"Those brutes must be stopped!" Beowulf beckoned to the quartermaster and asked how many "flying potions" he still had, and he was disappointed to answer. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are few arcane spellcasters in Kitland City, and there are no arcane spellcasters to make flying potions, so they can only rely on high-priced imports, but usually there are mystical locks over the city, and no hostile creatures can fly in the maze, and flying potions are not of much value, where will there be too many reserves?

Natasha is also gathering her team of priests to find out who has prepared the "Volley" or carries the magic scroll with them.

"Volley" is a 4-ring magic spell that has the advantage of being in the air for a longer period of time, calculated on a 10-minute per cast level, while 3-ring Arcane "Flight" is 1 minute per cast level; In addition to this advantage, it loses to flying in all other aspects, especially maneuverability and climb speed, which is far worse than the latter.

However, even this weakened version of the flying technique, after all, is still a 4-ring divine technique, and it requires at least a level 7 priest to perform it, and Natasha even counts herself, and only a total of about twenty people have been made.

"There are only fifteen bottles of flying potions...... Beowulf's harvest is even less optimistic.

"Now there is no other way but to bite the bullet!" Natasha gritted her teeth.

"All the resources add up to provide forty flying units," Beowulf looked up at the black-pressed dragons in the air, and said in a deep voice: "Use these resources on our strongest warriors, I will personally lead the team to block the attack, and it is not a big problem to destroy the hundred flying dragons!" ”

Natasha pursed her lips, a hint of worry in her eyes. Indeed, as her husband said, if the other party's air force is only about 100 flying dragons, then it is still certain that it will be repelled if you sacrifice some elite soldiers to take to the air to block it, but the question is - is Grande's air force only only flying dragons?

……

"Beowulf and Natasha are in big trouble, and the air combat force in Grande's hands is not just that group of dragons."

Under the same sky, Roland also thought of the possibility that worried Natasha.

"yes, there are more gargoyles than Wyverns......" Vigraf said bitterly.

There were more than 500 gargoyles in Grande's position, which were originally used for reconnaissance and fortification, and now Grande sent half of them, and each two gargoyles were paired with a two-legged wyvern to provide escort services for the latter.

"What can I do? We can't fly, so we can only do it here! Bloom pulled his beard and couldn't think of a solution.

Vigraf gritted his teeth and said resolutely, "I can fly!" No matter how much it is, let's go and support Beowulf first! ”

Roland grabbed his arm and said in a deep voice, "Don't be impulsive! You can only fly in a berserk state, and after the fury you fall into weakness, you must immediately turn back into human form and land on the ground to rest, with your own strength, how many dragons and gargoyles can you kill in a minute? If you are surrounded and you can't get out, let alone supporting Lord Beowulf, it will be difficult to save your own life! ”

"But I can't just watch here!" Vigraf was also in a hurry.

Roland sighed, "Andrea told me to take good care of you when she left, how can I watch you die and be indifferent, if you have to go...... Then take me with you, at least I can help you relieve your fatigue with 'secondary recovery', and you don't have to fly for a minute and then land down for a potion." ”

"Great idea! That's it! Vigraf shook his hand hard, his excitement palpable.

"Hey! Brother Vigraf, take me with you, I want to try the feeling of riding a dragon too! Bloom's face was full of anticipation.

Wiglaf scratched his head and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Bloom, I haven't tried my load limit, but your Adamantite armor looks heavy, and you'...... I'm afraid I won't be able to fly. ”

Roland couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, and was about to ask Bloom if he still had the "flying potion" in hand, when suddenly his face changed slightly, and he raised his hand to grab it in the void, and a red ball of light appeared in his palm.

Recognizing this as a stream of information embodied in the "text messaging technique", Viglaf casually asked, "Whose letter came, Lady Natasha or Shabalin?" ”

"SMS" is a very convenient and expensive instant communication magic, it is a 5-ring arcane magic for mages, and a 4-ring magic for priests, in Vigraf's mind, at this moment, he will use SMS to communicate with Roland, except for Natasha, who is also a level 10 mage of Shabalin.

Roland, however, uttered a name that he did not expect, but also made sense.

"It's Nikita." Roland extracted information from the ball of plastic light, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but smile, "Three crazy girls actually did such a thing under Grande's nose, it's really surprising to me!" ”

"That's right! Mira, Ronnie, and Nikita hadn't been seen for a long time, and I was just wondering where they had gone. Bloom patted his head.

"They've done something earth-shattering, don't believe it for yourselves." Roland smiled and raised his horsewhip.

Bloom and Vigraf followed his direction, and the sunset dyed red the Martyr's Tower, and three pretty figures stood on the ruins!

The witch in red, the ninja in black, and the female ranger with slender legs raised a horn high in the sunset!

The sound of the trumpet echoed over Kitland, and the desolate tones seemed to awaken the common memories of the people, the glorious days when they listened to his grandfather at his knees as children, like the reflection of the heroic legend of generosity and tragedy in the passage of time.

There was a commotion in the camp of the Cultists of War, who at first thought it was a trumpet for their march, but soon realized that something was wrong, and the ground shook beneath their feet, cracking countless gaps and swallowing those caught off guard into the dark ravines.

Just when people thought that an earthquake had erupted, a stream of dark negative energy rose up from the depths of the earth's ravines like fountains, bringing a terrifying cold wind.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Each fountain of negative energy is made up of a multitude of ghosts who have awakened from the underground cemetery and returned to the sunlight in another capacity, to the land they once loved, to the city they defended with their lives......

"Alexey!"

"Stepanyan!"

"Temoshenko!"

"Bulganin!"

"Matlosov!"

"Kolochkov!"

Vigraf uttered the names of the ghosts in a voice that trembled with excitement, and although he had not yet been born in the era when the other party was active, the martyrs who had contributed greatly to the independence and liberation of the Kitlanders had been enshrined in the Tower, and they had already left a deep imprint on his heart.

"And Igor, Lyudmila's father." Roland looked at the heroic spirits who rushed into the sky, and his chest was full of emotion, "Vigraf, my friend, these are the backbone of your Kitlanders, your national heroes!" (To be continued.) )