Rows of wizards wrapped in black robes are entering the arena from the back of the undead army. The number ranges from hundreds to thousands. Compared with the fiery heat on the front line, the scene here seems a bit strange and silent.
These Bai Sensen bone claws protruding from under the sleeves of the robe, tightly grasp the staff in his hand.
They are completely different from the simple bone rods in the hands of the corpse witches. They are cast from dark metal, as if they are the legendary gold that can communicate between the two worlds. On the head of the rod, the King’s Tears gems gleam. Hui.
This is the First Magic Corps of the undead from Balakirevo, the Lich Legion that shocked the world in the Battle of West Fah.
In the raging wind on the battlefield, a bone hand lifted the hood of the cloak, revealing a pale skull underneath. The dark red light in Victor’s eye sockets stared at the sky above the battlefield-Madara, this Broman Tuo's black rose is fading away.
Rows of wizards, also wearing black robes, walked to him, juxtaposed with him, forming a long battle line on the battlefield.
A silent front.
But Madara, everything will die, everything will sleep forever, Martha is above, everything is so in line with laws and common sense.
The lich king, the ruler of Balakirevo, Victor raised the bone rod in his hand, the king of gems, the Prometheus diamond unearthed from the sea of the dead moon, exuded bleak in the wind Light.
The undead lost the sky and the freedom to soar, but they still have magic, and death is still enough to sweep everything.
"Darkness forever." It sent a monotonous and boring byte from its dry throat.
"Everything perishes." The voices were in harmony.
One by one arrays spread out on the horizon, and they rotated, as if opening a series of shimmering light doors.
A green light rose from the horizon, reflected in the depths of Brando's eyes, as if drawing a long parabola from the distant horizon, it turned into a stream of light from far to near.
Everyone turned their heads subconsciously.
The green light beam left a long afterimage in the field of vision. In the middle of the sea of crystal clusters, it exploded like a plague flower that exuded a faint green light. It was set off by a huge shock wave, thrown away, and then fell like raindrops.
"Be careful, this is a test shot!" Instaron shouted.
As if to fulfill his words, a green light curtain rose slowly on the horizon.
Like countless suns rising into the sky.
They are here in a blink of an eye—
It fell on the position of the crystal cluster like a rainstorm.
Twenty-nine giant crystal clusters instantly turned into dust. The green light stream hit the sea of crystal clusters one by one. Every time it fell, it exploded a huge gap in the dense purple sea, almost instantly. , The crystal clusters had to collapse backwards.
This can be said to be their first retreat since the start of the war.
Frank was so excited that he was returning to the holy war sixty years ago. He seemed not to care about the death magic passing over his head, and said loudly to everyone: "My lord, the undead is covering us. This is an opportunity! "
"Where is the opportunity?"
Brando also asked loudly.
"Go around to the flanks of the crystal cluster!" Metisa glanced around and immediately replied: "After the undead's magic is over, the crystal clusters will organize new offensives, and then it will be time for us to take effect. NS."
Frank gave the little silver elf a thumbs up on horseback.
"What do you think?" Brando looked at Instaron.
"If the Black Plague Legion can hold it up front." Instaron also nodded.
Brando couldn't help but listen to the opinions of the three top commanders. He raised his head and glanced, and soon chose a route on the chaotic battlefield.
The Silver Crescent and Lily banner moved on the battlefield again.
The dark eyes staring at the battlefield finally had a hint of appreciation in the depths.
She nodded.
"Is the Black Plague Legion in place?"
"It's in place, Your Majesty, but what about the Air Force?" Isaac looked at the majestic crystal cluster army above his head with some worry. The nightmare had almost flown over the battlefield, and the behemoth on the clouds was slowly moving in this direction. .
She raised her head and glanced at the sky, her complexion a little gloomy, but she dropped her long eyelashes: "Leave them alone."
Rows of Crusader executioners holding heavy shields were walking out of the sea of skeleton soldiers. They came to the front line, lined up in line, and quickly built a three-layer deep solid line of defense on the battlefield.
The corpses looked out through the gaps between these huge undead heavy infantry shields. The green light beams were falling to the ground from that direction. The light of the explosion continued, and huge gaps appeared on the battlefield. The Black Plague Legion On the left wing, thousands of pale knights glowing with light were making roundabout movements.
They raise their hands.
The necromancers in the back immediately turned around and threw out the communication spells one by one. These spells were aggregated to the front-line commander of the battlefield. Those lower-level undead lords would pass the information to the nearest crystal tower through the communication crystal, and then converge on the entire battlefield. Command center.
The Black Plague Legion is in place—
"Prepare for the second wave!"
"The second round of attacks is here!"
At the moment when the spell of the Lich Legion ended.
The purple tide formed by the crystal clusters swept over again, and within a few seconds they spread across the gap on the battlefield and rammed in this direction.
This time, it was not the four-legged arthropod-like crystal clusters that rushed to the forefront, but the sturdy, low-centered crystal cluster beetles, that is, the assaulters in the records of the undead, these extremely explosive crystal clusters. Has always been the backbone of the assault in the army of crystal clusters.
"Prepare for impact!"
"Expected to arrive in five minutes!"
The necromancers quickly issued a series of instructions.
But beyond everyone's expectations, it was not these rushing crystal clusters that arrived first, but the nightmare in the sky. The nightmare army finally flew over the undead army at this moment, they let out a piercing scream, and immediately began to dive into Madara's position.
Nightmare opened its claws and cut into the lineup of undead like a sharp blade. Almost in an instant, the front of the Black Plague Legion was shaken.
Eruin's silver and white flag broke out at this moment.
The banner circled the right wing of the crystal cluster army, and came back from the hilly direction. Frank looked at the scene with a little dignity, "It's over, the strange air superiority is too obvious, and the undead can't support it from the front..."
"There must be a chance," Instaron said loudly.
"Is there any chance?" Brando asked, turning his head on horseback, pulling the reins.
Medissa froze for a moment.
"What's wrong with you, Medissa?"
"No, nothing." Medissa looked a little strange: "Lord Lord, what are you going to do?"
"There is another chance."
Brando squinted his eyes and replied: "If I can stop the offensive of a legion from the crystal cluster frontally, Instaron and Metisa, can you find a chance?"
"What are you talking about, Mr. Brando?" Adeni questioned loudly, "We can't do such a thing."
"It's not us, it's me," Brando turned his head and asked solemnly: "What will happen?"
Everyone was stunned.
Frank swallowed and spit, and replied: "If the undead can draw a new force..."
"The undead can draw out a new force," Metisa suddenly reacted at this time, her silver eyes flashed with an inexplicable light: "Lord Lord, if you can do it, we can get this The victory of the war."
"Medissa?"
"Lord Lord, please hand over the command of the battlefield to Mr. Instaron, I believe he can do a good job." Medissa replied firmly.
Brando glanced at the little silver elf princess.
The eyes of the two met, as if their hearts were alive.
"Then leave it to you."
"Miss Delphine."
Delphine looked up at him.
"protect yourself."
The prime minister's daughter was taken aback for a moment, with an inexplicable light flashing in her eyes.
Brando turned around, held Odyssey, turned his back to them and said, "Mr. Instaron, don't let us down."
He clamped the horse's belly, accelerated the seated war horse with small steps, leaned back slightly, and rushed toward the center of the battlefield one by one.
"My Lord Earl!" Instalong looked at the other side's back in disbelief. He murmured, "You really make me admire..."
"Mr. Instaron." Medissa reminded him beside him.
"Miss Medissa," Instaron knew that the silver elf princess was the former's confidant. He turned around and solemnly said to the other party: "Next, we hope to cooperate happily. We will fight side by side—"
"No," the little princess shook her head and smiled slightly: "This is your war, Mr. Instaron, it doesn't belong to me."
The future Black Lord Madara was stunned.
The pale undead army, the dark ground, the purple crystal sea, the three colors interweave with each other on the ground under the sky, slowly approaching, the spears are lined up in a row, the undead soldiers are fearless, and their eyes are beating deep. There is only the flame of longing for eternal death.
Lightning shuttled among the clouds, and the meteorite was dragging a long tail flame, falling from the distant sky.
But between the two distinct colors, a human knight appeared at this moment.
One person, one ride, and a long sword shining with golden brilliance, inserted from the undead army and the waves swept by the crystal clusters.
"Who is that?"
The undead lords were in a panic, with panic voices one after another.
The figure standing on horseback was reflected in the dark eyes, and his long hair was fluttering openly with the wind blowing.
She pursed her lips, holding the mercury rod tightly in her pale hand, and said nothing.
She recognized the man.
Everything in that prophecy—
Brandor tightened the reins of his horse.
He turned his horse's head and stopped between the undead army and the tide of crystal clusters. Behind the rows of undead heavy infantry who were being attacked and retreated by the nightmare, countless corpses and necromancers watched this scene at a loss.
Why is there a human here
What is he doing here
He's crazy
However Brando turned his back to them.
In his eyes, a purple line appeared on the horizon in front of him. It covered the entire battlefield and was rapidly becoming clearer. In that torrent, there were monsters with teeth and claws, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands. .
He also wanted to ask if he was crazy, but there was a clear voice in his heart telling him that he could do it.
Because in his body, the sound of the law is resonating, that is time, space, the mighty power of the entire world, they are intertwined with each other in everything.
That is, the power of existence—
The power of the Elemental Orb has completely resonated.
Brando raised his hand.
Suddenly a continuous silver network appeared above the clouds, which spread across the entire battlefield from front to back in an instant.
Everyone raised their heads in shock, reflecting the bright network in their eyes:
"The power of sages!"
There was a soft bang.
The mercury rod fell on the high platform.