As soon as Valley unleashed the power of fate, the entire battlefield became chaotic. The sandmen fled the battle line one after another, some immediately knelt down to the heroic spirit and did not dare to move, and some put away their weapons and fled desperately to the rear. The elven rebels and centaur legions under the walls also slowed down their attacks and waited to see what happened. Only the blood-helmeted warriors, who had no emotion, were still mechanically climbing the city walls, attacking the defenders' defenses.

Given's eyes looked at Valley, who had turned into a giant, and two completely different moods flooded over him.

In the hands of its true master, Destiny of the Sword is like a beast that has unshackled it, violently pouring torrents of spells into Vallei's body, bursting with unparalleled power

。 This made Jiwen, who had also controlled his fate, a little unwilling and envious.

But on the other hand, Jiwen also knows better than anyone that in order to inspire fate, it is necessary to endure the pain of a torn heart. There seems to be an inescapable entanglement between the elven Copperbeard and Vallei, who he created.

The face of the sandwoman warrior transformed into the magic flame was clear, and a sad expression hung on her face undisguised. The stronger the power of fate at this moment, the more it proves how deep the scar in Valley's heart just now is.

Givens looked at the changed Vallet with guilt, but after a moment he noticed something unusual. Valley had been incarnated into a giant Heroic Spirit that had not moved, her eyes staring aimlessly at the entire battlefield, the expression on her face beginning to change, and the magical flames all over her body began to surge irregularly.

"Oops!"

Ji Wen remembered that when he first activated the power of fate in the Ten Thousand Beast Forest, he was also dominated by a violent emotion, and almost lost his mind. After a long mental struggle, he slowly regained control of his body.

At this moment, Valé's strength from fate is even stronger, and the spiritual impact is more intense. She must still be struggling to harness the cursed sword, unable to control her transformed body.

It wasn't just Given, who noticed this, but on a hill in the corner of the battlefield, Enzodo, the great chief of the sanders, yelled at his subordinates unwillingly.

"Get those cowardly bastards back, they have to give me a fight!"

Enzodo's anger burned in his heart, and this siege battle was interrupted by the guy named Valé. If it weren't for the fact that she had turned into a heroic spirit of Mingsha and cut off the attacking team, the next moment of battle would have gone down in history forever.

Just as Enzodo gritted his teeth and looked at the transformed Valé, a loud tremor suddenly came from under the walls of the royal capital. Without warning, the foundation of a section of the city wall burst open, and countless yellow sand spread out of it. The city walls, which had lost their support, immediately collapsed, and even those defensive inscriptions on the walls did not work.

According to the original plan, the witch doctors of the sandman tribe used quicksand to erode the foundation of the royal capital's defensive wall, and finally carved a small gap in the defensive wall. According to the original plan, the Sandman Legion should continue to fight through the gap into the city at this moment. But now they were too frightened by the little girl's spell to move forward.

Enzodo impatiently raised his hand, pointed at Valley's figure, and shouted to the great witch doctors who had just finished casting the spell, "Get rid of the thing that is blocking us?"

"But that's the ancestor Mingsha......"

Before one of the dissenters could finish his sentence, Enzodo interrupted him.

"Do you think I'm blind? I don't care who it is, I'm going to get the Elf King Capital now, and I'll want it right away!"

Enzodo didn't like the name Mingsha at all. It was from Mingsha's cowardly descendants that his ancestors took away the land and power to get the status of the Great Chief. Today, thousands of years later, he will not stop for the sake of the false name of the legendary hero

Steps forward.

Enzodo's attitude caused the Great Witch Doctor to stop arguing and start casting spells. A moment later, a terrifying storm of sand and dust began to spawn on the battlefield, flying straight towards where Valley stood.

Seeing the surging storm and the gap in the wall that was about to be attacked by the Bloodhelm warriors, Jiwen immediately put the shield "Mirror Shadow" on his hand, and then commanded Adelia in a telepathic voice: "Go to the city wall!"

"Hmm. ”

Without any superfluous communication, the two of them immediately parted tacitly and ran in two directions on the battlefield.

Givens took a few steps, and finally stood in the midst of Valley and the raging sand. The shield mirror in his left hand is like a greedy hungry beast constantly absorbing Jiwen's life force, and the passage of life is like blood bewitching the burning spirit in his right hand. The demon soul fused in the sword immediately became excited, and the power of the flames continued to be unleashed to wrap Jiwen's body.

In a short moment, a new giant appeared in front of the sandwoman warrior, his body was like a demon, all made up of blazing flames, the flame demon's right hand held a twisted flame sword, and his left hand was holding a shield-shaped flame

。 A pair of massive flaming claw wings reached out of his back, flapping the air and carrying him toward the terrifying storm.

The magical storm contained terrifying destructive power, and the swift sand and dust tore at everything it encountered along the way, tearing apart not only the sand and dust*, but also the toxins and paralyzing damage.

But Givan paid no attention to the wounds torn by the flying sand, and he firmly held his shield against him, closing in on the center of the storm.

The surface of the shield mirror absorbs the impact of countless flying sands, devouring the power of the storm. Soon the wind began to weaken, and finally turned into a weak air current, and countless metal sand fell from the sky like a waterfall, covering everything around it.

But the calm only lasted for a moment, and soon the air in front of the mirror shadow swirled again, and the heavy metal sand was once again swept into the air, forming a shining stream of dust that rushed towards the witch doctors who had just cast the spell.

The hillock where the Great Chief Enzodo was located was immediately engulfed in dust. The knoll of dirt and boulders was flattened by the rapid swirling dust stream, and when the storm passed, only a cloud of metal quicksand was left to drown everything.

At this moment, although Valley could not move her body, her consciousness was still clear. She watched as Jivin stood in front of her before her, and then turned into a flaming monster and flew into the air.

She knew what Jivin was going to do. But she also knew that Givens didn't know the terrifying power of the witch doctors to create the storm. The moment she saw the blazing light and shadow before the terrifying storm, she immediately understood what Ancestor Mingsha had said to her.

"When you watched him bravely walk to that fateful end alone, but couldn't do anything about it, that's how I felt at the time. ”

The feeling of empathy poured out of Vallei's heart like a torrent, and her body began to react.

And when Jivin's shield miraculously absorbed the power of the storm and reflected it. An inexplicable joy finally burst out, allowing Vallei to completely break free from her shackles and tame her unruly fate.

The giant sandwoman warrior came to life in an instant, and she leaped to her feet with great agility and floated towards where her companion was. At this moment, Vallei finally felt that the pain in her body had disappeared, and a new force was surging from the fate in her hands.

She looked down at the battlefield from the air, and warned the terrified sandmen on the ground in an unmistakable tone.

"Sons and daughters of the desert, lay down your arms and leave this forest, or you will end up like those who broke their oaths. ”

Although she is a descendant of the hero Mingsha, these ten generations of great chieftains have slaughtered the Mingsha family at will, and at this moment this humiliation can finally be washed away by fate.

Valley's fate pointed to the knoll that had been flooded with metal gravel, and the witch doctors and chieftain's guards who had narrowly escaped had just risen from the sand and tried to escape.

But with the swing of the blade of the Sword of Destiny, a thick golden streak of light fell from the sky, enveloping the entire hillock.

Under the golden light, everything shattered silently, and the bodies of the sandmen and witch doctors all dissolved into nothingness that was invisible to the naked eye in an instant. This is how "fate" shatters everything and destroys all power.

By the time Valley's massive body fell, the golden light had dissipated, and the ground that had been a hillock had turned into an unfathomable rift.

The sanders who watched this scene were all shocked by this legendary power. Every sand man has no doubt that the hero Mingsha, who was once able to split the gate of the demonic royal capital, has returned to this world.

Vallet's warnings are fresh in her ears, and the end of the rebellion is just around the corner. Whether out of fear or conviction, the Sandmen began to flee the battlefield, throwing down their weapons and siege vehicles and fleeing in confusion towards the west

。

Seeing that her compatriots began to retreat, Vallet turned her head and looked to her right. Here, a monster wrapped in flames like a demon still remained in the air.

She knew that the man hiding under the blazing flames was Giving, or Copperbeard. So she shouted, "I've handed over the sandmen here, and you hurry to the city wall." ”

Hearing Valley's reminder, Givens nodded, turned and flew towards the city wall that was in danger. But just as he was about to fly away, he heard a faint thank-you again.

"Thank you, Copperbeard. ”

Jiwen didn't look back, didn't answer even a few words, it was superfluous to make any response at the moment, he only moved his body slightly to the side and gestured slightly, and then calmly left, flying towards the city wall.

At this moment, in the gap in the city wall, a group of elves who had just arrived were fighting with the blood helmet. Former sheriffs of Soqima City, Quinn and Ares, had just knocked down a Bloodhelm warrior with all their might, but more Bloodhelmet had climbed the crumbling wall.

Looking at the murderous machines with hideous faces, a pessimistic thought came to the hearts of the old couple at the same time.

The walls were almost unfortified.

In the bloody battle just now, nearly half of the teammates fell to the ground, and now the blood helmet is still pouring up the wall, staring at the blood-red eyes, rushing straight over.

Ares gasped for breath and looked unwillingly at the battlefield under the city walls. Obviously, the tide of battle has been reversed, and just under the city walls, the mighty female warriors of the sand people like giants have forced back most of the sand army. But now that reinforcements have not arrived, this gap may be broken at any time.

In the moment of the Guardian's despair, a golden dividing line appeared in front of Ares, and one of the blood helmets that was rushing towards Ares seemed to hit a wall, bending its body at a strange angle and falling to the ground.

"What's going on?"

Ares looked ahead in surprise, and right in front of him, countless blood helmets were huddled together, howling, tearing at each other's limbs, and casting spells, but none of them could break through the limitations of the golden streak and cross the distance of less than a finger.

Is it an enchantment? No, it's more powerful than an enchantment. The defenders, who had just been determined to die, put down their weapons at this moment and looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

The golden lines quickly split apart, and countless golden lines intersected horizontally and vertically like a large net separating the space opposite the elves.

The golden thread is not only divided into space, when the golden thread passes through those blood helmets, both the * and the armor are neatly cut,

Revealing terrible wounds.

A web of death enveloped the breach, and all the blood helmets that poured into the breach were shredded into shards of metal and flesh, and the crisis was resolved almost instantly.

But who accomplished such a great spell?

Everyone looked around behind the divider, this strange spatial spell was beyond the comprehension of most elves, and no one knew which master had completed the crucial spell.

Ares was also looking around, and soon found a petite figure in front of his sharp eyes, stepping on golden planes in the air, heading straight for the gap. Looking at the familiar movements and body, Ares couldn't bear it, only to see him jump up, wave his hands and shout, "Adella, Adella, we are here!"

Ares's friend Quinn was also watching with his weapons on the sidelines. He was also very excited to see his old friend Adelia appear. But Quinn, who has always been calm, is more concerned about another matter.

Where's Adella's summoned beast, and where is the Gilvin, who gives people hope every time?

Just then, Quinn looked up and saw a black figure with huge wings flying over his head.