Isaac's words didn't seem to arouse the slightest attention.
A little flame is beating in the dark eyes, a sea of white bones, black flags, and purple crystal clusters like tides cover the sky, lightning hanging from the clouds, one or two flames across the sky, the vision of the battlefield is reflected in these pairs Deep in the cold eyes without emotion.
She turned her head.
A pale and slender fingertip was stretched out, the mercury rod was held in that hand, and the fingertips pointed in one of the directions.
There is no order.
But behind her, the undead lords all pressed their bone-like palms to their chests, and the fire of the soul was burning in their chests. The dark nobles lowered their heads like tides, and the water ripples rippled from front to back.
They turned their heads, pale flames fluttering in their eye sockets.
The Madara generals in the last row understood their minds, and turned around, opened their hollow jaws, and waved their boned fists, shouting at the corpse and necromancer apprentices:
"Let the gangsters of Balakirevo come in and tell them, for the rest of eternal death, the black rose of Bramantra-long live!"
"The black rose will never wither!"
The whistle-blowing sounded one after another on the battlefield.
The apprentices of middle and lower-level corpse witches and necromancers rushed back. Some even fell to the ground on the way. However, under the supervision of the undead supervisor, these hapless people immediately got up with hands and feet on the ground, and rushed to the few behind the high platform. A huge crystal tower.
Pieces of corpse witches and necromancer apprentices placed their hands on the crystal tower, and the green ripples immediately stretched upwards along the spindle-shaped main crystal of the crystal tower twenty to thirty meters high, and when it reached the base supported by white bones When he got up on the top of the tower, it immediately turned into a bunch of green light beams and launched in all directions.
The green line connects to the other direction of the distant battlefield. When it hits the spire of the crystal tower in that direction, patches of green light immediately lit up in the sea of nearby white bones.
Almost all the corpse witches are looking down at the glowing emeralds inlaid on the bone sticks in their hands. When they raised their heads again, a row of bone soldiers began to slowly turn, and on the entire battlefield, they seemed to have formed in an instant. A huge roulette.
"The Bonefire Corps enters the south of the Lohrwerd Hills—"
"The dead buzzard rider is ready to join the battle."
"The Pale Knight is ready to join the battle."
"The Black Plague Legion is ready for the next wave of shock."
The undead is adjusting the offensive—
Bunches of green light intertwined and shuttled over the battlefield, instantly forming a faint green network entrenched above the undead army.
But the good times did not last long. There was a commotion among the crystal clusters like tides, and suddenly a large number of giant beasts carrying crystal clusters as high as a mountain appeared. As soon as they appeared, they immediately made a harsh scream on their backs. The crystal beam behind it vibrated at a high frequency, and the acoustic resonance spread out almost at a speed visible to the naked eye.
On the front line of the undead army, the smaller crystal tower immediately cracked and crashed in the sound of KAKA, and further away, the green light beam also began to become chaotic. In the sea of white bones, green light spots appeared. It started to fade away one by one.
As if in an instant, the entire battlefield was darkened.
"Change semaphore—"
"Change the semaphore, idiots!"
Such a sight was reflected in her icy eyes, but she didn't seem to be surprised at all, but the undead lords behind the Queen had turned around and roared under their hands.
A black knife-shaped flag was erected from the battlefield.
The Eruin knight is still advancing, as if to make a path in the sea of crystal clusters.
Instaron looked back at the direction where Madara's army was. His dark eyes were full of clouds, and the black flag reflected a thick shadow in the depths of his pupils.
"My lord, you have to find a way to get rid of those weird things!"
He couldn't help shouting anxiously.
"What do you call me, Mr. Instaron?"
Brando looked at the huge monsters that suddenly appeared in the crystal cluster on horseback, but asked so. Occasionally, there were one or two crystal clusters that came towards them. Without even looking at them, he chopped off their heads with a backhand.
"... As long as you can help Madara win this war, I will work for you, as long as you don't mind having a dark noble as a retainer." Instaron gritted his teeth and said loudly.
Targus split the head of a crystal cluster with a sword. He turned around to say something, but after thinking about it, he shook his head and did not speak.
Brando turned his head and glanced at him, a little surprised: "I have accepted an undead vassal in the Cruz Empire. You are not the first one, Mr. Instaron, but can you represent the will of the Mercury Rod?"
"The dark nobility is free, not just our will."
Brando dashed forward and shook his head on the horse's back.
"Your proposal touched my heart, Mr. Instaron, but I disdain to threaten anyone. If you voluntarily come to Firwood to work for me, I will welcome Beizhi, and now-let us first consider how to obtain victory."
He said loudly, "Help me count, how many are there, don't miss it."
Instarron opened his mouth and looked at Brando blankly.
The reason why he said that was because he was full of pride in his heart, just as Brando firmly believed that Lord Black would become Madara’s future. Instaron also knew his value in his heart. He was a genius, he Never deny this, and take pride in it.
Even the rumored Tarrig never felt in his heart that he was inferior to the opponent. He was the pride of Pale Rose, the first in the lineage family in the middle of the Sea of Dead Moon in a century before he was eighteen. The noble who has completed the dark transformation, even if it is his deputy, Targus, the shadow of Roland Tower, who is praised by everyone, he can only stand behind him.
He knew very well that the human being in front of him would not be unclear about his own value. He had long discovered that the other party knew him more thoroughly than himself. There is no doubt that Mr. Earl is also a great person, but only Stupid people are jealous of talents.
Those who are truly above people will only make them use for themselves.
"Are you in a daze, Mr. Instaron?" Brando tilted his head and said, "This is a fight for your motherland. I thought you didn't want to give this honor to Medissa."
"I'm sorry..." Instaron immediately raised his head, and his gaze swept across the battlefield with a flustered look: "They are in the east and west, and there are... twenty-seven, no, twenty-eight. "
"Twenty-nine heads."
Targus replied silently. He stepped out of the new crystal monsters on the battlefield one by one, and then looked back at his partner.
Instaron's face turned red and white.
Brando did not go to see these two people: "Medissa, help me count."
He raised his hand, and fainted his five fingers.
"space-"
Without warning—
A huge crystal cluster that was screaming suddenly flew up from the sea of crystals. It still waved its limbs in a panic, obviously not understanding what was going on for a while.
Then there is the second head, the third head, the fourth head...
Heads of crystal clusters were named, and then rose from the sea of crystal clusters. Far behind the undead army, the undead lords who were about to use semaphores to give orders suddenly froze. They turned around and stared at this dumbfoundedly. One scene.
Only in those dark eyes, there is still no trace of emotional fluctuations.
"This... Is this?"
"Someone is helping us!" someone suddenly shouted in a low voice.
"Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine..."
But when the last giant crystal cluster rose into the sky, there was a commotion among the crystal clusters, and the commotion spread in all directions like water ripples.
The woman on the high platform turned her head, her face coldly facing all her courtiers.
The undead lords seemed to wake up like a dream.
"Quick, don't waste time, attack them!"
Hoarse command.
The crystal tower of the undead became bright again.
"Mr. Instaron, contact your majesty, you know what we need."
Brando held his right hand high, and twenty-nine giant crystal clusters were fixed in the air by him like playthings, and he calmly said to Instaron.
Medissa also looked at the future Lord Black of Madara.
Adeni and her knights saw Brando's eyes as if they heard the gods. They only needed to look at the weirdness on the side of the twenty-nine unmovable truth in his hand, and they would understand how powerful it was.
Naquel's eyes were full of excitement.
"Lord Lord, I..." Instaron replied a little awkwardly.
"This is not the time to discuss this, Mr. Instaron, we only need to consider how to win." Brando shook his head. He was a little unexpected. He thought he was the most. Only two-thirds of it can be lifted.
But at this moment, he felt that an unfamiliar thinking dominates his state at this moment. He seems to be looking at himself from a higher dimension. The power of the laws in the body is ready to move, and the traditional cognition of time and space seems to be Is leaving him.
The point is, since the first battle in Rusita—he once again felt the power of the Orb of Elements.
And this time.
They are more powerful and majestic as if shocking.
He resisted this kind of mental shock, and said to Instaron word by word: "I know you can get in touch with your majesty, hurry up."
Instarron nodded silently, but shook his head again.
"I'm sorry, Lord Lord, you are right. But I don't think we need to contact your Majesty. The liches of Balakirevo are already entering the arena..."
He turned his head back in a serious tone.
Brando also turned his head to follow his gaze.
A continuous flash of light suddenly appeared on the ground line.