The gray-black giant eagle flutters across the sky, and the huge wings are gilded in the sun. This giant raptor seems to bathe in the flames of the tiny waves, passing under the clouds, reflecting in the sharp eyes. The vast land that has been turned into scorched earth below, the cluster of crystals wandering on the edge of the earth, and the steel leg that is stabilizing the front line.

After a slanting sweep, the giant eagle turned in the direction and swooped toward the earth. Its goal was the front of the steel legion.

Sonya? The frosty leaves leaped lightly down the eagle's back, and in the loud screaming sound of the giant eagle, it went to Gaowen not far away.

"Thank you for your response," Gao Wen smiled and greeted Sonya. "We really need people here."

"I saw it in the sky, this is a terrible battlefield - I can't help but think of the shackles of 700 years ago, the earth is turned into a scorched earth, and there are monsters wandering everywhere," the high-level messenger did not hide his face. Feeling and amazed, "But what surprised me is your army... To be honest, it is very different from my phenomenon."

“When I saw the full operation of these war machines, I was a little surprised,” Gao Wen said indifferently, and looked at the distance. “It won’t turn into a shackle—the land after burning will grow sprouts. Come, the plague that will be created after the death of all things will be purified sooner or later, Ansu will have one more wound, but the wound will always heal."

"Bersetia is paying attention to this disaster, but it is a pity that the empire in the far south of the mainland can't help. - She can only teach me and all the messengers and the Rangers I lead to help. In addition to staying in the grandeur. Beyond the wall of the Gunner Magister, I brought my entire team, they are still on the road, and should be there soon. Don't worry, whether it is a ranger or a messenger, we are excellent after taking the giant eagle. Scout."

Gao Wen smiled: "This is what we are short of."

Cecil is not lacking in conventional investigative forces - whether it is an elite steel ranger or a well-trained corps scout, it is an excellent ground-detecting force, but as the front moves forward, the intensity of combat continues to increase, and ground detection The pressure on the troops is getting bigger and bigger: the entire area in front is already a heavily polluted area, and there is almost no safe place to stand. Human detectives cannot penetrate between monsters. On the other hand, the cluster giants are suffering from a series of After the heavy blow, they have already reacted. They have become more vigilant, more rigorous, and even began to counter the investigation and attack of Cecil. Under the pressure of two phases, airborne investigation has become crucial.

Cecil has its own gryphon knight, but the number is not large, and the human domesticated gryphon is far superior to the Elf Giant Eagle in terms of flight altitude and speed and adaptability to the scouting task. Fully resolved, the aircraft has not yet been realized, Gao Wen took Sonya over, and the silver queen, who also paid attention to the disaster in the north of the mainland, also issued an order to allow the entire messenger team including Sonya to " The form of employment is the service of the Principality of Cecil, intervening in this war.

"Now we need to figure out the situation in the Red Maple region - there are a huge number of clusters of crystal clusters, and the cluster giants have significantly more combat power and organization than other regions. I think there is at least one command center there, and there are The high-ranking priests of the eternal life will sit down."

"Give it to us, the eyes from the sky will understand the command center," Sonya nodded happily. "In addition, do you have any suggestions?"

"There is only one suggestion," Gao Wen said, not too slow. "Try to fly a little higher - the giants have begun to understand air defense after being attacked several times by the gryphon knight holding the bomb."

......

The successive troops disappeared in the land where the hills and woods were interlaced.

An army and an unexpected army are steadily advancing toward the north. It comes from the strange land of the South, and it spreads like a steady and firm tide along the way, countless gods. Individuals lose contact in this process, whether they are weak "variants" or powerful "starting gods", which are submerged in the tide without any difference.

The commanders far away from Red Maple City could not accurately perceive the specific conditions of the front line, but they could all feel the "traits" released by the tide - steel-like, unrelenting advancement, terrible explosion, Flames, burn everything...

The head of Heaton stood on the tower of the Red Maple Castle. The crystallized eyeballs were filled with angry light: "It has been so long, can you organize a decent counterattack?!"

A priest wearing a black robes, but whose body has almost completely transformed into a sacred form, is eager to bear the anger of the Master: "The Cecil's magical machines are very powerful, especially offensive...they It is possible to launch an attack at an extremely long distance, and our gods and the army will only increase the number of casualties after forcing a counter-attack..."

"So those orders that convert waste refuse to perform the charge? That is an order, not a suggestion! It is an order, an order that should be executed!" Heaton slammed the table angrily and made a loud bang. "God is What? There is no fear, no pain, no hesitation of war weapons, it is a cold blade! But now those war weapons that should be strong are like the beasts being driven out of the plains everywhere, no decent!"

The priest was furious, and the priests were stunned, 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 god, he took too much power in the flesh and blood. It made him stronger, but it also made his transformation slower, and the temper became more violent before the transformation was completed.

However, after regaining his calmness, he still realized that his anger was meaningless.

He is not very good at military command. In fact, most of the dead are not good at dealing with the battlefield. They are only a dark sect. The high-ranking members are all from the official. The powerful gods (crystal clusters) are really short. It destroyed most of the forces of the kingdom and the east, but it was not because a group of dark gods commanded the party, but because the army was strong enough.

Heaton was calmly aware of this and then wondered who was best suited to the situation at hand.

A large number of commanders converted from the Kingdom Army and the Eastern Army Corps have now been sent to the north to attack the defense line outside the city of St. Sunil. The battle there is very important and cannot be affected, but the command behind The official, the most likely to come in handy is probably that Korod.

In the eastern part of Hongfeng City, in the ruined boulder city, the cluster giant Corode stood on the high wall and walked a little irritably. Some of the savage lower-level commanders lowered their heads not far away. A little further away, a powerful blizzard is like ridiculing everyone, still hovering between the castle and the inner city.

A few minutes later, Corode's pacing motion stopped suddenly. He reached out and pulled a small crystal ball from his waist. The surface of the crystal ball was shining and emitting obvious heat.

Corot looked at the crystal ball and fixed his eyes, and then rubbed his hand to rub the surface. The next second, the magical props that solidified the communication, the voice of the captain of Heaton: "Don't tell me you." Still dealing with the blizzard!!"

"In fact, I am still dealing with it," said Korod, suppressing the irritating emotions. "We have encountered unexpected troubles."

God knows why the magic net inside the castle is destroyed and the magic net is still running! It just reduced the power, but it is still running!

When the Cecils made the magic net and passed it on to the local aristocrats, they absolutely reserved a lot of technical details! That thing is not at all "a common magical array of ordinary magic", not to dig up a few key cycles, cut off a few magical arrays that will stop running after the energy connection!

"Listen, I am not interested in the trouble you have encountered." In the crystal ball, the voice of the captain of Heaton continued to spread. "Our army has encountered trouble in the south, you..."

Heaton’s voice was just halfway through, and another weird humming and whistling sound was suddenly introduced into Corod’s ear, causing the cluster giant to raise his head subconsciously.

He looked at the blizzard in the Castle District and saw a large tract of turbulence at the top of the powerful and terrifying magic storm. In the gradual weakening of the storm, countless sharp pieces of ice were splashing from the top of the cyclone...

The blizzard has weakened!

"God Lord, the blizzard here has weakened - Victoria? Wilde's mana is probably exhausted!"

In the crystal ball, Heaton’s voice paused. It seems that he was also a little wrong. After a short silence, Corod heard the sound of Heaton’s voice again: “Very good, you solve the nasty woman first. Duke, then immediately return to Red Maple, I will tell you the next task."

The crystal ball dimmed, and Korod stared at the magic prop for a moment before re-closing it.

In the background behind him, the snowstorm over the boulder castle is rapidly disintegrating.

......

The barrier is about to collapse.

Victoria? Wilde stood quietly on the upper terrace of the castle, watching the blizzard that was gradually disintegrating, his face cold.

She wore a white tunic that was modified from the robe of the mage, draped in a silver-white shawl, holding a staff with crystal and platinum in her hand, and several frosty crystals with cold and cold chills beside her. Hovering, she was stepping on a large array of ruins, and numerous complex lines and runes extending from her feet extended to the edge of the terrace and extended to the interface of the castle's magic net.

The Magic Net is still running, but the energy provided has been greatly reduced. Victoria knows that this is because someone has destroyed the magical network unit in the underground.

The destroyer does not seem to understand the principle of the magic net - Victoria is vaguely remembered, the dead and reborn hero has taught himself a few words, one of which is called "modular", which refers to the magic net A structure that relies on a large number of independent units.

This modular structure allows the destroyers to fail to achieve the desired goals, and the inner city's magic supply has been maintained to this day, prolonging the time that they can persist. In fact, if it continues to force itself, Victoria can at least allow the blizzard to continue. Three days.

But today, she took the initiative to end the cast.

The knights wearing gray armor stood on the terrace, standing in front of Victoria, wearing robes, tired and determined mage, behind them, in the castle square, garden, inner court, city wall, mountain corps The soldiers have stood on the line of defense and held swords.

The female duke looked at the subordinates who followed me for many years and was loyal, and took a breath and stepped forward.

"Today is the 30th day, we have been delaying those monsters here for 30 days!

"The breakout of the Knights and the civilians should have reached a safe place - at least, we have reached the limit.

"It’s no longer meaningful to continue to defend, it’s time to end it all.

"After the blizzard disappears, the enemies will flock. They may have been our compatriots. They used to be familiar Ansuo people, but now they are already enemies, monsters, irresponsible mutators and pollution sources. The only thing that can be done is to take up arms and defend our dignity.

"Perhaps every monster we kill here is trying to get a chance to live for other Ansu people.

"Unfortunately, I can't bring you back to my hometown.

"But I am honored that I can go to die with you.

"For Ansu!!"

The staff full of magical radiance lifted high and then slammed heavily.

The warriors are like swords, and the snoring sounds like the blizzard that is rapidly collapsing: "For Ansu! Go with you to die!!"

Depending on the blizzard, perhaps the people here can live three more days, but that will completely exhaust the mana of Victoria and the Masters, exhausting the resources stored in the castle. After the blizzard ceases, the brave mountain corps can only resist. The situation is followed by a one-sided slaughter.

People in the Northland do not like this.

The northern people chose to die on the battlefield.

The Duke knows this and the soldiers know this.

The blizzard has only the last remaining wave, and the twisted and horrible cluster of monsters is faintly visible across the snow.

The knights ran to the wall, and the mages drank the last potion. On the castle terrace, everyone took the weapon and rushed to the last line of defense of the kingdom fortress. Victoria just held his own staff and quieted. Waiting for the blizzard to completely dissipate.

A familiar figure entered her sight at this time - the maid Maggie walked between the soldiers, carrying two long swords, and the black hair rose in the wind.

This is the first time the soldiers of the Mountain Corps have seen the "servant" armed.

"Maggie," Victoria called his maid, and said after the other person approached, "You don't have to stay here, you are not an Ansu."

"I have sworn to you," Maggie said, holding a long sword and quietly watching Victoria. "And now, in this situation, I can go there."

"No, you are the only one who can leave," Victoria looked at Maggie's eyes. "You know this - I know."

Maggie showed some horror and a moment of confusion, but before she asked, Victoria continued: "You go south."

“Why is it south?”

"The former Knights broke out to the northwest, St. Sunil was the first line of hope, you are going south - maybe there is a second line of hope."

The black maid greets the hostess's gaze. She knows that the "hope" in the other party does not belong to the mountain corps.

"I understand," she lowered her head. "I will go south."

“Very good,” Victoria sighed softly and walked slowly. “I will make a cyclone for you in the south – take it, hide yourself, then...

"Fly, Maggie."

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