This is the fifth day since the wolf disaster, the world is still dark—
In the Green Tower, the rain is pouring down. The beam of light representing the fire from far and near has been extinguished, and the sky and the earth are plunged into darkness. Only the occasional purple lightning can tear through the darkness, and the dazzling electric light reflects the rain into a silver.
The wolves have broken through the last barrier outside the Green Tower. The snow-white winter wolf and the plague wolf with festering fur crossed the overlapping defense line built up by the corpses of the druid and the tree elves, and appeared in the green for the first time. In the eyes of the residents of the Tower.
The wolves swept across the undulating ground like a flood, with their sharp claws undulating on each other, stepping on the ground where it was indistinguishable whether it was mud or blood, and splashed water through the rain curtain.
Soon a row of pale faces appeared in the majestic rain. The faces of men or women, some even very young, but teenagers, were written with expressions mixed with panic and anxiety.
The rain slid down these people's faces. From their foreheads, nose bridges, eyelids or cheeks, they opened their mouths slightly, but they didn't even dare to take a breath, and their hands clenched their weapons subconsciously.
The elder Druid stands behind such an "army", holding an oak cane with a serious face; in his eyes, these young people are the last strength of the Green Tower, and it can be said that the ring of the sky is here for the future. seed.
But in the face of life and death, even seeds must be invested in defensive battles. The druids established the last line of defense in the autumnal equinox hall at the bottom of the Green Tower, trying to prevent the wolf disaster from entering the town.
Everyone listened to the wolf's footsteps in the rain curtain more densely than the raindrops, it seemed like a terrifying army marching, people couldn't help feeling that the fire of the Green Tower was teetering in the wind and rain.
Perhaps the next moment is eternity.
Thousands of people were swallowed by darkness. The dead are like numbers, but these numbers once contained vivid faces—they were originally husbands, sons, friends, or lovers, but they all lost their color.
The first batch of winter wolves emerged from the darkness, and their power here has been weakened to a minimum, almost suppressed to the level of the black iron mid-level, but with the terrifying number, people can't help but feel palpitations.
This is where the wolf disaster makes people feel most desperate. No matter how brave and good at fighting you are, you will eventually run out of strength and fall under endless attacks.
The wolves may have paid ten times, or even a hundred times, the price of druids and tree elves—their corpses dissolved in the rain and turned into black sewage to seep into the ground—but more of their kind crossed these corpses and swarmed on, the darkness There seems to be no end in it.
Then the wolf and the man collided.
They hit a wall of thorns that intertwined with vines, and the wolves behind didn’t care about their companions in front—the first winter wolf hit the wall of thorns and pierced their fur sharply, darkened with black blood. Snow-white skin. It was hit by a pack of wolves coming up from behind, squashed, and even its eyeballs burst due to being squeezed, protruding beyond the eye sockets-the second and third winter wolves repeated the same mistakes, and the dying demon wolf wailed terribly. , But more wolves just stepped on the corpses of their companions and jumped onto the wall of thorns. The fallen winter wolves were smashed into flesh by their sharp claws in an instant.
The silver tide quickly spread over the low wall and slammed into the queue of the tree elves. The tree elves’ formation was slumped back by the huge force. Many people were dragged down by countless wolves in the first place, screaming. One after another.
"A rare big wave."
William wore a silver robe and stood on the square outside the hall leading to the Green Tower. The rainwater that formed a line between heaven and earth just a foot away from his body was like hitting an invisible wall and splashing outward. , Turned into a layer of mist.
In the eyes of others, this invisible wall almost forms a perfect spherical shape around the body of the legendary wizard of the Silver Alliance. The spherical envelope covers even the ground is extremely dry, and the surrounding water cannot penetrate and can only converge into small pieces from both sides. The stream detours.
But the old man obviously didn’t care about it. He was holding a silver walking stick with six stone runes around the head; if Brando were here, he would recognize that this staff was the ancient holy artifact-Mithril. The brilliance, the inheritance of Carnegie's previous city lord, can also be said to be one of William's status symbols today.
Holding a staff in his hand, he flashed a few bolts of lightning and killed a few winter wolves who had crossed the tree elves' line of defense and wanted to enter the town. He pondered for a while, and said.
"Huh, what Haru said at the council-this demonic wave is just a routine. But how did the Silver Candle Council warn him? When astrologers were observing the constellation of the Dragon of Twilight, they had long accidentally discovered that several constellations were crumbling. , He doesn't take it seriously."
The old man next to William raised his snow-white eyebrows and hummed from his nose. The old man was also surrounded by a spherical transparent wall, but it was not as exaggerated as the legendary wizard's scope.
"So you came here because of this?" William looked back.
"Almost, if something goes wrong with the trade wind ring, mankind will probably lose all the territory south of Ampersel." The old man replied, "What's more, Eruin is half of my country after all."
"But originally it was just an observation of the situation, but I didn't expect it to be more serious than expected. From the perspective of the situation in the Green Tower, it is more aggressive than the battle of the saints recorded in the literature." He raised his head and looked at the darkness. The sky: "If it weren't for me to be sane, I would doubt that Master Martha's creation code'Tiamat' had opened an opening."
"I don't like this kind of cold joke," William replied lightly, and a flash of lightning flashed in the sky, making his thin face white: "So what are you going to do, brother Tulaman? Kill all these monsters. , Save them?"
He pointed to the druids.
"Just laugh, I don't have that ability." Turlaman glanced at the guy, and he took out a crystal ball from his sleeve: "If they can keep it, naturally everyone will be happy. If they can't keep it, I will temporarily Just move the Deadwood Council to a safe place."
"According to their words-with seeds, big trees will take root and sprout."
"The teleportation ball," William raised his silver eyebrows: "You brought this thing."
"This is perfect preparation, old friend."
"You're taunting me again," William smiled slightly. He flicked his finger like a dead branch: "I told you that I didn't come here for these messy things, but just for an old friend in the past."
"Or Lionheart Sword?" Tulaman smiled mysteriously: "You know that thing is not here."
"No," William replied, "I also said that the important thing is not the sword, but the people. Eke does not become Eke because of the Lionheart Sword, but the Lionheart Sword shines because of old friends."
"Yeah, man, but the kid lied to me earlier that he was going to be a scholar. But is that fellow Eck a scholar? When I go to confirm the news about the slate, I will come to him to settle the account." Tulaman replied road.
William couldn't help but smile.
"Are you fooled?"
"That kid is not an ordinary person, you have to be careful, don't tell me to read jokes in the future." Tulaman replied.
William didn't care. He raised his head and looked at the shaky line of defense of the tree elves, standing calmly in the rain, turning to the front and asking: "How long do you say they can support."
"One hour."
"Then what?"
"The tree elves and druids should have an elite force. The centaur in the town can also organize a garrison force, but in any case, at most one day."
"One day." William looked at the dark world, and only a few beams of light remained standing in the distant southern sky. The thin lips of the legendary wizard moved, and his old eyes were lost, as if thinking about something.
Tulaman was not wrong. The druids had almost tried their best, but even if the winter wolves were put in to fight in the street, they could still survive for a few hours at most.
But at this moment, William's eyebrows raised slightly—
He looked back.
Seeing a look of surprise on Tulaman's face also appeared.
At the same moment.
The elders of the Withered Bark Council are guarding outside the hall where the Green Tower Chen sets fire. The situation is sinister, everyone knows this. But before Brando sends back the news, they can only wait.
The sound of the heavy rain covered up all other sounds. The Great Elder standing at the highest point of the crowd looked back more than once to see the flames swaying under the suppression of the magic of chaos. Although the old man looked calm on the surface, in fact his heart was full of anxiety and anxiety. anxiety.
In terms of time, Brando, Ward, and Quinniel should have heard news at this time. He couldn't help but looked at Funiya, who was holding his left hand and was also silent. This little girl has been in this state since Brando left.
"Elder, time is running out."
The old man turned his head and looked at the tall druid elder. He thought for a moment, shook his head and didn't reply, everyone subconsciously cast their eyes to the southern sky.
Between the sky and the earth is pitch black.
But it is this time.
The elder squatting suddenly changed his expression. In fact, it was not just him, but all the Arch Druids present felt the throbbing in his heart at the same moment.
Powerful magic resonance—
They raised their heads.
A golden beam of light suddenly appeared from the dark night sky in the south, and instantly penetrated the sky and the earth. Everyone raised their heads and saw the beam of light separating the layers of clouds and reaching the end above the sky.
"What's that?" The druids were stunned.
But what made them even more stunned was that within the next second, another golden beam of light rose up from the center of the trade wind ring. This beam of light complements the previous one, and the legendary wizard William, who is standing outside the Hall of Autumnal Equinox at this moment, is so familiar—
It's a resonance reaction again!
"It's that kid!" Tulaman frowned and said immediately.
William glanced at him, and then he took a step forward without saying a word, and the whole person disappeared into the rain curtain out of thin air.
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