Countless blood flowers, fragments of clothes, and fragments of skin mixed with the back were scattered around that person in an instant like ceremonial flowers.

This was not the effect of the fireball that caused him to rise suddenly, there was also a light of vindictive energy on the body of the person who sent the fireball on his back, and the impact of the explosion only changed the position of his body, and did not cause him any actual damage. It was all because the arrow passed under him, that is, behind him.

The arrow itself was two or three meters away from him, and the white light around the arrow just grazed his back, and the muscles that could not even be injured by the explosion collapsed in an instant in the huge roar that swept by, and scattered like debris. If the person's position was one more inch, or the trajectory of the arrow could go up another inch, then the person's entire back would be torn to pieces like a two-legged wyvern.

But it's such an inch, the person is only injured, not dead. And he managed to dodge this time, not parry, so he still had the power to shoot. At this moment, the relationship between active and passive has been completely reversed. A green fireball instantly formed in his hand, heading towards the exhausted Templars.

Welsky was not flustered in shock, although he was exhausted by the full force of the arrow, but it was just him, not the griffon under his seat. Although the speed of this fireball was fast enough, it was at least much slower than the arrow he shot, which was a distance of more than a hundred meters after all. He clamped his legs, and the griffin flapped its wings and ducked away.

But just as the griffin flared its wings and moved, two green fireballs appeared on the man's hands at the same time. He let out a loud shout, and with a wave of his hand, the two fireballs came out of his hand and headed towards Wellskai.

Even if the fireball is a low-level magic, it is difficult for even the *master to complete such a three-shot burst in an instant, but this is not the most surprising place for the Templar Knights. He was surprised that the two green fireballs were not coming towards him in a straight knot, but instead drew an arc in the air. Shoot at him from two different angles. This is exactly the same way as the arc-shaped trajectory ground arrow he shot just now.

Both fireballs were spinning rapidly, the high-speed rotation and the force of the shot made the sphere bend slightly, and the surrounding air also whistled in the rapid rotation. Although it's pure magic. It didn't have the same fighting energy attached to it as the Wellskai arrow, but the arc caused by the rotation of the ball itself was far larger and more perfect than his arrow just now. The two fireball hearts flew in opposite directions towards the same point, and this point was where the griffon was.

Wilskai had to admit that it was indeed a tricky opponent to the extreme. This is a first-class level in terms of strain, tactics and skills, and he can actually use his own strength to force himself to such an almost desperate situation. Neither the fighting energy nor the muscle strength in his body could now shoot the Demon Breaking Arrow to resist the green fireball, and the fireball that struck left and right in such a way could suddenly change direction and dodge in such a move, unless he was riding not a griffin, but a fly. So he could not hide. I can't resist it, the only thing I can do is escape.

The judgment and determination of the Templar made Wilskai go from surprise to judging the situation to finally turning and escaping, but it only took a blink of an eye, but this is how he tumbled off the griffin's back, and it was only four or five meters that the two fireballs landed on the griffon's body with unmistakable accuracy.

There was a muffled bang. The griffon didn't even have time to scream, its massive body was molten and eroded in an instant like wax in the green flames. The green flames and the necromantic stench of necromancy spread out like waves, even faster than the Templars could fall.

Wellskai sighed and raised his left arm to use the Holy Guardian Shield. Although he couldn't control the guardian shield to protect himself and the griffin's space, he could still protect himself from above. That layer of crystalline white light shield appeared in time. It was able to withstand the green flames that were surging downward.

At this moment, the arrow shot by the man just now finally hit the trees below in a place that was almost out of sight, and countless thick trees broke and flew down like weeds under a sickle. The arrow actually plowed a trajectory through the trees.

Unleashing the feathering technique attached to the Radiant Armor, Wilkie looked at the opponent who was descending like him a hundred meters away, and could see that he was also looking at him, and that look was a fierce look that was about to hunt prey. Then the man pulled the magic scroll from his bosom and unfolded it, and the white thunderball burst out and rushed towards him.

The speed of the thunderbolt released by this scroll was no different from the speed between the arrows and the fireball, and in Wilskai's eyes, it flew clearly in a trajectory towards the place where it fell. But all he could do was watch the damn little thing fly closer, the green flames above him making it impossible for him to remove the shield, and there was no other way he could change his position in the air or stop the thunderbolt. The only thing he could do was wriggle his body in mid-air and use his back to meet a lightning ball.

With a loud bang, the griffon knights below couldn't help but look up into the air, and they could just see Wellskai flying far away in the sudden explosion of lightning and air. A large amount of blood spurted from the Templar's mouth, and along with the green flames, it spilled down all over the sky like scattered fireworks.

The body flew out like a cannonball, and Wilskai only felt that the skeletal muscles on his back had become a mixture, and his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs seemed to be about to burst out of his throat along with blood. But he himself understood that he was only injured, very badly, but not dead. If there is any armor in this world that can defend against such a high-level magic attack, it is only this kind of earth magic armor blessed with holy power. The armor on his back only dented under such a huge impact, and did not break.

But Wilskai knew he had lost. Such an injury is allowed to heal the magic of the Radiant Warframe on the ground, no matter how advanced it is. He couldn't pull the golden bow anymore. Even if the explosion blew him hundreds of meters away, he didn't know if he would still have the ability to get up again and rush to the battlefield over there after he landed.

In the trees over there, the griffons were screaming. Suddenly, in a farther place. A loud scream not inferior to the explosion of the thunderball just now erupted in vain, drowning out all the sounds in the forest like a tsunami. Washed away. Just by the volume, you can hear that this huge howl is not coming from a human mouth. And the listener can feel the pain and anger contained in this voice. More just bloodthirsty fury and bestiality.

Only the sound of iron and gold came out in the roar, and then an object broke through the trees and flew into the air.

Wilskai was the furthest from there, but only his eyes could see that it was a huge spear flying up the air. The body of the gun was covered with marks from the massive impact and slashing, and even the shape of the spear was completely distorted.

Wilskai, of course, knew whose gun it belonged to, and was vaguely aware of what it meant for the weapon to fly into the air. Anxiety, anger, and sadness flooded over my heart. At this time, he landed on the trunk of a large tree, and as soon as his feet stepped on the object, his chest suddenly churned, and a mouthful of blood spurted uncontrollably from his throat. Consciousness darkened as he rolled over from the opposite branch and fell to the ground. I don't know anything anymore.

I don't know how long it took for Wellskai to slowly regain consciousness and open his eyes.

In front of me was the roof of a tent, and the dim light of the fire flickered to illuminate the huge griffon statue on the tent. It was already night, and it seemed to be the tent of the great army of Erathia.

"Your Excellency. You're awake. A voice rang out from the side, and Wellskai struggled to turn his head to see that it was the young Templar Javi.

"Where's Adric?" asked Wilskai. The heart-rending pain in his back made him realize that this was not a dream or some kind of paradise.

Javi shook his head, sighed, and said, "I'm sorry, we arrived late...... Master Adric's corpse had been returned, but the Radiant Armor had been taken by the orcs. ”

Wilskai felt his anger and sorrow penetrate his body like a red-hot sword, and even every muscle and bone could feel the sharp and burning pain, and his body and expression couldn't help but twitch uncontrollably.

Javi was silent for a moment and continued: "Just now there was news from the troops of the Kingdom of Judah in the north...... Master Christine and Master Jenny* have also been killed......"

"What?" Wilskai bounced off the bed, but then fell back down, blood oozing from the bandage on his back. He couldn't feel the weakness and pain of his body at all, he still tried to struggle to get up, and the muscles and facial features of his face were out of control and twisted. "How is this possible, what the hell is going on?"

The two of them were also lured out of the army by the orcs, and each with a small group of men and horses went out to chase and kill...... But he was ambushed. According to those who escaped, it was only a bare-handed man who killed Lord Christine, presumably Gru. On the side of Bai Jenny*, no one survived, but judging from the traces left by the countless magic explosions on the battlefield, it was probably Cedros. ”

"It's still nearly a thousand miles away from Oufu, how could the two of them, as the leaders of Oufu, run to the coalition army alone?"

"From the very beginning, the strategy and tactics were to find a way to lure a few adults out of the army, and the leaders of the two Oufu went to the front line to set up an ambush. This seems to be a trap designed specifically for several Templar Knights, and it is intended to be achieved. ”

"As you might expect, we were all careless. Wellskai let out a long sigh and closed his eyes. The extreme anger and sadness were finally endured by his iron will and nerves, but in exchange for a feeling of utter powerlessness and exhaustion. "Even though His Majesty the Pope and Lord Lancelot have specifically told us, we are still careless. ”

There was not the slightest fluctuation on the young Templar's face, neither joy nor carefree. He just nodded and said lightly: "Ou Fu's strategy of showing weakness to the enemy before, even if a few adults are not affected, the coalition forces are confused. At that time, when morale was low, the attack of several adults was actually a little compelling. But...... A few adults are indeed a little careless. If a few people of all sizes could carry a few top-level magic scrolls on their bodies, maybe ...... Things can get better......"

Wellskai was silent for a moment. gloomily sighed: "That's true, we were careless." ”

While top-tier magic scrolls are extremely valuable items for ordinary warriors or magicians, they are not at all for Celeste. However, almost every Templar rarely wears these items on their bodies. Each of them relied on their superb superhuman martial arts skills and actual combat to ascend to the polar position of this martial artist. And the need to carry things like magic scrolls and magic props with them at all times, which is only a novice like Talis, has the right behavior, and in their eyes, it even seems a little ridiculous like a child.

But to the point where it is now, in the end, it is the self-esteem of warriors like them that looks pathetic. If he could have the same magic scroll in the sky as the queen, he would win. Among the magic scrolls stored in the Castle of Radiance, the Thunderstorm can only be regarded as a fairly low-grade thing. And if Adric could also carry a magic scroll with him, then ...... Wilskai felt a twitch in his chest, and didn't think any further. Because it's futile to think about it.

"I have submitted a report to His Majesty the Pope and Lord Lancelot. The loss is too big for us, so I suggest ...... All command of all troops will be handed over to the generals of all countries. ”

"Why?" asked Wilskai. "They are leading their own armies, and they are too eager to underestimate the enemy, and if they are allowed to act indiscriminately, they will surely march straight into their own battles. It's just a chance for Ou Fu to take advantage of. ”

"This loss reflects a significant strategic disadvantage for us. This is how the confusion of command leads to this. And we know so little about Oufu, because there are no spies there, so we know almost nothing about them. According to reports, Gru left with a teleportation scroll after killing Master Christine. And the surviving griffin knights here also saw the blue glow of the teleportation scroll near the location where Lord Adric died, and it seemed that ...... Maybe Ou Fu has already built his own teleportation magic array. After all, they're close to the Sandface Mountains. It's easy to get the Star Eye and Star Shards. ”

"What is more insured is their fighting power and the tactics they can employ. For example, a bipedal wyvern with a dwarven crossbow can completely overpower a griffin at a distance like this. The orcs are different from the individual and human, and the combat methods that can be used are different from those of regular troops, and Orf is a superior tactician and strategist. All previous combat experience may not be useful, and may even become a shackle in thinking. Therefore, if we want to win, we must at least test and let Oufu expose his combat methods and combat capabilities. ”

"Your intention to give them back command is to make them tempted?"

"It's not just that. The death of the three adults has reduced our prestige among the coalition forces to the lowest point. The next command will only be more difficult, and instead of grudgingly holding on to the command, it is better to let them act independently. When they've had enough to find out that Oufu isn't as easy to deal with as they thought, it's easier for us to come back and get closer. ”

"How much has it been enough? 30,000 soldiers killed? or 50,000 soldiers?" said Wellskai as he looked at Warrior Javi, his eyes were still fierce though he was weak. "Are you going to send tens of thousands of soldiers who were fighting for the glory of the Lord to their deaths, just to be tempted?"

"Since it's a war, where are the immortals. And in my opinion, it's really the most effective way to do it right now. The young Templar replied quietly, his face as calm as a sculpture in the dim light of the fire. "Your Excellency, rest assured, the coalition forces are also experienced in a hundred battles. Moreover, after all, the coalition army has a total of 100,000 troops, and Oufu only has a few thousand people after all, so no matter how it is lost, it will not be completely defeated. After these defeats, their impetuous spirit and contempt for the enemy will be reined in, and they will truly obey Celeste's command. ”

"In any case, I will not agree with your suggestion. Wellskai snorted and shook his head. Although he also knew that maybe this was indeed a solution, he couldn't accept it.

Warrior Javi shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm just informing the adults as usual, and I've already sent someone to Celeste for this suggested report......"

Wilskai said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty will not agree, there must be other ways." ”

Warrior Javi said no more, just gave a salute and exited the tent.

Ten days later, Celeste's order finally came. His Holiness ordered that all Templars in the coalition should return to Celeste, and that command of all units should be returned to the generals.