When the High Elves' ground attack was about to be disintegrated, Calanhill finally struck.

However, he did not personally attack the fortress of Mochizuki City, because judging from the enemy's preparations, he had already expected that even if he attacked himself, he would not achieve his goal.

At this point, he had to admit that the multinational coalition was more prepared than his own, and the outcome of this war was no longer something that could be reversed by one or two legendary powerhouses, even if he shot directly, the other party would definitely have countermeasures.

But he alone is powerless, not equal to a group of legends who are powerless.

He looked into the air, where the Elf King and his allies were still fighting to the death, but it was comforting to know that while the enemy had the advantage in numbers, it was the High Elves who were gaining the upper hand in the battle.

If you can support the moment when the elven powerhouses in the air defeat the enemy, even if you still can't win this war, it will not be difficult to retreat with dignity.

This war is already difficult to ride a tiger, the troops of the multinational coalition have poured out of the fortress to take the initiative to attack the High Elves, without a strong stopping force, it cannot be interrupted at all, and the ground battle launched by the High Elves will be overwhelmed by the torrent of muskets, even if the elves inflict more damage on the enemy, it is useless, because the enemy does not care about this from the beginning.

But if you can support victory in the air, you can use the power of many legendary powerhouses to turn the tide of the ground battle, and at worst, you can maintain a decent retreat. Retreating doesn't mean losing the entire campaign, as long as he can save his vitality, Caranhill vows to make a comeback. Elves also have powerful allies like dragons and treants. Especially the dragons.

Come to think of it. Calanhill couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he still underestimated the enemy, otherwise if this battle had been more secure, and when Oliver persuaded the dragons to join the war, and then launched it together, this war would not have ended up in such a dilemma as it is now.

Calanhill landed in the center of the elf, and he waved his hands and chanted the elven language, and the majestic power of the atmosphere appeared. The power of the magic followed his spell to the many High Elf warriors around him, conjuring up the silver wings of light that Feernor had used to fight for the last time.

This is the flying technique of elven magic, and to be precise, the flying technique of the group.

Flying is a seventh-order spell, while group flying is a higher rank and can already be included in the ninth-order magic.

Dozens of High Elves vibrated their silver wings with delight and found themselves rising into the air.

"Go, stop the enemy's attack, and be sure to support the other Great Elf Kings to destroy the enemy in the air. Karanhill said in a deep voice.

After saying that, he performed a group flight technique, which allowed a group of High Elves to rise into the air.

After Calanhill's continuous spell casting, the elven mages also began to cast spells as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Of course, none of them can perform group flying as easily as Caranhill, but as long as they can reach the level of a high-level mage, they will have no problem performing flying on themselves. Among them, the elven mages who have reached the quasi-legendary level can perform group flight magic, but the number of spells that can be cast is not as large as that of Calanhil. In addition, their mana has been consumed too much just now, and the number of spells they can cast is greatly limited, even if they have taken alchemy potions, but the potions can only help speed up the recovery of mana.

A pair of silver wings of light flashed in the air, and the elven archers or magicians blessed by the elven flying technique rose into the air and flew to a considerable height in the air, probably exceeding the range of the musket, and those who could also cast magic would cast spells downward, and the elemental magic bloomed in the air one after another, falling like fireworks;

Almost all of the elves regretted that they shouldn't have spent a lot of mana on counter and sneak attacks on the opponent's fortress defenses, and that it would be better to fight like this.

Because on the ground, there are too many enemies, and when pushed over, the High Elves will either retreat and stretch the distance, but the army will be shaken, and the morale will be affected, and the so-called defeat is like a mountain, and the pride of the High Elves will of course refuse; or they can only attack head-on, as they do now, and hovering in the air can not only maintain just the right distance, and there is no force to retreat at all, but they can kill and damage the enemy without any worries.

The number of liftoffs was limited now, and despite Calanhill's incantations, it only blessed hundreds of High Elves with flying skills, which was a drop in the bucket compared to the enemies that poured out of the fortress of Mochizuki City.

However, Calanhill and the elven mages did not give up, and continued to cast spells, because their purpose was to hold on until the Great Elven Kings had won the victory and support the ground, so as to regain the initiative on the battlefield.

"Calebone, we need your help!" Calanhill shouted in a loud voice.

At his voice, a white figure with a hint of silver rushed out of the valley far from the battlefield, it was a snow-white unicorn.

Silverhorn Kellybone, leader of the Holy Unicorn Clan.

"My old friend, let's fight side by side again. Calebone roared, and behind him, a series of white unicorns appeared.

Sacred unicorns, sixth-order creatures, the strength of their bodies is secondary, and their spiral horns can radiate electric rays with spell-like effects, when these nearly 10,000 unicorns rampage into the troops of the multinational alliance, it is like cutting off the river, making the entire offensive of the multinational alliance force stagnant.

The sharp horns of these sacred unicorns lit up with lightning, and then arcs of lightning shot out, jumping between enemies, and when many unicorns were released together, they suddenly turned into a sea of lightning.

This is a unicorn's innate ability, and each attack is equivalent to a chain of lightning magic.

And the casting speed is not like the high elves who also need to chant spells, although the nature is single, but the speed of this kind of spell effect is not only faster than the chant of the high elves, but also even the magicians who use the spell model can't compare, and after each lightning jump, although the lethality will be much weaker, but when a group of unicorns radiate a chain of lightning together, the power is not willing to stay in it even if it is a legend, not to mention that it is not just a group now.

Black Rock Dwarves, Fadel People. Even the troops composed of native soldiers from Asturias and Titania couldn't help but suffer heavy casualties when they encountered this large-scale serial lightning sea.

Karanhill breathed a sigh of relief. Even with the help of unicorns. He was still not sure of winning, but he just wanted to buy more time and support the victory in the air, and when the time came, coupled with the cooperation of the Holy Unicorn, the High Elves, and the Centaur Clan to counterattack, maybe the result would be more than a decent retreat.

The sudden appearance of the unicorn interrupted the attack of the musket troops, and gave the High Elves time to buffer.

The High Elves who had risen into the air continued to provide support in the air, supporting the unicorns in slowing down their opponents' attacks, and the unicorns remained united. It does not linger, but like a sharp spear, it first crosses everything, and then stabs straight in, trying to use this sharp energy to cut the enemy to pieces.

The High Elves, who had been frustrated in front of the fortress and then retreated by the swarm of musketeers, also relieved themselves and reformed the array defense.

The Multinational Coalition was thrown into disarray by the unicorns, especially the Black Rock Dwarves, who were terrified of the leaping lightning.

The rhythm of the attack was disrupted at once, and the coalition forces were pouring out of the fortress in a steady stream, after being charged by the unicorns. The minions behind panicked, forming a blockage.

Fortunately, the cannons of the fortress and the guns of the ships moored in the harbor were still roaring. Draw a line of death for the High Elves.

Solomon couldn't help frowning when he saw this scene, the cannon fodder troops composed of the Black Rock Dwarves and Fadel were of course far inferior to the formally trained native army, and the purpose of using them was originally to consume the High Elves.

Considering their weakness, Asturias decided to use the fortress to consume the elves' sharpness first, and then let the cannon fodder attack, so that they could fight a half-tailwind battle instead of a storm, otherwise it might be counterproductive.

Originally, everything was going well, but the unicorn suddenly stepped in and disrupted the pace.

"Looks like it needs to be used. "Perseus said, Solomon looked at the battle in the air, his own legendary powerhouse was also inferior when resisting the elven powerhouse, fortunately they cooperated closely with each other, like Iannis's natural ability played a huge role, so that they could always remain undefeated.

The men blocking the entrance to the fortress were forcibly separated, and a force crossed the crowd.

They wore white armor, but the armor did not feel heavy at all, and this armor was an improvement on the magic armor of the Modo White Feather Army.

They also held weapons similar in appearance to muskets, but with distinct differences.

Thousands of them, they rushed out, weapons in their hands, and aimed at the unicorns that were on the rampage.

From the muzzle of their guns shot black rays, weakening rays.

Then they skillfully reloaded the magic magazine with the source gun in their opponent, and the second and third rays were shot out one after another.

Weakness, negative energy, frost, exhaustion, sluggishness, dimness, weariness, poisoning, phantoms, armor-piercing, and other negative effects of the aura almost covered the unicorns' bodies.

The Holy Unicorn can be called Holy, and they have a very high resistance to negative spells, but now the effects of the opponent's negative spells are also applied to them as if they were not dead.

Under the influence of this madness, even with the unicorn's anti-magic ability, it can't be resisted.

As soon as the unicorns' abilities decreased, not only did their attacks on the musket units in front of them slow down and weaken, but more importantly, the damage of the muskets to them increased, and the fortress artillery also took the opportunity to turn around and bombard them who were delayed.

The unicorn's physical fitness makes its own defense quite terrifying, although it is not as perverted as the Orephens, but it can also be called thick skin and thick meat, plus the speed is extremely fast, the dwarves can't let them go with a few shots in a row, and in turn they are messed up by the collision and chain lightning.

The unicorns were frustrated, and the chaotic musket troops finally had time to break away from them and shoot from a distance.

Roars and wails were heard from the herd, and the weakened unicorns fell one after the other as they fell headlong after the muskets and cannons.

At that moment, a unicorn with silver threaded horns rushed to the front, and the horns emitted swirling lights, forming something like a force field to shield his people from artillery fire.

Silverhorn Calebone looked at the battle and decisively led the unicorns towards the new White Feather Army armed with the Source Gun, he could already see that it was these people who were causing them trouble, and they had to kill this strange unit.

The soldiers also came to their senses and baptized the charging unicorn with muskets, but under the leadership of the leader, the unicorn was not afraid of death, although there were partners in the process of charging, but no unicorn stopped, and at the front of the team was Calebone, as the king of unicorns, he has legendary strength, and the natural ability is not only to radiate chain lightning, but now the energy protection force field is also one of them.

He used this innate ability to protect more people, even without this energy force field, not only the musket bullets had no effect on him, but even the cannonballs hit him and were bounced away, and even the various negative effects used by the New White Feather Army like splashing water had no effect on him at all.

He ran and stared at the enemies armed with source guns at the mouth of the fortress, and he was going to tear these hateful invaders to shreds with his people, and even rush into the fortress to kill them if he could.

Then, he saw that these shooters who were using the Source Force Gun put away the Source Force Gun in their hands that could use different magic effects, and then replaced it with a second Source Force Gun.

Thousands of guns were pointed at the unicorns that rushed towards them, and green light shot out of the source guns.

Silver Calebone bore the brunt of the attack, and at least hundreds of rays of light from the dissociation technique hit his energy protection force field, and it only took a moment for the force field to collapse.

More dissociation struck Kelleboone, and the powerful silver horn stopped as if solidified, then changed dramatically in less than a blink of an eye.

The unicorns behind him felt like they were about to crash into the leader who had suddenly stopped, but the moment they did, they suddenly saw the silverhorn Calebone turn into countless tiny pieces.

The debris continued to decompose, turning into finer detritus, which in turn broke down into countless dusts.

Silverhorn Kelleboone died in front of their people, becoming the first Legendary-level creature to fall in this war. (To be continued.) )