The gray-black giant eagle fluttered across the sky, and its huge wings were coated with a layer of shimmer in the sun. This huge bird of prey seemed to be bathed in a tiny flame, and it shuttled under the clouds, with the reflection reflected in its sharp eyes. The vast land below has been turned into scorched earth, the crystal cluster army wandering on the edge of the land, and the steel legion that is steadily advancing the battle line.
After a slanted sweep, the giant eagle turned its direction and swooped towards the ground rapidly. Its target was the sharp arrow of the Iron Legion.
Sonia Shuangye jumped off the eagle's back nimbly, and walked towards Gao Wen who was not far away amidst the loud "cuckoo" of the giant eagle.
"Thank you for your response," Gao Wen greeted Sonia with a smile, "We really need manpower here."
"I saw it from the sky. This is a terrifying battlefield—I can't help but think of Gondor 700 years ago. The earth was also scorched, and there were monsters wandering everywhere," the high-ranking messenger didn't hide the emotion on his face. And marvel, "But what amazes me even more is your army...to be honest, it's very different from what I've seen."
"I was also a little surprised when I saw these war machines running at full capacity with my own eyes," Gao Wen said indifferently, and glanced into the distance, "This place will not become Gondor—the burned land will still grow new shoots , the plague created by the death of all things will be purified sooner or later, Ansu will have another wound, but the wound will always heal."
"Her Majesty Belsetia is paying attention to this disaster, but unfortunately, the empire in the far south of the continent can't provide any help—she can only order me and all the messengers and rangers I lead to come to help. Except staying in the magnificent wall I brought my whole squad with me, besides Magister Banner, they are still on their way and should be here soon. Rest assured, we are all good scouts after riding the Eagle .”
Gawain smiled: "This is exactly what we are in short supply."
Cecil has no shortage of regular reconnaissance troops—whether elite Iron Rangers or well-trained regiment scouts are excellent ground reconnaissance forces, but as the front advances and the fighting intensity continues to increase, ground reconnaissance troops The pressure is getting bigger and bigger: the entire area ahead is already a heavily polluted area, there is almost no safe place to stand, and human scouts can't infiltrate among the monsters. On the other hand, the cluster giants suffered a series of attacks After the heavy blow, they have already reacted. They have become more vigilant and stricter, and even began to counter Cecil's detection and attack. Under the pressure of the two phases, aerial reconnaissance has become crucial.
Cecil has his own griffin riders, but the number is not many, and the griffins domesticated by humans are far inferior to the elf giant eagle in terms of flying height and speed and adaptability to scouting tasks. At present, anti-gravity technology has not yet Complete analysis, before the aircraft was realized, Gawain called Sonia over, and the Silver Queen, who was also concerned about the disaster in the north of the mainland, issued an order at the same time, allowing the entire courier team including Sonia to " Serving the Principality of Cecil in the form of "employment" and intervening in this war.
"Now we need to figure out the situation in the Red Maple area—there is an unusually large number of crystal cluster legions gathered there, and the combat effectiveness and organization of the crystal cluster giants are obviously higher than those in other areas. I think there is at least a command center there, and all things The high-ranking priests of the Death Society sit in charge."
"Leave it to us, the eyes from the sky will figure out the command center," Sonia nodded happily, "Also, do you have any suggestions?"
"There is only one suggestion," Gawain said unhurriedly, "Try to fly as high as possible—the giants have already begun to understand air defense after being attacked by the Griffin Rider carrying the bomb a few times."
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Successive troops disappeared in the southern land of hills and woods.
An army, an unexpected army is steadily advancing towards the north. It comes from that strange land in the south, and it spreads here like a steady and firm tide along the way. Countless gods The evil individuals lost contact in this process, whether it was a weak "mutant" or a powerful "initial evil", they were all submerged in that tide without distinction.
The commanders far away in Red Maple City couldn't accurately perceive the specific situation on the front line, but they could all feel some of the "characteristics" released by that tide—steel-like determination, ruthless advance, terrible explosion, flames , burn everything...
Dean Heaton stood on the tower of Red Maple Castle, his crystallized eyeballs were filled with angry light: "It's been so long, and you guys can't organize a decent counterattack?!"
A priest who is wearing a priest's black robe, but whose body has almost completely transformed into a godly form, endured the wrath of the headmaster with difficulty: "The magic machines of the Cecilians are very powerful, especially offensive...they can Launching an attack at an extremely long distance, our army of gods and evils can only increase a large number of casualties after forcing a countercharge... "
"So those transforming wastes refuse to carry out the order to charge? That is an order, not a suggestion! It is an order, an order that should be carried out!" Heaton angrily smashed the table and made a loud bang, "The abomination is What? It is a war weapon without fear, no pain, no hesitation, a cold blade! But now those supposedly powerful war weapons are running around the entire plain like driven wild beasts, without dignity!"
The dean was furious, and the priests were silent, but after a short period of venting, Heaton took the initiative to calm down.
He took a deep breath, feeling that his slightly uncontrolled nervous system was rapidly recovering under the suppression of magical power—in order to transform into a more powerful divine individual, he had absorbed too much power in the Abyss of Flesh, which made him He grows stronger, but it also makes his transformation slower, and his temper becomes more violent until the transformation is fully completed.
But after regaining his composure, he could still realize that his anger was meaningless.
He is not very good at military command. In fact, most of the priests of the death of all things are not good at dealing with the battlefield-they are just a dark sect after all, and the high-level members are all priests. The Kingdom Army and most of the forces in the Eastern Territory were destroyed, but that was not because a group of dark priests commanded well, but because the legion was strong enough.
Heaton realized this calmly, and then thought about who was the most suitable for the current situation.
A large number of commanders transformed from the Royal Army and the Eastern Legion are now sent to the north to attack the defense line outside the city of San Sunil. The battle there is very important and cannot be affected. Among the officials, the most useful one is probably that Cloade.
In the east of Red Maple City, in the huge stone city that was almost in ruins, the crystal cluster giant Kelode stood on the high city wall, walking around a little irritably. A little farther away, a powerful snowstorm still hovered between the Castle District and the inner city as if mocking everyone.
A few minutes later, Cloade's pacing back and forth suddenly stopped. He reached out and took out a small crystal ball from his waist. The surface of the crystal ball was constantly shining with light, emitting obvious heat.
Cloade stared fixedly at the crystal ball, and then stretched out his hand to rub its surface. The next second, the voice of Headmaster Heaton came from this magic item solidified with the communication technique: "Don't tell me you Still dealing with that blizzard!!"
"Actually, I'm still dealing with it," Cloade said, suppressing his irritability. "We've encountered unexpected trouble."
God knows why the magic net nodes inside the castle are still running after the magic net nodes outside the castle are destroyed! It's just a little less power, but it's still running!
When the Cecilians made the magic net and taught it to the nobles everywhere, they definitely kept a lot of technical details! That thing is not an "ordinary large magic circle" at all, it is not a magic circle that will stop running after digging out a few key loops and cutting off a few energy connections!
"Listen, I'm not interested in the troubles you've encountered," the voice of Headmaster Heaton continued in the crystal ball, "Our legion has encountered troubles in the south, you..."
Just as Heaton's voice was halfway through, another strange buzzing and whistling sound suddenly reached Cloade's ears, making the dredger giant raise his head subconsciously.
He looked at the blizzard in the castle area, and saw a large swath of turbulence appearing at the top of the powerful and terrifying magical storm. In the gradually weakening storm, countless sharp ice fragments were flying from the top of the cyclone...
The blizzard has abated!
"Your Excellency, the blizzard here has weakened—Victoria Wilder's mana may have been exhausted!"
In the crystal ball, Heaton's voice paused, as if he was also a little surprised. After a short silence, Cloade heard Heaton's voice come again: "Very good, you get rid of that annoying girl first. Duke, then return to Hongfeng immediately, and I will tell you the next task."
The crystal ball dimmed, and Cloade stared at the magic item for a moment before putting it away again.
In the background behind him (it), the blizzard engulfing the castle of the Stone is rapidly disintegrating.
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The barrier is about to collapse.
Victoria Wilde stood quietly on the terrace on the upper floor of the castle, watching the blizzard that was gradually disintegrating, with a cold expression on his face.
She was wearing a white dress improved from a mage's robe, and a silver-white shawl, holding a staff inlaid with crystals and platinum in her hand, and several frosty crystals exuding cold air were beside her Hovering, she stepped on a large magic circle. Countless complex and mysterious lines and runes extended from her feet, all the way to the edge of the terrace, and to the interface of the castle's magic net.
The magic net is still running, but the energy provided has been greatly reduced. Victoria knows that this is because someone has destroyed the magic net unit under the outer wall.
The destroyer doesn't seem to understand the principle of the magic net—Victoria vaguely remembers that the founding hero who came back from the dead once taught herself a few words, one of which is called "modular", which refers to the magic net. A structure that relies on the combination of a large number of individual units.
This modular structure prevented the saboteur from achieving the expected goal, and also maintained the supply of magic power in the inner city to this day, prolonging the time that he can persist. In fact, if he continues to insist forcefully, Victoria can at least keep the blizzard going. three days.
But today, she took the initiative to end the spell.
Knights in gray and white armor stood on the terrace, mages in robes with tired and resolute expressions stood in front of Victoria, and behind them, in the square, garden, inner courtyard, and city walls of the castle, the mountain corps The soldiers have stood on the line of defense, holding swords.
The Duchess looked at these loyal subordinates who had followed her for many years, took a light breath, and stepped forward.
"Today is the thirtieth day, and we have delayed those monsters here for thirty days!
"The knights and civilians who broke out should have reached a safe place—at least, we have reached the limit.
"There's no point in continuing to defend, it's time to end this.
"After the blizzard disappears, the enemies will swarm in. They may have been our compatriots, the Ansu people we are familiar with, but now, they are enemies, monsters, irreparable mutants and sources of pollution. We The only thing we can do is to take up arms and defend our dignity as human beings.
"Maybe every monster we kill here is giving other Ansu a chance at life.
"Unfortunately, I cannot bring you back to your hometown alive.
"But it is an honor that I can die with you.
"For Ansu!!"
The staff filled with magical radiance was raised high, and then hit the ground heavily.
The soldiers' swords were like a forest, and their roars shook the blizzard that was rapidly collapsing: "For Ansu! Die with you!!"
Relying on the blizzard, maybe the people here can live for three more days, but it will completely exhaust all the mana of Victoria and the mage group, and exhaust the resources stored in the castle. After the blizzard subsides, the brave and fearless mountain corps can only resist Faced with a one-sided massacre under the circumstances.
Northerners don't like this.
Northerners choose to die on the battlefield.
The Duchess knew it, and so did the warriors.
There was only the last aftermath of the blizzard, and those twisted and terrifying crystal cluster monsters were faintly visible on the opposite side of the blizzard.
The knights ran to the city wall, and the mages drank the last potion. On the castle terrace, everyone held their weapons and rushed to the last line of defense of the kingdom's fortress. Victoria just held her staff, quietly Wait for the blizzard to dissipate completely.
A familiar figure came into her sight at this moment—the maid Maggie walked between the soldiers, carrying two long swords, her black hair blowing in the wind.
This was the first time that the soldiers of the Mountain Corps saw the "maid head" armed.
"Maggie," Victoria called her maid, and said after she approached, "you don't need to stay here, you are not from Ansu."
"I once swore to you," Maggie held a long sword in her hand and looked at Victoria quietly, "And in this situation, where can I go?"
"No, you're the only one who might leave," Victoria looked into Maggie's eyes. "You know that—and I do."
Maggie showed a little astonishment and panic for a moment, but before she asked, Victoria continued: "You go to the south."
"Why the south?"
"The previous knights broke out to the northwest, San Sunil is the first line of hope, you head south—maybe there is the second line of hope."
The black-haired maid met the gaze of the hostess. She knew that the "hope" the other party spoke of did not belong to the Mountain Corps.
"I see," she bowed her head, "I'm going south."
"Very good," Victoria exhaled lightly, and walked forward slowly, "I will create a cyclone for you in the south—take it, hide yourself, and then...
"Fly, Maggie."
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