Let the time go back but just a few minutes ago.
On the huge battlefield surrounding the World Tree Fortress.
An upheaval is happening on the plains on both sides of the Parris Valley.
Just before the silver gleaming goddesses of war crossed the sky and cut straight into the army of'Swallow Fort' led by Baron Dal.
From above the entire battlefield, this fight seems to have reached the most intense moment, and the purple crystal frenzy is pouring into every section of the wall within the sight of the huge fortress. In an ocean shining with unknown purple light, the flags that symbolize the humans and elves of Eruin are constantly being obliterated and fallen down.
But occasionally, they will reappear.
That is a symbol of the indomitable resistance of the Tonigelians and the druids and elves in the Black Forest. The screaming and killing sounds gathered into an invisible wall, blocking the advance of the Twilight Legion.
Just like Monica's prior judgment, the scale of victory on the battlefield is tilting—not on the side of civilization. The situation slid uncontrollably into the worst situation. Facing the endless army of crystal clusters, the line of defense of this legendary fortress was gradually becoming precarious.
The carrier of the soul of the newborn Valhalla—the expressionless girl is observing the situation of the entire battlefield through her branches, showing the details on the huge crystal façade in the hall of trees, and at the same time there is a little in her heart. Analyzing the gains and losses on the battlefield without emotion, then told Monica:
How much time is left before the last line of defense.
"I know, I know!" Monica yelled impatiently, and scratched her hair irritably-even though they were all bright beams and didn't have a substance.
She mumbled and jumped off the crystal tower and flew through the skylight in the dome of the hall.
Passing through the shadows of the trees in Valhalla, where is the blue sky, Miss Guangling raised her head towards the sky, muttering to herself:
"... Don't let us down!"
Such a scene was reflected in her magnificent eyes.
The vast green shadow of the towering canopy of the World Tree enveloped almost the entire sky, and the faint green leaves swayed. But at some point, the huge magic circle that was forming over Valhalla has long since disappeared without a trace.
Where did the Sazard wizards go
The aristocratic armies on both sides of the river valley had no time to consider this issue, because the battle had gradually gotten out of their control, turning those who had originally participated in the war into bystanders at this moment.
The noble knights who had tasted the failure took their large number of attendants to wade back to the north bank of the Welland Ferry in embarrassment. At this time, no one was chasing them behind. The Tonigelian army had already passed them, far away. It collided with the army of crystal clusters on the plain.
It was a tragic battle.
Everyone watched this scene with lingering fear.
They seemed to have seen such scenes since childhood. In myths and legends, in stories and dreams, the predictions about the fate of the world that the nurse verbally told by the bedside were described in the poetry of Cang. Engraving—about the moment when the people of Martha, the civilized world meets the ultimate enemy of this world.
The dusk of the gods—
So who is the enemy of whose
Here, why does everyone fight
Is this just a civil war in this little kingdom
Why is it like this now
Those knights in the north who have experienced or are experiencing this war are the first to feel confused and fearful.
The development of things surpassed their cognition.
The beliefs and values they have pursued throughout their lives—the question of who is the orthodoxy of the kingdom—seem to become insignificant at this moment. However, the nobles in the north have not yet recovered from the huge consternation, and the defeated army on the plain has flooded in overwhelmingly.
When the twilight army appeared, the first to be the target of their attack was not actually the Tonigelian army, nor was it even the most prominent World Tree Fortress on the battlefield.
It was the army of the northern nobles who were closest to the portal from the beginning.
For the Crystal Cluster and Nightmare, these humans are not friendly in their eyes—they don't have this concept in their consciousness. Their choice is to follow instinct and launch an attack on these'order creatures' closest to them.
Or rather slaughter.
The sudden attack from behind, and the great disillusionment of being betrayed by the royal party and the Earl of Yanbao, instantly collapsed the northern aristocratic coalition forces.
The collapse triggered a broader chain reaction.
The army had just been reorganized on both sides of the Alder River, and the many noble knights who had courageously prepared to return were trapped and began to turn around and flee. Looking from the sky above the entire battlefield, it seemed that a terrible defeat had occurred.
This is indeed a defeat.
It's just that not all the Eruins are escaping.
On the battlefield, another group of Eruins are defending their glory.
"These guys really escaped." Little Montolo was bloodied and knelt on the ground, resting on the ground with the magic sword that Brando gave him, panting.
He snorted with contempt on his face: "I thought they had at least the courage to understand who the real enemy is."
"It's not all to blame them." Rollinte was leaning on Valhalla's huge root system to witness this scene. At this time, he would involuntarily think of his position. Not long ago, he was not qualified to laugh at this. people.
But he didn't expect that the Wangdang and Earl Yanbao would have such a side.
And his family, his father, really understand all of this
"They are just choosing the wrong person and should choose." Rollinter murmured: "Among the Eluin, there is also no shortage of brave people."
"Like you, Rollint."
"No, I'm more fortunate than them, at least for the moment." Having said that, Rollint's tone still carries a huge loss. There is nothing like just watching what you are working hard for. The shattered hope is even more frustrating.
Not to mention, from the beginning, he was on the wrong path.
But a real man will not be discouraged and give up because of this setback. As one of the most outstanding figures of the southern generation of young people, Rollint only recovered from a short moment of self-blame, and he picked it up. His own sword supported Valhalla's tree wall and stood up.
"Don't feel sorry, little Montoro, time is running out, you and me have not yet decided the victory or defeat-I just killed a small crystal cluster, and now our record is even."
"What?" Little Montolo was taken aback: "Is the situation so bad that I think we can hold it for a while."
"No, you are mistaken, I mean your Lord Earl may soon be victorious in this decisive war."
"Are you crazy, Rollint."
Little Montolo raised his head in surprise, no sign of victory on the battlefield.
But Rollint shook his head: "I'm not crazy, I'm more talented than swordsmanship, I may not be better than you, but when it comes to your perspective on the battlefield, you are still far behind, little Montolo."
"I don't believe it, you don't have to comfort me," Little Montolo replied unconvincedly: "At least in this battle, I am ready to die for the country."
"Then you'd better save your life for later," Rowlint raised his head and stared at the sky of the battlefield: "The'Swallow Castle' has already lost the final chance to win."
In his eyes.
The silver brilliance, symbolizing the goddess of war, cut straight into the army led by Baron Dall.
"That's Ms. Andrea!" Little Montolo said silently.
But he immediately saw an even more incredible scene.
The Sazard wizards scattered in the sky above the battlefield were falling one after another, falling into a sea of amethyst, and never flying again.
How is this going? Little Montolo's eyes widened and his head was full of question marks.
A calm voice answered his question:
"The people of silver are not the true people of God. Like mortals, the apprentice wizards of the Thassards cannot use spells to stay in the air for a long time before they actually touch the realm of truth and law."
Rollint and Montoro turned their heads and saw the pair of elf sisters appearing behind them at some point. On the shoulders of the sisters was a little fairy sitting, but it was not the light that received them in this fortress earlier. spirit.
That is a fire goblin.
"The magical energy that permeated the entire battlefield disappeared, and the Sassard fleet withdrew its support, so these poor guys are finally going to suffer the consequences."
The fire fairy—or better to say, the prince Root of the fire elemental fairy clan replied coldly.
"Fleet..." Rollint replied thoughtfully.
Little Montolo was about to ask who this strange little guy was, but it was at this time that the cheers of the mountains and the tsunami interrupted his thoughts.
He turned his head subconsciously.
At this moment, the two fleets still in the sky finally moved.
As if foreseeing something, the crystal ocean on the battlefield began to commotion, and in the surprised eyes of little Montolo, they actually began to retreat wave after wave.
At that moment, the young man seemed to realize something in his heart, and that thought was like a ray of light piercing the darkness and shining directly into his heart.
The Sazard failed.
They won the battle in the sky.
The Lord Earl once again demonstrated his ability to create miracles.
The army at dusk lost absolute air supremacy on the battlefield at this moment.
As if to confirm the idea in his heart, the nightmare army that originally surrounded the Valhalla fortress suddenly flew up with a hum, and greeted the two fleets in mid-air.
Above the entire fortress, everyone felt the pressure suddenly lightened, and the elven archers who were desperately resisting the enemy in the air were even at a loss for a while.
"Shoot, keep shooting!" Until the hoarse cry of the frontline commander rang out again.
The army of crystal clusters is slowly retreating, and the original sparkling amethyst ocean has broken.
The smoke-smoked land showed an unknown red and black color, the dark ones were the embers left by the explosion, and the dark red ones were the dried blood clots. In the distance, a few long thick clouds of smoke fell towards the horizon, and more floating warships were converging into a torrent-like a school of gleaming fish, slowly marching towards the north.
When they entered the formation one by one, the sides were exposed.
Suddenly a dazzling brilliance flashed across the sky.
Cannons roared above the clouds, and the light of destruction poured down like raindrops. The raindrops directly penetrated the thin army of nightbirds and cast the light of death on the plain.
A series of flashes lit up one after another on the plains north of the Parris Valley. Even though they were a few miles away, the people on the walls could still feel the tremors of the earth.
However, that was just the beginning.
In such an era, losing the sky is equivalent to losing victory.
Unless the Twilight Dragon is willing to invest more nightmare here, regain its advantage in the sky by covering the sky and the sun.
But under everyone’s gaze, the huge black hole in the center of the battlefield is gradually attenuating—obviously, even the dying dragon described in the Poem of Blue is not in the world of order created by Martha. omnipotent.
It is not invincible.
At least here, the Eruin won a real victory.
Suddenly, even greater cheers erupted from this huge fortress, and the tidal waves of mountains and tsunamis washed everyone's hearts.
"Prepare to counterattack!"
Monica sitting above the skylight was so surprised that she almost jumped up. She flew back to the hall at once, yelling at the expressionless girl'Valhalla'.
"It's time for us to take a good breath! Those damn Yankees!"
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