Ulorius tilted his head slightly, his pale eyes reflecting an illusory silver river, and he looked into the distance of the tsunami, but quickly closed his eyes with a stinging pain.

If you look at it any longer, it won't be tears, it's blood.

The lark sat on Ulorius's shoulder, as if he knew what the silver-haired serpent was peeking on, and Zoya whispered, "Dariberg will be fine." ”

Everything has long been predestined, what is written will become a reality, and the tributaries of fate will converge in the same place towards his inevitable success.

What Ulorius couldn't see, Zoya saw in the morning, he was originally the eye of fate.

Ulorius reopened his eyes and set his gaze on the battlefield.

He and Zoya were not on the shore, but high in the sky, a better position to see the entire coastline, including the alarmed guards of the elves and the royal stalkers who united the war legions.

The dark clouds rolled around him, and when the thunder light was drawn, he wanted to shatter the dreadnoughts who were close to him, but every time he rubbed the edge of his white linen robe, there was a slight deviation, and he tilted to the side with a slight probability.

There was a pale glow floating in Zoya's eyes: "They can delay a little longer, it won't be long." ”

Ulorius nodded slightly: "Everything is as the Lord wants." ”

In the well-known script, the loss of control of the Giant King Ormir, in addition to the insidious methods of the "Nightmare Dragon", there are additional existences, which are likely to be related to the clues of the mastermind behind the scenes - two elves who collapsed because they witnessed the Giant King lose control and finally died in the court of the Giant King, as well as the suspicion of the "Beauty God" Ornia.

The latter's trail is evidence provided by the "Harvest Goddess" Omibela, the beloved queen of the Giants, who rightfully believed in him, and the long-standing enmity with the elves made them have no doubt about it.

As for the truth here, little by little it sank into the anger of hatred and was buried in the ashes.

The "God of Dawn" Badheil was also indignant about this, and in front of the people of his own race, he showed his grief and pain, and agreed to unite with the "Sun God" and let the royal court's hunters go together to crusade against the "insidious and cunning betrayers".

So now, in addition to paying attention to the war legions, Ulorius also dedicates a part of his attention to the other, more conspicuous and large team.

In fact, the giants are the main force of this front, and the war legion is a surprise army, with the help of the "Star Radiance", it can change the location at any time and cooperate with the team of the giants to fight.

Soon, Ulorius "sees" another hidden crisis, and he contacts Medici through "heart-to-heart communication" and delivers the relevant news:

"I foresee a large number of sea monsters, and there is a good chance that the royal court stalkers will be led into traps, and you need to slow down...... Relay the message. ”

When necessary, Ulorius could convey exactly what he saw, but most of it was limited to "what came to mind", and if he wanted to say it, it would take him more time to organize the language.

Medici's swearing response came back from the "telepathy", and Ulorius selectively didn't hear it.

The main force to withstand the attack of the elves is still the giants.

The remaining survivors of the Royal Court Hunters all took the initiative to participate in this battle, because they couldn't find the culprit Nightmare Dragon, so they vented their pain on the elves, old hatred and new hatred, causing the giants' attack to be extremely fierce.

The elves naturally also hated these "stones that betrayed their allies", and these proud creatures could not bear to be invaded by someone first, which was simply an insult to them.

Even though the elves fought in the shallow sea, their advantage today was very limited, because it was the "God of Dawn" Badhair who led the royal court's pursuers, who had taken a posture of acting for revenge in front of the giants, and naturally had to show accordingly.

The elves lacked more effective countermeasures, and in the past small-scale contact battles, the two sides had never appeared from the god-level existence, which had almost become the default rule in their hearts.

And now, the almost complete ferocious attack of the giants, as well as the appearance of the "God of Dawn" on the battlefield, made these elves feel angry, and even gave birth to some sense of despair.

And the human army, which can quickly move positions almost completely without time, wears the elves even more.

The lead procession was surrounded by light in the singing of prayers, and the black armor of these warriors burned with flames, like walking humanoid coals, and just near the surface of the water, they would set off a faint burst of water vapor due to the high temperature on their bodies.

Flame? This was supposed to be the most disdainful force for the elves, but there were more enemies in this team that they hadn't touched.

Unlike the straightforward reckless slashing of the Giants, the rules around that team were constantly being twisted and ordered, and wherever the war legion went, there were traces of the subversion of laws and order.

So the "hunters" have a stronger "home" advantage, and the elves feel strange to the sea for the first time - their intimacy with the sea is now a kind of broken gap, and the flames of the other party are no longer afraid of the sea, but they will be left with burning pain and scorch marks because of the explosion of flames.

Schools of blazing-white spears, like barracudas, flipped deep below the surface of the sea, blasting only small patches of waves above the surface, but erupting into even more violent turbulence at the bottom, forming a dangerous and powerful vortex.

Such a sudden attack can easily shock the unfamiliar elves to the point of stupor, and then they will wake up from the sharp pain in their chest and abdomen, and try their best to harness the current to drag these foreign enemies.

However, when the elves tried to surround the human squad, they would arrogantly step into the encirclement of the other party, and then disappear in their original position, appearing near another battle line, often echoing the giant's position.

The two teams will then briefly join forces and flank a specific group of elves, completely depriving them of the possibility of retreating.

The situation changed rapidly, but the initiative was firmly grasped by the War Corps, and under the detection of Ulorius's fate, every attack, siege and counterattack of Medici broke the temporary strategy of the elves.

Spots of light that were as yellow as the dawn slashed and swung with the greatsword spilled out from Badhair's body, inexorably destroying the elves' garrison in the shallow sea.

So these elves, who had coexisted with the sea for a long time, began to call for the sea monsters who surrendered to the elven king, and prepared to give them a fierce enough counterattack when the giants recklessly followed.

Medici's message was relayed to a member of the War Legion who was following the court's pursuers through "telepathy".

Badher's heart was very disdainful of such cautious instructions, but he knew that these mythical creatures who followed the "Sun God" each had special abilities, so he suppressed the impatience in his heart, and followed the guidance of the "Mercury Serpent" well, and slowed down his progress.

As the battle progressed deeper into the ocean, closer to the stranger areas of the giants, Ulorius's snooping into the outcome of the victory became more critical.

In the past, this kind of situation happened more often in the camp of the elves, and the "god of luck" used to guide them in this way, but today, this good fortune is gone.

Perhaps it was out of a special sense of fate, or maybe it was just a wonderful good fortune that quietly inspired the "God of Luck", and anyway, when the "God of Beauty" Ornia found an excuse to leave the waters of Sunia, the "God of Luck" also left with him.

Urorius didn't care too much about this, he only cared about the tasks that the Lord had given him to the War Legion.

Although Ulorius could not "see" the situation on the other side of the battlefield, Zoya, who was sitting in Ulorius, never looked away, he looked at the waves that almost rushed to the sky in the distance, and whispered: "It's over." ”

Ulorius' spiritual instincts were also sensitive, almost in no particular order, and he and Zoya whispered at the same time, "It's almost over......"

Under their gaze, a frenzied tsunami erupted beyond the water, and the entire ocean roared, and the sea seemed to rise wildly, and in an instant it had flooded several villages that had been located on the coast.

Without hesitation, Ulorius took on the form of a mythical creature among the dark clouds high in the sky.

The huge scaleless white snake coiled its body, and the dense symbols were scattered along the intricate pattern of the wheel, intertwined and overlapped, like a chain of past, present and future, and the illusory silver river swirled around the giant serpent.

The bright red eyes turned calmly, and as the silver-white serpent opened its abyssal mouth, the lark flapped its wings and flew into it.

The serpent closed its mouth, a pale pale gold covering its eyes, and the next moment, the light quickly spread to every part of the white serpent's body.

The illusory silver river almost turned into substance, dispelling the dark clouds of thunder and light nearby.

The texture of the wheel, which was originally relatively static, was stimulated by the essence of "fate", and slowly rotated, like a wheel waiting for bets and settlements, and like a waterwheel that scooped the long river of fate and made it accumulate strength.

The long white serpent turned its head and bit its tail, forming a complete ring, and the shadow fell to the shore below.

"Reboot"!

The raging waves receded into the deep blue, leaving the range guarded by the Silver Ring.

The position of Ulorius was the retreat of the war legion.

The shore was instantly restored to its original state, and the destroyed buildings, the creatures washed away by the waves, all returned to where they were moments ago, and they were in shock, not understanding what had just happened.

At the same moment, a thunderclap exploded in the sky, and a terrible roar was heard, and both humans, giants, and elves could not help but tremble.

Everyone saw the rising sun.

The members of the War Legion, who have hands to spare, have drawn crosses in their hearts:

"Praise the Lord!"