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- Let the time go back just a few minutes.
On the huge battlefield surrounding the World Tree Fortress.
A drastic change is taking place on both sides of the entire Parris Valley and on the plains.
Just before the shining silver war goddesses crossed the sky and cut straight into the "Yanbao" army led by Baron Dalle.
Looking from the entire battlefield, the fighting seems to have reached its most intense moment, with a frenzy of purple crystals pouring towards every section of the wall within sight of the huge fortress. In a sea of ??ominous purple light shining, the flags symbolizing Eruin humans and elves were constantly being annihilated and fell.
But occasionally, they reappear.
That symbolizes the indomitable resistance of the Tonigel people and the druids and elves in the Black Forest. The deafening shouts of killing converged into an invisible wall, blocking the advancement of the Dusk Legion.
Just as Monica had judged beforehand, the balance of victory on the battlefield is tilting - not to the side of civilization. The situation is uncontrollably slipping into the worst situation. Facing the endless army of crystal clusters, the defense line of this legendary fortress is gradually becoming precarious.
The expressionless girl, the carrier of the soul of the reborn Valhalla, is observing the situation on the entire battlefield through her branches, and displaying the details on the huge crystal facade in the Hall of Trees, while feeling deep in her heart. He analyzed the gains and losses on the battlefield without emotion, and then told Monica:
How much time is left until the last line of defense?
"I know, I know!" Monica shouted impatiently, scratching her hair irritably - although they were just bright beams of light and did not have entities.
She muttered and jumped down from the crystal tower, flying through the skylight of the hall's dome.
Through the shadow of the trees in Valhalla, there was the blue sky. Miss Guangling raised her head towards the sky and murmured to herself:
¡°¡Don¡¯t let us down!¡±
Her beautiful eyes reflected this scenery.
The endless green shadow of the towering crown of the World Tree covers nearly the entire sky, and the dark green leaves are swaying. And at some point, the huge magic circle that was forming in the sky above Valhalla had already disappeared without a trace.
Where did the Thassardian wizards go?
The noble armies on both sides of the river valley have no time to consider this issue, because the war has gradually escaped their control, turning those who were originally participants into bystanders.
After tasting the defeat, the noble knights and their large number of attendants waded back to the north bank of Welland's Ferry in embarrassment. At this time, no one was chasing them behind them. The Tonigel army had already passed them. In the distance, On the plain, they collided with the army of crystal clusters.
It was a brutal battle.
Everyone watched this scene with lingering fear.
They seem to have seen such a scene since their childhood. In myths and legends, in stories and dreams, the prophecy about the fate of the world that their mother orally told at the bedside was described in Cang Zhi's poem. Engraving - About Martha's people, the moment when the civilized world met the world's ultimate enemy.
The Twilight of the Gods¡ª¡ª
So who is whose enemy?
What is everyone fighting for here?
Is this just a civil war in this small kingdom?
Why is it like this?
Those knights in the north who have experienced or are currently experiencing this war are all the first to feel confused and afraid.
The development of things exceeds their cognition.
The beliefs and values ??they have pursued throughout their lives¡ªthe question of who is the orthodoxy of the kingdom¡ªseem to have become insignificant at this moment. However, before the nobles in the north could recover from their huge shock, the defeated army on the plains had already poured in overwhelmingly.
When the dusk army appeared, the first target of their attack was not actually the Tonigel army, nor even the World Tree Fortress with the most obvious target on the battlefield.
It¡¯s the troops of the northern nobles who were closest to the portal from the beginning.
For the crystal clusters and nightmare insects, these humans are not friendly forces in their eyes - there is no such concept in their consciousness. Their choice is to follow their instincts and attack the 'creatures of order' closest to them.
Or rather, massacre.
A sudden attack from behind, and a huge illusion betrayed by the royal party and Earl Yanbao.The sense of destruction instantly caused the northern noble coalition to collapse.
The collapse triggered a wider chain reaction.
The many noble knights who had just regrouped their armies on both sides of the Orde River and had gathered their courage to return were turned around and fled. Looking from a distance above the entire battlefield, it seemed as if a terrible rout had occurred.
This is indeed a defeat.
It¡¯s just that not all the Eruin people escaped.
On the battlefield, another group of Eruin people are defending their glory.
"These guys really escaped." Little Montolo was half-kneeling on the ground covered in blood, holding the magic sword given to him by Brando on the ground, gasping for air.
He spat with contempt on his face: "I thought they at least had some courage and understood who the real enemy was."
"It's not entirely their fault." Luo Linte leaned on the huge root system of Valhalla and witnessed this scene. At this time, he could not help but think of his own position. Not long ago, he was not qualified to laugh at these things. people.
But he didn¡¯t expect that there would be such a side behind the royal party and Earl Yanbao.
And his family, his father, really understand all this?
"They just chose the wrong person." Luo Linte murmured: "There are also brave people among the Eruin people."
"For example, you, Rollint."
"No, I'm much luckier than them, at least for now." Having said that, Luo Linte still had a huge sense of loss in his tone. There is nothing better than watching helplessly what he has worked so hard for. It¡¯s even more depressing when all hope is lost.
Not to mention, he was on the wrong path from the beginning.
But a real man will not be discouraged and give up because of this setback. As one of the most outstanding figures of the young generation in the South, Luo Linte only came back to his senses after a short moment of self-blame. He picked up Holding his sword on the tree wall of Valhalla, he stood up.
"There is no need to lament, little Montolo, time is running out. There is no winner between you and me yet - I just killed a small crystal cluster, and now our records are even."
"What?" Little Montolo was startled: "Has the situation gotten so bad? I thought we could still sustain it for a while."
"No, you are mistaken. I mean that your Lord Earl may be about to win this decisive war."
"Are you crazy, Rollint?"
Little Montolo raised his head in surprise, seeing no sign of victory on the battlefield.
But Luo Linte shook his head: "I'm not crazy. In terms of swordsmanship talent, I may not be able to match you, but when it comes to your vision on the battlefield, you are still far behind, little Montolo."
"I don't believe it, you don't need to comfort me," little Montolo replied unconvinced: "At least in this battle, I am ready to die for my country."
"Then you'd better save your life until later," Luo Linte raised his head and stared at the sky of the battlefield: "'Yanbao' has lost the final chance to win."
In his eyes.
The silver brilliance symbolizing the goddess of war cuts directly into the army led by Baron Dalle.
"That's Ms. Andrea!" Little Montolo said in loss of voice.
But then he saw an even more incredible scene.
The dots of Sassard wizards in the sky above the battlefield were falling down one after another, falling into a sea of ??amethyst and never flying again.
How is this going? Little Montolo's eyes widened and his mind was filled with questions.
A calm voice answered his question:
"The People of Silver are not the true people of God. The apprentice wizards of the Sasardians are just like mortals. Before they truly come into contact with the realm of truth and law, they cannot use magic to stay in the air for a long time on the battlefield."
Luo Linte and Little Montolo turned around and saw the pair of elf sisters appearing behind them at some point. There was a little elf sitting on the sister's shoulders, but it was not the light that had previously received them in this fortress. spirit.
That¡¯s a fire fairy.
"The magical energy that permeated the entire battlefield disappeared, and the Thassardian fleet withdrew its support, so these poor guys finally had to taste the bitter consequences."
The fire goblin¡ªor rather Prince Root of the fire elemental goblin clan replied coldly.
"The fleet" Luo Linteruo?Thoughts and answers.
Little Montolo was about to ask who this strange little guy was, but at this moment, a burst of cheers interrupted his train of thought.
He turned his head subconsciously.
At this moment, the two fleets that were stationary in the sky finally moved.
As if he had a premonition of something, the ocean of crystals on the battlefield began to stir. Under the surprised gaze of little Montolo, they actually began to retreat.
At that moment, the young man seemed to realize something in his heart. The thought was like a beam of light piercing the darkness and shining directly into the depths of his heart.
The Sarsardians failed.
They won the battle in the sky.
The 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 his thoughts, the army of nightmare insects that had been surrounding Valhalla Fortress suddenly flew up with a buzzing sound and faced the two fleets in mid-air.
And in the entire fortress, everyone felt the pressure suddenly lighten. The elf shooters who were desperately resisting the enemy in the air even fell into a state of confusion for a while.
"Fire, keep shooting!" until the frontline commander shouted again at the top of his lungs.
The army of crystal clusters is slowly retreating, and the originally flickering ocean of amethyst has broken.
The land where the gunpowder smoke has cleared shows an unknown red-black color. The dark ones are the embers left behind by the explosion, and the dark red ones are dried blood clots. In the distance, several long lines of thick smoke fell towards the horizon, while more floating battleships were converging into a torrent - like a school of sparkling fish, slowly moving towards the north.
When they entered the formation one by one and exposed their sides.
A dazzling brilliance suddenly flashed across the entire sky.
Cannons roared above the clouds, and the light of destruction poured down like raindrops. The raindrops directly penetrated the thin army of nightmare insects, projecting the light of death on the plain.
A series of continuous flashes of light lit up one after another on the plains north of the Parris Valley. Even though they were several miles away, the people on the city wall could still feel the trembling of the earth.
However, that was just the beginning.
In such an era, losing the sky is equivalent to losing victory.
Unless the Dragon of Dusk is willing to invest more Nightmare Insects here, it can regain the advantage in the sky through an offensive that covers the sky.
But under everyone's gaze, the huge black hole in the center of the battlefield is gradually weakening - obviously, even the world-destroying dragon described in the poem Cang Zhi does not exist in the world of order created by Martha. Not omnipotent.
It is not invincible.
At least here, the Eruin people won a real victory.
Suddenly, an even louder cheer erupted from this huge fortress. The roar of the mountains and tsunami was like a tidal wave, washing away everyone's hearts.
"Prepare to counterattack!"
Monica, who was sitting on the skylight, was so surprised that she almost jumped up. She flew back to the hall and shouted loudly at the expressionless girl 'Valhalla'.
"It's time for us to take a good breath of bad breath! Those damn Yankees!"
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