City of Tirappest.

Whenever the twilight was thick and the last ray of light in the sky was swallowed up by the shadows of the west, Silves would always appear at the corner of the city wall on time, waiting alone for the moment when the power of the shadows would rise again.

He enjoyed the silence and solitude until footsteps sounded behind him.

"My lord, I'm here. "The vice judge is more like a sassy soldier than a gloomy hunter.

"Lovito," Silves turned, glanced at him, and turned his gaze back to the southwest, "you see...... the light of the 'Holy White Tower' has long since dimmed. ”

"Yes, but it's more likely that the current owner of the White Tower is not on the tower. According to our intelligence, Inedil has led his army to occupy one-fifth of the outer territory of the Principality of Anlan, and is advancing at a very terrifying speed," Lovito reported in a low voice, "The Great Justice of Anlan has built a defensive line in the uplift of the southern road of the Cast Iron Mountains, and it is expected that they will begin to engage gradually in half a month. ”

"Half a month?" Silves muttered for a moment, "that means that in twenty-five days or so, Innedir's 'new army' and the Anlan defense army will be entangled in an entire defensive line, and they will no longer be able to get out easily." ”

"Yes, my lord," Lovito nodded slightly, "ten days is enough time for the two armies to spread their forces on the defensive line and attack and defend each other. ”

"If Anlan is going to maintain a long defensive line, then the attackers will have a big advantage, and they can concentrate a little or a few points to break through with all their might," Silves whispered, "If I'm going to trap Innedir's footsteps in the Duchy of Anlan, what do we need to do, Loveto?"

"Your Excellency has done a lot. Lovito smiled, "The mobile legions of the Snowton Empire have been mobilized to the east of the Iron Wall, and their assistance to Anlan will be delayed for at least a month, so that Innedil will not withdraw his troops too soon...... It's all there. It's all expected by adults. ”

"Yes, that's what I expected," Silves smiled slightly, the power of the shadows already rising around him, and it looked like a misty mist from afar, "So, Loveto, can you tell me how to make Inedil's army more completely trapped in the battle of the Duchy of Anlan?"

"This ......," Lovito muttered for a moment. He hesitated, "Let him go a little smoother, and then he will attack deeper and be slower when he wants to retreat?"

"Clever," Silves smiled appreciatively, "and now that you're telling me that Snowton can't send reinforcements, what kind of response did Anlan do? ”

"According to my intelligence, An Lan seems to have used a trick. "Snowton's troops were only a few thousand men. That's for sure. However, there have been three batches of reinforcements on Anlan's side, and I don't know where they came from, but this has greatly calmed the mood of the people. ”

"Really?" said Silves, chuckling, "what if we punctured this little illusion in the midst of a stalemate?"

"Then Innedil will definitely make significant progress on the Anlan battlefield," Lovito smiled and nodded. "My lord, I see what you mean. ”

"By that time, it's time for Innedir to see some real miracles. Silves snorted coldly and turned away, looking at the northern night sky. Clouds rolling.

Misty swamps.

The two carefully avoided a small group of ogre sentinels and sneaked into a sparse forest. These small trees with messy branches and leaves, densely packed with long thorns, are not fatal but can make people's skin tingle and unbearable, and ogres will hardly enter this kind of forest to search.

"Well," Illo whispered, tossing a piece of jerky over a piece of jerky, "eat something and regain your strength." ”

"Your cooking skills are as good as ever. Allegri took a bite and whispered praise.

If you just look at the pieces of meat, you can't tell that they come from disgusting bruce-spotted monitor lizards, and they taste quite normal, at least Allegri can swallow them smoothly. The food was all a reserve they had left over from when they were still on the outskirts of the swamp, and when they got closer, they didn't dare make too much noise.

The current Shiya tribe is no longer the scene it used to be. In such a short period of time, a large number of ogres gathered here, and it was a busy scene. The original crumbling stone mountain has long been leveled, and pieces of ashlar have been hewn out and neatly piled aside. In the center, the stone pedestal of a temple has taken shape.

"The 'King of Evil Spirits' really wants to rebuild a temple of souls?" Illo cautiously surveyed the surroundings.

"Does the temple do anything?" Allegri was puzzled by how quickly the Demon King had built the temple.

"Let's put it this way," Illo explained, "a temple is to a god what a magic tower is to a magician, and it can greatly increase the power of a god. The difference, however, is that the temple belongs exclusively to a single deity, and does not have a master change like a magic tower. ”

"That's right," Allegri nodded, "and if we can stop the creation of the Temple of Souls, will we also delay it?"

"Allegri, it seems that you have been looking for a way to inflict heavy damage on the 'King of Demons' without using the 'Thorn of Oblivion'," Illo glanced at him and said softly, "However, this is almost impossible, otherwise Lord Augustil would not have studied the 'Thorn of Oblivion'." ”

"I don't know how the 'Thorn of Oblivion' works?" Allegri asked.

"I don't know exactly how it works," Illo scratched his head, "You can imagine an extremely cohesive spirit body, but it is full of chaotic and manic energy inside. When attacking a spirit, it can directly pierce the protective shell, and then release a strong spiritual shock inside the spirit. That's pretty much it, but it's much more complicated than that. ”

"Can the energy of chaos and mania be condensed?" Allegri couldn't help but think of the problem he had been studying for the past few days, and after a long time he realized that this was not the time to think about that, and shook his head and asked.

"Yes, but it needs a kind of bondage, a homogeneous and deformed bondage," Illos thought, "it's something that is hard to describe, like a protective film that prevents the force in it from escaping, and this compression will make the manic force explode even more at the moment of release. ”

"I kind of get it," Allegri nodded, "So, what would the Thorn of Oblivion do to hurt you?"

"Because that force must pass through me before it can be ejected," Illo sighed, "I must first enter the 'Void Horizon' and maintain absolute calm and indifference in order to minimize the backlash I will receive. I had to create a hurricane-like spiritual vortex in my soul, bind it and infuse it into the arrows in order to successfully unleash the 'Thorn of Oblivion'. But even with the protection of the 'Void Vision', it will be difficult for me to avoid most of the damage before I reach the upper strength. ”

"Oh......" Allegri frowned and thought for a long time before looking up, "is there really no way to mitigate this backlash?"

"Perhaps," Illo said, spreading his hands, "I don't know much about it anyway. ”

The Half-Elf Ranger sat against a tree, his white bone bow "Soul Hunter" resting flat on his knees. The terrifying longbow stretched out gracefully curved, and several hideous bone spurs sprouted from its wings. He re-tightened his two quivers and placed them in the most convenient place to pick up the arrows, one of which was filled with his usual white feather arrows, and the other neatly inserted with a Mithril arrowhead.

"Wait a minute," Allegri next to him barely made out the light and commanded in a low voice, "the ogre doesn't show any signs of rioting yet, Ephrola shouldn't have come yet, and we still have time to rest." ”

Necro Wilderness, "Ironcast Gate".

The huge gate standing in the sky, surrounded by raging black and red flames, stands on the wilderness, and the scene is magnificent.

The huge portal was filled with a reddish film of light, and occasionally a team of demons walked through it, causing ripples one after another. They joined the phalanx in front of the giant gate one by one, arrogant and ready to go.

Around the "Iron Gate", a city is rapidly spreading outward. This fortress of steel and boulder protects the foundations of the demon legions, and they have built a strong steel fortress to protect the portal, with hideous barbs and thick walls to dispel the coveted hearts of all enemies.

At the same time, most of the high-level demons also stayed here to make sure that they were all right, and only sent mid- and low-level demons to form troops to rush to the front line to fight.

Magma overflowed, smoke filled the air, low-level demonic laborers mined ore, and the entire city was enveloped in the sound of clanging and thrashing.

Amosic appeared in his true form, lying on the vault of the "Iron Gate", and the white-veined black-robed mage suspended next to him was as inconspicuous as a speck of dust.

"Oh, what a great army," the guy known as the "Speaker" exclaimed, looking down on the city, "you have the strength to sweep the world, old dragon." ”

"Forget it, Speaker," Amosic's voice buzzed with a peculiar oscillating resonance, "across the continent, you're one of the last adversaries I'm willing to choose. ”

"No, no, we're not enemies," the "Speaker", suspended in the air, waved the white bone scepter in his hand, took a few steps back and forth, and chuckled,

"This time, we are allies fighting side by side. (To be continued......)

PS: (double change)