The Wusu River stretches as far as the eye can see and is nearly five thousand meters wide. It can be said to be as wide as the sea. Wusu means powerful, fierce and terrifying in the local language.
This river lives up to expectations. There are rapids hidden everywhere in the river, and all kinds of ferocious predatory fish live in it, creating the most terrifying natural chasm.
It was this river that helped the Kingdom of Holy Helm block the offensive of the Dark Legion.
To the west of the Wusu River is the camp of the Dark Legion, and to the east is the military camp of the Kingdom of Holy Helm. The two sides face each other across the river.
On the east bank of the river, there is a highland near the river where the magician is stationed. It is called the magic highland. There is a magic post on the highland near the river, which is manned by magicians in turns to monitor the entire river to prevent sneak attacks by demons.
"Hey, young man, have you heard? The superiors said that there will be a legion commander coming today, a six-star magician." At the top of the tower, an old magician with gray hair spoke. He was sitting on a chair, looking into the distance.
of the river.
"Oh, after so many days of bad luck, this is the best news. It's a pity that none of my friends can see this day." Another person said, he was wearing black-rimmed crystal glasses, his face was full of loneliness. He
It's Orlando. He graduated from the academy one year ago. He is twenty years old and is now a four-star magician.
"I wonder who will come over? Dean Hoffman? Lord Archon?" the old magician guessed.
These two are the only six-star magicians left in the Sky City, while the legendary magician Eldrin has been at large and has not been heard from. No one has any hope for this city lord.
"There should be no one else. It's really difficult for them. They are so old and have to go to the battlefield in person." Orlando sighed.
"Oh, the situation is so bad." The old magician also sighed. He was already in his fifties and his energy was already a little weak. In previous years, he should have been retiring in the mage tower, but now he is also on the battlefield.
Work hard.
The older a magician is, the higher their magic level is, and the more experience they have, but this does not mean that their combat ability is stronger.
When people are old, their energy and thinking speed are not as good as those of young people. In a place like the battlefield where the situation changes rapidly, it is easy for an old magician to be unable to keep up.
On the battlefield, middle-aged magicians are the absolute main force. They are in their prime, have rich experience, and are physically strong enough.
The two of them were chatting away, and suddenly Orlando fell silent and listened.
"What's wrong?"
"It's the sound of bells. Did you hear it? A very special melody, getting closer and closer." Orlando said softly.
The sound of the bell is not loud, but very clear. It easily breaks through the fog lingering on the river bank and spreads in all directions.
After a while, the old magician also heard it. After listening carefully for a while, his face suddenly became excited, and he stood up and said: "This is the regiment commander's carriage, I know. The melody of the bells is the famous song "Walking in the Clouds".
I know it!"
Two years ago, after the death of the six-star magician Evan, the leader of the Battle Mage Group in Sky City has been vacant. This melody has disappeared since then. Now that he suddenly heard it, the old magician actually had an illusion that he felt like he was in another world.
I feel like there is a fire stirring in my heart.
The commanders of the magic legions in the past may not be the highest in the Sky City in terms of magic level, but he must be the magician with the strongest combat ability. He is the master of magic on the battlefield. He is the nightmare of the Dark Legion and the battle magic of the Sky City.
The highest honor of a teacher!
Just as the song says, walking on the clouds, looking down at the world like a god.
The sound of the bell became more and more obvious. Not only the mages at the Magic Post heard it, but also the Kingdom's troops stationed below the Linjiang Highlands.
The marshal of the legion wearing iron-gray dragon armor is the Golden Dragon Knight Over. He participated in the Battle of Horseshoe Fortress two years ago. When he heard the sound, he said to the generals who were waiting in the camp: "Battle Mage Group"
The army commander has arrived, please follow me out to greet us."
He stood up and walked out of the tent first. The generals followed behind him and stood in a row, which looked very grand.
There are many legions in the human coalition, including knights, infantry, archers, etc., but these legions are ordinary legions, and their role in the outcome of the war is far less important than that of the battle mage regiment.
Naturally, the leader of the mage group also has a very high status, second only to the marshal of the legion, and he has freedom of action and is not subject to the control of the marshal. Besides, the marshal is a warrior and does not understand magic. He can't control the affairs of magicians even if he wants to.
Everyone waited for a while, and a gorgeous carriage pulled by four snow-white winged horses appeared in the sky.
The carriage circled in the sky, then slowly descended, and finally landed in the open space in front of the camp.
"I heard that the person here is a magician named Russell." A general knew something inside.
"Who is Russell? I've never heard of him."
"Stop talking, be quiet!" Over raised his hand to stop the discussion among his men.
After the carriage landed, the coachman hurriedly got out of the carriage, gently opened the carriage door, opened the tripod, and then stood aside respectfully.
In the expectant eyes of all the generals, a figure wearing a pure white magic robe with mithril silk came out. In his hand, he held the iconic staff of the commander of the magician army. It was pure white and was made of dragon claws.
An image of a fist holding a large blue magic gem.
He was indeed dressed like a legionnaire, but his stature and appearance looked a bit wrong. He was too young and too small, and people couldn't help but comment.
"Why does he look like a child?" Because Sun Ran was not wearing a mask.
"So thin, so thin, will Jiang Feng blow him away?" Sun Ran is not thin, but after all, he is only sixteen years old, and he is still fully grown. His height is only 1.7 meters, and he is with a group of big and tall people.
, the generals who can run horses on their arms are definitely incomparable.
Even Over, who had been notified by Sky City long ago, was full of doubts. He stepped forward and asked, "Are you Russell? The commander of the magic army sent by Sky City?"
Sun Ran nodded: "It's me. What, is there a problem?"
'Well, this look is quite mature, but I don't know if the level of magic is as powerful as Sky City said.' Over was worried: 'Even if the magic is powerful, the combat experience makes people feel unsure. Oh, forget it, forget it.
It's better than nothing.'
After some thought, Over nodded and said: "No problem."
"That's fine. Then where is my magician group?" Sun Ran asked.
"Up there." Over pointed to the high ground near the river.
"Okay. Then I won't disturb you all. The war is urgent, and I want to get to know my future subordinates." Sun Ran said.
"I'll go with you." Over said, he doubted that if the little guy was allowed to go there alone, the group of magicians would treat him as a troublemaker and drive him out... He was really too young.
"No need to bother." Sun Ran rejected the kindness of the marshal of the legion. He tapped the staff on the ground lightly, his magic power surged, and a flying winged horse outlined by lightning appeared out of thin air under him.
Sun Ran climbed on the horse's back, flapped its wings and flew towards the magic post near the river.
Seeing him walking away, the generals immediately started talking.
"Hmm~ This magical method is very brilliant, but I don't know how powerful it is in combat?"
"Xuan, Xuan! You are so young. Even if you are a genius, you may be good at using magic, but you may not be able to fight."
"I hope he won't wet his pants after seeing the blood."
These generals, who have been struggling in the mountains of blood and corpses on the battlefield all year round, simply do not believe in the abilities of a little baby.
On Magic Outpost.
The old magician saw a man in the military camp below riding a lightning Pegasus and flying straight towards this side. He knew that the legion commander was coming.
He turned to Orlando and said: "Look, the legion commander is here. He uses a level five Lightning Pegasus. Oh, it's really fast."
"I've seen it a long time ago, and everyone at the sentry has seen it. Look below, that guy Eddie brought everyone over to greet him."
Although they were a large group of people, there were actually only a dozen of them. The earlier grand scene of hundreds of battle magicians had long since disappeared in the battle at Horseshoe Fortress.
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Across the Wusu River, there is a dark military camp.
In the military tent, Dark Legion Marshal Avdiron received the news immediately.
"There is a new magic army leader? His name is Russell, a sixteen-year-old six-star magician? Haha~~~ It seems that there is no one in the Sky City, so they sent such a young genius here.
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Below Avertilon is the lich Fenisa, who was a fifth-level magician during his lifetime. Now his magic has improved a lot, and he is only one step away from being promoted to the sixth level. He also laughed, and a hoarse voice came from his chest: "
Sixteen years old, haha, good, good time, I just let him know what war is!"
"Don't underestimate the enemy." Avdiron smiled and said: "Maybe he really has two skills. I need to cross this big river as soon as possible. How are you preparing?"
"Almost. But now the other party has a six-star magician. Although he may not have enough experience, the destructive power of magic is still there. It is an unexpected factor. The best thing is to make him disappear."
"Yes. I will send the strongest phantom killer over tonight." Afo Dillon nodded: "A legion commander just sent by the human race was assassinated before he could stand firm. I don't know what those meat people will look like.
The expression, haha.”
"Of course I buried my head in the sand and pretended to be a desert ostrich." Finisa laughed.
