The gray sky was disintegrating overhead, like oats melting into milk. Brando stood in the middle of the plain, looking at the body of the deputy leader of the Knights Templar of Flame, and the black flames on his body were gradually fading away.
, like a black butterfly flying.
"How is it?" Otales suddenly asked...
"It's so dangerous." Brando breathed lightly. The final confrontation with Williams made him deeply feel the gap between his real strength. Even at the last moment, even if Williams didn't fight back, he
Even without turning on the Fool's Frenzy talent attack, there is no way to penetrate the deputy leader's defense.
In the end, he still had to rely on his own strength to save his life. But no matter what, fortunately, he won, and that was enough.
Paused for a while.
Brando suddenly asked: "Ms. Ortales, you knew earlier that Trishman's deck also had flaws, right?"
Ortales smiled softly: "Some things have to be experienced by oneself to be impressive. Years of war have taught me this truth. It is difficult for a recruit to transform into a veteran without experiencing setbacks, little guy."
Brando felt sad. The moment Williams pulled him into the Extreme Plains, the absolute law of the planeswalkers was broken - Medissa, Ciel and other summons were isolated from the world -
In other words, even if a cycle is formed, Trishman's deck still has flaws.
Judging from the final result, he also won this battle by a fluke. But fortunately, it was Williams and not other more powerful opponents who discovered this flaw, so the person lying on the ground now is not him.
This means that he still has a chance to make amends.
But the reason why he asked Otales that way was because he suddenly thought that the enemy of the Four Saints was not Odin, the dragon of darkness. Elaine, the stag-shaped banshee, told him that Odin was also a powerful planeswalker. But since the Four Saints
Being able to defeat Odin shows that the planeswalkers are not above this world.
Otales seemed to see what he was thinking. She replied softly: "It is said that every planeswalker is pursuing a perfect cycle. Under almost perfect conditions, the law can form a world of its own. In this cycle
.The power of planeswalkers is impeccable. Unfortunately, no one has achieved this yet..."
Brando knew her subtext was: Odin didn't do it in the first place, otherwise he wouldn't have lost to them.
"Odin's deck is Darkness. That deck is much more offensive than the deck you have. The characteristic of that deck is to transform all elements into the power of darkness, and in turn the power of darkness is his
At home, can you imagine how it feels to fight the Dragon of Darkness as he gets stronger and stronger while you get weaker and weaker?"
"That sounds a bit like Madara."
"Don't interrupt. Madara's undead were once his subordinates and admirers." Otales replied: "Odin doesn't have as many creature cards as Tumen and Trishman. All his cards are
Artifacts, superpowers, spells and enchantments. And he is extremely powerful, so he doesn’t have your pitiful little weakness, but we still defeated him in the end."
"How did you do it?" Brando couldn't help but be curious.
She was a little proud: "Because his core power is transformation, he must still use the artifacts and spells on the field to transform our power. His cards can quickly form a cycle. Much faster than yours, as soon as he gets started
A cycle can be formed. Then all that is left is to constantly filter cards to counter our attacks, and every time he counterattacks, he can draw dark elements from them to continue his cycle."
"Wait, you mean he doesn't have land cards?"
"Land cards are the planeswalker's weakness, how could he leave such a flaw. Little guy, do you really think that the land cards will not be attacked in your world? You forgot how you entered Williams
Of the world? He has just stepped into this extreme realm. The real extreme plain is a complete world, that is, a world where one's laws are maximized. And the planeswalker's land card is in his extreme realm.
Among the plains——"
"Ah." Brando couldn't help but lost his voice.
"So having land cards in itself is a weakness. We can't directly counterattack your land cards like real planeswalkers. But we can destroy them violently." Otales continued: "Odin is a genius, he designed
This kind of deck came out that did not require land cards. But unfortunately, it also hid hidden dangers. In the final battle, Faenzan continued to dismantle his core spells, causing his elements to break, and then let him
We have an opportunity."
"You can actually counterattack the fate card?"
"No, although in fact we can do it, it's not that simple. Because the spell that counters his spell will also be countered and transformed by his spell," Otales said in a slurred voice: "We use a clumsy but effective
The most effective way is to dismantle our own attacks before he counters our spells. Because there are no land cards, Odin has very limited elements to activate the deck. Once his counterattack is not replenished, the elements will
exhaustion, and for this reason, we finally won the victory after paying a great price."
Brando was dumbfounded. He didn't expect the result to be so simple. But he knew that it just sounded like it. In fact, I'm afraid it was something else. The Dark Dragon itself was stronger than the Four Saints, so under his
Under the attack, they had to attack each other to dismantle each other's spells. One can imagine the brutality of the battle at that time.
Brando only knew that in the last battle, the coalition lost nearly four-fifths of its troops. Those who survived later became heroes.
He was shaken when he heard it, but he couldn't help but sigh with disappointment: He didn't expect that even the Dark Dragon, with its great power, would not be able to escape defeat in the end. It was in vain that he thought the planeswalkers were invincible existences.
However, he also had some expectations in his heart. What a planeswalker pursues is the ultimate perfection. This is what Tumen told him originally. Now Otales told him again whether an impeccable deck really exists.
Woolen cloth?
Otales couldn't help but smile when she saw his look: "Come on, little guy, you should have realized it too. How can you become a real planeswalker if you hold someone else's deck? Whether it's a planeswalker or a planeswalker.
Be it a saint or a first-class strong man, the ultimate goal is to create his own realm of laws."
Brando nodded.
He raised his head. Williams' Extreme Plains had almost disappeared. He stretched out his hand, and a few drops of cold rainwater touched his palm. The wind and rain from the Unker Mountain outside were seeping into the world. The two armies were fighting.
The sound also became clearer.
Indeed, it is time for him to go his own way.
He had hesitated before, but it was also because of the needs of the situation. Eruin was in a precarious situation, and choosing his own deck meant starting from scratch. By the time he became a planeswalker, the kingdom would probably no longer exist.
But things are different now.
Ampelser already has another history. Her Royal Highness the Princess did not compromise with anyone during this history, and Eruin also had a glimmer of hope. For the rest, he has the ability to grasp everything.
Williams' world completely collapsed, and the sound of wind and rain outside became real again. However, at that moment, his figure returned to the torrential rain again.
Everyone in the forest saw the deputy leader of the Knights Templar lying on the ground. They also saw Brando standing aside holding the Sword of the Earth.
There was a moment of silence in the rain.
From the time Williams pulled Brando into the Extreme Plains. Until Brando killed him and reappeared, the outside world only passed for a moment. Princess Griffin, Antitina, Metissa, and Charles
And the hearts of all the people outside have experienced a journey from hell to heaven.
"Lord..." Antitina seemed to have lost all her strength and could not help but slowly leaned back against the black pine tree.
"Mr. Brando!" Medisa's joy was like the voice of a lark, which could penetrate the forest.
"Ha," Charles stood in the rain, with a faint smile on his face - just like when he and Brando went to steal Duke Golan-Elson's priceless collection in Lidenburg.
——That sincere smile that comes from the heart.
Andrrig snorted softly. The worry on the vampire's face seemed to have just disappeared, and then turned into the warmest and happy smile: "Lord!"
The tall Ropar did not speak, and the lizardman lord only had a firm look in his eyes. He believed in his lord as if he believed in the most outstanding hero among their clans. Because heroes never let down the people who trust them.
Lubis's mercenaries all cheered, and the red-haired girl let out a long breath and pressed her hands tightly to her chest.
Among the crowd——
Only Princess Griffin closed her eyes, and the silver elf girl's long eyelashes trembled gently in the rain.
She clenched her fists, and at that moment she finally felt that Lady Martha had not abandoned this kingdom. It was like a mother always watching her children tenderly, watching them stick to that noble glory and belief from generation to generation.
.
The rain is still falling.
There are only seven Templars left, and their hands and feet are cold. They don't know how to accept the facts before them, they have lost their companions, and even the deputy leader died here.
The noblest blood of the Cruz people wanders quietly in this mountainous area so remote that they don't even know its name.
Above the clouds.
The firelight reflected each other, and another black tower wizard's square tower was torn apart in the violent explosion, and then fell downwards into the mountains of Anlek.
The flying dragon cavalry of the Southern Legion are organizing the final charge. Under the rain curtain, there are a large number of explosions, leaving their last silhouettes under the golden light and shadow. The knights of the kingdom will eventually make the greatest sacrifice in this battle.
courage.
They were not even the first-line army of this ancient country, but they showed a will worthy of the elite.
The Taylor withdraws from the battle.
The Iris was withdrawn from the battle.
A fire broke out in the cabin of the Rolbo, followed by an explosion.
The Wagonli crashed.
Nostal felt that the wounds under his armor were about to tear open. The shoulder of the dragon he was sitting on had a huge gash cut open by shrapnel, and his tail and wings were also scorched. Severe pain tortured him.
Every inch of his nerves, but he knew that he must not take a step back. What affected the battle was the battle between the Templars and Brando's group. Before that, they must prevent the Cruz fleet from covering the central position of the princess's army with fire.
superior.
But the Southern Army had already tried its best.
Without reinforcements, it seems that the outcome is far away. Although the Northern Allied Forces are slowly retreating on the ground, the monk soldiers of the Temple of Flame in the sky are like endless meteors, outline a nightmare in the rain.
scene.
There was a row of crisp sounds in my ears.
It was a salvo fired by the fusiliers on the gun deck of the Perrin. Nosta felt a huge force hit his chest, but he held on to the reins tightly. Several more comrades on one side fell from the air.
"I've tried my best."
He raised his head, as if hoping to see the dazzling light of the Ring of Trade Winds. But the storm made the entire sea off Ampelsel obscure. The sky and the earth merged together, there was darkness under the clouds, and the sunlight could hardly penetrate from above the dark clouds.
A trace.
There is no light in the darkness.
Nuosita narrowed his eyes.
suddenly--
There seemed to be a flash of light in the darkness in the distance. In an instant, a hole seemed to be torn in the Perrin's weakened magic shield, and a ball of fire lit up on the Cruze flagship.
Explosions, flames, and splintered wood rose from the deck.
"It's a shelling!"
Nostal seemed to be shaken and suddenly came to his senses. How could there be an artillery bombardment? Was it a friendly fire from the Cruz people? No, he suddenly remembered that fleeting light spot.
He turned his head back that way stiffly.
…
The Cruz people still didn't seem to believe they were under attack.
But Konolia's Second Fleet was indeed being bombarded by unexpected and violent artillery fire from the flanks, and bright explosions of fire exploded across the sky.
The first round of salvos fell on the seven frigates on the flanks. Especially the most peripheral Bailasuo. Due to the lack of preparedness, almost all the bombardment was absorbed by the side armor. The entire warship disintegrated in mid-air and turned into a gorgeous
fireworks.
The shelling continues.
A strange fleet was entering the battlefield from the direction of Holy White Bay. Fierce artillery fire roared out from this fleet, covering the entire flank of Konolia's second fleet like a storm.
The Cruzians lost nearly one-tenth of their ships in an instant.
The huge fleet tried to turn around awkwardly. They seemed to finally realize who their opponent was. It was indeed a fleet that was not inferior to them. The Eruin people bought these battleships from the wind elves for twenty years.
During the period, they spent countless manpower and financial resources to build this fleet.
This can be said to be the only army in this ancient kingdom that has the flavor of this era.
The Eruin Royal First Fleet is slowly moving forward between the clouds.
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