The green light faded away.
A shadowy green phantom appeared in the air.
It was like a poem floating in the wind, magnificent and majestic, the towering tree canopy spread out, covering the sky like an umbrella cover. The majestic and straight trunk is as straight as a giant tower in the clouds. The fluttering flocks of birds surround the forest on the top of the cloud, slow and graceful, majestic and majestic.
It was a fortress, a holy palace for warriors, and a palace for heroes. There are tiers of city fortresses in the clouds, built on the intertwined branches, and among the countless towers, heavy ballistas are pushing out from them. The ones that shone with a little cold light are steel crossbows. arrow.
Rows of tree elf archers in light armor are walking up the city. Amidst the command of the archer captain, they stopped and then turned to face the battlefield, placing the corner of their longbow on the ground in a uniform movement. , The bow arm shone with a soft silver luster, and stood up like a forest.
Woo-
The sound of a long horn echoed in the north wind.
Everyone on the battlefield raised their heads, opened their mouths wide, with a dull look on their faces, watching this scene blankly.
Someone's long sword fell to the ground without knowing it.
The knights' mounts were digging the ground with all four hooves and rattling their noses, but the knights held the reins unconsciously, like stone statues on horsebacks.
"So, what is that...?" Baron Dall's mouth was big enough to fit a duck egg, even his eyes popped out: "What the hell is that!?"
He subconsciously wanted to catch the people around him, but Hollis pushed the boring guy away. The look in the eyes of the wizard leader of Thassard was no longer shocking to describe. He immediately turned around and yelled at the others:
"Hurry up and start the attack, don't let it finish positioning, this is the top plane jump spell!"
"Ah, no, we are locked by spells!"
"This is a spatial countermeasure, all anchored spells are automatically invalidated!"
"Respond to the curse, using a silent casting method—"
"It's impossible. The second to third layers of Tiamat's law are all congested, and the other party directly deprived us of our authority!"
"It's competing with us for authority!?"
"Who is it, how is this possible!"
"No, it closes all the passages related to space... There is no way to block it. The law of space is no longer valid here..."
"That is… "
The wizards were in a hurry.
But Hollis had stopped silently, he turned around and looked at this fortress that seemed to be walking from fantasy to reality, and suddenly understood everything in his heart.
"Stop it," he said, "That's a jihadist fortress. It directly has the highest authority in this area. You can't help it."
Everyone looked at each other.
Hollis waved his hand suddenly: "What are you still doing, let the fleet prepare to meet the enemy!"
"Earl Yanbao," he really didn't want to mention the name: "The lord has entrusted us to assist you with the full authority. You understand that let it end disappointingly."
Only then Baron Daller reacted in a violent spirit, and his narrow eyes flashed with resentful colors: "I will make them look good!" As he said, the crystal on his arm flickered slightly towards the dusk on the battlefield. The minion conveyed his command.
The nightmare, which was hunting down the southern nobles and soldiers, buzzed and flew, letting the survivors escape. The people of the rest of their lives raised their heads in tears, and saw that the monsters flew up high in the sky as if they had received some instructions, converging into a torrent, and flew toward the green phantom in the mid-air.
"It was the Tonigal people who saved us..." Such an idea was born in everyone's hearts at the same time.
Valhalla's huge root system is taking shape, and the coiled roots suddenly flew out in all directions. "The coordinates of the seventh and ninth group of roots are determined, and the other seven groups of roots are unfolded. The coordinates are..." floating in the crystal tower of the tree hall The girl at the top read out a set of data expressionlessly, and the light spirit Monica flew up and down beside her, screaming: "Give them a good look, Valhalla!"
The horizontally stretched roots resemble a rounded giant arm, sweeping tens of thousands of meters. Baron Dall's eyes widened: "No!" But the nightmare's army had already been hit. In front of the roots of the world tree with a diameter of tens of meters or even hundreds of meters, the nightmare is just a real insect. The number of worms has been reduced by more than one-third.
Baron Dall was screaming, but for him the disaster was not over. The crystal clusters on the ground did not have a single consciousness, and only moved forward blindly, while the Valhalla that fell from the sky was taking root, and the roots stretched out and fell heavily to the ground. After a loud bang, Valhalla's roots fell into the purple waves like a giant whip.
The army of crystal clusters on Alder's field immediately fell apart, and then the sky became dark, because the entire Valhalla fortress was slowly descending. But the so-called gradual descent is only a relative term, and the shrouded area of tens of kilometers is inevitable—
"Coolant injection begins, the magic is expected to be exhausted in one minute, all coordinates are checked correctly, and the magic output is disconnected..." the girl calmly said: "Valhalla transition is completed, cooling begins, and the recharge is expected to be completed in fifteen minutes. "
"A lot of nutrients!" Monica shook her fist in excitement: "The opposing commander must be an idiot!"
Valhalla stood majestically in the center of the battlefield amidst a long loud noise, the stretched canopy of the tree, like a proud giant. The entire city and the fortress are trembling, but its designers have long considered this point. A large number of stone arches make the fortress as stable as Mount Tai.
When Baron Dale saw this scene in midair, his eyes went dark and he fainted directly.
Hollis glanced at this guy with disgust. He was extremely disgusted with the mentally retarded, but he couldn't do without the opponent on this battlefield. He stretched out his hand, and a cold ray hit Baron Dall's face. The latter was miserable. Woke up with a cry.
"Let the Nightmare drag the Tonigel's fleet and cooperate with our fleet's offensive. The crystal clusters on the ground are still dominant, and your Yanbao Neng tribe army, the Tonigel's ground strength is not worth mentioning. "
With a cold sweat on his face, Baron Dall nodded quickly: "I understand, I understand, Lord Hollis."
"Hold the bow—"
Fini, the deputy commander of the Ring Song Legion, shouted that the tall tree elf girl stepped on the elf boots on the head of Valhalla, flicked her long hair, and pointed her sword forward with a graceful gesture.
Following her movements, the wind shooters raised their longbows in rows with a brushing sound.
The three magic circles on the silver bow arm became brighter in turn.
Magic arrow technique.
The elegance of the wind.
Conquer the enemy aircraft first.
The hunter father and son are also on the top of the city, standing beside the dwarf Uldum. The fortress master is now wearing heavy armor, holding a small warhammer in his hand, and wearing a heavy dwarf helmet, showing only two round circles. Small eyes.
The young man was so excited that he couldn't himself, but the middle-aged man was pale. The dwarf master lay his feet on the battlements with his hands, but still couldn't see the scene of the city, he could only mutter eagerly, "Tell me, what's going on outside." !?"
Fini's beautiful singing voice came from a distance:
"put!"
There was a creaking sound.
The young man only heard the scream of the wind, as if there was a violent wind blowing across the city. Hundreds of feather arrows flew out at once, shrunk into countless fine and dense black spots, even the sky One is dark.
The nightmare was spreading out and rushing towards the upper layer of Valhalla's canopy. A storm of arrows rushed towards the face, and dozens of nightmare worms were the first to pounce on dozens of arrows. The enchanted arrows exploded immediately after hitting the target, even if it was the twilight species. The same was blown to flesh and blood.
The first batch of nightmaids fell like rain, but for the total amount of this army, the loss was very small.
"Hold the bow—"
"Armor-breaking arrows, change to the second set of enchanting plans."
Fini frowned upon seeing this, and immediately gave the order.
A good archer can shoot twelve arrows in one minute, but for tree elves that is far from their limit. As for the Valhalla's exclusive army-Wind Archer, which has blessed the elegance of the wind, the ultimate rate of fire of the elven girls only depends on how many arrows they have.
The nightmare army had not rushed through the storm formed by the first wave of arrow rain, and the second wave of arrow rain had already pounced on their faces.
Baron Daller just showed a sharp smile, and it solidified on his face.
This wave of arrows is enchanted with slowness and gravity, and the number of nightmare worms dropped is less than before, but the speed of the nightmare worms hit is obviously slower and separates from other insect swarms.
It was just a breathing time, and the third wave of arrow rain arrived as scheduled.
The boy exclaimed in surprise: "Each of them can distinguish different goals, how do they do it!"
"They are elves, and everyone is a born archer, stupid!" the middle-aged hunter replied angrily.
"The elves can't do it, it's the goal that Valhalla designated for them. This is the power of the jihadist fortress!" Oldham grappled with the battlements, leaping and complaining: "You can't tell me what happened outside. What?"
"Sorry, Mr. Oldham, I was really stunned," the boy replied embarrassedly, "Weird, why don't those monsters attack us? They are flying towards the tree canopy."
"They are going to attack our port." Oldham said loudly, "a bunch of idiots!"
More and more nightmare were hit, and the speed change caused a huge difference in the formation of the entire nightmare army. Their original offensive fronts became distinct at this moment, and they were faintly dragged into a long line. The shape of a snake.
Even though Baron Dalla, who is as incompetent as the sky, can see the problem at this moment, he is as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, not knowing what to do with the current dilemma.
Fini sneered and whistled.
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