Elio saw the plastered shadow, and his face turned pale, as if he had seen a ghost. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info There was only one man in his mind, the pyromancer who had been beheaded by the sunset fountain - the courtiers were clamoring for the return of the former king for revenge.

They are everywhere, and now they are colluding with the sons of traitorous sinners against the Imperial Army.

"Warlocks of the Apocalypse, do not play your tricks. Elio took a deep breath, finally free from his fear and uneasiness, thinking he had found their weakness.

"That's all you can do. He felt that he had seen the situation clearly, and that the casters of Paliva City were only a handful. They concentrated their attacks on the longbowmen in order to reduce casualties among the soldiers on the ramparts, as they did not have many soldiers, and at the same time to cleverly disrupt the rhythm of the Imperial army's attack.

It's just a desperate fight to stall for time.

"If you surrender now, you can still die a dignified death. If you continue to resist, I swear that the Inquisition will drain your blood. Elio shouted, his golden cloak and silver eagle helmet making him look tall and strong, and his tone of voice was infectious.

However, the shadow of the gray was unmoved. He even walked to the most prominent place, but no archers could take aim at him again.

"Prime Minister, I am the one who has risen from the dead, a firemancer who has been beheaded and burned to ashes by the Council of the Emperor, the Queen Mother, and King Liepont. Odin replied, his voice low and calm, but very penetrating, and the former prime minister under the city walls could hear it clearly.

"I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed in your judgment. The traitors can do miracles, and the Imperial army will be wiped out, so be prepared to lose your life. The Grey-robed Warlock said as he looked down at the advancing infantry. Order the nearby civilian casters to prepare for a second attack.

"It's a pity, your army will come to an end in terror and helplessness. The warlock raised his robe and pointed straight at the Imperial flank.

Elio felt a chill in his heart - it was too much like the criminals fighting in the lion cage, the warlocks unleashing fireworks in the palace at Midsummer, the courtiers in the council chamber mocking the rulers, the prisoners shouting vengeance by the sun fountain - exactly the same as the gray shadow standing in the middle of the city wall!

The dead are truly resurrected!

For a moment, he even felt that the warlock was pointing directly at him, and the terrible spell was about to burn him to ashes. He almost lost control and tried to hide in the opposite direction.

The Imperial Prime Minister ordered loudly: "Ask for reinforcements from the Sacred Domain Army! They are traitors! As long as you kill them, you can successfully attack the city!"

The herald hurriedly rode his horse and galloped to report to the Sanctuary Army, who were standing at the rear of the army.

"Cover me! they're going to attack me!" Elio ordered his lieutenant to cover him as he quickly withdrew from the front of the army.

However, Elio's estimation was wrong - it was not him who Odin was asking to attack, but the cavalry behind him. When the former prime minister turned his horse's head to dodge, he only heard countless explosions behind him.

He trembled, only to see the scarlet fire rain in the air whistling by, landing at the front of the cavalry!

The flames exploded between the heavily armored cavalry who had been ordered to charge, and the tongues of fire rolled towards the steel armor and helmets of the warriors, and the temperature suddenly rose, and the soldiers wrapped in the armor were like raw meat in an iron pot, instantly scalded, and rolled down their horses with wails.

And the horses, burned by the flames, scurried around in panic and rampaged through the Imperial army, kicking over the infantry in the front row.

From a distance, it looked like countless red dahlias blooming on the flat ground, and the charging cavalry seemed to be scattered by a torrent of magma, countless horses bent their hooves in the tongue of fire, and the cavalry fell to the ground, unable to stand and flee for their lives by clumsy armor, and the fire burned to death.

In an instant, the cavalry vanguard became the prey of the flames, and the front of the flank troops became an impassable wall of fire.

The team behind first heard the title of the traitor, and then saw the hellish scene at the front of the battle line, and each commander had his own selfish intentions, and in order to avoid greater damage, he actually ordered his family's cavalry to withdraw to all sides!

The charging team, which was originally attacking at an acute angle, was defeated like a school of fish that had been scattered under the blow of Paliva City!

The commanders of the legion watched as the enemy on the walls unleashed their spells, but there was nothing they could do - the archers were almost completely incapacitated and now unarmed, ready to retreat to the rear. The infantry and siege engines were moving very slowly, and they were still very far from the city gates. And the Sanctuary Legion is still delayed.

If the cavalry collapsed, the battle would be lost without a fight. Until now, they don't even know the number of enemies, but they have suffered countless losses!

Suddenly, the Legion Commanders were full of complaints against the Prime Minister, who had deceived them into believing that it was an easy and easy task, but now they were all in a terrible quagmire, and victory was far away!

Elio angrily asks the Knights of the Stronghold to assemble and move forward, but the Clan Commanders pretend not to receive the order and quickly send the Knights of the Territory back.

The Imperial flank's offensive was completely halted, and they had nothing to do with the casters hiding behind the battlements except for the infantry to climb the walls and the siege vehicles to crash into the gates.

Finding that the casters' attacks were very effective, Odin raised his hand again: "Brothers, crush the enemy's cavalry in one fell swoop!"

As the order fell, the civilian soldiers gritted their teeth and invoked the Spirit Sea again, and they chanted the ancient imperial Chinese: "Fireworks!"

In an instant, countless flames pierced the sky, like a torrential rain, flying towards the rear of the Imperial Army! These terrible targets that the fireworks were about to devour had already passed over the forward troops and spread towards the center of the army. The fireball smashed to the ground like a meteorite, causing the flanks of the army, which had no intention of advancing, to wail!

The frightened Imperial cavalry was even more like a fried pot at this time, and they no longer cared about the order to charge and fled into the jungle!

"Long live Paliva! Follow Lord Larsen to the death!" the soldiers on the ramparts gasped and shouted. They knew that once the enemy breached the gates, they would face the fate of being captured and put to death.

Now that the war had just begun, they were exhausted by a force of nearly 10,000 men. Fear crept into the hearts of these civilians. They can only desperately overdraw their mental power in order to release more flames.

"Tyrant down!Expelling the Imperial Army!Long live Lord Larson!" The people shouted slogans over and over again, adding courage to themselves.

However, to the surprise of the civilian soldiers of Paliva, the Sanctuary Legion rushed to the front line after receiving the message, supporting the Imperial army, which had become a basin of scattered sand. They will be formidable enemies to the civilian spellcasters of Paliwa. (To be continued.) )