When Viscount Finn was speechless, the Bree infantry on the front battlefield in the valley was in trouble. Suddenly they discovered that the light cavalry composed of the Naga Guards and the officers and students of the Royal Knights Academy suddenly appeared on their side. . The forwards of Finn’s Column and Constantine’s Column, which had originally blocked the two armies, collapsed out of thin air like ice and snow melted, Feng? When Viscount Dougning reacted, he realized that this was a hoax.
That is illusion.
The Finn Column and Constantine Column were firmly suppressed on Mt. Macenko and Velko. Their soldiers did not have the guts to cross the explosion and the sea of fire; but Brando ordered the Naga Priests to use magic to create two columns. The illusion that the pioneer of Naga has arrived-the use of moisture in the air to change the refraction of light to create an illusion. This is originally the specialty of the water elemental envoy, and the natural hydrophilic Naga sacrificial ritual is one of the outstanding ones. More importantly, Brando is familiar with every organization on the other side, and the battle flag and the knight coat of arms can be faked exactly the same-therefore, Feng? Viscount Dougning ran into this designed trap like a fool.
Now the infantry of the Burre Column, under his order, separately attacked the noble private soldiers of Count Ouding, forming the only prominent part of the Northern Allied Forces, and the light cavalry composed of the Naga Guards and the officers and students of the Royal Knights Academy It is going around behind them without any hindrance, forming an encirclement.
Feng? Viscount Dougning could only count on Viscount Finn and Baron Constantine's conscience to discover that they could suddenly appear and block these two armies. But the explosions on the tops of Machenko Mountain and Veliko Mountain have lasted for nearly five minutes, and the opponent's archer seemed to need no money to cover the explosive arrows on the two positions, forming a barrage to block them. He didn't even expect that the opponent's longbowmen would stop and rest for a while because they were exhausted. He only had a glance to understand that the opponent would at least divide the archers into several teams and use them in turns. And with the courage of those two wastes, I'm afraid that the opponent is unlikely to appear on the battlefield before the other party has shot the arrow.
So the result is hard to change.
This time it was the turn of the light infantry of the Bree Column to be attacked back and forth. They had the delusion of passing through the main position of the Princess, but Brando's appearance instantly shattered all their hopes. These light infantry shook in an instant. Although they were still resisting, they collapsed in a heavy siege but it was only a matter of time.
Changes on the front line quickly reflected on the entire battlefield. Count Vitogin finally realized that he had been calculated, and now he would either continue to invest in the follow-up army to rescue the light infantry of the Bree Column, but God knew if this was another trap. Or simply abandon the Burley column and launch another attack.
But the generals around him may not support his view. All the commanders of the Northern Alliance on this battlefield are of the same origin and are nobles. His complexion changed for a while, and he scolded Finn and Constantine for these two wastes, but he had to make a decision as soon as possible.
Because the infantry of the Bree Column was followed by the heavy cavalry and heavy infantry of the Field Column, these heavy cavalry, covered in armor, like a fortress, were about to start accelerating. This valley is a huge slope. The heavy cavalry charges extremely hard from bottom to top, and they only have one chance to defeat their opponents.
"Lord Earl, let's make the decision!" Vitogin was surrounded by his old men. Why didn't he understand that his lord was in a dilemma, and couldn't help but said in unison: "No matter what kind of decision, we will support you. of."
Vitokin smiled bitterly: "Now the only way is to find a way to liberate the Finn column and the Constantine column. As long as they can appear on the battlefield on time, there is still room for recovery."
Everyone's eyes lit up, and this is indeed a solution. "It's better to order the flying dragoons into battle. Now only they have this mobility. Only by harassing the opponent's archers from the air can Viscount Finn and Baron Constantine be rescued."
How could it be that simple, Earl Vitogin couldn't help but shook his head, but he was a little helpless, because now there is only such a hand of cards; although the Northern Allied Forces are powerful, they can’t be used in this valley. I am afraid that this battle will take some time to win the opponent.
There are so many dreams in the night.
So the Flying Dragoons of the Black Blade Legion, who had been mobilizing almost all night, began to take off one by one. What awaited them was the Flying Dragoon Brigade of the Southern Legion waiting to work, plus Brando’s omnipresent Kingdom of Heaven. Armed'-at least all the noble commanders of the northern coalition think so.
For a time, the sky and the ground were dark, but the effect was extremely limited. The Black Blade Legion plus the local troops had at least three times the number of the Dragon Cavalry of the Southern Legion, but the combat strength was uneven, and the flying dragon did not get it. With sufficient rest, the combat effectiveness was at least reduced by more than half, and for a time he was crushed and beaten by the Flying Dragoons of the Southern Legion with far fewer numbers than them.
At this time, the commanders of the Northern Allied Forces realized that something was wrong. Not only did the Finn and Constantine Columns not be liberated, but the battlefield fell into a greater stalemate. The heavy cavalry of Field's column also began to accelerate, and the battlefield was already covered with water.
And Brando is waiting for this moment.
The heavy cavalry of the Northern Allied Forces is crossing the flower-filled fields, and the wind and clouds are gathering above them. A new storm is gathering in the sea off Ampersel, and the sky is starting to darken. If you stretch out your hand on the battlefield at this moment, you can see the sky. A ray of rain has lightly floated.
Following the neat and uniform footsteps of the Earth Traveling Dragon, the ground began to vibrate again. This time was different from the trembling of the Rangers when they charged, but the entire battlefield seemed to roar, like the sound of rolling thunder, sweeping from the horizon.
And above the sky, the real thunder is also faintly roaring.
"Master Siren, please attack those heavy cavalry with your men!" Brando suddenly shouted.
Butchlit watched the human heavy cavalry in time. This was the first time the Greyfin Naga had fought humans on land. This was also a valuable experience for them. She half raised her hand, and the four thin and long fingers are connected with colorful webs. They look weird in humans, but they also have a feminine softness.
The Naga priest group began to cast spells again, and ice skates once again emerged over the battlefield. And their human opponents have not yet eased their breath. As a single-line silver-tier elemental envoy, they also have the talent of Seagod’s blessing. These sea-god sacrifices are more magical than their incompetent counterparts in the northern coalition. It is far more advantageous and can support them to re-enter the battle in a shorter period of time.
It's just beyond Butcherite's expectation that they won't have time to control the falling points of the ice blades in the future, and the entire space seems to have stagnated for an instant. Suddenly, countless silver lines of law derive from the clouds. These lines envelop the entire battlefield and weave a huge enchantment.
In an instant, all spells disappeared invisible.
"Spell dismantling!" Butcherite frowned.
The dismantling of the spell is exactly what the Wizard of Law is good at.
But with such a large range and such a powerful effect, the opponent must at least be an element-level wizard. Butcherite is obviously not familiar with the power of human beings, but Brando knows who the shot is—
The chief wizard of the Grand Duke of Westfah, the stranger Garlock, a pinnacle of the wizard of Eruin's Law.
The other party really couldn't wait, but finally waited until this guy made a move.
This is enough.
He immediately turned around and shouted, "Antitina!"
"I'm here, Lord Lord!" the noble daughter shouted in the crowd.
"It's now!"
"I see!"
"Everyone," Brando suddenly raised his head and screamed up to the sky: "Close your ears."
"what… ?"
The situation in the battle was ever-changing, and even the princesses were shocked by the pack of wolves suddenly summoned by Brando. Her Royal Highness and Overwell were not the superficial people, they recognized it was a black wolf at a glance, and it was not a high-level monster in the black forest.
But in the legend of the mountain people, black wolves will only appear in groups during disasters, and that is the disaster of wolves.
"Mr. Brando...?" Princess Griffin stared dumbly at the black crystal on Brando's forehead, and asked with a pale face: "That's..."
Overwell frowned.
"Hehe," only Earl Odin smiled freely: "... The dark monarch walks with the wolf, before the end, and the disaster is after; to say that the black wolves are a sign of disaster, it is just a nonsense rumors of the witches, and the ignorance of the mountain people. Only superstitious, I have seen a real wolf disaster in the ring of trade winds-but even if it is a disaster, manpower can overcome it."
"It is Mr. Brando that makes me believe this." Earl Odin laughed: "There are people who can bring light in the dark. I have witnessed all this with my own eyes."
Princess Griffith remembered his experience and nodded slightly relieved, but she couldn't help but glanced at Brando curiously.
But what everyone didn't know was that, farther away, in the forest on the top of Unk Mountain, an old voice was chanting the same words softly:
"The monarch of darkness walks with the wolf, before the end, and the disaster is after. In his eyes, the world has no secrets."
"The predictions are being verified one by one."
"My lord, you really are back..."
Brando's long roar shook the forest, and even the black wolf beside him stopped at the same time. At the next moment, everyone felt the ground jump slightly. It was not the vibration caused by the heavy cavalry when they galloped, but the whole valley shook.
The soldiers of the blockbusters fell to the ground unstable, and the heavy cavalry of the Field column was even more unbearable. They just began to accelerate in rows and fell forward on the ground. A large number of knights fell on their own before they even had time to go to the battlefield. Broke his neck.
But this will no one cares about what happened on the battlefield.
Because the terrible roar is coming from the underground, everyone can't help but look towards the underground. The ground is shaking slightly, and there seems to be some terrible energy underneath. The vague roar seems to be the roar of a giant beast.
And it is approaching.
The huge sound source was quickly approaching the ground, and then everyone raised their heads. Suddenly, there was a sudden flash between the sky and the earth, which had become gloomy, as if a flash of lightning reflected the entire battlefield into a vast expanse of whiteness, but the lightning did not descend from between the billowing clouds, but from the ground.
There seemed to be an opening on the top of the hill in the direction of Mt. Macenko, and a dazzling white light gushed from below.
"The end of Viscount Finn..." Earl Vitogin saw this scene with only one thought in his mind. He suddenly realized something, turned his head in horror, and yelled at his men with his mouth wide open.
However, in the vast white light, the huge sound seemed to drown everything, and after a sharp loud noise, everything fell silent. Everyone saw the people around them yelling in horror, but only saw their mouths closed, but they couldn't make any sound.
The high-pitched sound wave even swallowed all the noise, but strangely it made the world quiet, and people could no longer hear any sound.
Then horror passed by like a screaming explosion, like a gust of wind. Everyone subconsciously moved backwards, and the terrifying shock wave swept across the battlefield like a bright ring, and then, whether it was light infantry, heavy infantry, or knights riding on ground dragons, The violent wind blew up and flew back more than ten meters before falling back on the meadow.
The valley shook for a moment, as if the northern branch of the Anlek Mountains was about to fall apart.
The white light cut off the link from Mt. Macenko to Mt. Villeco in an instant.
a long time.
When Vitokin finally got up from the ground and got back to his senses, he looked at the battlefield ahead and couldn't help his brain go blank. The heavy cavalry sequence of the Field Column has completely disappeared, the heavy infantry has also disappeared by half, and the Stevenson column on one side has also disappeared by nearly a third.
Mount Macchenko almost disappeared, and Mount Velko was flattened by nearly half.
There was only a deep rift on the ground between the two mountains, and the bottom of the rift was like an abyss, surrounded by white mist. But Earl Vitogin hadn’t had time to find any order from his squishy mind that was suitable for the current situation. Those white mists seemed to come alive. They kept rising, but they were combined into one. A huge, rotating tornado.
All the people who are still alive can't help but raise their heads, looking up at the storm that is tens of meters away from the ground and is rapidly expanding-it is obviously more than just a wind, because everyone feels a huge pressure on it. On the battlefield.
And a majestic voice immediately resounded throughout the battlefield.
"Humble mortals, thank you for unlocking the seal for me," a thunderous voice came from the urn in the wind—the dark clouds of the storm in the sky were gathering above it, and the rain on the battlefield seemed to increase in an instant. Thunder and lightning began to shuttle in between, and then thunder and lightning gathered on this whirlwind. "But I hate the elegance of being disturbed by the wind."
In the boundless rain.
Everyone around Brando was stunned by this sudden change, but he was the only one who raised his head and looked at this very familiar scene, and only felt strange in his heart.
Even the appearance lines have not changed.
Then this guy's temper shouldn't change much, haha.
On the other side of the battlefield, the stranger Garlock suddenly changed his face. The great wizard who was casting the spell suddenly turned his head and shouted anxiously to Earl Vitogin: "Hurry up and let your men prepare for the battle, quickly, or it will be too late!"
In fact, it is too late.
The storm suddenly let out a cold snort of extreme dissatisfaction: "What is this..." A group of clouds hit the looming silver law line in the air, and then burst a bright electric arc, "Dismantling the spell?"
"You used the dismantling spell to attack me?"
"You are seeking your own death, worms."
Garlock raised his head, looking pale, watching numerous lightning vortices suddenly appeared above his head, and then countless flash capacitors these vortices stretched out.
For a time.
A lightning storm on the battlefield complemented each other.
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