Jonah didn't know what the Pitchfork's companions were going through, he only knew that each artifact could open a Tower of Babel, and what happened on the tower was a gift from Lady Duran at the Black Cat Café to the companions." That's not a trial. Before stepping into the fog, he heard Madame Duran's voice, "It is an opportunity to face the fear of the heart, the fragility of matter, which only a strong soul can perish." Hopefully you'll all be really strong – don't forget the coffee and apple pie flavors. ”

What he saw was a mirror. The mirror hovered above the remnant tower "Tianxuan", playing a picture from a distant place, and the boy couldn't help but take a few steps closer, reaching out to brush away the fog on the surface of the mirror, making the picture clear. At first, there was no sound, and as the world in the mirror appeared, ten thousand voices appeared in his ears at once, and they were all too familiar to Jonah: the roar of a charge, the clatter of weapons, and the wails of the dying battlefield. Then 10,000 scents reached his nostrils, and they were all too familiar to Jonah: the breath of the battlefield woven by rotting corpses, blood, gunsmoke, and the flames of war. A drop of warm liquid splashed on the back of his hand, and the boy slowly withdrew his right hand, watching the drop of blood slide down the tiger's mouth, and when he looked up, the bloodied man in the mirror had been crushed into the earth by the iron hooves of the cavalry, it was a pink earth, a bright red mud soaked in blood, frozen by the cold wind, and crushed by the boots.

"Is this ......" The astrologer stared wide-eyed at the city in the mirror, a strange city, eighty yards high with walls tangled in dark brown trees and vines, and there was not a single straight line in the whole city, and ancient plants tougher than steel were woven into a large city with intricate lines and incomparably majestic. “...... The legendary Tree City of Iryan?"

There is no such tree city except for Erien. Legend has it that in the era when the elves ruled the northern continent, every spring season, this 60,000-acre city would produce thousands of flowers of different colors, and every plant that made up the city wall was rooted in the elven temple to absorb the fountain of life in the center of the city as nutrients, even after a long time, it was still vibrant. But in the Great War of the Century, which destroyed the Northern Continent, the earth was in turmoil, the cold winter came, and as the fountain of life dried up, the tree city of Erion died, and the corpses of those ancient plants gradually dried up and shrunk, closing all the eleven gates, and wrapping the city tightly like eggs in a bird's nest. As the plant's root system decays, the tree city of Irion sinks into the ice field, turning into a sleeping walnut in the earth's mantle.

In the mirror, Irion is at the bottom of a large cone-shaped crater, and it is clear that someone has excavated the ice field with immense force, so that the ruins of Tree City are reexposed to the ground. The submarine ship "St. Jonah" capsized on the edge of the crater in an awkward position, billowing smoke, and the huge battleship looked like a small toy discarded outside the house.

A blizzard is approaching, the sloping surface of the crater is covered with snow, and countless humans and magical creatures are fighting each other under the silent ruins of the tree city of Aryon. Each heap of snow represents a corpse, and the undulating snow field does not know how many ghosts are buried;"Our Almighty Lord, blood-red thirty-six-winged angels, please listen to the pleas of the faithful, give the dead the right to live again, and immortalize the living...... In the sound of neat chanting, the ten red-robed priests pierced their chests with the short swords of the cross in their hands, and the blood soaked the canon, and the corpse fell to the snow, awakening the low resonance of the Cursed Land of Yagu. "Poof!" a bloodied hand burst through the snowdrift and stretched into the sky, and the soldier whose head had been bitten off staggered to his feet, his exposed brain covered with blue frost and his eyes filled with snow, he staggered forward, passing the snowy tomb of another warrior, which was also slowly rising, revealing the majestic body of the werewolf warrior, the back of which was densely pierced with arrows, and the fanged mouth still had human skin and bones.

"Such a war ......" Jonah's throat felt so heavy and oppressive that he couldn't make a normal sound. I don't know how long the war has been going on, and I can't see the obvious dividing line between the two hostile sides, but the boy can judge the direction of the battle from the direction of the Yagu resurrection, and the alliance led by the president of the Astrologer Guild Bailang Arivia, the president of the Bachelor of Mathematics Association Zhu Mo Qingshan, the supreme administrator of the Ebenezer Republic in the Western Continent, Ipsilon Kawacrocodile, the emperor of the Tocharian Empire of Nandalu and others is retreating, and the alliance army gathered under the tree city of Erion has at least 8,000 people, except for the submarines" In addition to the elite troops on St. Jonah, the reinforcements from the continents, there were also dwarves, cyclops and elves in the team, apparently the magical creatures scattered all over the northern continent gathered because of this great war, and after a thousand years to join the alliance led by humans again, the figure of a giant dragon flickered in the sky, and the brass dragon sent by the black dragon lord Obersolom roared in the blizzard, and kept harvesting the lives of large areas of enemies with metal dragon language magic. In the future, the Qin Empire's Jinge Cavalry, the Zawi Empire's Dixing Dragoon Legion, the Magicians' Guild's Battle Casting Regiment, the Anglican Priest's Regiment and the Vedic Esoteric Monk Regiment formed a powerful ground force.

However, this is not the whole protagonist of the battlefield, as there is an area on the west side of the city of Erion that is littered with the corpses of the dead, creating a dead vacuum, where hundreds of soldiers stand on the walls of Erien, killing every enemy who tries to approach with their mighty bows and arrows, regardless of which side they belong to. From their human-like appearance, sharp ears, green eyes, and superb archery skills, it can be seen that this is the Northern Elves, the former rulers of the Northern Continent. As Jonah's mind moved, the image in the mirror continued to zoom in, and he could see that each of these northern elf archers was wounded and bleeding, their fingers were cut by the bowstring, and many of them fell in the cracks of the tree wall, gradually buried by the wind and snow. "This is our city!" shouted a female elf wearing a crown of thorns, and fired two arrows, one red and one blue, drawing a circle with a diameter of hundreds of yards on the snowfield, bursting into violent ripples, slaughtering all enemies in range, this is the elven secret arrow Two-Headed Snake that Little Grasshopper once used, and the same archery technique has increased the power of her hands more than five times. "Tree City Erion will not allow you heretics to defile you, even if you fight to the last man, Vera Vegis of the Blue Bird Kingdom will not let you take a step into Erien!" she shouted bitterly, and she pulled out the silver carved longbow again, dripping the blood from her wrist into the bow, leading to a blood-colored arrow.

"Boom Boom ......Boom" suddenly the picture shook violently, the heavens and the earth became extremely dark, and a huge meteorite slowly broke through the blizzard and fell down, and the scorching dark red light illuminated countless frightened eyes. "Whoa...... "Whoa" The brass dragon let out a long dragon groan, its golden body kept moving through the clouds, rushing straight towards the fire meteorite, it opened its mouth and chanted dragon magic as hard as iron, every word was like a giant hammer hitting a meteorite, "Boom, boom, boom!" Each collision caused an overwhelming storm, snow and fire mixed with flying, the meteorite finally shattered, turning into pieces of different sizes and falling down, the sky was covered with a long red trail of smoke, "Boom!" A splinter struck the earth and turned into a dark brown cloud that evaporated, and the shockwave blew up a ten-yard-high cloud of ice and snow, sending hundreds of corpses into the air and shattering into charcoal in the blink of an eye.

The brass dragon that had overdrawn its spiritual power let out a long roar, falling towards the sky with clouds and mist, and a larger fragment roared and fell towards the tree city of Arian, "Secret Arrow, Piercing Iron, salvo!" The queen of the Northern Elf Blue Bird Kingdom raised her bow and aimed at the sky to give a command, the bowstring flicked intensively, and hundreds of high-speed rotating arrows were launched vertically, turning into a sharp tornado that pierced the heavens and the earth. The fragments ......of the meteorite were pierced by secret arrows, and once again turned into dozens of pieces of rubble and fell, each with a crimson flame, boiling the snow into a boiling sea before it could reach the ground.

"Boom!" the largest fragment of the meteorite finally hit the tree city of Erien, and the ruins of the ancient city trembled in the rain of fire, and black smoke billowed in all directions. The rain of fire from the Shattered Meteor swept across the battlefield, inflicting heavy casualties on both sides of the war, but taking advantage of this opportunity, the Arian Alliance retreated some distance, and a man in golden armor appeared in front of the battle, raising a heavy scepter and sweeping the ground, "stabbing lalala......" A deep ravine was dug into the frozen earth. The resurrectants who rushed to the front fell into the trench one after another, and the red-robed priest who was manipulating in the rear immediately controlled the corpses to regroup, "Seven crystals...... Rainbow Bridge!" At this time, the young ninth-level astrology master suddenly raised his staff and built a bridge made of colorful crystals over the ravine. The crowd of resurrected people immediately crowded onto the Rainbow Bridge and charged the Irion Alliance position once more, the warriors retreating rapidly, revealing twelve massive steam golems in the crowd, battleballs wielded by the pink-hatted dwarves neatly raised their arms and aimed at their enemies with rotating multi-barreled muskets, 16-inch cannons, and flamethrowers suspended from their arms.

Behind the twelve "jerboa" combat machines of the "Reserve ......" stood a huge black puppet, the battle puppet "Fire Worshipper", the highest scientific and technological crystallization of Ecbatana in the volcanic country, raised his right arm, and the president of the Steam Puppet Warlock Guild Pictor sat in the cockpit of the "Fire Worshipper", he was bare-assed, wearing a high powder hat on his head, and he was gulping sparkling sweet wine, while shouting: " In the name of Lord Jonah, Baron of Ecbatana, the only staff-bearing attendant, I, Dictor Roncodo Pictor declare the lifting of the Senate's arms ban and the victory of this damned bastard war...... Hit me hard!"

"Long live Lord Jonah!"

The steam puppet machinery was running at high speed, dozens of snow-white steam sprayed into the sky, and "boom, boom boom ......" sprayed with the torrent of projectiles, and the claws of the combat machinery sank deep into the soft snow, and the flames reflected half of the sky. In just a few seconds, tens of thousands of pounds of projectiles, explosives, and oil poured out, and the Rainbow Bridge turned into a living hell in the blink of an eye, and the entire battlefield was swept away by iron and fire.

A fragment of a fire meteor fell, and the "Fire Worshipper" stretched out his arm fearlessly, "Bang!" The boulder was smashed with both fists, and the horny battle puppet strode forward unscathed, the puppet designed for the extremely high temperature of the lake of Ecbatana didn't care about the flames on its body, "Forward!" As it paced, the mechanical forces of the Volcanic Nation began to move forward, and the pace of steel shook the ice field.

"Mr. Koshava!" Jonah shouted at a glance at a familiar silhouette in the crowd, "This is not right! The prophecy tells us that we cannot enter the city of Erion from the outside, and we must find its true entrance!

“...... Did you hear anything, old ghost?" the seventh-level astrologer Koshavar spat at the blood foam in his mouth and glanced back.

"You're deaf, old fellow!" laughed Seth Battheion, a ninth-level astrologer, and with a scepter he unleashed a moon phase star array, shattering the enemy's fireball magic volley.

"I'm not as old as you!" Koshawar shook his head, swinging his staff and charging at the enemy on the other side. Those frozen enemies were their comrades a moment ago.