"What are the third group, the D5 area, the second group, the F7 area, and the fourth group, why hasn't the G8 area seen an attack yet?"

Kelvin. Viscount Wellington shouted and commanded, and on the table in front of him was a map of the Misty Forest, in which, in the area in front of Trasil, the Bud of the World Tree, had been neatly marked, and each grid represented a small area of the war zone, which was the way Shiloh came up with, in this way, Viscount Wellington only needed to check the map and let the Bow Spirit Messengers attack towards the area represented by these serial numbers. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, Viscount Wellington was in the treetops of the World Tree Buds, thick enough branches for hundreds of people to stand without the slightest wavering, and beside him were several heralds, owls constantly flying in and out, hovering and rising throughout the tree, conveying Viscount Wellington's orders to the group of archers scattered on this giant tree.

After charging for thirty seconds, the Bow Spirit Envoy's blow was comparable to the Federation's proud Type 79 Mana Cannon Cannon with Magical Power, and although Aster's Northern Rangers knew about it, it was the first time that it had actually been used on the battlefield, so even Aster's own people couldn't help but let out a surprised exclamation after seeing the destructive power of this arrow.

The first arrow was made by Viscount Wellington's side of Yoka. McLean shot first.

At the age of twenty-five this fall, Joka was one of the best archers in the Bow Spirits, and since the McLean family was a well-known family of Archers in the northern part of Astle, he took up the longbow and trained day after day when he was less than ten years old. In McLaine's words, as a bow emissary, you must have the realization that every arrow is the last arrow in your life, and pour all your soul into the bowstring and pass it through the arrows.

Standing in the treetops of the World Tree Buds, the entire forest can be seen at a glance, as a bow spirit envoy, Yoka has a special spiritual vision skill, which can observe soul fluctuations within a certain range, although it is a bit whimsical to rely on this for accurate sniping, but in the face of Wendland's large army, combined with the wide field of vision on the World Tree Buds, it is enough for Yoka to accurately guide his arrows in the direction where they should go.

Shortly after discovering the light of fire in the Misty Forest, Viscount Wellington gave the order to shoot.

The slowly moving glimmer of light indicated the position of Wendland's main force, and Viscount Wellington saw that the continuous light of the fire was originally moving slowly towards the north, however, after a slight stagnation, the fire split in two, one of which still maintained its original speed, while the other wave, began to increase its speed, moving towards the direction of the main battlefield.

Viscount Wellington had already learned about the battle through the owl, and he knew that Lord Manstein had successfully lured the enemy into sending a vanguard army to pursue Aster's light cavalry, and at the same time, Viscount Eric's cavalry regiment had also successfully blocked the enemy's knights and routed them, so now Wendland must have divided a part of the main force to meet Viscount Eric's troops, while the rest continued to move and watch.

Although ideally, Wendland should come out of the nest, but of course such a perfect plan will not appear so simple, Viscount Wellington did not hesitate, and immediately ordered all the archers to put the troops into a state of readiness and tighten the bowstrings.

As the leader of the bow spirit envoys, Yoka naturally took on the responsibility of taking the lead.

The tenacity of the bowstring was tightened by the wooden arrows, and the touch through his fingertips made Yoka's heart feel clear, a state known as "selflessness" that the bow spirit needed to achieve in training.

In Joka's mind, everything was gone, and there was only a calm lake, and he was standing in the middle of the crystal clear water, in the sky, the moon that symbolized his genre, Elslan, hung high, and the water was shining with the moon, and he was a small existence in this vast world.

Yoka stepped out in one step, shoulders, waist and legs working together, a technique inherited from the ancient kyudo, and he almost subconsciously completed this preparatory move after years of training.

Then he pulled the bowstring, and the longbow of a man as high as a full moon spread out, and in the center was a long arrow.

Joka closed his eyes, and the world was far away from him, and in the depths of darkness, there was only a little light lit.

That's where the target is.

The lake in his heart was calm, the light of the moon was getting brighter and brighter, and Yoka stood still.

I saw that the tip of the originally ordinary arrow suddenly ignited a small ball of pale blue flame, and the blue glow showed an awe-inspiring color in the dark night, this was the flame of the soul.

Joka didn't let go of the arrow, he felt that there seemed to be a ripple on the surface of the lake in his thoughts, he was waiting, waiting for the moment when the world was completely still, and the soul fire in the darkness gradually grew larger, and it also changed from the calm blue at first, to a fiery crimson, and finally covered the entire arrow.

At that moment, Yoka felt the slightest agitation of the world, and then the next second, he released his right hand and threw it backwards, and the longbow flipped in its entirety, and at the same time, the arrow that had been consumed by the flames also broke away from the string, tearing the air and whistling away.

It was a scorching arrow fired at full charge, even if Yoka was not at the bronze level, this arrow could reach the destructive power of the silver level, and the scorching arrow was dragging its long tail and flying towards the Wendland cavalry who rushed to the rescue.

In the blink of an eye, a corner of the misty forest suddenly burst into a huge flash, the heat swallowed the trees that had grown peacefully in this forest for decades, and also swallowed the defenseless cavalry of Wendland, several cavalrymen in the middle were directly burned by the flames, and the soldiers next to them were not spared, the forged steel armor was melted and stuck to their skin, so that the screams suddenly filled the entire forest.

Then, the shock wave came.

The soldiers who were not directly hit by the burning arrow were shocked by the shock wave that arrived several meters at this moment, and at least they were bleeding from their internal organs, and at worst they were killed on the spot, while those soldiers who were farther away were also shocked by this attack, and they were unsteady on their feet, and their hearts were extremely shaken.

"What the is this!?"

Viscount Olagil looked at the hellish scene behind him, like a demon dominating the hell, he couldn't help but want to scold his mother, he didn't know when Astor developed this powerful ghost thing, this posture was even more terrifying than the Type 79 magic cannon that the Federation was proud of.

"Your Excellency, you—Look at the heavens!"

The adjutant beside him said in a trembling voice, his eyes full of horror.

"What...... This is!!? ”

Viscount Oragil looked back, and when he saw the sight, he was speechless.

Above the obsidian-deep darkness of the night, several attacks like the previous blow fell on the heads of the Wendland cavalry like a meteor shower, and with it, the flames that brought death.

This is the power that destroys the world. (To be continued.) )