The winter sun suddenly dimmed slightly, and there was a whistle from the top of the tree canopy, as if countless birds were flapping their wings. The young hunter subconsciously raised his head and saw countless silhouettes of intertwined light and shadow flying past his head. He opened his eyes in a daze.
Mouth.
"Flying...Pegasus!?"
"It's the Wind Rider, those damn retarded people are finished!" Oldham complained loudly: "But I didn't see anything!"
"But they are in heaven!"
"I don't know, I only see darkness!" the dwarf master replied angrily.
The young man hurriedly straightened the dwarf's heavy helmet. "Oh!" Oldham exclaimed, "Oh my God, I didn't notice this problem. Maybe I was too anxious. Thank you very much!"
"Hahaha, idiot dwarf!" Feini's teasing was heard from afar, and the elf girl burst out laughing.
"Ah, damn little girl!" Oldham was so angry that he blew his beard: "Just wait, I will make you look good."
"Giggle, you can't beat me, dear Mr. Oldham."
The young man carefully avoided the center of the two people. He raised his head and looked at the battle taking place in the sky.
"Valkyrie Guards!"
In Valhalla, the vast majority of people have hid in their houses or in temporary shelters. The workshops and shops on the streets have also been closed, but everyone is hiding behind the doors and windows, watching this scene silently.
It's about their future war.
But the moment the female knights appeared on the canopy, a small cheer erupted from behind the entire city.
Shikoti and Shijiagul stood proudly on the heroic war horses burning with white flames. The spears in their hands shone with the silver light in the poem. Behind the winged helmets, their long golden hair braided was flying in the wind.
They held small bucklers, and behind them were hundreds of their sisters.
Heroic female warriors from ancient times, Odin’s Valkyries.
Shikodi's indifferent eyes patrolled the battlefield. When she noticed the army of nightmare insects charging towards her, a hint of contempt flashed through her lapis lazuli eyes.
"Sisters!" She pointed her spear at the opponents who were not in formation, and shouted in a majestic voice: "For Valhalla, for the Hall of Valor, charge!"
Streams of silver light poured down from the sky. The army of nightmare insects, dragged down by Feini's premeditated use of slowness and gravity, was unable to organize an effective defense. Not to mention that they were not stronger than the others in terms of individual strength.
opponent.
In the era of the mother worm, the nightmare worm was still the most powerful existence in the army of dusk, but that era, together with the glorious era buried by the gods, has long gone.
The attack arrows of the Valkyries seemed to be sharp blades, passing directly through this army.
The nightmare insects fell down like rain.
"Victory!"
The people in Valhalla screamed with excitement.
The hunter boy on the top of the city was also screaming. He cheered and jumped. Behind him, his father watched the scene silently, but there was a slight ripple in his heart.
He couldn't help but recall his boyhood. At that time, Eruin had two real heroes. Everyone had a hope of revival in their hearts. Under the leadership of these two adults, everything seemed so beautiful.
.
The sweat on Baron Dalle's face gathered into streams, and the streams gathered into small rivers. His face was as pale as a piece of paper. He turned back to look at Hollis with pleading eyes, but the wizards didn't even look at him.
Hollis was extremely disappointed with this person. He no longer expected the Nightmare Insect to play any role. His opponents actually had so many Valkyries, which they had not expected beforehand.
And more importantly, the fortress seems to be intact. The colleagues who were previously sent to carry out the sabotage mission are probably in danger.
He did not expect that the battle would turn into this scene. There is no doubt that this battle has fallen into a hard battle. The only advantage now is the army of crystal clusters on the ground. If the rumors are not wrong, whether the Tonigel people are White Lions
The guards, the cavemen, and the centaur warriors are all far from being the opponents of the crystal cluster.
He looked up.
The tree canopy of Valhalla is slowly opening, revealing a huge spherical cavity within the stretched branches and leaves. The strong wind blowing from the top of the tree. Thousands of sails are actually shining with a sparkling silver light.
That's the Tonigel fleet.
That fleet was so powerful that even Hollis found it difficult. Its flagship was once the capital ship and command ship of the Carnage floating fleet. The Carnage people simply gave their spare fleet directly to Tony Geer.
Human beings are the only force that the opponent has on the battlefield that can determine the outcome of the battle, and their use must be restricted.
He snapped his fingers, and a small magic circle appeared not far from him. A respectful voice came from the slowly rotating disc-shaped magic circle: "Dear Lord Hollis. Gonzalez is waiting for you.
Order."
"Expand your fleet and seize the upper hand."
"As ordered, may the light of knowledge be with you, sir, and bless us to defeat these country bumpkins easily. Please wait and see."
"Be careful. Your opponent is not as weak as you think. I ask you not to take the initiative to attack. Try to contain the opponent within the effective range and expose the flanks of the Tonigel people."
"As you wish, my lord."
Hollis nodded with satisfaction. Although the Bansians were also mortals, they had voluntarily become vassals of the Sasards for many years, and they were much easier to use than these barbarian people.
At least they understand the importance of obedience and discipline.
The two huge silver fleets in the sky are each looking for their best position. The Sasardian fleet is obviously much more advantageous. They arrived at the battlefield first and deployed their formation first, while the Tonigel fleet
But they were still slowly leaving the port in formation.
"Huh?"
Hollis was suddenly startled slightly.
He saw the fleet of the Tonigels attacking in threes and threes, flying around the port like swimming fish. This was a classic ground attack formation in the Buga naval tactics.
They were clearly still within the strike range of their own fleet, yet they simply ignored the threat above their heads?
"Are the Toniguers crazy?" This thought flashed through Hollis's mind.
The next moment, the Tonigar fleet opened fire.
Magic and cannonballs swept across the battlefield like a hurricane, dealing a devastating blow to the marching army on the ground. Hundreds of giant crystal cluster beasts were wiped out in this wave of volleys.
"No!" Baron Dalle's face almost twisted. He rushed up and grabbed Hollis's arm: "What is your fleet doing? Stop them quickly!"
Hollis threw this guy away and locked him in mid-air with a spell: "Shut up, I know what to do, you damn idiot!"
In fact, there was no need for him to issue orders. As an experienced captain, Gonzalez would never give up this golden opportunity. The Tonigel fleet formed a flashing rhombus in the sky, and their muzzles were almost
They all point to the ground, and no one will show mercy to opponents who cannot fight back.
"Open all cannon doors!"
"Let all wizard apprentices get on the deck!"
Gonzalez held a cigarette butt in his mouth, walked directly onto the deck, and issued orders to the entire fleet through the magic communication circle.
He picked up his pocket watch, pointed at the ticking hands, and said loudly: "I'll give you three minutes to complete the volley preparations within three minutes!"
The Sasardian fleet turned slowly, revealing a neat battle line. Dozens of frigates turned sideways with the leading main battleship. The sailors opened the gun doors one after another, revealing countless black holes.
entrance of the cave.
Magic cannons are being pushed up one by one, and the enchanted ballistae on the deck have also adjusted their directions. War-ready wizards are standing at each magic position, and the crystals on the heads of the staffs in their hands are shining dazzlingly.
of brilliance.
"time up!"
"Fire"
A wall of clouds seemed to rise above the sky. Fire flickered between the clouds, and countless artillery fire and magic suddenly broke through the rolling smoke clouds, forming silver light trails that continued to descend under the canopy of Valhalla.
The Tonigar fleet.
Then a deafening roar echoed across the sky.
But the artillery fire did not hit the Tonigar fleet.
A light green light barrier slowly unfolded from the entire canopy of Valhalla, "The fortress defense system was deployed, preparing to withstand the first wave of attacks. When the attack arrived, the energy returned to 13.11...12.07...11.9...10.0
%, the magic reaction ends, and the loss report is re-calculated."
A dazzling flash of light erupted above the light barrier, but after the explosion of magic and artillery fire, the smoke slowly dispersed. Valhalla remained motionless, and the silver fleet under its protection remained motionless.
"Hahahaha, they are no match for us at all!" Monica rolled excitedly on the crystal console. She waved her fist at the calm-looking girl and screamed: "You are great, Valhalla!"
The girl just compiled the damage report of Valhalla with an expressionless face, which was a piece of snow-white paper.
On top of the city, the young man looked pale and held his chest, but at the last moment, he let out a long breath. This time, he did not scream or shout excitedly, but suddenly calmly
He put down his hands and clenched his fists.
At that moment, the young man seemed to have something in his heart, something he had never imagined before.
He finally saw it, that was Eruin's power.
In mid-air, the wizards were silent.
The huge fleet of the Sasardians was also silent for a moment, and they even forgot about the second round of shooting.
Hollis watched this scene with a sinking face. He slowly stretched out his hand, and a ruby-like staff emerged out of thin air and appeared in the palm of his long, snow-white hand.
"I should have known this. This is the real power of the Holy War Fortress." He turned around and glanced at his colleagues one by one: "Follow me, it's time for us to go on stage, let the mortals see Sasar
