Alicization IV

Feeling scared? Mortals?

In your blood, do you still remember the fear and hatred of these huge wings?

The top floor of the Dragon Palace collapsed with a sudden burst and impact, and in the midst of this huge roar, a shadow that made people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts rose straight up, and then burst into the clouds with a huge sonic boom of air tearing. Hidden in the leaden-gray stratus clouds.

Dragon, Angry Minerius. Even after being killed and sealed for thousands of years, its shell still did not completely decay. With a little effort, the corpse will be able to mobilize its wings once again under Minnie's control, bringing destruction and death to the world.

Even if the process doesn't last long.

"What do you think of the city? Angry Minarius? Above the clouds, Minnie asked softly to the dragon remains beneath her feet.

Of course, she couldn't get a response from the jaws of a dead dragon. She didn't expect a response, either. After all, she had only devoured the dragon's soul a few minutes earlier, and if the dragon skeleton did speak, perhaps she would be startled.

Maybe you'll be scared and fall from the sky?

But nothing happened, so she answered herself.

"It's a thriving city. It's both delicate and lively. In our time, it was never expected that so many mortals would live together, and there were no decent defenses. ”

Of course, after all, so many years have passed since the age of the dragons. Gone are the days when the Dowagers commanded their legions and fought each other in the skies.

And it's been a long time since mortals have lost their natural enemies.

"If it had been at that time, maybe I would have just gone down and had a good time. After all, that's what a dragon should do. The girl on the dragon's back shook her head slightly. A look of pity. "But not anymore."

"I'm going to save it from another group of people."

She sighed, and the dragon's remains pierced through the clouds and swooped toward the ground.

Her goal is the Stormcloak's legion outside the city.

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There are always people in this world who are not afraid of death.

They are stubborn, they are fierce, they dare to attack the tight enemy arrays single-handedly, or they dare to challenge the trolls of the wilderness with a wooden shield on their backs—if such an attempt to find death is successful, their previous actions will be called steadfast and brave, and there is a good chance that these guys will be crowned heroes or brave men.

But that's only a small part.

A large part of the mercenaries, adventurers, hunters, soldiers have such a kind of suzhì, but almost all of them do not live to the moment of glory - the hero's path is paved with white bones, and both enemy and allied are an indispensable part of it.

But the price still doesn't make them retreat. Maybe those who died also knew this, but there was still something that drove them to challenge impossible tasks, or to crusade against those overly powerful monsters, and then they were killed or eaten, and a few lucky enough to come back alive could only spend the rest of their lives as disabled.

It's tragic, but this

Kill an enemy, or be killed by an enemy. The odds of the two are never equal. And in many cases, it is often the latter that is more likely. But even so, these people who are sent to death are still endless, endless.

What are they for? 】

[Honor? Faith? Money? Or something else? 】

[Incomprehensible.] 】

Minnie Mouse looked down suspiciously, the tip of her tongue against her palate.

These guys should be frightened.

There is no reason why they should not be afraid.

No matter what, no army wants to fight a dragon head-on.

Like the Age of the Dragon, or the snow before it, when Dova's wings flapped against the clouds, any mortal army should crumble, break up, and be eaten away in despair like a hare preyed upon by eagles.

However, when Minnie harnessed the wreckage of Angry Minerius, flapping her wings towards the stormcloaks outside the city, she was met with unexpected resistance.

The rebels were still in disarray, but they were swinging their axes at Minnie Mouse in a frenzy. There were also a number of crossbowmen who fired at the dragon's remains in the air. It's like trying to knock it down.

"Oh, is it because I have been the foundation in Longxiao Palace for too long, and the former majesty and momentum have been corroded. So much so that it was mistaken for a strange giant bird? You're being underestimated, Angry Minerius. The girl gently kicked the dragon carcass at her feet, frowning to express her displeasure.

She seemed to have forgotten that the Nu Minerius who carried her was nothing more than a dead corpse without a soul—and a corpse could not be mentally suppressed by a subordinate creature like a real dragon.

And the closer she gets, the fiercer the resistance becomes. By the time she arrives in the skies above the rebels. The cacophony of sound could reach the girl's ear.

'Archer! Kill that guy up there! ’

'She's only one!' ’

'This thing just looks like a dragon!' Look at its belly rotting out of the bones! ’

That frenzied battle is almost going to become something tangible.

Well, it's not an unusual thing. After all, the city in front of them is about to fall, and countless spoils of war are waiting for them to divide up. And now, a strange thing suddenly emerges from the clouds, and it would be considered the dying throes of the snowman.

After all, there are many of them.

"Do these guys think that a lot of people is useful?" Minnie Mouse tilted her head, and a stray arrow flew past her ear. Cut off a short strand of hair on the girl's sideburns.

It made her feel a little angry.

She harnessed the dragon's wreckage, darting from the edge of the battlefield to the center. "Let me think, when all the bugs are gathered together, what is the easiest way to deal with them?"

"Probably this?"

Minnie opened her mouth slightly. A hurried word spat out of his mouth quickly.

"Strun-Bah-Qo"

The sky suddenly became overcast. In the endless sky, purple-black cirrus clouds turned into huge whirlpools like giant eyes.

'Tick, tick'

One of the officers in the Stormcloak looked puzzled. He reached out and looked at the water stains in his hands. "It's raining?"

"It seems that there shouldn't be rain at this time......" he looked up, looking at the cloud vortex in the sky. In the muffled roar of thunder, something white seemed to be flickering.

'Thunderbolt——!!! ’

A bolt of lightning struck down, smashing the officer to charcoal.

Then came the second, third, and fourth...... Where there are more people, the more dense the lightning strikes.

And the ensuing rainstorm undoubtedly strengthened the effect of lightning strikes.

The morale of the rebels fell to freezing point in the blink of an eye. The courage they had shown before was worn out almost instantly. What was originally a mess of the formation completely collapsed. They screamed and roared, and even the most prestigious rulers could no longer restrain them.

And this also exacerbates their deaths.

With every thunderbolt, at least thirty people lost their combat effectiveness. At most, five of them were struck by lightning, ten died of accidental injuries, and the remaining fifteen were trampled to death by their chaotic companions.

They may only be able to hope that the storm will end sooner.

However, such a thunderstorm also lasts at least half an hour – but many of them don't live more than half an hour.

"Mortal." Minnie shook her head and landed gently on the ground.

No one has time to take care of her anymore.

"After being busy for a long time, in the end it's just something that can be solved so simply." She drew the ebony blade from her back and slashed at anyone who stood in her way, or might be in her way.

"Who made your wizards be held back?"

Gerd was in the outer city, and Wu En was dragged far away by Farenga.

Such lightning strikes are not very powerful. Killing some ordinary people or miscellaneous soldiers with a little training may not be stressful. But dealing with battle-hardened warriors is quite problematic - they can be paralyzed, they can be seriously injured, but they can't be killed.

You'll have to kill as many officers as you can before the wizards react. Whether it's Gerd or Wun, a large-scale tranquility spell or a thunderbolt enchantment must not be too difficult for them.

"Well, let's kill as many as we can before they get back."

Minnie Mouse moved her fingers gently. Slashing at every rebel officer in sight with the speed of a wind.

The rebels may want to resist, but they are hindered by thunder. By the time they had escaped the range of the lightning strike, Minnie had already slit their throats and severed their limbs.

Until the general trend is set. There were no outside factors that hindered Minnie's actions.

There was no tranquility, no enchantments, and no high-level spell scrolls that popped up.

"It seems that the people of Xueman are not exactly sitting still." Minnie Mouse turned her head and looked at the snow not far away.

It was not affected by the storm. But the number of erected columns of smoke has decreased considerably. It seems that just putting out the rebellion should still be within Barguf's reach. It is also not known how much blood will be shed after the end of this war.

"Really, what do I do with headaches for these things? What does it matter to me how many people die? ”

Until now, Minnie Mouse didn't know why she did it. Why save a city that she was almost ruined by her more than a month ago.

Was it because of the request of the sacrifice called Ruby?

No, she was praying for Alice. And not Minnie. And Lucia is probably the only person in the city who only thinks of her as Minnie.

[I don't know what happened to that little guy now.] It should be fine. 】

Minnie Mouse shook her head.

"Minnie Alice." The girl repeated her new surname with a heavy weight: "A-L-I-C-E"

"Bah, that's not smooth."

She looked up, looking beyond the obstacles of the battlefield and the hustle and bustle of the city. Then through the mountains and hills, he looked straight to the west and north, where Mosal was.

"Well, let me see if you deserve the name. Mortal. ”