The southern border of the empire, the Silver Peak Mountain.
The huge sound of the collision of weapons was like the sound of a bell reverberating between the sky and the earth, spreading out colorless ripples.
Mana is transformed into high-energy magic power in the extraordinary core that seems to be boiling, and then swayed on the battlefield, with extraordinary skills, tough bodies, blazing guns, and intense and rapid collisions.
The roaring sounds of battle drowned out the tidal world below. In such a cruel battlefield, everyone was immersed in the crazy fighting and killing, forgetting everything around them, even their own lives.
As long as there is still some strength left in the body, he will grab the weapon at hand and attack the enemy.
The development of muskets not only improved the efficiency of killing each other, but also made up for the disadvantage of huge physical consumption and greatly extended the duration of the battle.
At a point in the sky, Weimiya looked at the burning battlefield below. After a long time, she slowly moved her gaze away and looked at the dimming horizon in the north.
Luo Lan has now stabilized the front line and is familiar with and adapted to the enemy general's fighting style. All he needs to do next is to slowly persevere.
When the enemy's fanaticism subsides, his will to fight will be greatly reduced, and he will gradually become fearful because of the too cruel battlefield.
Although there is also a feeling of fear on the side of the 'Fairy Wood', it is different from the imperial soldiers who fight for their own interests.
The empire is only an empire of nobles, not an empire for everyone. They can survive even if they are defeated, so they don't have the will to die.
But our side is different. This is a battle that has no retreat and must be fought. If you want to survive, you can only win.
The jackdaw witch should be able to see this situation, Vimiya thought silently in her heart.
However, the other party still took action.
As the sky gradually turned blue and darkened, groups of black jackdaws flapping their wings came noisily.
They devoured the wisps of ghost flames floating on the battlefield, which were the broken souls of dead creatures, and then began to guide large-scale battlefield magic.
It's so heartless.
Wei Miya thought silently in her heart, and then slowly appeared in the air.
Water mist gathered and condensed in the sky, and a mermaid girl with long blue hair appeared. The graceful and slender fish tail had light blue gradient scales, which was extremely beautiful and emitted a faint blue fluorescence in the night sky.
Then a crystal-like violin appeared on the witch's shoulder, and melodious and profound music suddenly sounded.
The wind on the battlefield became moist at some point, bringing people a refreshing coolness. At the same time, it also made many people gradually wake up from the crazy fighting.
In the sky, floating clouds move rapidly, flickering in and out, stars twinkling faintly among them, and the afterglow on the horizon gradually sets.
After discovering the witch who changed the sky, black jackdaws attacked the blue-haired mermaid singer in droves, circling into a huge circle beside her, and then a vague eye slowly opened in the sky.
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And as the enemy moved, the mermaid singer pulled the strings in her hand faster and faster, like a storm on the sea gradually coming, followed by a pattering of rain.
The feathers of those jackdaws began to become extremely heavy after being stained with rain, and then gradually sank, but then under the urging of magic power, bursts of white smoke rose from the feathers, catching up with the blue-haired figure in the sky again
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In this regard, Wei Miya had to take a slightly harsher approach.
The sound of the violin changed, becoming urgent and passionate, and the jackdaws hovering in the sky suddenly screamed several times, and then fell from the sky in pieces, with feathers and blood falling together.
If someone were to dissect the carcasses of these jackdaws, they would find that they died of blood reflux in the body.
As one of the four primitives, the power it controls can be said to be the underlying structure of the world. Its coverage is far beyond what ordinary witches can match. The only thing Vimiya lacks now is time to grow.
Like Roland, she also slept for several years before gradually waking up, and is now only at Sequence 7.
If it waits until it reaches the perfect Sequence 9 state, it will probably be better than Phoebe of the past, and people can't help but feel that she is better than her predecessor.
Because she couldn't take advantage, the witch with the Wise Eyed Crow stopped trying and slowly retreated and disappeared without any trace or trace.
Maybe she thought of some new way.
This little battle and trial in the sky is over, and the battle below is gradually coming to an end.
In the glow of broken magic, the two generals had been fighting back and forth on the mountain top for a long time, and at this time Bazel was no longer as high-spirited as he was at the beginning.
The tall and majestic body was covered with wounds, and the armor and cloak were in tatters. The coagulated blood and dust mixed together to form dark and ugly stains.
Hehehe...hehehe...
He was panting, the giant ax in his hand was full of gaps, and the long mane was draped over his shoulders and chest, with traces of scorching and cutting.
"How is it possible..." The general stared angrily at the small and lonely figure.
Compared to the embarrassed Bazel, the girl with long chestnut blond hair was in much better condition.
Although the armor was broken, the skin inside was still intact and healed, revealing a rare whiteness. Although the face was stained with dust and sweat, the eyes were still very bright, watching quietly in the burning firelight.
"You are not an ordinary person... you shouldn't even be a human being." Bazel whispered and told the truth about the other party's identity.
"Really?" the girl replied quietly.
"Then what do you want me to be like?"
"You should have died on this hill a long time ago." Bazel's thick fingers tightened again and gradually tightened their grip on the heavy ax in his hand.
"Well, it's true. If I were just an ordinary person." The girl gradually lifted the sword and slowly re-clasped it. The golden resonance magic climbed up the blade layer by layer, turning it into a holy and brilliant one.
appearance.
"But this is a battlefield, not a children's game or a test."
"Haha, haha, hahaha! Yes, that's right. I just feel that those witches have made a mistake, and the empire's think tanks have made a mistake. Or maybe in the eyes of those big shots, I am just an unimportant pawn, and there is no need for me.
I know some truths." The general looked up to the sky and laughed.
"But, even so, I will still kill you!" He roared, the muscles on his body instantly swelled, his size increased dramatically, and the giant ax slashed down with a terrifying force unprecedented in the past.
Click
The earth trembled, and a huge crack opened in the earth under its slash. Countless soldiers stood unsteadily, some fell on the slopes and tunnels, and some were even shot through by the splashing sand.
However, even such an attack did not cause harm to the girl, and the other party dodged it in an instant.
Lorraine Hill was already completely familiar with the giant bear's fighting mode. Various analyzed models and data appeared in her eyes. The starting points and trends of its various movements allowed her to predict the opponent's moves.
Various flaws were found.
Sorry, but it's over.
She held a holy and brilliant sword and slashed it under the night sky, just like the crescent moon flashing away.
Blood splattered.
An extremely thick arm fell into the hillside, rolling continuously with the heavy axe, and fell into the yellow sand and mud pit.
The rich blood splashed out like a fountain, staining the girl's long chestnut-gold hair, and there were even a few drops on her cheeks. She stood in front of this peerless warrior and watched as his opponent slowly knelt down.
to the ground, and then fell down unwillingly, raising dust and debris.
In the flickering firelight, the horn of counterattack sounded, and the soldiers killed on the hillside surged down like a wave, cutting down the demoralized enemies, driving them away, and chasing them until the ground was filled with the sounds of crying and running.
Holding the long sword that was gradually fading away, the girl stood on the top of the mountain, quietly watching the charging scene below, watching the figures running forward in the firelight, until the cheers of victory dyed the night.