Chapter 81: Breaking the Fog
"Prophet, how long is it now?"
"There are too few sacrifices! It will take eight hours for the statue of the ancestral god to gather all the energy to open the passage!"
The Sea Giant leader was silent, it was beyond its imagination.
"Pray, child. ”
Hearing this, the leader of the sea giants joined in the prayers, and together with his people, he infused the statue with the power of faith, providing a little energy that is better than nothing.
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On the other side, Felicia lay on her back on the sea depressedly and chatted with her brother on the side: "Amos, what do you say those sea giants are doing with magic ceremonies?"
Amos was burying his head in the sea boringly, opening his nostrils and blowing bubbles, when he heard his sister's unnourished question, he raised his head: "I took a quick look, and saw them praying around the altar, and a prophet presiding." ”
Felicia: "emmm...... , this is too general, right, the magic rituals in the world all look similar. ”
Amos: "Do you have any thoughts on the mysterious energy on the mysterious energy of the magic ritual that you seized last time, the kind of statue you seized last time?"
When Felicia heard this, she was also puzzled: "I haven't seen this kind of energy, but there seems to be the breath of faith power in it, but it is not pure, it is really strange, there is still energy in the world that is not recorded in the dragon inheritance." ”
Amos pinched his chin: "It should be a mixture of energy, using the power of faith as a glue, mixing different energies together in different proportions to form a strange energy ...... with different effects." ”
Felicia was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise, "It's really the power of faith!" But, Amos, how do you know about faith knowledge that I, a legitimate priest, don't know?"
Amos muttered in an ominous voice, "You know, mages are always knowledgeable. ”
Amos didn't tell his sister that this was the dragon inheritance of the Atavistic Dragon, not that he didn't trust his younger siblings, but that it didn't do them any good to know about it, and the fewer people who knew about it, the better.
The White Dragon Lord hurriedly changed the subject: "You say, can Elena find reinforcements?"
Felicia didn't delve into the previous question, yawned, rolled over, and rested her chin on the sea.
"Who knows, though, although Elena is usually out of tune, she is quite reliable in her business. ”
Amos was about to open his mouth when he suddenly received a message from Willy, which was short, but conveyed an important message - they were on their way with reinforcements.
Amos raised his head to Felicia, who had also received the message, and the two dragons looked at each other and nodded.
"The whole army is ready!"
Woo!
The horn of the expedition sounded again.
"Assemble!"
"Find your place and stand in line!"
A fishman officer saw that an ordinary soldier was still taking advantage of the last bit of time to feed his beloved mount, and shouted: "Soldier, hurry back!"
After a hectic pass, the Fishman army was assembled.
The White Dragon Lord flew into the sky and looked at the neatly lined fish-man phalanx below: "Let's go!"
The faint clouds covered the bright moon in the sky, and the hazy moonlight sprinkled on the sea, illuminating the arc-shaped water marks crossed by the army, like a dream.
A quarter of an hour later, the army of White Scale City came to the underwater trench, and in the sea, the fish people surrounded the white dragon and protected it in the center, and all kinds of sea beasts around it were constantly cruising.
The white dragon looked at the trench, through the flickering bright light of the magic mist, the magic ritual was still continuing, it seemed that the sea giant was not going to come out to pick up the guests.
"Old Blind, let the Tide Hunter command the Eighth Snapping Turtle Legion to open the way! All the Megalodon Legions, be ready to attack at any time!"
In White Scale City, the number of war pets is increasing, and in order to facilitate management, the war pets are formed into a complete formation according to the number.
Every ten pets are a squad, three squads are a squadron, ten squads are a squadron, and ten squads are a squadron, and the top ten teams are a pets legion.
The White Dragon Lord then ordered, "Old Jimmy, the mage legion is ready to cast spells together and break through the fog!"
"Bucky Darkscale, divide your men and protect the mage team, and the elite troops are ready to go into battle at any time. ”
As the White Dragon Lord's order was heard, the gears of the war beast of the White Scale Army kicked into action.
The first to strike was the Vanguard of Ten Thousand Years, a well-defended and numerous snapping turtle, and the tide hunters gave orders to direct a thousand snapping turtles to rush towards the trench together.
Behind the fog, the sea giants, who were defending by taking advantage of the favorable geographical conditions, found that their field of vision was full of dense snapping turtles, and they shot tidal spears in their hands one after another.
The Tide Spear defies physics, and instead of decreasing, the speed increases by a few points in the resistive sea.
After the tidal spear poked the snapping turtles in the front row, it continued to pierce the snapping turtles in the back, and a tidal spear would often kill three or four snapping turtles before the energy was exhausted.
But the number of sea giants was too small, and the remaining army of snapping turtles rushed into the magical mist, only to wander around in the mist, the snapping turtles were too weak and trapped by the mist's own ability to confuse.
However, the sea giants were not happy at all, because their vision was completely blocked, and immediately after, violent magic fluctuations came from outside the sea.
The leader of the sea giants was helpless: "Quick, retreat, protect Your Excellency the Prophet!"
On the trench, more than 200 mid-level and above fish-man spellcasters worked together to cast large-scale war magic.
The Great Vortex!
A huge vortex with a power comparable to master-level magic formed in the trench, and the snapping turtle felt the restless energy around it, and hurriedly put its head and limbs into the turtle shell.
The sea water spun like a high-speed washing machine, and the snapping turtle continued to smash against the surrounding stone walls with the swirling seawater, and the hard turtle shells smashed the rocks on the stone walls, and the rubble splashed.
The sea water rolled the snapping turtle and the broken stones and rubbed against the stone wall, and soon wiped off a layer of skin from the stone wall, and the foundation of the Soul Mist Circle arranged in the stone wall was destroyed, the fog dissipated, and the army of White Scale City opened up a new situation.
But the vortex continued, and looking at the vortex like a meat grinder, Amos had to wait patiently.
The whirlpool slowed down, and the swirling snapping turtles and rocks began to slowly fall towards the bottom of the trench under the influence of gravity.
Amos was able to see the bottom of the trench, and the sea giants used their talent for controlling the sea to push the water away, creating a waterless space that protected the altar and the old prophet at the bottom of the sea.
The falling rocks and the snapping turtles, whose lives and deaths were unknown, were moved away by the sea giants and piled up around the sea giants' team.
"Mage Legion! Prepare a second war magic. ”
"Megalodon, strike!"
Led by the leader of a ten-meter-long megalodon, the legion of megalodons with an average length of six meters rushed to the bottom of the sea, their bodies swinging, their streamlined heads breaking through the current, and moving forward rapidly, the dense triangular sharp teeth in their mouths flashing with cold light.
The sea giants looked at the army of megalodons that covered the sky and the sun, and their scalps tingled.
The leader of the sea giants condensed a tidal spear, clasped his hands together, and shouted to his clansmen, "Prepare for battle!"