The gray-black giant eagle fluttered its wings across the sky, its huge wings coated with a layer of shimmer in the sun. This huge raptor seemed to be bathed in faint flames, shuttled under the clouds, its sharp eyes It reflects the vast land below that has turned into scorched earth, the army of crystal clusters wandering around the edge of the earth, and the Iron Legion that is steadily pushing the battle line forward.
After an oblique sweep, the giant eagle turned around and dived rapidly towards the ground. Its target was the front arrow of the Iron Legion.
Sonia Shuangye jumped off the eagle's back lightly and walked towards Gawain not far away amidst the loud "coo" of the giant eagle.
“Thank you for your response,” Gawain smiled and greeted Sonia, “We really need manpower here.”
“I saw it in the sky, this is really a terrible battlefield. ——It reminds me of Gondor seven hundred years ago. The earth was also turned into scorched earth and monsters roamed everywhere." The high-ranking messenger did not hide the emotion and exclamation on his face, "But what surprised me even more is Your army... To be honest, it's very different from what I saw."
"I was a little surprised when I saw these war machines operating at full strength," Gawain said calmly and looked at it. Glancing into the distance, he said, "This place will not become Gondor - the land after burning will still sprout new shoots. The plague caused by the death of all things will be purified sooner or later. Ansu will have another wound, but the wound will always be there." It will heal."
"Her Majesty Belsetia is paying attention to this disaster, but it is a pity that the empire in the far south of the continent cannot provide any help-she can only order me and all the people I lead. The messengers and rangers came to help. In addition to Magister Banner who stayed at the Great Wall, I brought my entire team. They are still on the way and should be here soon. Don't worry, whether they are rangers or messengers, We are all excellent scouts after riding on the giant eagle."
Gawain smiled: "This is what we are short of."
Cecil does not lack routine. The reconnaissance force - whether it is the elite Steel Rangers or the well-trained corps scouts, are excellent ground reconnaissance forces, but as the front advances and the intensity of the battle continues to increase, the pressure on the ground reconnaissance forces is becoming more and more intense. Big: The entire area ahead is already a heavily polluted area. There is almost no safe place to stand. Human scouts cannot penetrate among the monsters. On the other hand, the Cluster Giant has also reacted after suffering a series of heavy blows. Over time, they became more vigilant and strict, and even began to counter Cecil's reconnaissance and attacks. Under the pressure of the two phases, aerial reconnaissance began to become crucial.
Cecil has his own gryphon knights, but they are not many in number, and the gryphons domesticated by humans are far inferior to the elf giant eagles in terms of flying height and speed and adaptability to reconnaissance missions. At present, the anti-gravity technology has not yet been fully analyzed and the aircraft has not yet been realized. Gawain brought Sonia over, and the Silver Queen, who was also concerned about the disaster in the northern part of the continent, simultaneously issued an order to allow Sonia to be included in the operation. withinThe entire team of messengers served the Principality of Cecil on a "mercenary" basis and intervened in this war.
"Now we need to figure out the situation in the Red Maple region - there are an unusually large number of cluster legions gathered there, and the combat effectiveness and organization of the cluster giants are significantly higher than in other areas. I think there are at least There is a command center, and there are high-ranking priests from the Society for the Death of All Things."
"Leave it to us, the eyes from the sky will figure out the command center," Sonia nodded happily. , "Also, do you have any suggestions?"
"There is only one suggestion," Gawain said unhurriedly, "Fly as high as possible - those giants are being killed by griffins holding bombs. After several attacks, the knights have begun to understand air defense."
...
Continuous troops disappeared in the land of hills and woods in the south.
An army, an unexpected army, is advancing steadily towards the north. It comes from the strange land in the south, and it moves here like some kind of steady and firm tide. Spreading, countless abomination individuals lost contact in the process. Whether they were weak "mutants" or powerful "starting abominations", they were all submerged in the tide without distinction.
The commanders far away in Red Maple City could not accurately perceive the specific situation on the front line, but they could all feel some of the "characteristics" released by the tide - steely perseverance and no emotion. Advancement, terrible explosions, flames, burning everything...
Headon Heaton stood on the tower of Red Maple Castle, his crystallized eyeballs filled with angry light: "It has been so long. It’s time, but you can’t organize a decent counterattack!”
A Priest of All Death, who was wearing a priest’s black robe, but whose body had almost completely transformed into the form of a god, struggled to bear the burden of the leader? Angry: "The Cecil people's magical machines are very powerful, especially offensive... They can launch attacks from extremely long distances. Our army of gods' forced counterattack will only increase a large number of casualties..." < /p>
"So those who transformed waste refused to carry out the order to charge? That was an order, not a suggestion! It was an order, an order that should be carried out!" Heaton smashed the table angrily and made a loud bang. Heng, "What is the evil? It is a war weapon without fear, no pain, and no hesitation, it is a cold blade! But now those war weapons that should be powerful are running around the entire plain like driven beasts, without a trace. Disgraceful!”
The patriarch was furious and the priests were silent, but after a short period of venting, Heaton took the initiative to calm down.
He took a deep breath and felt that his slightly uncontrolled nervous system was rapidly recovering under the suppression of magical power. In order to transform into a more powerful evil individual, he absorbed the energy from the abyss of flesh and blood. He gained too much power, which made him more powerful, but also made his transformation slower, and before the transformation was completely completedHis temper became more violent.
However, after regaining his composure, he could still realize that his anger was meaningless.
He is not very good at military command. In fact, most of the priests of the Death of All Things are not good at dealing with the battlefield - they are just a dark sect after all. The high-ranking members are all priests, powerful gods (Crystal) The cluster) legion did destroy most of the power of Wang** and the Eastern Territory in a short period of time, but that was not because a group of dark priests were well commanded, but because the legion was powerful enough.
Heaton realized this calmly, and then thought about who was most suitable for the current situation.
A large number of commanders transferred from the Royal Army and the Eastern Army have now been sent to the north to attack the defense line outside Saint-Sunil City. The battle there is very important and cannot be Among the commanders who were affected, the one who could be most useful was probably that Cloade.
In the eastern part of Red Maple City, in the nearly ruined Boulder City, the crystal cluster giant Clorod stood on the high city wall, walking around slightly irritably. Some silent lower-level commanders were not far away. He lowered his head, but a little further away, a powerful blizzard still hovered between the castle area and the inner city as if taunting everyone.
A few minutes later, Cloade's pacing back and forth suddenly stopped. He reached out and took out a small crystal ball from his waist. The surface of the crystal ball was flashing with light, exuding obvious energy. heat.
Claude looked at the crystal ball intently, then stretched out his hand to rub its surface. The next second, the voice of Dean Heaton came from this magic prop that solidified the communication technique. Voice: "Don't tell me you're still dealing with that blizzard!!"
"Actually, I am still dealing with it," Cloade said, suppressing his irritability, "We encountered something unexpected. "Other troubles."
God knows why the magic network inside the castle is still running after the magic network nodes outside the castle were destroyed! It just lost some power, but it still ran!
When the Cecil people made the magic net and taught it to nobles everywhere, they definitely retained a lot of technical details! That thing is not an "ordinary large-scale magic circle" at all. It is not a magic circle that will stop running after digging out a few key cycles and cutting off a few energy connections!
“Listen, I’m not interested in the troubles you’re encountering,” the voice of Reverend Heaton continued in the crystal ball. “Our legions are in trouble in the south. You ..."
Had just finished speaking in the middle of Heaton's voice, another strange buzzing and whistling sound suddenly reached Cloade's ears, causing the crystal cluster giant to subconsciously raise his head.
He looked at the blizzard in the castle area and saw large turbulences appearing at the top of the powerful and terrifying magic storm. In the gradually weakening storm, countless sharp ice fragments were coming from the top of the cyclone. Splattering...
The blizzard has weakened!
"Your Excellency the Immortal, hereThe blizzard has subsided - Victoria Wilder's mana may have been exhausted! "
In the crystal ball, Heaton's voice paused. It seemed that he was also a little stunned. After a short silence, Cloade heard Heaton's voice coming again: "Very good, you go first. Get rid of that annoying Duchess, and then return to Red Maple immediately. I'll tell you the next task. "
The crystal ball dimmed, and Cloade stared at the magic prop for a moment before putting it away again.
In the background behind him (it), the huge stone castle shrouded The blizzard is rapidly disintegrating.
The barrier is about to collapse.
Victoria Wild stood quietly on the upper terrace of the castle, watching. The snowstorm that was gradually disintegrating had a cold look on her face.
She was wearing a white dress modified from the mage's robe, with a silver-white shawl, and she was holding a crystal-encrusted sword in her hand. A platinum staff and several frost crystals exuding cold air were hovering around her. There was a large magic circle under her feet. Countless complex and mysterious lines and runes extended from her feet to the terrace. The edge extends to the interface of the castle's magic network.
The magic network is still running, but the energy provided has been greatly reduced. Victoria knows that this is because someone destroyed the magic network unit under the outer wall.
The saboteurs did not seem to understand the principles of the Magic Network - Victoria vaguely remembered that the resurrected founding hero had taught her a few words, one of which was called "modularity" , refers to the structure of the Magic Network that relies on the combination of a large number of independent units.
This modular structure prevented the saboteurs from achieving their expected goals, and also allowed the magic supply in the inner city to be maintained to this day. , extending the time she could persist. In fact, if she continued to persist, Victoria could still make the blizzard last for at least three days.
But today, she took the initiative to end the spell.
Knights wearing gray and white armor stood on the terrace, and wizards wearing robes and looking tired and resolute stood in front of Victoria, and behind them, in the castle square, gardens, inner courtyards, city walls, and mountains The soldiers of the regiment were already on the defensive line, holding swords in their hands.
The duchess looked at these loyal subordinates who had been following her for many years, took a gentle breath, and stepped forward.
"Today is the thirtieth day, we have delayed those monsters here for thirty days!
"The breakout knights and civilians should have reached a safe place - at least, we have reached the limit.
"There is no point in continuing to maintain the defense. It is time to end this Everything.
“After the blizzard disappears, enemies will swarm in. They may have been our compatriots, the Ansu people we are familiar with, but now, they are enemies, monsters, and cannot be saved. mutants and sources of pollution, the only thing we can do is to take up arms and defendWe are born with dignity as human beings.
“Perhaps every monster we kill here is giving other Ansu people a chance to live.
“It’s a pity that I can’t take you alive. Return to hometown.
“But it’s an honor that I can die with you.
“For Ansu! ! "
The staff filled with magical light was raised high, and then struck the ground heavily.
The warriors' swords were like a forest, and their roars shook the rapidly collapsing blizzard: " For Ansu! I will die with you! ! ”
Depending on the blizzard, maybe the people here can survive for three more days, but that will completely exhaust all the mana of Victoria and the mages, and exhaust the resources stored in the castle. After the blizzard subsides, the brave and fearless The mountain regiments could only face one-sided massacre without resistance.
The northerners did not like this.
The northerners chose to die on the battlefield. >
The duchess knows this, and so do the soldiers.
There is only the last remnant of the blizzard, and those twisted and terrifying crystal cluster monsters are looming on the other side of the snow. < /p>
The knights ran towards the city wall, and the mages drank the last potion. On the castle terrace, everyone held their weapons and ran towards the last line of defense of the kingdom's fortress. Victoria just held her hand. With her own staff, she waited quietly for the blizzard to completely dissipate.
A familiar figure came into her sight at this time - the maid Maggie walked between the soldiers, holding two long swords in black. Her hair was fluttering in the wind.
This was the first time the soldiers of the Mountain Corps saw the "Maitress" armed.
"Maggie," Victoria said. He stopped his maid and said after the other party approached, "You don't need to stay here, you are not from Ansu. "
"I once swore to you," Maggie held a long sword in her hand and looked at Victoria quietly, "and in this situation, where can I go." "
"No, you're the only one who could possibly leave," Victoria looked into Maggie's eyes. "You know it—and I know it. "
Maggie showed a little surprise and a moment of panic, but before she asked, Victoria had continued: "You go to the south. ”
“Why the south? "
"The previous knights broke out to the northwest, Saint Sunil was the first line of hope, you go to the south - maybe there is the second line of hope. "
The black-haired maid met the mistress's gaze. She knew that the "hope" the other party mentioned did not belong to the Mountain Corps.
"I understand," she lowered her head. “I’m going south. "
"Very good," Victoria breathed out softly and walked forward slowly, "I will create a cyclone for you in the south - ride on it, hide yourself, and then...
"Fly, Maggie."