It was like a poem floating in the wind, magnificent and majestic. The towering tree canopy spread out, covering the sky like an umbrella. The majestic and straight tree trunks were as straight as a giant tower in the clouds. Birds flapping their wings surrounded them.
The forest on top of the clouds is slow and elegant, majestic and majestic.
It was a fortress, a holy palace for warriors, and a palace for heroic spirits. There were layers upon layers of fortresses in the clouds, built on tangled branches, and among the countless towers, heavy ballistae were moving.
Pushed out from it, what shone with a little bit of cold light was the steel crossbow arrow.
Rows of tree elf archers wearing light armor were walking up to the top of the city. At the command of the archer captain, they stopped, then turned to face the battlefield, placing the corner of the long bow in their hands on the ground, with uniform movements.
, the bow arms shone with soft silver luster and stood up like a forest.
A long trumpet sound echoed in the north wind.
Everyone on the battlefield raised their heads, opened their mouths, and stared blankly at this scene with dull expressions on their faces.
The long sword in someone's hand fell to the ground, but they didn't know it.
The knights' mounts paved the ground uneasily with their hooves and snorted, but the knights held the reins unconsciously, like stone statues on horseback.
"Then, what is that...?" Baron Dalle's mouth was big enough to hold a duck egg, and his eyes even popped out: "What the hell is that!?"
He subconsciously wanted to grab the people around him, but Hollis pushed this annoying guy away. The look in the eyes of the Sassard wizard leader could not be described as shock, and he immediately turned around and roared at the others.
:
"Start the attack quickly, don't let it finish positioning, this is the top plane jump spell!"
"Ah, no, we are locked by a spell!"
"This is a space countermeasure, all anchoring spells will automatically fail!"
"Response to chanting a spell, using silent spellcasting method"
"It's impossible, the second to third layer channels of tiamat's law are all congested, and the other party has directly deprived us of our authority!"
"It's fighting us for permission!?"
"Who is it, how is this possible!"
"No, it seals all space-related passages... There is no way to stop it, the laws of space have failed here..."
"That is……"
The wizards were in a hurry.
But Hollis had stopped silently. He turned around and looked at the fortress that seemed to be coming from fantasy into reality, and suddenly understood everything in his heart.
"Stop it," he said: "That is the Jihad Fortress. It directly has supreme authority in this area. There is nothing you can do about it."
Everyone looked at each other.
Hollis waved his hand suddenly: "What are you still doing? Let the fleet prepare to meet the enemy!"
"Earl Yanbao," he really didn't want to mention this name: "That lord gave us full authority to assist you. You understand the consequences of disappointing him."
Only then did Baron Dalle react with excitement, and a look of resentment flashed through his narrow eyes: "I will make them look good!" As he said that, the crystal on his arm flickered slightly, looking toward the dusk on the battlefield.
The minions conveyed their orders.
The Nightmare Insects that were hunting down the nobles and soldiers in the south flew up with a buzz, allowing the survivors to escape by chance. The people who survived the disaster raised their heads with tears in their eyes, and when they saw the monsters, they seemed to have received some instructions.
Flying high into the sky, they gathered into a torrent and flew towards the green shadow in mid-air.
"It was the Tonigel people who saved us..." Such an idea came to everyone's mind at the same time.
Valhalla's huge root system is taking shape, and the coiled roots suddenly fly out in all directions, "The coordinates of the seventh group of roots are determined, unfold the other seven groups of roots, the coordinates are..." Floating in the crystal hall of the tree
The girl at the top of the tower read out a set of data expressionlessly, and the light spirit Monica flew up and down around her, screaming: "Give them a good look, Valhalla!"
The roots that stretched out laterally were like a giant rounded arm, sweeping out tens of thousands of meters. Baron Dalle's eyes widened: "No!" But the army of nightmare insects had already been hit.
In front of the roots of the World Tree that were tens or even hundreds of meters long, the Nightmare Insects were just real insects. Hundreds of Nightmare Insects were immediately knocked to pieces. After the giant arm swept across, the sky became clear, and the Nightmare Insects army was
The quantity is less than one-third.
Baron Dalle was bursting with rage, but the disaster was not over yet for him. The crystal clusters on the ground had no individual consciousness and only moved forward blindly, while Valhalla falling from the sky was taking root, and after the roots spread out, they were heavily
Falling to the ground. After a loud bang, the roots of Valhalla fell into the purple waves like giant whips.
The army of crystal clusters on the Alder Fields immediately fell apart, and then the sky darkened, because the entire Valhalla Fortress was slowly descending. But the so-called slow decline was only relatively speaking, covering a radius of dozens of kilometers.
The scope is simply unavoidable
"The injection of coolant has begun, the magic power is expected to be exhausted in one minute, all coordinates are verified, and the magic power output is cut off..." The girl said calmly: "The Valhalla transition is completed, cooling has begun, and recharging is expected to be completed in fifteen minutes.
."
"A lot more nutrients!" Monica was so excited that she waved her fist: "The opponent's commander must be an idiot!"
Amidst a long and loud noise, Valhalla stood majestically in the center of the battlefield. The stretched tree crown was like a proud giant. The whole city and fortress trembled, but its designers had already considered
After this point, a large number of stone arch structures made the fortress as stable as a mountain.
When Baron Dalle saw this scene in mid-air, his eyes darkened and he fainted.
Hollis glanced at this guy with disgust. He was extremely disgusted with this retarded man, but he couldn't do it without him on this battlefield. He stretched out his finger, and a cold ray hit Baron Dalle in the face. The latter was miserable.
He woke up with a cry.
"Let the Nightmare Insects hold back the fleet of the Tonigels and cooperate with our fleet's attack. The crystal clusters on the ground still have the advantage. And with your Yanbao Neng army, the ground strength of the Tonigels is not worth mentioning.
"
Baron Dalle had a cold sweat on his face and nodded quickly: "I understand, I understand, Lord Hollis."
"raise the bow"
Feini, the deputy commander of Lin Ge's legion, shouted. The tall tree elf girl stepped on the city of Valhalla with her elf leather boots, flicked her long hair, and with a graceful movement, she drew her sword and pointed forward.
Following her movements, the wind shooters raised their longbows in rows with a roar.
The three magic circles on the silver bow arms became brighter one after another.
Magic Arrow.
The elegance of the wind.
Defeat the enemy aircraft first.
The hunter and his son were also on top of the city, standing next to the dwarf Odum. The city-building master was now wearing heavy armor, holding a small warhammer in his hand, and wearing a heavy dwarf helmet on his head, with only two round circles exposed.
little eyes.
The young man was so excited that he couldn't control himself, but the middle-aged man looked pale. The dwarf master stepped on his feet and scratched the battlements with his hands, but he still couldn't see the scene below the city. He could only murmur eagerly: "Tell me, what's going on outside?
!?"
Feini's beautiful singing voice came from afar:
"put!"
There was a creaking sound.
The young man only heard a scream of wind, as if a strong wind was blowing across the city. Hundreds of feather arrows flew out at once, shrinking into countless tiny black spots, and even the sky was filled with confusion.
One dark.
The Nightmare Insects were spreading out and rushing toward the upper canopy of Valhalla. A storm of arrows rushed towards them. The dozens of Nightmare Insects that bore the brunt were struck by dozens of arrows in an instant. The demonized arrows were flying in the air.
It exploded immediately after hitting the target. Even the dusk species was blown to pieces.
The first batch of Nightmare Insects fell down like rain, but the loss was negligible compared to the total size of this army.
"raise the bow"
"Armor-piercing arrows, change to the second set of enchanting plans."
Feini frowned when she saw this and immediately gave the order.
An excellent archer can shoot twelve arrows in one minute, but for the tree elves, that is far from their limit. And for the wind archers of Valhalla's exclusive legion blessed with the grace of wind, the limit of the elf girls is
The rate of fire only depends on how many arrows they have left.
Before the army of nightmare insects could break through the storm composed of the first wave of arrows, the second wave of arrows was already coming towards them.
Baron Dalle just showed a hint of a smile, and it solidified on his face.
This wave of arrows was enchanted with slowness and gravity. The number of nightmare insects dropped by the army was smaller than before, but the speed of the nightmare insects hit was obviously slowed down and separated from other insect swarms.
In just one breath, the third wave of arrows arrived as expected.
The young man exclaimed in surprise: "Each of them can distinguish different goals, how do they do it!"
"They are elves, and each of them is a born shooter, stupid!" the middle-aged hunter replied angrily.
"Even the elves can't do it. It's the goal designated by Valhalla for them. This is the power of the Holy War Fortress!" Oldham complained while scratching the battlements: "You can't tell me what happened outside.
What?"
"Sorry, Mr. Oldham, I was really shocked," the young man replied sheepishly: "Strange, why don't those monsters attack us? They are flying to the canopy of the tree."
"They are going to attack our port." Oldham shouted: "A bunch of idiots!"
More and more Nightmare Insects were constantly being hit, and the change in speed caused a huge difference in the formation of the entire Nightmare Insect army. Their original offensive arrows now became more layered, and they were faintly dragged into a long line.
Snake shape.
Even the incompetent Baron Dalle could see the problem at this moment, but he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot and didn't know how to deal with the current predicament.