The gray-black eagle flapped its wings across the sky, its massive wings gleaming in the sunlight, and the behemoth bird of prey seemed to be bathed in tiny flames, shuttling beneath the clouds, its sharp eyes reflecting the vast expanse of scorched earth below, the army of crystal clusters roaming the edge of the earth, and the army of steel steadily pushing the battle line forward.

After a diagonal sweep, the eagle reversed course and swooped down swiftly towards the earth, aiming at the Iron Legion's arrows.

Sonia? Frostleaf lightly jumped off the eagle's back and walked towards Gawain not far away in the loud "cooing" of the giant eagle.

"Thank you for your response," Gawain smiled as he greeted Sonya, "we do need people here. ”

"I saw it in the sky, and it was a terrible battlefield - I couldn't help but think of Gondor seven hundred years ago, when the earth was also scorched and monsters roamed everywhere," the High Courier did not hide the emotion and amazement on his face, "but what surprised me even more was your army...... To be honest, it's very different from my phenomenon. ”

"I'm a little surprised to see these war machines at full full strength," Gawain said indifferently, glancing into the distance, "This place won't become Gondor—the burned land will sprout, and sooner or later the plague created by the end of all things will be purified, and Ansu will have one more wound, but the wound will always heal." ”

"Her Majesty Beersettia is watching this catastrophe, but unfortunately the Empire, far south of the continent, can't help - she can only order me and all the messengers and rangers I lead to come and help. With the exception of the Banner Magister who remained in the Great Wall, I brought my entire squad, who are still on their way and should be there soon. Rest assured, whether it's a Ranger or a Courier, we're all excellent scouts after riding the Giant Eagle. ”

Gawain smiled, "This is exactly what we are lacking. ”

Cecil has no shortage of regular reconnaissance troops - whether it is the elite Steel Rangers or the well-trained Corps Scouts, they are excellent ground reconnaissance forces, but as the battle line advances and the intensity of the battle increases, the pressure on the ground reconnaissance force is increasing: the entire area ahead is already a heavily polluted area, there is almost no safe foothold, and human scouts cannot infiltrate among the monsters, on the other hand, the Crystal Cluster Giants have also reacted after suffering a series of heavy blows, They became more vigilant and tighter, and even began to counter Cecil's reconnaissance and attack, and under the pressure of both sides, aerial reconnaissance began to become crucial.

Cecil has his own griffin knights, but there are not many of them, and the griffins domesticated by humans are far inferior to the elven giant eagles in terms of flight altitude and speed and adaptability to reconnaissance missions, and in the current anti-gravity technology has not been fully analyzed, and the aircraft has not yet been realized, Gawain brought Sonia over, and the silver queen, who is also concerned about the disaster in the north of the continent, issued an order at the same time, allowing the entire messenger team, including Sonya, to serve the Duchy of Cecil in the form of "hire" and intervene in this war.

"Now we need to figure out the situation in the Red Maple region - there are an unusually large number of Crystal Cluster Legions gathered there, and the combat power and organization of the Crystal Cluster Giants are obviously higher than those in other regions, I think there is at least one command center there, and there are high-level priests of the Society of the End of All Things."

"Leave it to us, the eyes from the sky will figure out the command center," Sonia nodded happily, "Also, do you have any suggestions?" ”

"There's only one suggestion," said Gawain unhurriedly, "fly as high as you can—those giants have begun to know how to defend themselves after being attacked a few times by the griffon knights with bombs." ”

……

Successive troops vanished in the southern part of the hills and woods.

An army, an unexpected army, was steadily advancing towards the north, coming from that strange land in the south, and spreading all the way like some kind of steady and determined tide all the way here, and countless gods and initres lost contact in the process, whether they were weak "mutants" or powerful "initiating gods", they were indiscriminately drowned in that tide.

The commanders in Red Maple City couldn't accurately perceive the specifics of the front line, but they could all feel some of the "qualities" unleashed by that tide—steely fortitude, emotionless advances, terrible explosions, flames, and everything burned......

Sheikh Heaton stood on the tower of Red Maple Castle, his crystallized eyes filled with anger: "It's been so long, you can't even organize a decent counterattack?!" ”

A priest dressed in the black robe of a priest, but whose body had almost completely transformed into a god's form, struggled to bear the wrath of the patriarch: "The Cecil man's magic machine is very powerful, especially offensive...... They can attack from a great distance, and our army of iniquits can only add a large number of casualties after forcing a counter-charge......"

"So those who convert waste refuse to carry out the order to charge? That's an order, not a suggestion! It's an order, an order that should be executed! Heaton slammed the table in anger with a loud bang, "What is a god of evil?" It is a weapon of war without fear, without pain, without hesitation, and it is a cold blade! But now those weapons of war, which should have been mighty, are scurrying around the plains like wild beasts being driven away, without dignity! ”

The Patriarch was furious, and the priests were silent, but after a short period of venting, Heaton took the initiative to calm down.

He took a deep breath, feeling his slightly uncontrolled nervous system rapidly recovering from the power of magic—he had absorbed too much power from the Abyss of Flesh in order to transform into a more powerful god, which made him stronger, but also made his transformation more slow, and his temper became more violent before the transformation was complete.

Still, after regaining his composure, he could realize that his anger was meaningless.

He is not very good at military command, in fact, most of the Dead Priests are not good at dealing with the battlefield - they are just a dark sect after all, the high-ranking members are all priests, and the powerful Divine Evil (Crystal Cluster) Legion did destroy most of the kingdom army and the eastern realm in a short period of time, but that is not because a group of dark priests are well commanded, but just because the legion is strong enough.

Heaton was calmly aware of this, and then pondered who was best suited for the situation at hand.

A large number of commanders converted from the Kingdom Army and the Eastern Legion have now been sent to the north to attack the defensive lines on the outskirts of the city of Saint-Sunil, where the battle is so important that it cannot be affected, and among the commanders who remain, the most useful is probably the one who can be used the most.

To the east of Red Maple City, in the almost ruined Boulder City, the Crystal Giant Korod stood on the high city walls, walking a little irritably, some silent junior commanders with their heads bowed not far away, and a little farther away, a powerful blizzard still hovered between the castle district and the inner city as if taunting everyone.

After a few minutes, Korod's back and forth pacing suddenly stopped, and he reached out and pulled out a small crystal ball from his waist, the surface of which was constantly flashing and emitting obvious heat.

Korod looked at the crystal ball fixedly, then reached out and rubbed its surface, and the next second, the voice of Heaton Imam came from the magic prop that solidified the teleportation technique: "Don't tell me you're still dealing with that blizzard!" ”

"Actually, I'm still dealing with it," Korod said, suppressing his irritation, "and we're in trouble unexpectedly. ”

God knows why the magic net node outside the castle is still running after the destruction of the magic net inside! It's just a little less power, but it's still running!

The Cecil people definitely kept a lot of technical details when they created the magic net and passed it on to the nobles everywhere! That thing wasn't an "ordinary large-scale magic array" at all, not a magic array that would stop running after digging out a few key loops and cutting off a few energy connections!

"Listen, I'm not interested in your troubles," the voice of Sheikh Heaton continued in the crystal ball, "Our Legion is in trouble in the South, you ......"

Halfway through Heaton's voice, another strange buzzing and whistling sound suddenly reached Korod's ears, causing the crystal giant to subconsciously raise his head.

He looked out at the blizzard in the castle district, and saw a large turbulence at the top of the powerful and terrifying magical storm, and in the waning storm, countless sharp ice fragments were scattering from the top of the cyclone......

The blizzard has weakened!

"Your Excellency, the blizzard here has abated—Victoria? I'm afraid Wild's mana has been depleted! ”

In the crystal ball, Heaton's voice paused, as if he was also a little stunned, after a short silence, Korod heard Heaton's voice come again: "Very good, you first deal with the obnoxious duchess, and then return to Red Maple immediately, I will tell you the next task." ”

The crystal ball dimmed, and Korod stared at the item for a moment before putting it back away.

In the background behind him, the blizzard that enveloped the megalithic castle was rapidly disintegrating.

……

The barrier is about to collapse.

Victoria? Wilde stood quietly on the terrace on the upper floor of the castle, his face cold as he watched the blizzard that was gradually disintegrating.

She wore a white robe modified from a mage's robe, draped in a silver-white shawl, held a staff inlaid with crystals and white gold in her hand, several frost crystals that exuded a cold cold aura swirled beside her, and at her feet stepped on a large circle, countless intricate arcane lines and runes extending from her feet, all the way to the edge of the terrace, to the interface of the castle net.

The magic net is still running, but the amount of energy provided has been greatly reduced, and Victoria knows that this is because someone has destroyed the magic net unit beneath the outer wall.

The destroyer doesn't seem to understand the mechanics of the web - Victoria vaguely remembers that the resurrected Founding Hero had taught him a few words, one of which was "modular", referring to the structure of the web that relies on a large number of independent units.

This modular structure has allowed the saboteurs to fail to achieve their desired goals, and has allowed the inner city to maintain its mana supply to this day, extending the time it can hold on, in fact, if it continues to force it, Victoria can make the blizzard last at least three days.

But today, she took the initiative to end the spellcasting.

Knights in gray-and-white armor stood on the terrace, mages in robes, tired and resolute, in front of Victoria, and behind them, in the squares, gardens, inner courts, and walls of the castle, the soldiers of the mountain legions had already stood on the defensive line, swords in hand.

The duchess looked at these loyal subordinates who had followed her for many years, took a light breath, and stepped forward.

"Today is the thirtieth day, and we've been here for thirty days of delaying those monsters!

"The Knights and civilians who broke through should have reached a safe place - at least, we have reached the limit.

"There's no point in continuing to maintain defense, it's time to put an end to this.

"When the blizzard disappears, enemies will swarm, they may have been our compatriots, once the Ansu people we knew well, but now, they are enemies, monsters, irretrievable mutants and polluters, and the only thing we can do is to take up arms and defend our dignity as human beings.

"Perhaps every monster we kill here is a chance to survive for the rest of the Ansu.

"I'm sorry I can't bring you back to your homeland alive.

"But it's an honor that I can die with you.

"For Ansu!!"

The staff of magical brilliance was raised in the air, and then slammed to the ground.

The warriors were swords like a forest, and their roars shook the blizzard that was rapidly collapsing: "For Ansu! Death with you!! ”

Relying on the blizzard, the people here may have three more days to live, but that will completely deplete all the mana of Victoria and the mage regiment, and deplete the resources stored in the castle, and after the blizzard stops, the brave and fearless mountain legions can only face a one-sided slaughter without being able to resist.

Northlanders don't like that.

The Northerners chose to die on the battlefield.

The duchess knew this, and the warriors knew it.

The last blizzard was left with only the last bit of aftermath, and those twisted and terrifying crystal monsters loomed on the other side of the blizzard.

The knights ran to the walls, the mages drank the last potions, and on the castle terrace, everyone grabbed their weapons and ran to the last line of defense of the kingdom's fortress, while Victoria simply held his staff and waited for the blizzard to dissipate completely.

A familiar figure came into her sight at this moment - the maid Maggie walked between the warriors, two long swords in her hand, her black hair raised in the wind.

This was the first time that the soldiers of the mountain corps had seen the "chief maid" armed.

"Maggie," Victoria said as she stopped her maid and approached her, "you don't have to stay here, you're not from Ansu. ”

"I swore to you," Maggie looked at Victoria quietly with her sword in hand, "and where can I go in this situation." ”

"No, you're the only one who could leave," Victoria looked into Maggie's eyes, "you know that—and I know it too." ”

Maggie showed a slight look of consternation and a moment of panic, but before she could ask, Victoria had already continued, "You go south. ”

"Why the south?"

"The previous Knights broke through to the northwest, Saint Sunil was the first hope, and you went south—maybe there was the second hope."

The black-haired maid met the hostess's gaze, and she knew that the "hope" in the other party's mouth did not belong to the mountain army.

"I see," she bowed her head, "I'll go south." ”

"Very well," Victoria exhaled softly, walking slowly forward, "I'll create a cyclone for you to the south - ride it, hide yourself, and ......

"Fly, Maggie."

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