"This ...... What's going on...... What's going on?......!"

The man who complained at the beginning, but was punched in the head by Beowulf's fist, looked at everything in front of him, and stammered and asked. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this time, in his heart, the things that happened with Beowulf just now have been completely left behind, the resentment that Beowulf lost face on the spot, the fear in his heart that was debunked by Beowulf has completely disappeared, and all that remains is the confusion of not knowing what to do, that is, the dazed feeling that he does not even dare to produce the slightest fear, and he does not know how to produce it.

Next to him and behind him, there was no one to answer his question, for everyone was as shocked as he was, and they did not know what to say or do at this time, and even Beowulf, who had just stirred up everyone's blood, could not get a word out of his throat at this time.

Because, in front of them, all the way to the end of the horizon, where the forest should have grown, is now nothing, as literally, there is nothing left, the trees that obscure the sky and cannot see the end, the insects that hide in the gaps of the trees, the birds that sing and play in the canopy, the animals that feed on the forest, and even the druids who may exist in the forest, are gone, they cannot still exist。

On the top of the earth, reflected on everyone's retina, there are only blackened roots and stakes left, and the upward side of the stakes is unusually smooth, as if it has been cut by someone with a sharp weapon in an instant, but who has such a powerful ability to cut down the entire forest in a split second?

The gaze moved down slightly, and the ground in front of everyone had turned into a wet and slimy swamp, in which the rain mixed with the ashes and ashes of the fire formed this shallow swamp-like thing, this swamp will exist until tomorrow summer, in the hot and dry weather, the water will slowly dry up, and what will be left at that time will be the best environment for plant growth, full of nutrients without any competition for growth environment.

Because the time is still in the middle of noon to the time of the afternoon, in the sky above everyone's heads, although the huge fireball is still so brilliant, emitting a scorching light and ability, illuminating everything in the field of vision very clearly, but at this moment, such a scene in the eyes can not help but stretch out in the heart to produce a slight chill, from the spine through the spinal cord, through the nerves to the brain, stimulating the brain cranial nerves, making people feel abnormally cold.

"It's not just the forest, but all the creatures inside?"

The first to come back to her senses was actually the female warrior from Ulster, who saw her close her eyes and gently inhale the air, her nose fluttered slightly, and she woke up the people next to her with a solemn but natural tone.

Although it was very faint, Skahan's keen sense of smell could clearly catch a trace of putrid smell in the air, which was the smell of corpses that only appeared after being soaked in water for a long time.

"It's Attila! ”

Beowulf, who was next to him who had recovered from the shock, did not pick up Skaha's words, he took a deep breath, dispelled the shock in his heart, and withdrew his gaze from the empty space in front of him, and said word by word.

"Only Attila's sword can cause such destruction on the main plane. ”

The one that is already the strongest attack in the current main plane, the one that can change the map with just one attack, the beauty that you will never forget as long as you watch it, the shock that will definitely be imprinted in the depths of your mind, that is the torrent of light that even ignorant children will stop crying and cannot speak for the whole world.

"Attila? ”

Skaha muttered quietly, then turned around and glanced at it, sighing silently, she knew that the morale that Beowulf had just gathered with great difficulty had been wiped out under the impact of this scene, after all, these berserkers were no longer the ones before.

The oldest group of berserkers who had been following Beowulf through the two battles of Scandinavia had survived only a handful of them until now, while a large part of the others were Barushinger who followed Siegmund, and there were others who had gone through the second battle, such as the Goths, the Sadmanlands, the Simanlands, the Jestricklands, the Vilmorans, the Medalpads, and the Heersinlands.

Although the berserkers from these places, these tribes, in terms of technology, combat effectiveness, and even belief in Odin, are not inferior to the Yeats led by Beowulf himself in terms of enthusiasm for battle, and even experienced the second Scandinavian defensive battle, they have seen the power of Beamon, Mammoths and giants, and they do not lack experience in large-scale battles, but ......

When they saw this scene for the first time, when they saw such a scene that should not appear on the main plane, should not appear in this mortal world, they still couldn't help but be silent, and the flame in their hearts that was stirred up by Beowulf's words was gradually becoming smaller, and the emotions called timidity and fear were also involuntarily, uncontrollably spreading slowly and rapidly at the bottom of the heart lake.

Skaha could clearly see that the eyes of one of the warriors had become dilated, his pupils were widening, his mouth was open, and his calves were trembling slightly, this was not fear, what was fear, maybe after a while, under the spread of fear, without the influence of external forces, he would also throw down his weapon and turn around and run towards the east, in the direction of his hometown.

However, such a thing would not have happened, and even if it did, it would not have appeared in front of Beowulf at this time, and he turned around, his spiky eyes swept over the faces of his men, and his gaze made the berserkers gathered here from all directions look away and lowered their heads.

Just as Beowulf was trying to stir up the courage of the crowd once again and dispel the clouds of timidity and fear from his heart, something suddenly happened that made him stop the speech he was about to start and clench the red magic sword in his hand.

Skaha, who was next to him, quickly pulled out his spear from behind him, held it in his hand and took a fighting posture, the tip of the spear pointed far ahead, the worry and playfulness on his face were swept away, and it became as calm as a cold boulder.

However, after a few seconds, both Beowulf and Skaha invariably put away their weapons, the corners of Skaha's mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a touching smile, and Beowulf's movements were a little bigger, his hands were wide open, and a very hearty laugh came out of his mouth.

In this place, at this time, there was no one else who could make Beowulf and Skaha smile like this...... That one had been here before, and should be in Jutland now......

"Miss Alice, I didn't expect to see you here. ”