Act 172 jiāo wrong

This is the fifth day since the plague of wolves, and the heavens and the earth are still dark.

At the Green Tower, rain is pouring down. The pillars of light representing the fire have been extinguished, and the sky and the earth are plunged into darkness, only the occasional purple lightning can tear through the darkness, and the dazzling electric light reflects the rain into a sheet of silver.

The wolves had broken through the last barrier on the outskirts of the Green Tower, and the snow-white Winter Wolf and the festering Plague Wolf had crossed the line of defense built by the corpses of the druids and the tree jīng spirits, and for the first time appeared in the eyes of the inhabitants of the Green Tower.

The wolves swept from the undulating earth like a flood, their sharp claws undulating on each other, trampling on the ground that could not tell whether it was muddy or bloody, and piercing the rain with splashes of water.

Soon a row of pale faces appeared in the pouring rain, and the faces of men or nv people, some of them were even young, but they were teenagers, and they were written with hún and frightened and uneasy gods.

The rain slid down the faces of these people, from the forehead, the bridge of the nose, the eyelids or the cheeks, they opened their mouths slightly, but they didn't even dare to take a breath, and their hands subconsciously clenched the weapons in their hands.

The Druid Elder stood behind such an 'army', wielding an oak cane and a stern face, and in his eyes these young men were the last force of the Green Tower, the seeds of the Ring of the Sky for the future.

But in the face of an existential situation, even seeds must be thrown into a defensive battle. The druids have built their final line of defense in the Equinox Hall at the bottom of the Green Tower, trying to stop the Wolves from entering the town.

Everyone listened to the footsteps of the wolves, which were denser than raindrops in the rain, as if a terrifying army was marching, and people couldn't help but feel the fire of the Green Tower swaying in the wind and rain.

Maybe the next moment, it's eternity.

Thousands of people were swallowed up by the darkness, and the dead were like a number, but these numbers once contained vivid faces - they were husbands, sons, friends or lovers, but they all lost their sè color.

The first winter wolves emerged from the darkness, their strength had been weakened to a minimum, almost suppressed to the level of the black iron median, but with their terrifying numbers, people couldn't help but palpitate.

This is the most desperate part of the Wolf Plague, no matter how brave you are, you will eventually run out of strength and fall under the endless attacks.

The wolves may have paid ten, if not a hundred, times more than the druids and the tree jīng spirits - their corpses dissolved in the rain and the black sewage seeped into the ground - but many more of their kind crossed the corpses and swarmed up, as if there was no end in the darkness.

Then the wolf collided with the man.

They crashed into a wall of thorns woven by the vines, and the wolves behind them paid no attention to their companions, the first winter wolf crashed into the wall of thorns, sharp thorns piercing their skins, and the black blood stained their snow-white skins. It was struck and flattened by the wolves that rushed up from behind, and even its eyes burst out of its sockets because of the squeezing—the second and third winter wolves repeated the same mistakes, and the dying demon wolves let out terrible wails, but more wolves simply stepped on the corpses of their companions and jumped onto the wall of thorns, and the fallen winter wolves were trampled into mud by their sharp claws in an instant.

The cháo water of the silver sè quickly overflowed the low wall and crashed into the queue of the tree jīng spirit warriors, and the formation of the tree jīng spirit was knocked backwards and dented by the huge force, and many people were dragged down by countless wolf mouths at the first time, screaming one after another.

"Rare Great Demon Cháo."

William stood in a silver robe on the plaza outside the side of the hall leading to the Green Tower, the rain that connected between heaven and earth splashed outward as if it had hit an invisible wall a foot away from his body, turning into a layer of mist.

To the outsider, this invisible wall almost formed a perfect spherical shape around the body of the legendary wizard of the Silver Sè Alliance, and the sphere-shrouded area was extremely dry even to the ground, and the surrounding water could not seep in, so it could only merge into a xiǎo stream from both sides.

But the old man apparently did not care about this, and he held a silver cane with six stone runes around its head; If Brando is here, he will recognize this staff as the ancient holy relic, the Shine of Mithril, the inheritance of Canaich's successive city lords, and it can also be said to be one of the status symbols of William today.

He held his staff in his hand, and casually popped out a few bolts of lightning to kill several winter wolves who had passed through the defense line of the tree jīng spirit and wanted to enter the town, and he said for a moment.

"Well, Haru said in the council - this time the magic cháo is just a matter of routine. But what did the Silver Candle Council tell him in the first place? When the astrologers were observing the constellations of the Dragon of Dusk, they had already stumbled upon a few signs of the Wobbly Fall, and he was completely inappropriate. ”

The old man beside William raised his snow-white eyebrows and snorted from his nose. The old man was also surrounded by a spherical transparent wall, but not as exaggerated as the legendary wizard's scope.

"So you're here for this?" William looked back.

"Pretty much, if something goes wrong with the Ring of the Trade Winds, humanity will probably lose all the territory south of Ampesel." The old man replied, "Besides, Eruin is, after all, half my country. ”

"But originally I was just observing the situation, but I didn't expect it to be even stricter than I imagined. Judging from the situation of the Green Tower, it is even more menacing than the one recorded in the literature of the Battle of the Sages. He raised his head and looked at the dark sky, "If I didn't have my senses, I would have suspected that Lord Martha's creation code 'Tiamat' had opened an opening." ”

"I don't like this kind of joke," replied William lightly, and a flash of lightning flashed in the sky, turning his thin face white, "So what are you going to do, Brother Tulaman?" Kill all these monsters and save them? ”

He pointed to the druids.

"You can laugh at it, I don't have that ability," Tulaman glanced at the fellow, and he took a crystal ball from his sleeve, "If they can hold it, they will be happy." If I can't hold it, I'll just move the Deadwood Council to a safe place for the time being. ”

"According to their words, where there is a seed, the tree will take root and sprout."

"Teleportation orb," William Silver raised his eyebrows, "you brought this thing." ”

"It's called perfect preparation, old friend."

"You're sarcastic about me again," William smiled. He flicked his fingers like dead branches: "I told you, I'm not here for these nonsense things, it's just for an old friend from the past. ”

"Or Lionheart?" Tulaman smiled mysteriously, "You know that thing isn't here. ”

"No," replied William, "I have also said that it is not the sword that matters, but the man." Eck didn't become Eck because of the Lionheart, but the Lionheart shines because of an old friend. ”

"Yes, people, but that xiǎozi lied to me earlier that I was going to go on the path of a scholar. But is that guy Ek a scholar, and I'll come back to him when I confirm the news of the slate. Tulaman replied.

William couldn't help but smile.

"You've been fooled too?"

"That xiǎo son is not an ordinary person, you want xiǎo heart, don't call me a joke in the future." Tulaman replied.

William was unimpressed. He raised his head and looked at the swaying defense line of the tree, stood indifferently in the rain and asked, "How long do you say they can last?" ”

"A xiǎo time."

"And then?"

"The tree jīng spirit and the druid should still have a jīng sharp army, and the centaurs in the town can also organize a garrison, but in any case, at most a day."

"One day." William looked at the darkness between heaven and earth, and only a few pillars of light remained in the far southern sky. The legendary wizard's thin mouth moved, and his old eyes were fascinated, as if he was thinking about something.

Tulaman was not mistaken, the druids had almost done their best, but even if they let the winter wolves in to fight in the streets, they would be able to survive for a few more hours.

But it was at this time that William's eyebrows raised slightly-

He looked back.

Seeing that Tulaman also had a look of surprise on his face.

At the same moment.

The elders of the Deadwood Council were standing guard outside the hall where the Green Tower was set on fire, and the situation was sinister, and everyone knew it. But they had to wait until Brando sent back the message.

The sound of the heavy rain drowned out one of the other voices, and the Great Elder, who was standing at the top of the crowd, looked back at the flickering flames under the suppression of the magic of the hún chaos more than once—although the old man was calm on the surface, he was in fact full of uneasiness and anxiety inside.

In terms of time, Brando, Ward, Quinier and his party should have already received news at this time. He couldn't help but look at Funia, who was holding his left hand and was also silent, this xiǎo girl had been in this state since Brando left.

"Great Elder, time is running out."

The old man looked back at the tall Druid Elder. He thought for a moment, shook his head and didn't reply, and everyone subconsciously turned their eyes to the southern sky.

It was pitch black between heaven and earth.

But it's precisely this time.

The face of the Great Elder suddenly changed, in fact, it was not just him, but all the Great Druids present felt the throbbing in their hearts at the same moment.

Powerful Magical Resonance -

They looked up.

A pillar of golden light suddenly appeared from the dark night sky in the south, instantly penetrating the heavens and the earth. Everyone looked up and saw the pillars of light parting through the layers of clouds and reaching the end above the sky.

"What's that?" The druids froze.

But what made them even more stunned was that in less than the next second, another pillar of golden light also rose from the center of the Trade Wind Ring. This pillar of light was in harmony with the previous jiāo, and the eyes of the legendary wizard William, who was standing outside the hall of the autumnal equinox, were so familiar.

It's a resonance reaction again

"It's that xiǎozi" Tulaman beside him frowned and said immediately.

William glanced at him, and then he took a step forward without saying a word, and the whole person disappeared into the rain out of thin air.

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