Amy stood up from the fire, smiling darkly, like an evil ghost running out of the deepest part of hell.
Duke Otto was so frightened that he took a few steps back. In panic, he grabbed a trembling soldier next to him and pushed him forward, shouting: "What are you doing standing still! Kill her! Kill her! Kill her."
!Go and kill her!"
Amy chuckled. The terrifying laughter stirred the flames and turned them into a fiery storm. Before the soldier could stand firm, the soldier and the armor on his body were burned together.
In the horrified eyes of everyone, Amy walked towards them step by step. With every step she took, her body swayed strangely, as if she was dancing a dance from hell.
--liberation.
——Killing.
——Burning.
——Everything, everything disappear for me!
Amy raised her hand. The fire all over her body suddenly stagnated and contracted, and then she pressed forward with an overwhelming force.
The flames rolled, sweeping over soldiers, cattle and sheep, and carts, until they disappeared on the horizon where heaven and earth meet.
The flames burned everything, leaving only a pile of charred objects that barely maintained their shape. A gust of wind blew by, and those charred objects turned into dust one after another, floating towards the clouds and the sky.
So, nothing was left behind.
Amy stared blankly ahead, doing nothing, thinking nothing, just waiting calmly for the flames on her body to rekindle. When the flames enveloped her again, she seemed to have suddenly come back to her soul, and she let out a series of
Laughing wildly!
"Don't panic! Everyone spread out!"
Duke Otto calmly gave the order. However, his subordinates were too frightened to move. Duke Otto slapped the soldier closest to him. The soldier was holding his breath until his face turned red and he was sweating.
The Duke twitched like this, and finally realized that he had just forgotten to breathe.
"What are you afraid of? It's just an 'elf' level protector! You are all warriors who have resisted Sigurd!"
Duke Otto shouted with a louder voice. These words not only inspired the soldiers, but also comforted himself - yes, there was only one person on the other side, and he was surrounded by him. Even the elf-level magician
, and finally when she is exhausted. This girl seems to have absolutely no skills in melee combat. Once exhausted, she will become a piece of fish on the chopping board.
"Spread out, don't gather together! Lure her into using magic on that scale! Be careful to avoid her fire! The archers keep harassing her! She will soon be exhausted!"
Under Duke Otto's series of orders, his soldiers began to move. Perhaps an elf-level magician is a difficult bone to crack, but as long as you have the consciousness to crack your front teeth, it will never be impossible to crack it.
Duke Otto tied the wound on his hand with cloth and threw his helmet aside. He wanted to go into battle lightly. As long as Amy showed any sign of exhaustion, he would pounce on her and kill her!
However, when Amy's dark gaze shot towards him, he still felt a sense of horror. He took a few steps quickly and changed his position slightly. This seemed to others to be just a normal move, but through these few steps, Otto
The Duke has inserted his position between Amy and the Pirate Kingdom's army. If Amy attacks as before, the Pirate Kingdom will suffer the most damage.
However, Amy seemed not to notice this, and stretched out her hand in the direction of Duke Otto. Duke Otto's heart suddenly rose to his throat - could this crazy woman be connected to her pirates?
Shall the kingdom's troops attack together?
Amy seemed to suddenly realize something, her body shook, and she lowered her raised hand again.
Duke Otto breathed a sigh of relief - indeed, his judgment was correct. In this absolutely safe position, his courage suddenly increased, and he raised his arms and shouted: "Warriors, there is no need to be afraid! It's just that
A band of pirates! Charlemagne - the great Augustus awaits our victory!"
"Augustus?"
The third time this word appeared made Amy's emotions that she had finally suppressed begin to rage again.
"wake up."
Deep in her heart, there was a voice calling her.
"wake up!"
Amy laughed like crazy
"Wake up, wake up! Wake up!"
Amy had completely lost her mind. She suddenly imitated Duke Otto, cut her hand open with a small protective dagger, and dripped blood into her mouth.
Then, the voice came out through her mouth:
"veni" (I'll come)
Amy didn't know where this voice came from. She was probably really crazy.
"vidi" (I see)
Hearing the second word, Duke Otto suddenly realized something and exclaimed: "Impossible, this...is this magic?"
"vici" (I conquer)
As the last syllable fell, the invisible flames around Amy suddenly turned into a lion. The fire was bigger and more blazing than before.
Amy stretched out her hand in the direction of Duke Otto, completely ignoring the group of pirate kingdom soldiers behind him.
The lion opened its huge claws and rushed towards all the soldiers on the battlefield.
If these flames are allowed to spread like this, both the soldiers of the Alemannic Alliance and the soldiers of the Pirate Kingdom will be affected by it.
Looking at the huge beast, the faces of the soldiers on both sides showed expressions of despair.
Amy suddenly bit her tongue hard.
Reason briefly returned to her almost crazy body, and the flames that had fallen halfway suddenly changed their trajectory and gathered back to her side.
A howl of wolves was heard. Fenrir finally stood up. After being stabbed down by a spear, the soldiers thought that the big dog was going to die, so they left it aside. But in fact, the stabbing hit
Fenrir's spear was affected by the flames and did not damage its vitals.
It tore through the crowd, broke through the heat wave, picked up Amy in its mouth, and led her out of the heavy siege.
At the same time, Alemanni's coalition forces collapsed under the attack of the Pirate Kingdom.
The dark clouds that had been accumulating in the sky for a long time were finally released, and a heavy rain fell on the battlefield.
Only people who have never experienced war can have beautiful fantasies about war.
Amy thought of a blind bard. He often appeared in Constantiniya's tavern, using his not very superb skills to sing epic stories that had been passed down for hundreds of years in the Seven Hills Empire:
"The last sunshine kisses the waving battle flag behind the hot spring door."
"That brilliance is a memory that briefly appears in the sky."
"Wanderer, if you go to Sparta, please tell the citizens there that we died here and obeyed their orders until death."
"The soldier who wrote these lines looked towards the land of his hometown."
"Huh? Whose justice are those tears falling to the ground for?"