The eight hundred and sixteenth act: Valhalla's Offensive and Defensive Battle IV
Let's turn the time back just a few minutes.
On the huge battlefield surrounding the World Tree Fortress.
A drastic change is taking place on both sides of the entire Parris Valley and on the plains.
Just before the shining silver war goddesses crossed the sky and cut straight into the "Yanbao" army led by Baron Dalle.
Looking from the entire battlefield, the fighting seems to have reached its most intense moment. The purple crystal frenzy is rushing towards every section of the city wall within sight of the huge fortress. In a sea of ominous purple light shining, symbolizing
As Eruin's flags of humans and elves continued to be annihilated and fell.
But occasionally, they reappear.
That symbolized the indomitable resistance of the Tonigel people and the druids and elves in the Black Forest. The deafening shouts of death converged into an invisible wall, blocking the advance of the Dusk Legion.
Just like Monica's prior judgment, the balance of victory on the battlefield is tilting - not to the side of civilization. The situation is irresistibly sliding into the worst situation. Facing the endless army of crystal clusters, this city
The legendary fortress's defenses are gradually becoming more precarious.
The expressionless girl, the carrier of the reborn soul of Valhalla, is observing the situation on the entire battlefield through her branches, and displaying the details on the huge crystal facade in the Hall of Trees, while feeling deep in her heart.
He analyzed the gains and losses on the battlefield without emotion, and then told Monica:
How much time is left until the last line of defense?
"I know, I know!" Monica shouted impatiently, scratching her hair irritably - although they were just bright beams of light and did not have entities.
She muttered and jumped down from the crystal tower, flying through the skylight of the hall's dome.
Passing through the shadows of the trees in Valhalla, there was the blue sky. Miss Guangling raised her head towards the sky and murmured to herself:
"...Don't let us down!"
Such scenery was reflected in her magnificent eyes.
The endless green shadow of the towering crown of the World Tree covered nearly the entire sky, and the dark green leaves were swaying. But at some point, the huge magic circle being formed in the sky above Valhalla had already disappeared without a trace.
Where did the Thassardian wizards go?
The noble armies on both sides of the river valley have no time to consider this issue, because the war has gradually escaped their control, turning those who were originally participants into bystanders.
After tasting the defeat, the noble knights and their large number of attendants waded back to the north bank of Welland's Ferry in embarrassment. At this time, no one was chasing them behind them. The Tonigel army had already passed them. In the distance,
On the plain, they collided with the army of crystal clusters.
It was a brutal battle.
Everyone watched this scene with lingering fear.
They seem to have seen such a scene since their childhood. In myths and legends, in stories and dreams, the prophecy about the fate of the world that their mother orally told at the bedside was described in Cang Zhi's poem.
Engraving - About Martha's people, the moment when the civilized world met the world's ultimate enemy.
Twilight of the Gods——
So who is whose enemy?
What is everyone fighting for here?
Is this just a civil war in this small kingdom?
Why did it become like this?
Those northern knights who have experienced or are currently experiencing this war are all the first to feel confused and afraid.
The development of things exceeds their cognition.
The beliefs and values they have pursued all their lives—the question of who is the orthodoxy of the kingdom—seem to have become insignificant at this moment. However, the nobles in the north have not yet recovered from the great consternation. On the plains The defeated army had already poured in overwhelmingly.
When the army appeared at dusk, the first target of their attack was not actually the Tonigel army, nor even the World Tree Fortress with the most obvious target on the battlefield.
It was the armies of the northern nobles who were closest to the portal from the beginning.
For the Crystal Clusters and Nightmare Insects, these humans are not friendly forces in their eyes - there is no such concept in their consciousness. Their choice is to follow their instincts and attack these 'Order Creatures' closest to them.
Or rather, massacre.
The sudden attack from behind, and the huge sense of disillusionment at being betrayed by the royal party and Earl Yanbao, instantly caused the northern noble coalition to collapse.
The collapse triggered a wider chain reaction.
The many noble knights who had just regrouped their armies on both sides of the Alde River and had plucked up the courage to return were turned around and fled. Looking from a distance above the entire battlefield, it seemed as if a terrible rout had occurred.
This is indeed a defeat.
It's just that not all the Eruin people escaped.
On the battlefield, another group of Eruin people were defending their glory.
"These guys really escaped." Little Montolo was half-kneeling on the ground covered in blood, holding the magic sword given to him by Brando on the ground, gasping for air.
He spat with contempt on his face: "I thought they at least had some courage and understood who the real enemy was."
"It's not entirely their fault." Luo Linte leaned on the huge root system of Valhalla and witnessed this scene. At this time, he could not help but think of his own position. Not long ago, he was not qualified to laugh at these things. people.
But he didn't expect that there would be such a side behind the royal party and Earl Yanbao.
And his family, his father, really understand all this?
"They just chose the wrong person." Luo Linte murmured: "There are also brave people among the Eruin people."
"For example, you, Rollint."
"No, I'm much luckier than them, at least for now." Having said that, Luo Linte still had a huge sense of loss in his tone. There is nothing better than watching helplessly what he has worked so hard for. It's even more depressing when all hope is dashed.
Not to mention, he was on the wrong path from the beginning.
But a real man will not be discouraged and give up because of this setback. As one of the most outstanding figures of the young generation in the South, Luo Linte only came back to his senses after a short moment of self-blame. He picked up Holding his sword on the tree wall of Valhalla, he stood up.
"There is no need to lament, little Montolo, time is running out. There is no winner between you and me yet - I just killed a small crystal cluster, and now our records are even."
"What?" Little Montolo was startled: "Has the situation gotten so bad? I thought we could sustain it for a while."
"No, you are mistaken. I mean that your Lord Earl may be about to win this decisive war."
"Are you crazy, Rollint?"
Little Montolo raised his head in surprise, seeing no sign of victory on the battlefield.
But Luo Linte shook his head: "I'm not crazy. In terms of swordsmanship talent, I may not be able to match you, but when it comes to your vision on the battlefield, you are still far behind, little Montolo."
"I don't believe it, you don't need to comfort me," little Montolo replied unconvinced: "At least in this battle, I am ready to die for my country."
"Then you'd better save your life until later," Luo Linte raised his head and stared at the sky of the battlefield: "'Yanbao' side has lost the final chance to win."
in his eyes.
The silver brilliance symbolizing the goddess of war cuts directly into the army led by Baron Dalle.
"That's Ms. Andrea!" Little Montolo exclaimed.
But then he saw an even more incredible scene.
Dots of Sassard wizards in the sky above the battlefield were falling down one after another, falling into a sea of amethyst, never to fly again.
What's going on? Little Montolo's eyes widened and his mind was filled with questions.
A calm voice answered his question:
"The People of Silver are not the true people of God. The apprentice wizards of the Sasardians are just like mortals. Before they truly come into contact with the realm of truth and law, they cannot use magic to stay in the air for a long time on the battlefield."
Luo Linte and Little Montolo turned around and saw the pair of elf sisters appearing behind them at some point. There was a little elf sitting on the sister's shoulders, but it was not the light that had previously received them in this fortress.
spirit.
That's a fire fairy.
"The magical energy that permeated the entire battlefield disappeared, and the Thassardian fleet withdrew its support, so these poor guys finally had to taste the bitter consequences."
The fire goblin - or rather Prince Root of the fire elemental goblin clan replied coldly.
"The fleet..." Luo Linte replied thoughtfully.
Little Montolo was about to ask who this strange little guy was, but at this moment, a burst of cheers interrupted his train of thought.
He turned his head subconsciously.
At this moment, the two fleets that were stationary in the sky finally started to move.
As if he had a premonition of something, the ocean of crystals on the battlefield began to stir. Under the surprised gaze of little Montolo, they actually began to retreat.
At that moment, the young man seemed to realize something in his heart. The thought was like a beam of light piercing the darkness and shining directly into the depths of his heart.
The Sassardians failed.
The battle in the sky, they won.
The Earl once again demonstrated his ability to create miracles.
The army at dusk lost absolute air supremacy on the battlefield at this moment.
As if to confirm his thoughts, the army of nightmare insects that had been surrounding the Valhalla Fortress suddenly flew up with a buzzing sound and faced the two fleets in mid-air.
Everyone in the entire fortress felt the pressure suddenly lighten, and the elf shooters who were desperately resisting the enemy in the air even fell into a state of confusion for a while.
"Fire, keep shooting!" until the frontline commander shouted again at the top of his lungs.
The army of crystal clusters is slowly retreating, and the originally glittering sea of amethysts has cracked.
The land where the gunpowder smoke has dissipated showed an ominous red-black color. The black ones were the embers left by the explosion, and the dark red ones were dried blood clots. A few long lines of thick smoke fell towards the horizon in the distance, and more
The floating battleships are gathering into a torrent - like a school of sparkling fish, slowly moving towards the north.
When they entered the formation one by one and exposed their sides.
Suddenly, a dazzling brilliance flashed across the sky.
Cannons roared above the clouds, and the light of destruction poured down like raindrops. The raindrops directly penetrated the thin army of nightmare insects and projected the light of death on the plain.
A series of continuous flashes of light lit up one after another on the plain north of the Parris Valley. Even though they were several miles away, the people on the city wall could still feel the trembling of the earth.
However, that's just the beginning.
In such an era, losing the sky is equivalent to losing victory.
Unless the Dusk Dragon is willing to invest more Nightmare Insects here and regain the advantage in the sky through a sky-blocking offensive.
But under everyone's gaze, the huge black hole in the center of the battlefield is gradually weakening - obviously, even the world-destroying dragon described in the poem Cang Zhi does not exist in the world of order created by Martha.
It's not omnipotent.
It is not invincible.
At least here, the Eruin people achieved a real victory.
Suddenly, even louder cheers erupted from this huge fortress, and the roar of the mountains and tsunami was like a tidal wave, washing away everyone's hearts.
"Prepare a counterattack!"
Monica, who was sitting on the skylight, was so surprised that she almost jumped up. She flew back to the hall and shouted loudly at the expressionless girl 'Valhalla'.
"It's time for us to take a good breath of piss! Those damn Yankees!"
