Golden meteors are falling.

One after the other, like a rain of light that lights up half of the sky.

On the battlefield, Femoen was roaring, but the sound had drowned out all sounds, and his mouth was closed as if it were a silent mime. It also drowned out the chorus of the wizards, where staff were raised in the air, and the crystals at the heads of the staff shone brightly—a large, hexagonal, transparent web slowly opening up.

And in an instant, like a thousand suns rising, the crystal wall shook, and the roar made the earth tremble slightly, and formed a thin layer of light smoke on top of the earth's crust. Like a dam bursting, the hexagonal network was shattering layer by layer, and the flames were like a giant fist, one punch pierced the fragile barrier there, and pressed downward, and the golden and crimson feathers swept in, covering the Grey Knight's line in an instant.

The screams of pain were frozen for an eternal moment, and the flames swept into the armor, shattering pieces of the body into nothingness. The wizards' faces were pale and motionless at that moment, the crystals on the staff were bursting one after another, and the depths of their gaze reflected the sweeping wall of flames.

Hundreds of rising fireballs burst over the earth. In fact, it was only a small part of the fire djinn, and Fang Ou had long expected this, due to the interference between the magic powers, and the shock wave would also damage the fragile lens, most of the fire djinn had already been reduced to pieces before they successfully detonated.

But regardless of the investment, it was still enough to produce the desired effect, and this blow alone cost nearly 400,000 miles. It was the result of the cooperation of all the craftsmen on the Electr's side for thirty-six hours, and all he had to do was place a closed-loop device on each made clockwork elf.

Fang Yu stared at the little golden flame rising from the darkness.

He watched the Grey Knights who died in the flames, watched their lines collapse, watched the mercenaries falter in panic, watched the Grey Knights' subordinate commanders struggling to maintain order, and watched the tiny black dots, like panicked ants, panic in the explosion and flames.

A strange emotion could not help but rise in his heart, like a god, watching the war on the ground. Those who committed violence had stabbed cold-blooded with their swords at those they were supposed to protect, and they weighed their blood and profit on both ends of the scale—but if one day even bloodshed could not awaken the conscience in people's hearts, then the flame would baptize the distorted justice of the earth.

Those were the ones who fought against the weaker.

But history will eventually return to its roots, and hunters will one day become prey. And what hunts them is exactly what they believe in, the law of the jungle.

What people believe is often not the law of survival itself, because it is just a hypocritical excuse for vested interests, who of course once thought that they would not fall into the same trap one day, but time will tear off all masks.

Just as this moment, it is also at this moment.

That's the answer that mankind has written on stone tablets in history for a long time.

Strength, too, sometimes comes from the weaker groups.

And Fang Yu understood that all this was just the beginning.

He gently removed his goggles and dusted off the snowflakes that had fallen on his body, the winter snow was clean and flawless, as if symbolizing something pure. Fang Yu sighed leisurely, raised his head, and looked at the dark night sky, where is the starlight that people once chased today?

Femoen wiped a handful of dust from his face, he was not too injured in the explosion, he hid in the rear of the battlefield, and Fang Yuan did not notice this direction in the first place. Flames and dust filled the battlefield, with the occasional sound of people wailing, and the fire djinn's attack not only shook the Ravental Sanctuary, but also caught the White Rhino Adventure and the Poetry Guild off track.

Both sides are regrouping their ranks, and the Grey Knights, despite their scattered formations, still have the strength to fight. And the electors have no reason to retreat. The dwarf managed to retrieve his axe from a depression, and he crawled to pick it up, swallowing a mouthful of spittle, and looking ahead with soot on his face.

In the midst of the longing figure, Amu, the president of the Words of Poetry, was half-kneeling on the ground and helping up an aboriginal adventurer, whose face was covered in blood and unconscious. "Fellow soldiers, can you still fight?" Someone shouted at him. Amu propped his sword on the ground, turned his head, and nodded slightly.

"And how many more people do we have?"

"Listen, even if I'm alone," cried the dwarf, "we're going to be here, too." ”

He seemed to be full of confidence in that person for a while: "I never thought that the combat craftsman would be so powerful. ”

He swept the tomahawk in his hand.

Femon was dragging his bewildered lieutenant out, his scorched eyes flashing with an inhuman cold light, and he admonished the latter loudly, "We still have a chance to win, go and gather the master's knights." Don't be intimidated by those people, they aren't very lethal, and they can't do it again. ”

"Big ...... My lord? ”

Femoen raised his head and clenched his fist through gritted teeth, the metal fingers creaking and creaking, it was just a mob that would make him suffer so much? Why did those people, those who were the chosen ones, come to wade into these troubled waters, and what good did it do them?

Aren't even their alliances on their side, aren't they still afraid of being banned, aren't they afraid of their own interests being harmed? Or are those people a bunch of complete idiots, acting on the spur of the moment, "Damn bastards!" He couldn't help but curse in his heart.

So that's why he hates all irrationality, these damn impulses, which are the bane of all plans.

They should have done what they had laid out, step by step. If it weren't for these, the guys who 'don't have long brains', 'muddy', and 'don't know what their interests are'. He took a soft breath, looked at the men coldly, and replied word by word:

"The aether on the battlefield is in chaos, and now it's time for us to take the other side in one fell swoop - look at the other side, there aren't many of them left."

"I'm going to kill them, kill these damn idiots."

……

"Thrush, do you think they're going to win?"

Looking at the distant fire, the young man silently withdrew his gaze, he thought that Femoen was in big trouble, but now it seemed - it was not just Femoen.

"I don't know," Thrush shook his head, "but I know that if they win, we might see something." ”

"Something?"

But the former did not answer directly, only said: "Do you know, nothing in this world is eternal, no matter how weak the force is, it is also seeking the moment when the offense and defense are converted." ”

"But what about it?" "They're scattered, weak, unorganized, and unsupported," the voice asked. ”

"It may be the human heart that depends on it."

"People's hearts?"

The thrush sighed, he shouldn't have talked about these mysterious things, what is the human heart, but who said it well?

It's just that he just has a feeling, as if he sees the invisible existence, from ten years ago to now, from Mount Covenant to this moment. What they have witnessed is gradually becoming a reality.

He said, "I ask you, do you ever have a moment when you do something at all costs, at all costs? ”

The man laughed: "Of course there is, especially in this place, who doesn't?" ”

"Yes," Thrush nodded, "Everybody has it." ”

"It's just that some people, when they think about gains and losses, forget that there are some things that cannot be calculated by gains and losses," he replied softly, "and now it seems that the little princess of Silver Vislan has seen farther than we have." Some people say that she has a special relationship with the military, and that the way she sees things is indeed more like that of the Elite people. ”

The man was stunned and looked at him with some surprise.

In the darkness, the bright flame also reflected in everyone's eyes.

Bard Black Feather silently watched the skyrocketing fire in the canopy, and at that moment everyone's eyes converged on him. The caretaker of the Ravental Sanctuary only thought silently for a moment, then walked back, "Ready to go." In the vast snow, he dropped a light word.

At that moment, the official of the alliance trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but catch up a few steps and asked, "Did we seize the opportunity?" ”

Bud looked back at him: "I'm not going to talk about victory or defeat until I see the results. But if their main force is in that place, I'm sure we'll be able to seize this opportunity, and Femoen should be able to withstand a round or two of attack, and at least give us an hour—"

"Then we're going to win." Officials breathed a sigh of relief.

"No," Bard said, staring at the dark night, "I don't think so. ”

The officer looked at him with some surprise.

"Don't forget, why we're here."

"But so what, that's just a matter of time." Officials don't care.

He shrugged his shoulders: "They are nothing, the elites and the power of the Grand Guild are on our side, don't forget the sheep led by the lions, how can they be the opponents of the real lion herd?" Those people are nothing more than a ragtag, a rabble. Look, we can easily tear them apart, and even if they get together again today, they were nothing more than that, let alone now. ”

Bard looked at him silently: "They are the chosen ones. ”

"That's just ......"

"That's just another name for you," replied Bud lightly, "yes, you too, but that doesn't mean much." ”

With that, he turned and walked forward, leaving only the official, standing there in a daze.

The officer raised his head and looked not far away, several tall knights walked out of the darkness. The knights were dressed in gray armor with long white feathers on their heads, and on their shoulders were draped black and white crow feathers, which symbolized the highest rank of the gray knights, and a blue morning star tattooed on their cloaks.

Four knights, three men and one woman, wore helmets that covered their faces, revealing only their eyes, in which they shimmered with amber light, like the gaze of a dragon. When they approached Bud, they turned slightly to the caretaker and said in unison, "Honorable lord, I'll wait for the news." ”

"The enemy is attacking Femoen's camp," Bard said, looking at them, "but I think it may not be that simple—I need your help, and the Grey Feather Knights. ”

"They are ready," replied the knight, "and so shall we, my lord." ”

"Very well," Bard nodded, "The Lord of the Storm is with you." ”

"The Lord of the Storm is with you."

The officials of the alliance watched a few people walk away, and only then cursed in a low voice: "Pretend." He turned his head and saw that in the wind and snow, a young man with short hair and earrings was walking up to him with his hands on his hands, and asked, "Director Zhang, they seem to be leaving, let's stay here and wait for their news?" ”

"Of course not."

He shook his head: "Let's go with us, Ruoshui, you come too." ”

"What?" The boy was taken aback: "The alliance didn't let us do it now." ”

"Listen to me, we're just going to check it out."

"Then ......" the young man looked a little hesitant, "Okay, it just so happens that I also want to see what kind of guy is like who made Qin Zhi and them suffer a loss." ”

The Grey Knight is gathering in the midst of a shrill whistle.

The light of the torches in the camp was converging near and far.

Half of the troops left the camp, under the personal leadership of Bard Black Feather, and the scene was particularly conspicuous when viewed from mid-air.

"They moved."

Sylvade gently draped his cloak over him, and carefully fastened each lock, though it was a trivial matter, and she didn't have to do it herself. But the ship's master insisted on taking it over, and she pressed the star-like brooch and looked up at him.

Fang Yu nodded, pulled up the hood with his hand, and looked up - will they win? He had never asked himself such a sentence in his heart now, but at this moment, they had finally waited for this opportunity.

Although that may be a given,. Since the battle elf was born in this world, its war is destined to be presented to the world in a different way. Those who cannot control the sky are also destined to not be able to grasp victory.

He replied, "I'll be back soon." ”

Sylvid smiled.

Fang Yu turned his head sideways and said to Miss Nightingale on the other side:

"Let's go, Miss Elisa."

Alyssa was likewise putting on a gray cloak for herself, covering her face, and turned around, smiled, and nodded.

Grey Owl Town Cave opens its gates.

At night, a team was silently sneaking into the forest.

1:13 minutes, 52 seconds.

Luo Hao pressed the silver cover, put away the pocket watch, and put it in his arms.

He rested one hand on his shield, and his eyes looked heavily ahead, and he involuntarily let out a breath. In the darkness, the light of the sinuous fire could already be seen passing through the snowy night, and the light of the torches, like stars, reflected in his eyes.

A year ago, he wasn't just like those people, watching everything in the world above the community, only talking about it and talking about it. And now? The fat man looked down at his sword in the snow—it was just an ordinary sword, with a cross-shaped gauntlet, a resonant crystal embedded in the hilt, and a blooming Atonian camellia on the hilt.

It will also be the sword of a guardian from the ancient mountains, where the Iron Guardian profession was born.

Although he also used to scoff at blood and faith, and thought that it was just a means used by the people above to deceive those who had no brains and work for them. Is he going to be like that? But you should understand what is a better judgment.

He came here and joined the collective, partly because he saw its prospects, and partly because the people here were likable – even the unreliable leader. Because he knew better than anyone else that it was the most terrifying talent he'd ever met.

That's a genius.

But so is he.

He's always been so proud, but he doesn't show it easily.

Maybe that's why I'm supposed to be here, the fat man thought to himself.

He gently grasped the hilt of the sword with his hand and asked:

"What should I fight for?"

The soft voice was only heard by Ai Xiaoxiao on the side.

She waved her fist and replied as a matter of course, "We should fight for justice." ”

Luo Hao shook his head, of course he wouldn't believe such a naïve statement.

He was a supporter of the BBK, and even today still thinks the Grand Guild is more organized than the loose Free Electors. Advocating power is a matter of course in people's hearts - where does the authority given by those who follow come from?

Maybe they don't understand what responsibility is.

He held the hilt of the sword, and for the first time felt a little grateful in his heart, his father, who was rich but didn't know anything, sent him into this world. Because only here does he have the power to make a choice.

For the first time, he was no longer a bystander. He will fight for his choice.

"Here they are."

The Paparal peck at his head, as if he had suddenly woken up from a cold dream, hurriedly wiped his saliva, and looked around with a crossbow in his arms.

Luo Hao pulled out his sword from the snow, picked up his big shield with one hand, he turned around, and said to the few spellcasters behind him: "The battle is about to begin, but don't worry, as long as I haven't fallen, you are absolutely safe." ”

He rested his sword on his shield and whispered the aphorism of the shield defenders, which was popular among the shield defenders in the mountains of Atonia: "In the name of the blooming camellia." ”

Even in the darkness of the night, it was like a crimson mountain range, and the scorching light of the midsummer sun was spilling down—the brilliance of the torches was shining one after another.

In the bright light, Kita's dark eyes blinked slightly, watching the other party slowly turn away.

There were also several redeemed spellcasters there, especially one of the little girls, who asked the naturalist lady on the side with a slightly red face, "Is that your Iron Guard, he is so handsome, how high is his rank?" ”

Kita nodded slightly.

But she didn't know whether the other party's level was high or not.

……

Reflected in the eyes of Bard Black Feather were torches lit one after another in the mountains and forests, like a galaxy in the night sky, extending to the left and right of their entire team. The official of the alliance tilted his head, opened his mouth wide, and watched this scene almost stiffly: "How could he, how could they be in this place?" ”

But no one answered him.

That little bit of starlight also reflected in the eyes of all the people who were watching this scene, and the whole community was sensational almost instantly:

Bud-Blackfeather moved, but he and his reinforcements were intercepted by the Redeemed Ones on the way.

Judging from the forces arranged by the other party, this ambush was obviously a long-planned plan. Everyone held their breath, and they seemed to realize that this was the decisive battle between the two sides on this chessboard—after the previous rounds of victories, the redeemed finally waited for their chance.

The decisive battle has arrived.

But for the commander of the Ravenclaw Sanctuary side, Bard Black Feather just stood there silently, not saying a word, even in the face of such a scene. He did not take a stand, nor did he seem to think that the outcome was decided.

In the silence of the woodland, there was still no one answering the previous question.

Only a group of gray-clad knights were drawing their long swords, silently passing past the official, and walking forward, the white feathers on their helmets fluttering in the wind. They stood in front of them with their blades raised, and a low chant seemed to echo in the forest, "We, servants of the Lord of the Storm, follow the teachings of the Lord—"

"The believer of shadows, and the ravens that bring calamity—"

"It's a pale sword, cutting through thorns and thorns."

Grey water is slowly flowing through the valley.

The knights raised their heads, their amber eyes fixed on the rows of Electors lined up in the firelight, with arrows pointed at them.

There was some commotion among the Electors.

"The Knights of the Divine Guardian of Adan Ryan."

"He brought them with him."

But a hand, parting them.

Luo Hao held a big shield and walked out from behind them. He turned around, looked at these people, and said, "This side has been entrusted to us, and your task is the gray knights under Bard Black Feather - to fulfill your mission, crucify them in this place, and completely defeat them. ”

At the moment when everyone was stunned, he had already turned around and walked in the direction of the gray knights. Behind him was a somewhat oddly dressed teenager, with a long black robe, a pointed wizard's hat, holding a staff in one hand, but the other slowly drawing his sword from its scabbard.

The thin blade in his hand was reflected in the pitch-black light.

On the side of the teenager.

It was an elemental envoy with a staff in hand, and Luo Yu was glancing at them, and he also walked past them and walked forward.

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