After sending Catrina back, Tarrant returned home, and as he lay in bed, he was less and less confident in cooperating with them, considering the falconry, and the alliance that needed to be guarded against at all times made the covenant pale in comparison.

In the entanglement, Tarrant turned sideways countless times, and only fell asleep when his consciousness was in chaos.

A cry of pain suddenly pierced into his ears, a struggle for survival when his body was heavily traumatized, Tarrant opened his eyes suddenly, and the picture in front of him was a forest devastated by war, purple and red blood entangled with each other on the ground, revealing stumps, writhing tentacles, and broken armor were presented one by one, the sharp weapons of the warriors slashed at each other, the energy of the mages was released to the fullest, and the hellish cruel scene, Tarrant returned here, the battlefield where glory was desecrated.

He thought the battle was over, and he hoped that he would never return here, but why did this scene happen again, Tarrant watched a huge magic seal fly in front of him, bombarding the pile of soldiers, confused, confused, shocked, dizzy, frenzied, and collapsed, all kinds of emotions were staged, and the incomprehensible pain was revealed from the dull eyes of those bodies, and after intense torture, they fell to the ground one by one.

It's an end times, when the army of spirit-absorbing monsters rules the ground, and the human army will die this way, Tarrant clenched his fists and closed his eyes, why did he come back here!

The crisp sound of spell casting sounded again, and the ancient saying was silently chanted to drive powerful energy, Tarrant looked sideways, and there was a male gold-robed mage standing on the thick branch next to him, with a well-proportioned body, a resolute face, sky blue cloth armor, two shining bracers, his eyes, decisive and profound, he was not charged! A blue ball of energy fused into him, the spiritual realm.

The opponent in the forest spotted the anomaly and drove the golem to attack him, and the mages in the trees changed their target and chanted spells at the golden-robed mage.

This power is not something that one person can bear, even a god will not have the courage to accept it in the face of a full of high-level spells, the golden-robed mage continued to chant, and the blue energy ball grew larger in his hand.

All around the sacrifice of all kinds of energy, pure white meteor storm, purple death finger, illusory dissociation technique, entrained flame blast, ice pick, terrifying lethal spells towards this point.

The energy roared beside the mage, a semi-invisible body stood out in the dust of magical energy, an unusually strong body, the armor of the whole body was covered with black ash and still revealed a star of golden flashes, he had a silver long shield in his left hand, and a red long sword in his right hand, from the hue, it could be seen that the warrior's equipment was top-notch, and he had been stealthily guarding beside the mage.

After withstanding a round of bombardment from the mages, the warrior's body was not seriously damaged, the helmet was buried deep behind the shield, and the defensive posture remained unchanged, protecting the spellcaster behind him like an iron wall, and he was a defender.

Defenders are defensive-minded warriors, their role in battle is to attract damage, hammers, two-handed greatswords, large traps, deadly spells are commonplace for them, they are usually equipped with heavy armor and strong shields, have a strong physique and a tenacious will, and it is mandatory to withstand the immunity of various spells, they are called iron men by adventurers. However, it is very difficult to become a good defender, and the warrior has to endure all kinds of painful tests, and many of them sleep on the path of cultivation.

The defender continued to bear the magic from all sides, the shield "banged", the mage behind him completed the chanting of a spell, and the air behind him condensed into a translucent giant statue, and the two-handed sword in the giant's hand was in front of him, it was a Maxine statue!

In front of Maxine's image, the mages watched in amazement, they stopped casting spells one after another, and looked at the scene in front of them in confusion, their eyes gradually regained their energy, their consciousness had awakened, and the control of the spirit absorbing monster was driven back by the idol!

The overture to the second round of counterattack began, the mages chanted the spiritual realm together, the blue light kept being applied to their teammates, more and more people regained their will, and the priest's blessings, luck, strength, resistance, and will were imposed on the soldiers.

Unable to do what they were good at, a battlefield priest cast Detect Evil, leaning out of the Psivacuum's location, and the army pincered around an area in the forest.

The ambush had entered the final stage, and Tarrant was standing in the trees, and the attack of the spirit-absorbing monsters was defeated. He looked down at the devastated earth under his feet, the large woods on the side of the road were damaged, and the road had been dyed red.

The human alliance has won the final victory, Tarrant opened his mouth slightly, paused, turned to the golden-robed mage beside him and shouted, "What's going on!

The mage ignored his screams, jumped down from the branch, and commanded the priest beside him, "Go and see if there is anyone who can still be resurrected, no matter which empire it is, and do your best to heal it." ”

His partner, the defender, also jumped off the tree, his feet hitting the ground with a heavy thud, the weight of the armor on his shoulders staggering, and he smiled at the mage, "We will surely glorify Donaron on this expedition." ”

Donalons, the easternmost empire on the Redstone continent, is adjacent to the Iberon Empire. Tarrant leaped forward, his body fluttering slowly down in the air, like a feather, and he chased after the two men.

The mage walked towards the road and smiled nonchalantly, "I just want Redstone to remain in a peaceful state. ”

"The demise of the Dark Elves will not lead to new wars. ”

"No one knows what happens after the pattern is broken. ”

They were about to mount their horses, Tarrant couldn't help but reach out and grab the mage's robe, his fingers pierced through, and as before, he shouted, "Wait, tell me, how did your army disappear!"

Some of the soldiers began to clean the battlefield, the troops on the roads had been regrouped, and the soldiers buried their fallen comrades and prepared to continue their journey.

"Hey!wait!" Tarrant pounced on a soldier with a helmet in the roadside queue, the two bodies pierced through each other, the soldier continued to walk on the road, Tarrant fell to the ground, and the follow-up troops walked over Tarrant, there was no way to communicate with this army, "No!" Tarrant shouted.

His eyes opened hard, the room was pitch black, Tarrant found that his mouth was wide open, he must have screamed just now, he smashed it twice, his throat was very dry, and the nightmare just now made him experience a shock.

The contents of the dream are still in my memory, the attack of the spirit suckers was defeated by the human coalition, and Tarrant hoped that the humans would win, but could not let them win, which was related to a fundamental problem, the origin of all the adventures in the past years.

Tarrant got up and walked to the desk, poured a glass of water, and the dryness in his throat only eased after Gollum drank it, he sat in the chair by the window, his mind was in chaos, he thought of too many things, the spirit sucking monsters, the expeditionary force, the Tingwu Mountain, the border, the disappearance, the battlefield, this qiē constituted an unsolvable mystery.

When Tarrant joined the Light of Shelter and began investigating the Psions, he was convinced that the disappearance of the expeditionary force must have been the work of the Psilocytes, and that only the kind of bio-energy that would control the new soldiers and gain the advantage of strength on the battlefield, but now, he had doubts about this.

After a few years of training, the increase in actual combat experience such as spells, queues, and will confrontation has made Tarrant realize more content, it is very difficult to control new forces on the battlefield, with the will resistance immunity granted by the battlefield priest, and the spiritual realm of high-level mages, the spirit sucking monster is no longer so terrifying.

The Psychic Control spell and the Soul Sucking Monster Spell belong to the same form, Tarrant has seen the Psychic Possession fail, and in the case of the successful casting, the dark elf mage thought that he could use this spell to control Tarrant to destroy Biantris, and was finally eliminated by Tarrant.

In order to defeat the ground forces, the Psilocaust not only needs an army, but also requires that army to have strong combat capabilities, and the key loophole is that a strong army cannot let the Psivacus succeed so successfully.

It was a low morning temperature, and Tarrant was dressed only in light clothes, and he shivered back into his bedding, and the tormented earth of his dreams appeared before his eyes, filled with blood and corpses, and all kinds of magic left wounds in the woods.

Yes, if there was a battle, there would inevitably be traces, the previous Tarrant was too naïve in his thinking, stubbornly believing that the Spirit Suction Monster could cause this qiē, and he had lost his mind thinking under the urging of the eagerness to find his father, and countless people reminded him that the Spirit Suction Monster could not do this, and he still insisted on the ignorant wishful thinking. And now, although he is no longer so impulsive, he has not had time to calm down and think about all the www.biquge.info of the pen fun pavilion, the dream just now alerted him, he should have found out that everything was wrong.

It is impossible for the Spiritsuckers to be the culprits responsible for the disappearance of the Expeditionary Force, they cannot defeat the Coalition Army, and even if they could, they would not win without leaving a trace, and after the Disappearance of the Expeditionary Force, the Emperor searched all the nearby areas without any clues.

They were only Tarrant's imaginary enemies, and had nothing to do with the expeditionary force.

Past investigations and adventures begin to crumble, and Tarrant realizes that he has been on the wrong path, getting farther and farther from the truth, and the clues at hand are only part of the Psicosphite's expansion plan, which does not include the word "expeditionary force" at all.

Tarrant closed his eyes in despair, the belief that had sustained him was gone, and he felt like his life had lost its meaning and was wasted on psionic monsters.

The investigation of the expeditionary force incident, back to square one, found nothing, and Tarrant thought in confusion and aimlessly, he could do nothing but help the innocent spirit-sucking monster.

Whether to abandon the current investigation of the spirit-absorbing monsters and re-search for clues to the expeditionary force, or complete the sanctions against the underground creatures, Tarrant hesitated.

It was only at this time that Tarrant realized that he needed a guide, that the path ahead was chaotic and winding, that he was not capable enough to remove these obstacles, that he was stuck in a quagmire, and that he hoped that someone would take him out.

Tomorrow, he will visit a teacher and ask him to give him guidance.