"It's the white ship recorded in the annals of history!" Philippa's face became solemn and full of fear, "I didn't expect that the original group of High Elves was still alive, I even thought they were already dead. Now it seems that their almost eternal lifespan, is the legend true? ”

"Now, who cares whether this legend is true or not, the most important thing is to knock down that damn white ship." Goran looked furious, as he watched in the distance as the elite cavalry belonging to the Nilfgaard Empire suffered heavy casualties under artillery fire. So, he quickly turned on his horse, gathered the scattered army, and gave the order, "Gather the archers, listen to my orders!" With his shouts, the chaotic army found its backbone, and the archers quickly converged on him, even the army from Skelliger involuntarily gathered towards him. As the large procession of thousands of men gradually gathered towards him, the white ships flying in the sky also found their target, and a cannon of bronze color stretched out, and the dark muzzle of the cannon pointed at them.

"Ready, launch!" Pointed at the swarthy muzzle, Goranin also felt a panic, and he forced himself to compose. Immediately, he ordered the archers around him, who had already assembled in formation, to fire arrows.

Dense arrows flew neatly towards the white ships in the sky like a shower. Then, after a round of shooting, the archers bent their bows again, but when the first wave of arrows hit the white boat, they were bounced away. Around the white ship, there was a barrier visible to the naked eye, and no matter how sharp the armor-piercing arrow met it, it was as if it had hit the rubber headlong and was weakly bounced off.

"Stupid human!" Ahrat, who was standing on the side of the ship, smiled disdainfully when he saw this. Artillery fire followed, bombarding the formation of archers, killing and wounding hundreds of people in an instant. When Aharat saw this, he frowned dissatisfiedly, "Damn the barren world, there is no way to find the resources to make the elemental cannon, so we can only find defective products to replace it, which is far lower than the power that the elemental cannon should have!" "Aharat is very dissatisfied with the power of the cannon, this primitive and rudimentary cannon is simply not comparable to the more and more advanced and powerful cannons of the High Elves.

On the other hand, Esfate's spells were almost ready. The soldiers below who were bombarded by artillery saw hundreds of people die in an instant, and those who were lucky enough not to die lay on the ground and wailed, which made the surrounding soldiers who had never experienced such an unknown weapon even more frightened.

The group of warlocks and mages who had been watching all this were also shocked. But when they came to their senses, they immediately chanted spells, and then bundles of colorful spells attacked directly towards the white ships flying in the sky. However, these attacks, as they had just now, could not break through the barrier on the surface of the white ship at all. Brilliant and powerful spells, facing a thin barrier as if there is no solution.

At the same time, Esfate's spell is ready, "Welcome to the baptism of death!" As the violent mana surged from his body, the sky and the earth changed color for a while, and the dark clouds covered the sky and the sun, and electric snakes continued to shuttle among the clouds. Then, dense electric snakes fell from the sky, wantonly shuttling back and forth among the crowd.

Dense electric snakes, carriers are extremely lethal. The person who touched it immediately became a hot and fragrant human-shaped barbecue. And people who are just exposed to a little aftermath, which part of their body comes into contact with electric light, will also die in an instant, becoming a pile of dead flesh. The sight in front of them as if a natural disaster had descended shocked everyone, whether it was ordinary soldiers, or warlocks and mages with magical powers, all of them looked at the white ship in the sky with shocked and inexplicable eyes.

They had more than twenty warlocks, mages, druids and other spellcasters present, but the spells they had prepared could not break through the outer barrier of the White Ship. However, the elven wizard on the white ship caused heavy casualties to the coalition army with just one spell. This contrast is so strong that all of us feel extremely frightened.

"This is the High Elves?"

It was only then that all the spellcasters suddenly came up with this sentence in their minds. At the same time, I also have a deep understanding of some of the information I know.

"One ship, 100 crews, one world!"

In the past, these arrogant spellcasters dismissed this as nothing more than an exaggeration. Because, they can't imagine how a ship, with a hundred crew members, can rule a huge world? Because that world not only has countless ordinary lifeforms, but also has a lot of powerful spellcasters. However, it was such a powerful and vast world, but it was easily conquered by a group of elves from another world, with a fleet of 100 people. In the past, in any case, they would not have believed it. However, now that they have experienced and witnessed some of the High Elves' abilities, every spellcaster is beginning to have this problem.

At the same time, in their hearts, they are also seriously thinking about and measuring how many terrifying powers should exist in the world of high elves. Because, the size of their fleet will definitely be larger and larger. And with a single ship in front of them, they can't break through, so what about facing a fleet of more than hundreds? And how?

All the people began to retreat in their hearts at this moment. Because they are more focused on the facts in front of them than on the ethereal prospects. This kind of method is completely unable to shake the other party, which is really a little discouraging. However, Geralt, who is close to Ciri, will not give up willingly. Yennefer and Triss are constantly releasing spells to attack the white boat, and at the same time, they are also gathering the indifferent warlocks around them to attack the white ship in the sky.

And the group of warlocks, who were silent for a moment, also gathered each other's strength again, and the dense spells blasted towards the white ship in the sky.

"Ignorant humans!" Esphath stood on the deck, his eyes looking down on the group of warlocks below who were constantly casting spells on them. The expression on his face was calm and terrifying, and then he raised his hand and began to prepare the spell again. A ball of firelight was suspended in his palm, and then this firelight was brewing, and the sky once again set off an astonishing change, and the black and oppressive dark clouds dispersed, followed by the red fire clouds gathering. In this thick red cloud, a palpitating force brewed there.

"The other party doesn't know what spell is being prepared, hurry up and stop him!" The power brewing in the clouds suddenly changed all the casters, and the palpitating and panicked feeling terrified everyone. They dare not imagine, nor do they want to imagine, what awaits them when that power is brewed.