod, and finally the Glendale River, which is still roaring in the severe winter.
"It's here." Roland jumped off the Yufeng Horse, then reached out to Shifan, "Come down."
Here is the Yahevi Mountains, the highest point of the First Divide. From the top of the mountain where the wind is raging, the whole world has a panoramic view. The vast mountains are churning and leaping in the boundless sea of clouds, like huge monsters in the vast ocean, with their snow-covered peaks cutting through the ocean, and hiding their majestic bodies under the sea of clouds. The sun's bathing highlights the pale golden outlines of the nearby mountain peaks that are integrated with the white clouds, while in the farther horizon, the mountains merge with the blue clear sky, and together describe a vague and ethereal horizon.
And at the end of this vast sea of clouds, there is a bright and vivid emerald color.
There is no Aurora and no Shinto, but the World Tree has quietly appeared in this world, patiently waiting for the end of Ishutori.
Maybe it's feeling the aura from Ishutoli, or maybe it's still a little doubt about the future. In short, since entering Fahdod, Shifan's words have become less and less. At this moment, she didn't show too much emotion, but just stared at the World Tree stretching out of the sky from the sky.
"There is the end of our journey. However, I don't think it will be the end of the world." The blond young man glanced at the silent girl beside him, "Are you ready?"
"Well, I'm ready." After taking a deep breath, the girl replied.
If the fire phoenix is summoned directly, it will not take long to reach the place where the crown of the tree is, but this is only a theory—because the man who vowed to get rid of the shackles of the gods must be waiting at the place he agreed with Ishutoli at this moment. The holy cross sword must have been unsheathed at this moment.
There are no shortcuts. The path you choose must be pioneered with all your strength.
"According to the previous reconnaissance, Mobadi mobilized at least 50,000 troops." Richard narrated in a calm tone, "30,000 of them did not enter the Yahewei Mountains, presumably due to insufficient capabilities, so They can only serve as blockade and support missions. What we really need to face are 20,000 elites, who have already entered the Yahehewei Mountains. Of course, this does not include the Shadow Dragon Clan."
Excluding the undead dragons who escorted the goddess to the end, the current number of the Ice Crown Knights is 800-on average, one person must fight against 25 enemies.
"It doesn't matter, an opponent of this level is nothing." Alsace's eyes were taken for granted, without arrogance. It may be difficult for them to take an inch. But the death knights have long been accustomed to the Nordson environment, and this will be a very suitable battlefield."
"The large magic phalanx has been set up, and the entire area from here to the World Tree is within the range of the mage's support." Lich asked, "Is the Knights ready?"
Alsace turned his head and looked at his comrades who had been through life and death with him. With 60 people as a team, a total of 14 brigades are neatly lined up on the top of the silver-white mountain—this is the last legacy left by the Knights of the Ice Crown since the War of the Gods. There are fewer death knights now than in their heyday long ago, yet the fire in their eyes is hotter than ever.
Who would hold back when a centuries-old wish is right in front of them
Even though he knew that the enemy with a superior force was on the opposite side, the persistent deceased did not hesitate at all. That kind of look makes people feel that this army is not afraid of life and death at all, just galloping on horseback, going to cross thousands of mountains and rivers to hit the edge of heaven and earth.
"What do you think?" The head of the Knights asked with a smile.
"It seems that I am talking nonsense." Richard nodded, also showing a long-lost smile.
The magic net is connected, and the consciousness network is connected. The pendant on the death knight's chest emits a faint light, guarding his master like dancing notes.
"How are you?" The commander-in-chief of the undead army turned his attention to the end of Ishutori and her guardian.
"No problem." The black-haired girl answered before Roland.
"Then, the whole army advance~!" The death knight issued an order loudly. Under the urging of the master, the black nightmare broke the silence, let out a long hiss, and jumped down from the snow-covered cliff. Then, the phalanx behind Alsace accelerated instantly, following the leader and rushing down the high cliff without hesitation, like a pure black tide rushing towards the white that hides the unknown and death without confusion.
The entire Yahewei Mountains have become the battleground for the goddess knights and the traitors. On this endless silver-white battlefield, even if hundreds of thousands of people attack at the same time, they cannot form a tight combat belt. Therefore, the only The method is to divide into several groups to fight.
The elite troops led by Zephyris totaled 3,500 people. In addition to warriors with strong sword skills, the team not only has high-level mages and rangers who are good at fighting in the snow, but also includes five vampires. This kind of task force with extremely strong combat and survivability is definitely the most difficult nail in the eyes of the opposing commander. However, it is unbelievable that there is only one person who came to deal with this elite team~!
When that vigorous figure flashed from the snow, the dart in Nightingale's hand immediately shot out.
The opponent didn't change his face, and didn't even intend to draw out his weapon. He just stretched out two fingers and firmly clamped the dart that shuttled like a meteor.
"Don't worry, report your name first." The gray-haired, red-eyed death knight took a step forward, "I am the leader of the Ice Crown Knights, Arthas."
"I'm Zephyris." Nightingale suppressed the wavering in her heart and replied coldly. The power condensed on the dart is enough to penetrate the magic barrier, but the opponent can catch it so easily, which really surprised her. But no matter what, the current situation is three thousand and five against one, even if he has attainments in Yunyao's profound meaning, the situation still has no suspense.
"Bai Fengze Felice? You just killed my three subordinates in the woods before entering the moon capital?" The undead smiled slightly, "Your use of anti-gravity technology is very good, and you can beat the death knight Innate ability, but the battle in the future is not as simple as jumping on the branches, it is best to be mentally prepared."
"Are you really planning to deal with an army alone?" Nightingale sneered.
"As long as the environment is right, the death knight can also exert greater destructive power than the prayer man." The undead said as he took out a small gem from his bosom, and threw it towards the cliff at will. Accompanied by the death knight's relaxed words, the gem exploded violently, making a deafening roar.
No one was hurt. But then, the vibration on the ground made Zephyris suddenly wake up.
The opponent wants to trigger an avalanche~!
"Defend quickly~!" Before the commander shouted, the mages had already started to cast coagulation to stabilize the disintegrating snow. With the support of the magic power of the high-ranking mage, the shaking ground gradually returned to calm, but the next moment, the fire meteor falling from the sky caused a haze of despair to appear in everyone's eyes.
The role of the blasting stone is only for positioning. What is really used to trigger an avalanche is not a short explosion, but a huge meteor summoned by the liches. One of the classic tactics of the Continental Conquest, and now it will bury Ishutoli's enemies again.
The meteorite summoned by the large magic phalanx hit the top of the mountain, and then, an unstoppable avalanche covered all sight, like an enraged beast, rushing towards the army of traitors overwhelmingly.
There was no time for introspection or anger, for Arthas drew his sword as the elite were swallowed by the flood.
The five vampires all spread out the wings hidden in their bodies, flying in the air in a semicircular trajectory like bats. However, when the passing black shadows tried to attack the death knights, the light of the Jingwang sword cut them apart in an instant, and the only one who wanted to escape was caught up by the death entanglement, and the whole body exploded in the air. The falling blood rain stained the pure white snow red.
"Now it's one-on-one, let's have a duel between Yunyao and Yunyao." The eyes of the undead were shining with excitement.
The previous "suggestion" is not sensational, because the current situation is indeed extremely severe-for ordinary humans, there is no foothold at all, and even the nightingale can barely avoid being caught by the roaring avalanche by jumping non-stop. devour.
The two Yunyao swordsmen who also used soft swords galloped on the silver torrent, attacking each other while falling at a very high speed. From a distance, the two people's moving trajectories are just like the trajectories of paintbrushes. From time to time, there will be long straight lines and sudden bends, and then at a certain point, the blades of the swords will collide for a flash. Gone spark.
Like a flame lit at the cost of life.
The skill of using a soft sword is much higher than that of an ordinary long sword, even if it is described as an art, it is not too much. What kind of vibration will the sword body produce after the two swords intersect, what kind of influence will it have on both sides, how to use this influence to control the direction of the sword body, how to use the unique entanglement of the soft sword to deflect the opponent's attack, all are A technique that Zephyris has painstakingly learned and practiced in countless battles.
But these techniques were all deftly dispelled by the death knight in front of him. What's more, Nightingale felt that her sword path was gradually being drawn into the rhythm of the opponent's layout, and it was becoming more and more difficult to escape.
Jumping at a very high frequency makes the feet feel numb. If the stalemate continues, he will either be cut in two or swallowed by an avalanche.
The only way is to resort to a desperate attack—like the death knight, Nightingale also carries a lot of magic items presented by Mortidal, and now is the time to use it—such as this acceleration magic. During the confrontation, Zefelis uttered a word, and the next moment, her body was pushed forward at a high speed driven by supernatural force. Running towards Alsace at a distance of more than ten steps, there was a sharp popping sound in the air.
Faced with this almost desperate attack, even the death knight had no choice but to dodge. But the impact of this sword was too strong, the moment of parrying, Jingwang Sword suddenly bent into a semicircle, and then flew out from the hands of the undead.
I won~!
Regardless of the dizziness caused by the sudden acceleration, Nightingale immediately turned around and stabbed the unarmed death knight with her long sword.
Facing the sharp blade pointing straight between his brows, Arthas' eyes changed—a change that made Zephyris feel very uncomfortable. Those fiery pupils seemed to declare, "Actually, it's this kind of critical moment that I'm longing for."
The next moment, the death knight moved, the speed even surpassed Nightingale's imagination. In the blink of an eye, that shadow-like existence had already entered within the range of the female swordsman's confrontation. Alsace grabbed Nightingale's sword-holding right hand with his left hand, and then released a punch with his right hand.
This punch hit Zephyris' heart.
The Jingwang sword "Yunyao" flipped in mid-air, and it took several seconds before it fell again, and one hand firmly caught it.
If the endless Yahevi Mountains are a white sea, then this sea is boiling at this moment—Lich fireballs fall from the sky one after another, and the buzzing sound of rubbing the air is piercing. Then, when these crimson meteorites hit the mountain peak, they would cause even bigger ripples, just like the ripples when stones enter the water.
It's just that each ripple is actually an avalanche with a width of several kilometers, and each ripple devours an incalculable amount of life. Even if you look down from a high altitude, you can still feel the trembling of the leylines and the shaking of the mountains.
With the passage of time, the number of elite troops of 20,000 decreased rapidly, but the death knights who walked on the snow had almost no losses. Unlike the death knights, who can freely control gravity, the troops of the traitor have no protection from gods or other supernatural forces, and sword skills are useless at this time.
The only way to reverse this extremely passive situation is to search for and destroy the large magic circle set up on the peak.
When Motidal was in charge of strategic scheduling, Brandlud Daho, who was a prayer, took on this task.
For those who have mastered the mysteries of prayer, it is not difficult to search for the source of control from the violent fluctuations in magic power. But before approaching the first watershed in the Yahevi Mountains, a figure stood in front of the prayers.
Both of them are suspended at an altitude of several thousand meters, one relies on the power of prayer to make one's wishes come true, and the other relies on the power of arcane magic to do it in an orderly manner. The vast mountains seem to be the static background, and the roar of the avalanche is like a distant echo. On this high-altitude battlefield far away from the world, you can only hear your own heartbeat and the sound of the wind.
"A mage?" Seeing the Lich's most obvious clothes, Brand Ludt showed disdain, "In front of the prayer technique, the magic power that only belongs to the present world is at an extreme disadvantage, and you have no chance of winning."
"Perhaps, but there is something behind me that must be protected, so there is no room for retreat." Ignoring the opponent's aggressive general, Richard just shrugged, "Besides, how can you judge the outcome without trying it?"
As soon as the undead's voice fell, a bolt of lightning shot out from his fingertips, rushing towards the target in the air.
Facing the rushing electric current, Brandludt didn't intend to dodge at all, and he didn't even intend to put on a defensive posture symbolically—before the power of prayer, such an attack seemed very ridiculous.
Richard also understands this point, because in the past few months, he has asked the end of Ishutori countless questions about prayer in detail, including of course the content of "the defense of what you want". For mortals, the enchantment constructed by imagination is almost impossible to break through, but the weakness of the prayer enchantment is the same - the power of the enchantment will be greatly reduced in places that the prayer man himself has not paid attention to.
The lightning bolt and the dozens of ice arrows and hundreds of empty bombs immediately after the lightning were all attacks used to distract the opponent's attention. As for the real fatal blow, it was not initiated by myself as a mage.
The next moment, a black shadow suddenly fell from a higher sky, shooting straight at the prayer man shrouded in magical light like a shooting star. The moment the two passed by, three purple-gold lightning bolts struck head-on, splashing dazzling light in mid-air.
The griffin leaves with one blow, circles around after slowing down in the air, and enters a translucent state again—
Under the cover of Richard's massive magic, and protected by "Invisibility" and "Eternal Light", Falohide launched an attack. This is the most effective way to attack the prayer. And the first strike without warning will be the best chance to take the opponent's life.
But when the light dissipated, the commander-in-chief of the undead army couldn't laugh.
Brandlud hovered on the opposite side unscathed, not surprised by Fallow's incredible blow. But what made Richard feel suffocated was not the prayer man's calm eyes, but the existence of fluttering wings beside his opponent—it was an emerald-colored dragon creature less than one meter long, with its forehead embedded A ruby that pulses with light.
A spirit dragon.
Legend has it that this rare sub-dragon creature feeds on orderly arcane energy, and no matter how much it is, it can be decomposed in an instant. Therefore, only a small one is needed to make the entire super large magic circle ineffective. In order to crack the defense of the city of flames, the Lich also tried to summon the Spirit Dragon, but in the end it was concluded that "this is just a legend".
"It turns out... there really is a spirit dragon?" Richard showed an unbelievable expression for the first time.
In this way, they can be connected—the reason why Shifan felt the presence of several prayers during the battle of Lorentan was because there was such a conscious body with a higher IQ than ordinary people beside Brandrut.
"It seems that the end of Ishutori has indeed taught you a lot. If it is an ordinary prayer, it may have been split in two by the Jingwang sword." Brand Ludt glanced at the distant place. The circling Griffin Knight snorted, "But I'm different, because from the very beginning, the enchantment set up is 'defense against all physical attacks', so it won't be interfered by your magic at all."
As for Richard's spell barrage, of course they were all swallowed up by the fine dragon. In other words, it was now a one-on-one contest between Faluoshidai and the Prayer, and the Lich had completely lost its ability to fight.
"An attack like this is impossible to stop me." The prayer man took off his fur cloak, revealing the heavy metal armor, shining in the sun, "Before I became a prayer man, I was a knight Rulers from birth, might as well end you with knights now~!"
The former king of Midland drew the broadsword from his waist.
The next moment, accompanied by the slashing movement, a flaming blade with a width of several hundred meters shot out from the edge of the sword, and rushed straight to Richard who was in mid-air. The Lich hurriedly used the transfer phalanx to dodge, but the flame wave that failed did not disappear, but continued to move forward, and finally hit a peak in the Yahewei Mountains, burning the entire top.
The commander of the undead army couldn't help clenching his teeth—a large magic circle of the Ice Crown Knights happened to be hidden on that mountain peak. This blow not only completely destroyed it, but also killed several of his colleagues. .
"It seems that I hit something?" asked the prayer man sarcastically.
The answer to that question was a series of blinding flashes of lightning.
Five kilometers above the Yahevi Mountains, the confrontation between metal and magic is still going on. But as the huge flame blade fell again and again, more and more mountains were destroyed on the battlefield, and the frequency of fire meteors being summoned was obviously reduced, and avalanches became less frequent.
This was all caused by Brand Ludt. The attack method of the prayer is very reminiscent of the profession of "magic swordsman", but compared with Alberta's blade of wind, the attack driven by the mystery of prayer is obviously much more terrifying. To make matters worse, his defense is more of a headache than his opponent's powerful attack.
As a user of Yunyao, Faroshidai's sword skills clearly surpassed Brandlut's. Several times, the Griffon Knights had rushed into the distance of the opponent's confrontation, but even the Jingwang Sword "Bauhinia" could not penetrate that layer of enchantment, and finally returned without success.
As for the powerful spells of Richard Barres, in the eyes of Jingmeilong, they are just delicious snacks.
When the female swordsman's sharp blade splashed sparks on the enemy's barrier again, the calm lich finally became irritable. Damn it... If only I had learned swordsmanship back then, no, I don't need swordsmanship. If I had mastered the skills of archery, I might be able to shoot that bastard dragon down. At least there should be no enchantment on it...
Wait~! Richard looked at his opponent suddenly.
"Faroshidai, have you discovered that guy's weakness?" The lich stopped the magic in his hand.
"Weakness?" The blond woman repeated the words of the other party.
"That's right, think about it carefully, don't you think the phrase 'defense against all physical attacks' has a lot of ambiguity?"
Falozide thought for a while, then nodded: "Although it feels a bit like a word game, it's worth trying."
"My magic power can't last long, so let's end it." A gleam of light flashed across Richard's eyes. At the same time, his right hand was immediately surrounded by a mass of purple-black energy—black magic "withered".
After the first few confrontations, the invisibility magic attached to the griffin had lost its effect, and now Falohide had no chance of a surprise attack. Therefore, the griffin knight chose to make a frontal breakthrough.
"It's very courageous." Brand Ludt raised the broadsword in his hand, "But you are too brave to charge from the front~!" The praying man swung his weapon three times in a row, and the scorching flames The waves swarmed out layer by layer.
Facing the oncoming attack like mountains and seas, the female swordsman did not panic. The griffin's wings suddenly contracted, and then its whole body suddenly fell down. When the flame blade condensed by the prayer technique swept past the top of the head, the rapidly spreading wings immediately pulled Kaiou and Falohide into the sky again.
Richard swung his right hand violently towards Brandrut, a dark force hit like a violent storm, and even Falohidea felt suffocated. However, the Spirit Dragon used its body as a barrier to absorb all the powerful black magic cast by Richard.
Then, the moment they passed each other, Bauhinia once again made a bright mark on the barrier.
"Stupid~!" The prayer sneered.
"That's not necessarily true." Accompanied by the confident words, the long sword in Farrow's hand shook violently.
The tip of the nine-section sword pierced through the Jingmeilong with incomparable accuracy.
In the next moment, the purple-gold snake with its prey in its mouth slashed back again. This time, the sharp blade broke through Brandludt's barrier without hesitation. The sharp Jingwang sword shattered the enemy's armor in one blow, and opened a huge wound, blood spurted out, blowing up in the icy cold wind.
"How is it possible..." It wasn't until the heart-piercing pain spread all over his body that the prayer man finally came back to his senses, and uttered such a sentence unwillingly. Then, the broken and unconscious body fell straight down from a height of 5,000 meters, turned into a black spot in the white mountains, and finally disappeared.
The enchantment of prayer did not fail, and the key to the outcome was the greedy little dragon—because the wall that "defends all physical attacks" did not regard the spirit dragon as an enemy, and therefore, the blade was strung with Jing Meilong's Jingwang Sword was also judged as a harmless friendly, so Zijing was able to easily break through the defense of consciousness and carry out a sure-kill blow.
"However, how did you guess this?" Farrow sheathed his sword with admiration in his eyes.
"According to the principle described by Shi Fan, I should look for 'places where consciousness is not concentrated', but since the other party has made up for this weakness through the Dragon Clan, I can only look for 'places that are not thoughtful'." For a moment, he showed a relaxed expression, but soon, that expression was replaced by solemnity - overlooking from here, at least half of the large magic squares have been destroyed by the power of the prayers.
The battle will become increasingly difficult.
All 3,500 warriors were buried under the irresistible avalanche, and the duel with Yunyao Swordsman had already been decided, so Arthas returned his sword into its sheath.
The death knight's opponent was lying on the ground, the white snow was in stark contrast to the black hair, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was particularly conspicuous. Judging from Zephyris's gradually slackening eyes, she is in the last moment of waking up and dying.
"From the point of view of sword skills, your teacher should be Mobadi Singweis." The deceased leaned down and placed Nightingale's sword on her chest, "Tell me now, that guy is hiding Where?"
"I like you..." The answer was not what was asked and whispered to himself.
The girl looked over the death knight's shoulders and stared at the majestic World Tree above her head, where her beloved lover was waiting for the final battle.
"I like you so much..." Zephyris smiled and coughed violently, "So I'm sorry, although you have always taught me to respect my enemies, but now I can't do that." The girl said with the last words With strength, he grabbed the enemy's wrist.
"I'm sorry, but please come with me." Nightingale's last words were colder than snow.
When Alsace noticed the increasingly bright bracelet on the slender wrist, he finally came to his senses: "Damn~!"
The next moment, the death knight's angry curses were swallowed up by a huge explosion that shook the mountains.