The wind rose in the valley. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The low wind swept through the canopy of the trees like a stream of water, causing the mist to move slowly, and the white mist between the branches was layered against the clusters of fiery berries beneath the trees on either side of the valley.

When the silence of the early morning is broken, the dull sound of horses' hooves comes from far and near.

The iron-clad horseshoes crushed the bushes and berries, and swept over the rocky riverbank, and the horses' hooves splashed like white crystals, and a total of thirty-four horses galloped through the water, and the bones in the valley felt the tremors of the earth and climbed up, and they looked around at the sound of the sound, but they had only turned their heads slowly, and a larger and larger war horse was reflected in the phosphorus fire in their eyes.

They were all tall and handsome horses, their strong pectoral muscles and front hooves that slammed directly into the white rocks on both sides of the creek, until they hit a path and slowed down.

The steps of the horses became smaller and smaller, and the young knight in the lead suddenly raised his hand high, and more than thirty horses took two or three steps forward due to inertia and then stopped together, and more than a hundred horses' hooves stood in the middle of the stream, and the rapid water could only surround it.

A high shout kicked off the early morning.

"It's out!"

"We're out". Then came the second tone.

"Hooray".

"Long live Arnold". When the horse stopped, it seemed to realize something. The militiamen on horseback raised their hands at once, and the cheers finally resounded in unison, resounding through the valley.

In the midst of the cheers, Arnold took off his helmet and threw it away, he couldn't help but wipe a handful of sweat on his cold forehead, and the morning breeze blew on his face. He sat straight on his horse, dressed in a gray leather armor, and looked up at the verdant mountains around him, and thought:

It's over, it's finally over!

He clenched his fists.

It had been a nightmarish battle before, as they had come from the Soler Plateau to the wilderness and through the woodlands into the Valley of the Sages. Everyone used almost their last bit of strength.

Nearly 20,000 unarmed refugees fought their way through the tens of thousands of orcs, which may sound like a fantasy, but it happened. Maybe someone left, someone was cold corpse lying on the ground, someone was grieving, some were crying, but most of them finally came out, didn't they?

He looked back and saw that almost all of the militia in the crowd that Louis had chosen from among the refugees were now wounded, but each of them looked at him with convincing eyes, understanding who had brought them all this.

It's almost a miracle

But the young man in front of him did it, and he said that he would show them a way to a miracle with his sword, and he did.

Arnold lamented that at this moment, they were no longer ordinary militiamen, but qualified warriors, warriors who fought against darkness.

Gillian chased after her mage group.

These were the few fallen mages she had found among the refugees, and the defeated soldiers of Bloo City had formed a group of mages together.

The first thing she said when she saw Arnold was, "Arnold, did we really win?".

Did they really win against the orcs?

Yes, at least for this moment.

Arnold looked at the handsome girl on horseback and nodded. He didn't speak, but the mage group behind Gillian fell silent for a moment.

Suddenly, the little townspeople, the routed soldiers of Blo City, and the down-and-out mercenaries threw their weapons to the ground with a crackle, and they froze, they could hardly believe their ears, and after a day and a night of pursuit, they were so victorious?

An enemy that even the Bloo City guards couldn't defeat, but they repeatedly broke through the other party's encirclement?

So someone couldn't help but ask loudly in disbelief, "Lord Knight, did we really win?".

Arnold nodded.

"Hooray!"

"Hooray!" The crowd boiled in an instant. They screamed and jumped, they couldn't help but cry with joy, and some of them immediately turned and ran, they wanted to bring the good news to the refugees behind them.

The riders couldn't help but smile when they looked at these people who couldn't help themselves, but just a moment ago, how could they not be like this?

Arnold saw that Gillian was stunned and lost his mind, and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know what happened to Chernobyl. ”

Gillian had tears in her eyes, but she was strong enough not to let the tears fall, but the fingers holding the staff were already white.

Arnold was stunned for a moment, and felt a little regretful in his heart, Chernobyl is a good soldier, if he sacrifices like this, it will indeed be a little sad.

He raised his head and stared at the green mountains in the distance for a moment, and he suddenly remembered that the forest was not a furnace, it was really nostalgic. He was alone in the battlefield between Adelaide and Noller, and it was through that forest that he survived.

I remember that there was also a ruin there, and it seemed that one of the Terran holy relics was there.

Speaking of which, it's time to make a plan.

Over the course of a few days of fighting, he gained experience that was close to leveling up, but that experience couldn't all be used to level up. First and foremost, it is important to open the elemental pool, which requires tens of thousands of experience.

After entering the fourth order, everything becomes different.

First of all, the elemental pool must be opened, and then the spirit needs to enter the elemental sea located between the world barriers and establish a connection, so that the purpose of storing the elements can be truly achieved.

In the later stages, magic is only a medium, and the elements are fundamental.

After having the elemental pool, it is to establish the law, which is the fifth-order law realm.

The laws here are not fixed, but most people are the same laws, because there are terrible incompatibilities between the laws, and some are even big conflicts, which are directly annihilated.

When you have your own law and order, you can protect your spirit and truly enter the Elemental Sea, and open up your own plain of truth in the Elemental Sea.

The Holy Rank is the actualization of the Plain of Truth, and the perfect Plain of Truth is the realm.

The False Saint can summon the Plain of Truth to come, but it is not a perfect Plain of Truth, and it is very easy to be cracked, and only the Holy Order can be resisted.

The fusion of law and truth is the middle stage of the holy stage, and the five elements of spirit, law, truth, element, and body, establish a close connection. This stage is also called the epic saint.

Merging the body, soul and realm, abandoning the body, living in the Elemental Sea, immortal and immortal in the real world, this is the pinnacle of the Holy Order. At this stage, it is called a legendary saint, and it is already the closest existence to a demigod.

Until the law is extreme, igniting the godhead, you can truly become a demigod.

Arnold came back to his senses and couldn't help but let out a long breath. Regardless, he had at least won the game for now, escaping the orcs with most of the refugees, and bringing what he saw and heard around the world would have some impact, if not attention.

What's more, Adelaide also has allies. Verdant Bay is a natural ally.

So that's the win.