The Etiquette of the Soldiers is To Meet Up

　　 Allen cast his gaze back at the Kuroshio under the city wall, watching the people of Deria who were about to disappear into his vision.

　　 He probably knows why the soldiers on the wall are so happy.

　　 The answer is obvious. It is impossible for the people of Dria to escape, so they must have solved the problem.

　　 Although the Kuroshio is a natural disaster in the north, it is a very regular existence.

　　 But this year's Kuroshio has obviously undergone unexpected changes, not to mention that the time has been advanced, and there are other factors involved.

　　 If there is no one behind it, it would be an insult to their IQ.

　　Before, they were unable to do so because they had extra heart. They were able to stabilize the defense line of the ice-bound fortress.

　　 And now, after the support arrives, they already have the initiative, no longer just passively waiting for the opponent to move.

　　The way of alternating cards in rounds is not in line with their style at all. For them, who represents the face of the empire, when do they need to endure the opponent's provocation.

　　 directly attack, find the black hand behind, and then solve the problem, this is their habit.

　　 Moreover, this is not only efficient, but also greatly reduces the battle damage rate.

　　 If you passively repel waves of dark tides, God knows how many people will die in this disaster.

　　 If the opponent makes a big move at that time, then they are likely to be wiped out when they are exhausted. It is better to take advantage of the current heyday.

　　 It’s just that I don’t know if it is a human being or a "god" who is shooting behind the scenes.

　　 The long knife in his hand slashed suddenly, bringing up the whistling wind.

　　 A war knife with mottled blood swept across the neck of the demon wolf in front of him, the dark purple blood surged, and the coquettish blood spewed out, and Alan's face couldn't help being stained with a few traces of blood.

　　 But Alan's eyes were extremely long and deep, and he didn't care about the blood stains on his body at all.

　　 On the battlefield, life and death are ignored, not to mention things like hygiene.

　　 If you still pay attention to such inconsequential things on the battlefield, you will either be short-sighted or foolish.

　　 He was just thinking about what is behind this black tide.

　　 If it is a puppet master, how did the opponent cross the extreme north when he was severely wounded, and reached the Forest of Skeleton within a few hours after the ceremony in the city of Griya, setting off a wave of monsters.

　　 If not, then a trace of the evil spirit's will descends, is it really possible to cause such a huge disaster?

　　 It's not that Alan looks down on Cthulhu, but if the opponent is so bullish, he won't be beaten back to his hometown by the gods.

　　 And what came was not the main body, it was just a ray of will, plus the weak life essence that was about to be wiped away, it could stir the wind and the rain in this way.

　　 If this is the case, then the mighty power of the gods might be beyond imagination.

　　 The next moment, Allen suddenly raised his head and looked into the empty sky outside the city wall.

　　 The dark purple smoke shrouded and spread, and the mixed flesh and bones flew up in the air, and the alchemy shell exploded causing huge mushroom-shaped smoke and dust.

　　 However, in Allen's perception, the magic particles in front of him began to surge.

　　 The spiritual power like a spider web spreads densely in the air, covering the wide area ahead.

　　 At the place where the defensive line of the frozen fortress wall was the most stressed, Master Lane stood beside the legion commander, closed his eyes, and began to connect with all the awake spellcasters on the battlefield.

　　 The majestic mental power spread rapidly, condensing into a tough spiritual thread, and docking with all the casters.

　　 The legion commander stood in front of Master Lane, guarding the opponent, waiting for the spell to end.

　　 Time passed slowly, and the coercion exuding from Master Lane became more and more shocking, even giving the illusion of distorting the light.

　　 No, that is not an illusion. Master Lane really emits a dazzling light blue radiance, but it is extremely erratic, not at all as solid as the magic of Master Lane.

　　 This brilliance is extremely shallow, but it reveals a sense of sacred purity, with a scorching breath, colliding with the air to knock out blank ripples.

　　 This is a sign of the full strength of the soul awakened, and it is also the reason why the silver rank is called Huiyao Silver.

　　 After awakening the soul of the silver rank strong, the soul is extremely powerful and can serve as the second organ of thought.

　　When you make a full shot, the soul will emit a dazzling brilliance, burning the soul and spirit of the enemy.

　　 However, with the strength of Master Ryan's Silver Tier peak, he hasn't encountered anything that requires him to do his best for many years.

　　 Besides, even if he needs to make a full shot, he can suppress this vision, as was the case with the puppet master last time.

　　 And now, Master Lane has united all the sober and powerful spellcasters on the battlefield, ready to release war spells.

　　 Therefore, Master Lane has no spare energy, and no intention to take action, suppressing the brilliant light that blooms from the soul.

Thirty spellcasters from the Executive Department of the Three Northern Cities, nearly a hundred spellcasters from the first wave of support troops led by Fred, and dozens of spellcasters from the Frozen Fortress, all retreated to the back of the battlefield and began to respond to Master Lane’s call. .

　　 It is tragic to say that the seven major fortresses of the empire all have the organization of a wizard group.

　　 Even if there are very few pure wizards, there are even sorcerers, priests and even priests who can master several magic arts, but the wizard groups of other fortresses have at least a hundred people.

　　 The Frozen Fortress is one of the exceptions, and their mage group organization is the decoration.

　　The few wizards in the fortress are all engineering units equipped by the empire to repair all kinds of magic equipment, and they have to rotate frequently.

　　 Although it is said that I am happily eating empty money every year, it is still quite uncomfortable for the army commander of the frozen fortress who returns to the imperial country in the middle of each year and is ridiculed by the legion leaders of other fortresses.

　　Because they are located in the far north of the empire, few wizards are willing to come to the north to serve.

　　 Under such circumstances, it would be okay if the Northern Territory could cultivate talents on its own, and it could be self-sufficient.

　　 But helpless, the style of the North has always been arrogant and brutal. Even ordinary citizens like to put firearms in their homes, just in case.

　　 Therefore, the northern border has always been the hometown of warriors, and there are always few wizards who walked out of the northern border.

　　 And in the past, the Northern Territory did not have the conditions to train a mage at all. It was not because of insufficient resources, but insufficient talents.

　　 There are few mages in the north, so there is no way to train mage, and then there is no mage, and in the end it falls into an infinite loop.

　　 It was the event that shocked the empire before. Master Lane was imprisoned in the north, so he had the conditions to train a mage.

　　 It was only because of the short time that Master Lane came to the North, that the wizard group of the Frozen Fortress had only a dozen members.

　　 Otherwise, they might be completely ashamed at this time.

　　 Of course, the face of the legion commander at this time is not good, even darker than the bottom of the marching pot.

　　 Gradually, a faint unvoiced sound suddenly sounded in the air, as ethereal as the sound coming from a higher-dimensional space.

　　 was extremely subtle at first, but the voice gradually became magnificent and sacred, accompanied by more and more obvious mana fluctuations in the air.

　　 The violent wind in the sky began to rotate regularly, and the crystal blue snowflakes fell from the sky, as if controlled by a pair of invisible hands, drifting towards the most dense area of ​​the animal tide.

　　 The bitter cold wind blows, and the bitter cold is even worse.

　　 But other than that, there doesn't seem to be any strange changes.

　　 No, it's not right, Allen's eyes changed suddenly, and he looked outside the wall of the fortress.

　　 The galloping tide of beasts is still fierce, but the dazzling blood is dazzlingly reflected in the package of ice crystals.

　　 The monsters rushing towards the frozen fortress, their constantly running legs resemble ice sculptures, with fine cracks appearing in the force beyond their limits, and then piercing sounds one after another on the battlefield.

　　 The frenzied demon wolf ran madly, clicked, and with a soft sound, the hind legs were broken like ice sculptures, and the dark red blood was frozen into ice crystals before it could gush out.

　　 Before the unbalanced monster had time to think about what had happened, it was splashed with flesh and blood that was trampled on by the unconscious beastly monster behind him.

　　 At the last moment of its life, it only saw its broken legs standing in place like icicles, with dazzling red lights shining at the fracture.

　　 Then, the next moment, this art-like object was crushed by the rush of beasts, leaving only the flying ice dust.

　　 Allen's face became astonished, and the battlefield was divided into two in the range of sight.

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　　 Seeing such a horrible scene, even the beast tide that has lost its reason and self-awareness was frightened, and the monsters on the second half of the battlefield began to stop.

　　 The battlefield instantly became stagnant and quiet, and the constant sound of gunfire and bows and crossbows on the fortress walls also began to cease.

　　 Allen smashed down the monster in front of him, watching this rough-skinned guy fall under the city wall, turning into a lifelike ice sculpture in the snow and ice.

　　 I have a deeper understanding of the power of spellcasters, especially Master Lane.

　　 The faint sound of comfort rang one after another on the wall, and Allen seemed to see many people relying on the wall to start drinking and eating quickly.

　　 They didn't seem to care about this scene of flying flesh and blood. They talked and laughed with the comrades beside them, and then ate them with the broken dry food with blood and sweat.

　　 However, this idle time does not seem to last long.

　　Roar!

　　 The dull thunderous roar resounded in the fog of the Skeleton Forest. The huge monster quickly stepped out of the dark purple fog, and the heavy pace made the earth tremble.

　　 Alan's face changed involuntarily, and he stared into the distance.

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