A local warrior from Falling Star Lake forcefully thrust the giant sword in his hand into the body of the priest player in front of him.
This powerful body-piercing damage directly depleted the opponent's health and fell to the ground dead.
After half a day of fierce fighting, this soldier could already smell the stench beyond the smoke of the battlefield.
The player in front will disappear due to the projection after a while.
Naturally, those "smells" were emitted by his dead comrades after half a day of fierce fighting. The Mining Association does not seem to have the intention to deal with this.
And as a middle-level member of Falling Star Lake's forces, he couldn't stop all of this. Even if he gets seriously ill or even dies as a result, he can only continue to wield the sword.
After completing the blow, the captain of the guard team continued to raise his sword to guard against the offensive ahead, but found a snowflake falling on his sword.
The snowflakes were immediately digested by the warm blood on the sword and turned directly into snow water.
Looking at the missing snowflakes, the soldier couldn't help but raise his head and look at the sky.
"Didn't autumn just pass? Why did it snow two or three months earlier?"
Slowly, he began to feel the cold wind blowing, like frost hitting his face, causing a slight pain on his face.
At this time, both sides fighting on the battlefield began to feel this strangeness.
"Are there any mages who use blizzard-like spells?" A player, a novice mage, asked.
But the people around him shook their heads at him and pointed further away.
On the battlefield in front of Falling Star Lake, snowflakes fell continuously.
Among the spells currently mastered by all players, and even the spells they are aware of, they only have a radius of more than ten meters, which is enough to cover a space the size of one or two classrooms.
But now there are scenes of ice and snow everywhere, and the original scorching sun is covered up.
The whole world is beginning to be covered in snow and heading towards the severe cold winter.
Countless people couldn't help but raise their heads and look at the sky. The originally blue sky turned pale and was dotted with snowflakes.
Even under the influence of the sudden cold wind, it was impossible to look straight for a long time.
"Has winter arrived early for the whole world?" a ranger couldn't help but sigh.
"Could it be some kind of divine battle?" Zhang Qi couldn't help but mutter after hearing these words.
Since the level 4 mage appeared, the enemy's large forces were dragged away by each other, and they calmly left the battlefield and immediately joined up with another large army.
Especially when they saw the "Temple of the Goddess of Magic" that suddenly appeared just now, everyone not only realized its function, but also felt extremely surprised in their hearts.
Because they all remembered the scene of the incarnation of the god they met last night, who happened to be wearing the holy emblem of the goddess of magic.
The feeling of sudden enlightenment after seeing the temple quickly spread among the players participating in the battle in Falling Star Lake. Many people had seen the post of the incarnation of the god.
At this time, seeing the sudden heavy snow and the howling cold wind further confirmed that today was unusual.
Zhang Qi, whose girlfriend is a pastor, knows this very well.
Arthur's weather will not fluctuate particularly rashly, especially the kind of global changes. There may be a divine war breaking out behind it.
Suddenly, Zhang Qi felt that these crossbow bolts and spears flying in the air from time to time were very boring.
They fight life and death here, and the effects they exert may not be as effective as the direct will of the gods.
But at this moment, both sides were already angry, and they could only keep sending people to the battlefield until the other side completely surrendered.
Even according to the opinions of the top players of the major guild organizations on their side, they will never stop until they kill the gold mine owners in the entire Falling Star Lake town one by one.
"Finally, with this snow, there will be no plague outbreak in the next two days." Cui Lu said with emotion as she looked at the scene in front of her.
Those unrestrained corpses, in the high-heat environment set off by the blazing fire on the battlefield, could easily breed corruption and become a source of disease infection.
Dongcheng Ling mentioned this to her.
Now that there is this extra layer of snow that doesn't look light at all, it can somewhat suppress the speed of corruption, extinguish the flames everywhere, and slightly cool the ground into a scorched earth.
It also makes it easier for their players to gather to launch an attack.
At the same time, this wind and snow greatly suppressed the sight of the opponent's long-range archers.
At least in the ten minutes when the wind and snow started, the density of arrows on the battlefield was reduced by more than half.
Everyone slowly realized the effect of the wind and snow, and then thought of the temple emerging in the sky.
It all means that there are god-level beings behind their players to support them.
"Which priest is so powerful? He actually prayed for divine support."
A soldier said excitedly. He was only wearing a thick cloth armor, and snowflakes fell into his body along the cracks in his neck. However, he did not feel cold at all, but felt warm in his heart.
Having failed as a mage's apprentice, he knew that no matter what spell it was, it was impossible to summon the temple and change Arthur's weather.
Even doing this for their battle is no different than using a cannon to kill mosquitoes.
The priests of the Magic Goddess on the battlefield were also praying at this moment, thanking the gods for their blessings.
Zhao Xu, who had released this ninth-level spell, was silently feeling the changes in the weather in this area.
"Master, are you thinking too much?" Lux was suddenly surprised. She originally just suggested that Zhao Xu find a way for players to avoid the next plague.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Xu even considered suppressing the fireworks and archer shooting on the battlefield, and directly used the nine-ring magic of "Finbul Winter" to change the weather in an area.
But Zhao Xu is not a god after all. If he casts a spell, the intensity cannot be controlled.
At this time, he was looking at his dynamic column.
Of all the people present, he was the only one who knew the time and scope of this cold winter.
[Adventurer Zhongxia casts "Finbul Winter", the effect is as follows -]
[Range: radius 50 kilometers]
[Duration: 4 months (4D12 weeks)]
[Intensity: Severe cold, blizzard and continuous snowfall]
[Snowfall: 0.6 meters deep]
[Wind strength: 34km/h]
When Zhao Xu saw this specific effect, he suddenly had a headache.
He forgot that the Northern Alliance had just entered the winter season in terms of solar terms these days, but the real heavy snow usually would not arrive until two months later.
The result directly resonates with the strength of this spell. If it were only summer, there would only be light snow and hail levels.
Moreover, he estimated that the affected area was only about the size of the Magic City, and it was still within the controllable range.
He was even lucky that the spell's action time was within the normal fluctuation range.
Otherwise, if the limit is 48 weeks, then "Falling Star Lake" and "Winter City" can see snow all year round.
Naturally, the crops in this area will be in vain.
Unless there is the intervention of another ninth-circle priest, use "miracle" or the like to terminate this effect.
The nine-ring spell "Finbul Winter" is a highly optimized spell.
It was equivalent to the effect of pushing a thousand pounds to be able to forcefully pull a large area into winter.
After doing this, Zhao Xu was silently thinking about his next action.
After his wave of spells just now, both sides actually had to withdraw their troops and go back to regroup and prepare for a battle in the snow.
This is also the time that Zhao Xu specially left for the players to regroup and rely on the new temple to resurrect the people.
Suddenly, he looked towards Zhang Qi.
Because he noticed a future major league "player" he knew walking towards Cui Lu.
Moreover, this player had just left the side of "Mu Nan", the first mage of Winter City.
Zhao Xu skipped the 10 minutes of casting time and used Miracle Technique to simulate the three-ring "Sharp Ear Technique". He placed a magic induction field around Cui Lu from a distance of several hundred meters.
At this moment, he already had a premonition of what news Cui Lu would get next.
And this is what he needs to know and intervene.
The player in charge of liaison with the major alliance walked up to Cui Lu, not knowing that listening spells had been placed around them.
He whispered directly to Cui Lu: "Hello, Ms. Lulu Patroller. The 'Resistance Alliance' decided to take this opportunity to withdraw its troops and reorganize, and then hold an emergency meeting in 10 minutes. This is the group number xxx, please Join the meeting soon."
After saying this, the player immediately informed the next person according to his own arrangement.
After listening to this paragraph, Zhao Xu also removed the magic induction field.
On this battlefield, the Battle of Falling Star Lake in the previous life was fought loosely, mainly because no one who could decide everything appeared, and there were no less than a hundred forces involved, and they could not be fully integrated.
Now, under his interference and supervision, the entire battle plan can still only rely on a few well-known players to convene the decision-makers of various small organizations, and then half-discuss, half-arrange, and distribute their respective mission areas.
Zhao Xu had an infiltration mission yesterday and did not attend the combat meeting held in the Q group early last night.
Now, he has to go to the group to express his opinion.
In Zhao Xu's mind, he immediately sorted out the entire battle of Falling Star Lake from beginning to end.
Combined with the battle experience he gained from the "Servant of the Blazing Sky", he was in a smarter state at the moment and continued to repair the framework.
"Offline."
Zhao Xu silently issued the command, while the group numbers were swirling in his mind.
(End of chapter)