A palace wizard with a frivolous voice shook his head and spoke. He stood behind the military formation with a tall and thin figure, looking at the golden figure in the sky in the distance.
"What era is this? What kind of wise king am I following? I can actually meet a fairy from this mythical age. I really can't live this life."
"Master, please stop reading. The uncles next to you are getting more and more ugly." A slightly younger woman shook the wizard's sleeve and told him to stop saying a few words.
"Yes, yes, yes." He responded perfunctorily, and began to think about when to run away later.
The reason why I became a palace wizard was naturally because I was greedy for the good remuneration of this job. There were not many things to do, and it was easy to fish in troubled waters. But the problem is that the situation seems to have changed now.
It seems that this empire will not be here for a long time. It is better to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests for a while, and then come out after the situation on the mainland stabilizes. Anyway, I have done this kind of thing in the past.
Although he looks young and human, he is actually older than many elves, which naturally means he has experienced some special things.
This time, he had heard that a new force had emerged in the south, and he was very interested in it. However, looking at such a majestic and fierce battlefield, the familiar yet unfamiliar feeling reminded him of the mercury when he was young.
The era of tug of war between the dynasty and the elves.
Although various poetry anthologies and legends describe it as a magnificent and epic era, as someone who has experienced it personally, I am afraid that it was more boring and depressing.
Stories condense events of decades and hundreds of years into one place, but time is not like that, and most of them are boring and miserable.
Now that the secret technique of this fairy land has returned to the world, it also reminds this man of many not-so-wonderful things.
I feel that if this continues, the civil strife in the empire may not end easily, and maybe the intensity will be the same as that era.
Although he often stayed at home, he was still keenly aware that something was wrong.
When did such a new force have such a figure? I’m afraid I can’t imagine the truth behind it.
So, it’s better to leave as soon as possible.
During the battle, the wizard pulled up the brim of his hat and retreated in small steps amidst the chaos with the newly acquired foolish disciple beside him.
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Facing the golden goblin in the seven-colored flower mirror, the imperial army below had to take out their long-hidden trump card. At first, they thought they would not be able to use it at all.
"Then I'll leave it to you." The general looked at these four special men in black and spoke slowly.
"The will of the empire." They answered in a low voice with their hands on their shoulders, and then slowly raised their heads, revealing four empty faces.
These four mysterious figures come from the northern border of the empire, and they practice a special kind of extraordinary profession. If it weren't for the fact that the northern border now needs the royal family, they probably wouldn't send such characters here.
After answering, the four people looked at the tiny figure in the distance in the sky, and then the body gradually disappeared, as if it had turned into a ghost.
"who?"
In the sky, the petal mirror behind Lorraine Hill gradually faded away, and the orange marigolds in her eyes slowly disappeared, and then she suddenly noticed something strange.
She waved her hand, and a shield of orange petals floated beside her, and then she was wrapped in layers of pale golden sphere shields.
Before waiting for a response, four phantom thorns shot out in the air. These thorns ignored the orange-red flower shield on the girl's side, directly penetrated the pale golden shield, and then pierced the girl's body.
Among them, its speed and ferocious attacks are frightening.
A deep and resentful aura instantly exploded in the body, like dense poisonous thorns, corroding the body, mind, and soul.
If such a secret technique were used against a pure goblin, it would probably kill the opponent on the spot. It should be said that he is worthy of being the orphan of the Mercury Dynasty. Even the methods used to deal with his opponents have been passed down.
The general didn't believe the rumors at first. After all, mythical fairies and so on were still too far away, but now it seems that bringing these people together may indeed be effective.
He looked at the girl with blond hair in the telescope and was penetrated instantly, feeling inexplicably relaxed in his heart.
It's a pity that Lorraine Hill is not that kind of elf with a fragile soul.
Her figure disappeared in the air like golden sand grains, and then gathered and condensed in another place. The phantom poisonous thorns that had pierced her body before remained in the air, exuding the deep aura of the undead sequence.
If the soul of the Original Four could be killed so easily, then the ancients would not have chosen it as the pillar and skeleton of the Sun Crown.
Looking at the overflowing undead magic power below, the golden butterfly wings behind the girl flapped for it, and every time she moved, golden powder particles flashed out, instantly forming an individual in the air that was exactly like herself.
In less than three seconds, seven golden-haired Lorraine Hill appeared in the air. They circled around each other, and then flew together. The colorless light sand swept past with the wind, revealing four illusory figures scattered in the distance.
What a cruel method.
Looking at these four people, Lorraine Hill naturally knew that it was them who had acted just now. She even knew the origin of such an extraordinary job better than the general below.
In order to deal with the powerful elves, a group of special assassins were created in the early days of the Mercury Dynasty. They were like silent ghosts, traveling between reality and the void, holding sickles and sharp blades, and taking away noble and beautiful figures one by one.
Such an image was even passed down in later generations as the God of Death, and later generations simply called such extraordinary job "the God of Death".
However, this should be the hidden ace in the north, so how could it be used here.
It seems that the situation in the north is getting worse and worse, and the stubborn and even stubborn family has to whisper to the royal family for help.
The Trey family, the remnants of the Mercury Dynasty, returned to the mainland after living in Everdark Island for nearly a thousand years. After assisting the Verdant Empire in defeating the Kingdom of Oz, they were finally recognized, granted knighthoods, and guarded the country.
The northern frontier of the empire.
Such a group of remnants have always been united, and they also have a special temperament, lonely and tenacious. They rarely interact with other nobles of the empire, and because their merits are the most difficult war since the establishment of the empire, and many sacrifices, so they
He also has a magnanimity and fearlessness that other great nobles do not have.
You can say they are conservative or old-fashioned, but you can also say they are firm and fearless. Many great nobles in the north still follow ancient traditions and customs.
Green long swords appeared in the hands, and seven golden-haired fairies pierced through the air like butterflies, drawing confusing and intertwined golden trajectories in the air, and then killed the four 'gods of death' in the air.
They let out silent shouts, and then turned into dust in the fiercely shining emerald lightsaber and dissipated into the air.
Although I don't want to make too many enemies, at this time, I have no room to hold back.
Lorrain Hill flew into the air again, and the palace wizards below began to cast another large-scale spell.
Temporary city walls and stairs slowly rose from the ground, and then solidified, forming a continuous fortress on the originally empty wilderness, and the soldiers of the Imperial Legion could occupy the high ground, shoot down their muskets, and suppress the situation.
This also turned an encounter into a siege.
"Such a terrain spell should be impossible for the opponent to resolve," a palace wizard said.
"It should be so. The other party is not a god. How can he have so much magic power to cast? Even if we jointly cast a spell, this super-level spell twice is the limit." Another companion shook his head.
On the other side of the battlefield, when the forward attack was blocked and the city fortress was gradually raised, a group of special legions also began to slowly advance.
The leading knight sat on a giant war horse about three meters high, holding a golden ax and halberd in his hand, looking into the distance. On the heavy armor as thick as a golem was a golden shield-shaped badge, with a fiery red dragon head among it.
This means that it belongs to the Bhaskar family.
A rapid blast of horns sounded, and now it was time for them to charge.
The knight in red gold armor looked back at the weak girl standing behind him, and patted the armor on his chest with his hand, making a metallic clang sound.
"Lottie, they are leaving." Finis told the girl in front of her.
Lottie nodded slightly, and then prayed silently in her heart.
This is the only fighting force left in the family, and she doesn't want these people to die in the war.
However, at present, I no longer have the qualifications to be willful.
Pray for them, O roaring angry dragon, and bless these brave knights.
I hope they can break free from the shackles of fate and open up a new sky.
She held the red pendant tightly around her heart, and the black dragon shadow in it seemed to be boiling, gradually burning, like the dragon's heart beating slowly.
Facing the mountain-like solid fortress, these last knights of the Red Dragon family began to charge.
The horse's hooves fell from the high hills and rocks, splashing pieces of soil and grass roots on the ground, and then began to move forward with a burst of neighing.
The majestic power burst out in the extraordinary core of the Dragon Sequence, like hot molten iron, and began to flow throughout the body, and the steel-like muscles gradually condensed.
The breath exhaled from the mouth and nose became increasingly hot, as if sparks were escaping from it.
Everything in the field of vision began to be so noisy and yet so quiet. In this chaotic and intertwined battlefield, it seemed that only the only target could be seen, while everything else became furnishings and debris.
Accelerate, start accelerating.
The lasing bullets made sparks and collision sounds on the armor, but it had no effect.
The enchanted mithril crossbow began to aim, and silver arrows shot down from the high platform one after another, penetrating into the body and firmly fixing the arrow body on the armor, like a hedgehog.
The arrow pierced into the armor was accompanied by the ups and downs of the body, stirring in the muscles, and the pain flowed like kerosene.
It's close, it's already close.
The huge ax and halberd in his hand slowly flattened, and then gradually shrank back.
Golden spiral cones are surrounding it layer by layer, making the shape of the ax and halberd even more incredible.
Finally, while advancing at high speed, the war horse leaped forward, and the golden spiral gun penetrated into the city with an unprecedented wave of air.
Bricks and stones shattered, people slipped and collapsed, and then golden fire exploded in the fortress.
Then one after another, the heavily armored red dragon knights charged forward, hitting the fortress like giant hammers one after another, and then collapsed the temporary city walls everywhere, tearing a hole in the complete front line.
"So reckless, so reckless, yet so irresistible." Lu Bin could only sigh as he looked at the gradually disintegrated and collapsed city fortress at the end of his field of vision.
He has always been a person who pursues wisdom, belief, and is keen on using thinking to solve problems. Unexpectedly, he saw an exception this time.
In the center of the battlefield, sparks and dust were flying. On top of the collapsed fortresses and walls, there were still surviving Imperial soldiers. They held up their muskets, aiming and shooting at the incapacitated knights.
Bullets ricocheted off the armor, making sparks and noises, but a small number of them shot through the gaps in the armor, creating pillars of blood.
"Come on!"
These fearless comrades in front of them opened up a way forward for their own side, and the soldiers on the side of the 'Drywood' also began to charge.
They used all their strength to run quickly on the ground, taking advantage of the dusty and chaotic situation on the opposite front to keep approaching.
Pfft——
The sharp bayonet was sent out with the waving of the arm, piercing an imperial soldier, then pulling it out with all his strength, and then rushed towards the next target.
Scattered bullets shuttled through the ruins, hitting soldiers on both sides from time to time. As more and more soldiers broke into the ruins of the fortress, the battle turned into a fierce close combat.
Some imperial soldiers simply threw down their muskets, armed with sharp sabers, and fought in the narrow alleys. They had received strict and sufficient close combat training, and now such a complex terrain was a perfect opportunity to use their personal strength.
After experiencing a period of failure, the soldiers of the "Drywood" organization quickly gathered together, bayonets outward, shooting from the rear, and moved closer step by step.
Although they have high fighting spirit, most of them are just recruits who have received one to two months of training. The best way at present is to gather with each other and rely on the strength of the group to protect their weaknesses and avoid close combat with the enemy.
If you look down from the sky, the center of this battlefield looks like a painting with clear lines daubed randomly to form a complex and blurry shape, and the battle line has also fallen into a state of erosion and anxiety.
Under such circumstances, even the most brilliant commander cannot convey and unify the orders, and the subsequent battle will depend on the will and fighting of the soldiers on both sides.
"The front line can only do this, let the subsequent cavalry raid and open the situation directly." The general on the empire side put down the telescope and ordered the messenger beside him.
"Yes, General." He replied loudly, and then quickly walked out of the hidden bunker. Soon, a loud horn sounded again.
Then the previously inactive cavalry began to rush out of the city fortress. They were divided into several groups, preparing to quickly pass through the chaotic front line, attack the enemy's rear, defeat the opponent's command group, and at the same time encircle and attack from behind.
The 'Drywood' organization lacks cavalry. If they cannot confine the enemy's cavalry to the front line, they will fall into infinite passivity in the future.
In the chaotic battlefield of fighting, one red thread seeped through it and shuttled out quickly, and they also started the fastest charge towards the opponent's rear formation.
These cavalrymen were like fangs on the ground, slowly cutting apart the "Drywood" soldiers on the south side.
Charge and counter-charge, encirclement and counter-encirclement, are intertwined on the front.
"So, our last weight has to be put on it."
Lorraine Hill, whose hair had returned to blue, stood on the hillside, looking at the approaching cavalry below, and slowly waved his hand down.
Warriors wearing Bilin armor walked through the forest, stepping forward.
The jade-like steel blade is nearly transparent in the sun, and the scales on the body also reflect bursts of light.
These Sequence 4 Bilin Guards are the most elite force in the 'Fairy Wood' organization, and as they advance, witches are also singing softly in the forest, various amplifying and strengthening spells for
of singing.
Soon, the trembling sound of horse hooves began to be heard on the ground, and these warriors gradually tightened their grip on their shields and weapons.