What Chang Le saw was at least thirty or so "fire dragons", forming a huge circle formation in the sky, so the fireballs that kept flying down could instantly seal the elves' retreat and trap them in a large fire circle several kilometers in diameter.

But it wasn't a real dragon, it was a human-made object.

Although there are decorations such as dragon heads, there are also realistic dragon scale paintings, which are actually puffed up and hollow, and are composed of some kind of light and thin material and skeleton.

Under the "fire dragon", there is a large hanging basket, and many people in the basket are busy.

Someone manipulated some device, constantly spewing flames upwards, and the heat rose, supporting the body of the "fire dragon" round.

There are also people who pull the handle and swing a large fishtail-shaped sheet, like a boatman's row, so as to correct the direction and gain propulsion, fight against the strong wind in the air, and keep themselves in the desired position.

The rest of the people, of course, are you who come and go, constantly throwing the fire altar filled with oil!

Chang Le swept it away with a rough glance, there were seven or eight people in each hanging basket, all of them were elite warriors with good strength, and there were also strong crossbows with winding around them, as well as shield short spears, etc., which were estimated to be used for self-defense when flying low.

At this moment, at such a height, the elven strong bow did not have the same range, and there was no threat to the "Fire Dragon" and its hanging basket, so they had no scruples, and they were careless, so Chang Le pulled up from outside the war zone and approached from above to observe, without causing any alarm.

However, once Chang Le attacked, he would inevitably usher in a strong crossbow salvo, even if he was not afraid, if the necromantic bird under the seat was killed, he and Miraya would be killed together.

So he gave up his intention to attack alone, held the elf princess firmly with one hand, and wrapped the other hand in front of her, clenched the saddle hoop, and urged the necromantic bird to swoop straight down.

The weightlessness frightened Miraya to close her eyes and scream, and Changle had to cover her mouth with her arms around her waist so as not to alarm the enemies in the air.

The necromantic bird did not gradually level out until it was close to the ground, and used the smoke to cover its whereabouts, carrying Chang Le up the Shuohe River at the fastest speed, facing the whole group of resting necromantic cavalry.

Miraya felt particularly excited after the false alarm, and couldn't help but "giggle", but the struggling clansmen in the forest fire below caught her eye, and she began to cry and shout:

"What the hell is in the sky? They set it on fire!"

"It's a flying lantern! A flying lantern magnified by a thousand times!

Chang Le's movements are violent, his mind is still calm, and his answers are concise and clear.

He had seen similar products for a long time, and in the past, people in Kassel often put off a flying lantern to pray for blessings, a round paper lamp, thin wooden strips of bone, and a small candle that could rise into the air.

Occasionally, this thing falls on the roof of the grass hut in the untouchable area, which will cause a fire, and as for the rich people "praying for blessings" but bringing disaster to the untouchables, the "superior people" generally do not care.

Chang Le couldn't help but sigh, why didn't he think in the past that the flying lantern could take people to the sky if it was magnified a thousand times?

The heat will rise, there is the power to lift, the working principle of that thing is very simple, but Chang Le can analyze the most deadly difficulty, after the size is enlarged, the firepower needs to be large enough, not to mention a small candle, it is impossible to hold such a heavy thing with a whole pile of firewood.

The tongue of fire that spits upwards is the core secret, and it is also the killing move of the Cayenne people!

But now Chang Le didn't have the heart to study it anymore, he came to talk to the elf queen about the alliance, although the two sides have not yet met, and they have regarded the elf clan as an ally in their hearts, and in order to reduce the loss of allies, they must quickly join the battle.

What's more, there is a little princess in his arms who begged him to save people.

Miraya no longer dared to look at the miserable situation of her people, and covered her face with her hands and cried, after all, her mental age was younger than her appearance, only equivalent to a human girl of thirteen or fourteen years old.

But just as he was passing across the riverbank battlefield, Chang Le slapped her on the shoulder:

"Open your eyes, who is that?"

What Chang Le saw was a golden-armored warrior, whose armor matched her figure quite well, and she was obviously a tall and slender woman.

But this kind of heavy armor dress is very different from the style of the elven archers she follows behind.

This person holds a shield in one hand, a spear in the other, and in addition to the golden armor on his body, there are red flames burning, which is not affected by the forest fire, but the flame of the fighting spirit of the attack system!

In front of this goddess of war, the Kayan hoplites lined up on the shore were like dolls, swept and slashed by various sweeps, corpses scattered everywhere, and the metal armor and giant shields of the soldiers were as fragile as paper wherever the spear of fighting spirit rose.

She wanted to break through the Cayan line and lead her men to rush to the ships anchored at anchor in order to get out of the fire behind her.

It is impossible for thousands of elves to squeeze all onto the ship, and it is good to have some escape.

However, the charge can only rely on her alone, although the elven army's arrow rain has the ability to break armor, the lethality of the heavy armored giant shield soldiers is still very small, so this war spirit wants to quickly clear the enemy troops on the shore, I am afraid it will be difficult to do so for a while.

Despite this, Chang Le was still full of admiration for her at a glance, it was just a hundred, too fierce!

Miraya listened to his question, looked at it, and cried out in a lost voice:

"It's sister! It's Sister Odesia!"

"Oh, your most warlike, most beautiful, monogamous sister who is still single?"

"It's her. ”

"Not bad......" Chang Le just opened his mouth to praise half a sentence, and a few arrows came through the wind, and the necromantic bird under the seat roared violently, probably injured, and Miraya was almost shot.

An elf shouted angrily below:

"Necro Bird! It's the Demon Dragons! These bastards are also here to take advantage of the fire!"

"Stupid!" Chang Le scolded angrily, urging the car to turn sharply to dodge.

"My sister isn't stupid!" Miraya hurriedly argued, "she's the smartest!"

Chang Le's original intention was not to scold her sister, but to be dissatisfied with those arrow shooters who could not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, but since Miraya said so, he sneered and responded:

"Your sister is not stupid, then how can she be trapped in a trap? If I don't save her, she will become a roast pig sooner or later!"

Miraya immediately softened:

"Okay, good, she's stupid! Please, save her!"

"Don't save it!

Having said that, Chang Le still informed Pabadova early on through the idea message,

"Put Wendy and those elven women down, and the warriors will all take off and move closer to me!"

At the same time, he also communicated with the "bald man", and the necromantic bird replied that the injury was not too serious, and an arrow in the leg did not affect the flight.

Since this is the case, Chang Le did not rest and directly led the team into battle.

Just a few minutes later, a large area of monstrous beasts vibrated its wings and rose from the jungle on both sides of the river, and even the surface of the river was stirred by the air current, and the waves were boiling and splashing.

Immediately afterwards, the whole army followed Chang Le and flew straight up, straight into the sky!

It was in this whirling flight that Chang Le's ears were deaf and clear, and he discovered the changes in the battle situation in the distance.

Outside the ring of fire, the forest canopy fluctuated wildly, and it seemed that countless elven reinforcements were coming, cutting down trees and setting up fire rings to stop the fire from spreading.

At the top of one of the tallest trees, another elven master appeared.

The man's whole body was shrouded in emerald green flames, his bow pointed at the sky, the string was like a full moon, and an arrow shot out, straight into the clouds!

Chang Le could feel the terrifying aura thousands of meters away, she was stronger than the gold-armored warrior Odesia!

Who else could that be?

Chang Le doesn't even need to ask Miraya, she must be the queen of the elves, the pinnacle of the war spirit Pantania! And she is also the war spirit of the war spirit, the pinnacle of the pinnacle, and she may break through to the super master of the war sect at any time!

If he is hostile to such a person, Chang Le knows very well that he has no chance of winning, and any tricks and tricks will not be useful, this is absolute power suppression.

Fortunately, the elven queen is not an enemy, at least Changle is here to save her people now.

Unfortunately, the Queen's Sacred Bow and Arrow could not turn the tide of battle, after all, the enemy flew too high, the arrows flew for a long time, and their strength was weakened when they arrived, and the target moved a lot of distance, so it was impossible to directly hit the hanging basket or destroy the huge dragon-shaped flying lantern with a single arrow.

When the high-altitude "Fire Dragon" pilots saw the queen firing the bow, and found that Chang Le and his party had risen into the air, they all hurriedly reacted.

The "big tail" on the hanging basket swayed wildly, and the tongue of fire as the source of lift instantly ignited, and the "fire dragon" quickly increased in height, while avoiding the arrows of the queen's fighting spirit, the warriors in the basket also picked up the strong crossbow and prepared to face Changle.

When they saw Changle's troops riding flying monsters, they were probably even more surprised than Changle when they saw the "Fire Dragon".

Changle had observed the size of the enemy's powerful crossbows, the range and penetration were probably quite impressive, and the hard scales of the necromantic birds were difficult to resist, and although it might take a long time to wind up after the shot, the first salvo was enough to inflict heavy casualties on his men.

Chang Le cherishes his necromantic cavalry very much, and if possible, it is best not to die at all.

But how should this battle be fought?

He is a top student at the Royal Military Academy, and he has rich battlefield experience, but at the moment he is neither an infantry advance nor a cavalry charge, although he has never fought a naval battle, at least he understands it, and now what is this battle?

If you have to come up with a name, it should be called "air combat".

Air combat? I really haven't learned!

Miraya in front of her no longer screamed, only vomiting remained, and scattered filth flew up, constantly being blown onto Changle's face by the oncoming strong wind.

Such a dizzy flight up and down, even with the strong physique of the elf, is a little unbearable.

As a result, she herself was even more unstable, and her legs did not have the strength to clamp the bird's body, and the whole person had to float into the air from time to time.

Chang Le was somewhat disgusted, and could only comfort himself:

"It's the vomit of a beautiful girl......"

Before, he didn't care about putting the little girl down, and now he couldn't turn back, so he had to make a quick decision, tear off the fur on Miraya's oblique shawl, and use it as a rope to tie the girl together with himself.

Then he took her hand and pressed it on the saddle ring:

"Hold on! Stupid, hold on!"

Miraya groaned strangely, and obediently tightened her grip on the ring.

Her upper body is now completely exposed, but the elven woman's right breast is already exposed, and it is not a big problem to show an extra left breast. As long as she doesn't fall, Chang Le can let go and fight!

During this emergency treatment, three hundred and fifty-seven necromantic cavalry had already rushed into the sky with Chang Le, straight into the clouds.

The sky was very cloudy in the hot summer, and Chang Le was staring at this cloud, hoping to use it to cover his body so that he could attack from an unexpected angle, just like relying on the jungle to fight an ambush.

But when he came closer, he found that the ground looked like a white cloud of cotton, but in fact it was just a thin mist, and it was of little significance to enter the clouds, but it might cause his subordinates to collide.

So he rushed out of the clouds again, and shouted loudly:

"Follow me!"

It was difficult to breathe in the air, and even the sound seemed to be quieter, but fortunately, the amplification function of the King suit came in handy, and the password still came out for thousands of meters, enough for every subordinate to hear clearly.

The next target is the sun!

At this moment, the whole army is already hundreds of meters above the "fire dragon", and the enemy also wants to seize the height advantage, and condescending is conducive to the play of strong crossbows and spears, but those fat "fire dragons" are clumsy and slow, how can they compete with the necromantic birds for speed?

Chang Le had already thought of a strategy, he led the whole army to fly towards the sun, and after a while, he turned around sharply and dived, with his back to the sun, facing the "fire dragon", and launched a fatal blow!

The enemy's weakness is above, and the huge and thin "Fire Dragon" type structure blocks the enemy's upward view!

Even if some enemies are able to attack upwards due to their angles, when they raise their crossbows, they will find that they can't aim with their eyes open, because there is a dazzling sun behind Changle!

Chang Le was in the first place, and the ranks of the necromantic cavalry formed a wonderful arc, swooping down one after another.

"Follow me!Follow me!Kill ~~~~!"