Dust of History Chapter 67: War and chaos (continued)

Countless blood flowers, fragments of clothes, and skin fragments mixed with the back scattered all over the person's surroundings like fireworks in an instant.

This is not the effect of the fireball that caused him to rise suddenly. The body of the person who sent the fireball to his back also had the light of fighting spirit. The impact of the explosion just changed his body position, Did not cause any actual harm to him. This is all because of the arrow passing under him, that is, behind his back.

The arrow itself was two or three meters away from him, and the white light around the arrow just happened to brush against his back, and the body that could not be damaged by the explosion instantly collapsed amidst the huge roar of the white passing by. Scattered like broken catkins. If the position of this person is one inch lower, or the trajectory of this arrow can rise one inch, then this person's entire back will be torn to pieces like a wyvern.

But with such an inch, this person is only injured, but not dead. Moreover, he successfully dodged this time instead of parrying, so he still had room to make a move. At this moment, the active-passive relationship has been completely reversed. A green fireball instantly formed in his hands and came towards the exhausted Temple Knight.

Wilsky didn't panic under the extreme shock. Although he was exhausted because of the full-strength arrow, it was just him, and the griffin under him was not. Although the high speed of this fireball is fast enough, it is at least much slower than the arrow he shot. After all, it is more than a hundred meters away. He clamped his legs, and the griffin flapped its wings and hid aside.

But when the griffin just flapped its wings and moved, two green fireballs appeared on the man's hands at the same time. He shouted loudly, and while waving his hands, the two fireballs came towards Will Skye again.

Even if the fireball is a low-level magic, it is difficult for even a magician to complete such a three-shot burst in an instant, but this is not the most surprising thing for the temple knights. What surprised him was that the two green fireballs didn't come towards him in a straight line, but drew an arc in the air respectively. Shoot at him from two different angles. This is exactly the same way as the arc-shaped arrow he shot just now.

The two fireballs were spinning rapidly. The high-speed rotation and the force of the fire caused the **** to bend slightly, and the surrounding air was also whistling in this rapid rotation. Although it's pure magic. It doesn't have fighting spirit attached to it like the Wellsky's arrow, but the arc caused by the rotation of the sphere itself is far larger and more perfect than his arrow just now. The two fireballs flew towards the same point in two opposite directions and opposite angles, and this point was also the position of the griffin.

Wilsky had to admit that this was indeed an extremely difficult opponent. Whether it's contingency, tactics or skills, they are all at a first-class level, and they can actually push themselves to such an almost desperate situation with their own strength. No matter whether it is the fighting spirit or muscle strength in his body, he can no longer shoot the magic-breaking arrow to resist the green fireball, and if the fireball that hits left and right can suddenly change direction and dodge during this movement, unless he is not riding a griffin but fly. So he can neither hide. Can't resist, the only thing to do is escape.

The judgment and decisiveness of the temple knights made Welsky go from being surprised to judging the situation to finally turning over and running away. Within four or five meters, the two fireballs pinched the Griffin precisely.

There was a muffled bang. The griffin didn't even have time to scream, its huge body was melted and eroded in the green flames like wax in an instant. The green flames and the unique corpse odor of necromantic magic spread around like waves, and the spreading speed was even faster than the falling speed of the temple knights.

Wilsky sighed, raised his left arm and used the Holy Guardian Shield. Although he couldn't manipulate the protective shield to protect the space as large as himself and the griffin, it was still possible to protect only the top of himself. That crystal white light shield appeared in time. Can barely withstand the green flames flying downwards.

At this time, the arrow shot by the man just now finally hit the trees below at a place almost beyond the line of sight, and countless thick trees broke and fell down like weeds under a sickle. The arrow actually forcibly plowed a trajectory through the trees.

Activating the Feather Fall technique attached to the Glorious Armor, Wellsky looked at the opponent who was falling like him a hundred meters away, and he could see that he was also looking at him, with a look in his eyes that was about to The fierceness of hunting prey. Then that person pulled out the magic scroll from his arms, unfolded it, and a white thunderball burst out and rushed towards him.

Compared with the speed between the arrow and the fireball just now, the speed of the thunderbolt released by this scroll is no different from walking. In Wilsky's eyes, it clearly fell towards him along a trajectory. The location flies. But he can only watch this little deadly thing gradually approaching. The green flames above his head make him unable to remove the protective shield, and he has no other way to change his air. position or to stop this thunderstorm bomb. The only thing he can do is to twist his body in mid-air and use his back to meet a lightning ball.

Amid the loud noise, the Griffon riders below couldn't help but look up at the mid-air, and they could just see Welsky was thrown far away by the sudden explosion of electric light and air waves. A large amount of blood spurted from the mouth of the temple knight spread all the way, and together with the green flames, it fell all over the sky like scattered fireworks.

The body was thrown away like a cannonball, and Wilsky felt that the skeletal muscles on his back had all been mixed together, and the heart, liver, spleen and lungs seemed to be rushing out of his throat together with blood. But he also understood that he was only injured, very seriously, but he would not die. If there is any armor in this world that can defend against such high-level magic attacks, it is the only earth magic armor blessed with holy power. The armor on his back was only dented under such a huge impact, and did not break.

But Will Skye knew he had lost. This kind of injury is no matter how advanced the healing magic on the glorious armor is. He was also unable to pull the golden war bow anymore. Even the explosion blasted him hundreds of meters away, and he didn't know if he would still be able to stand up again and rush to the battlefield over there after he landed.

In the trees over there, the grievances of the griffins were constantly ringing. Suddenly, farther away. A huge scream that was not inferior to the explosion of the thunderball just now came out in vain, drowning out all the sounds in the forest like a tsunami. Dispersed. Just by the volume, it can be heard that this huge howl is definitely not from the mouth of a human being. And the listener can feel the pain and anger contained in this voice. More just is the bloodthirsty rage and the **** of the beast.

Only the sound of metal and iron clanging was highlighted in this roar, and then an object broke through the trees and flew into the air at that place.

Wilsky was the furthest from there, but only his eyesight could see that what flew into the air was a huge battle gun. The body of the gun was covered with traces of huge impacts and chopping, and even the shape of the battle gun was completely distorted and deformed.

Of course Will Skye knew who the gun belonged to, and he was also vaguely aware of what it meant for the weapon to fly into the air. Anxiety, anger, and sadness flooded into my heart like a tide. At this time, he landed on the trunk of a big tree. As soon as his feet stepped on the object, his chest suddenly surged, and a mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably from his throat. At the same time, his consciousness became confused and dimmed. He rolled over from the opposite branch and fell to the ground. I don't know anything anymore.

I don't know how long it took before Wellsky slowly regained consciousness and opened his eyes.

What came into view was the top of a tent, and the dim fire flickered to illuminate the huge griffin statue on the tent. It was already night, and this place seemed to be the commander of Erasia's army.

"My lord, you are awake." A voice sounded next to him, and Wellsky turned his head with difficulty to see that it was the young templar Javi.

"Where's Edrick?" Will Skye asked. The heart-piercing pain on his back made him realize that this was not a dream or some kind of paradise.

Jarvi shook his head, sighed and said, "I'm sorry, we arrived late... Lord Edric's body has already been sent back, but the armor of radiance has been taken away by the orcs. .”

Wilsky felt that anger and sadness ran through his body like a red-hot sword, and even every muscle and bone could feel the sharp and hot pain, his body and expression They couldn't help but twitched uncontrollably.

Javi was silent for a while, and continued: "Just now news came from the troops of the Kingdom of Judas in the north... Lord Christine and Division Jenny have also been killed..."

"What?" Wellsky jumped up from the bed, but then fell down again, with blood oozing from the bandage on his back. He couldn't feel the weakness and pain of his body at all, he still wanted to struggle to get up, the muscles of his face and facial features were twisted out of control. "How is this possible, what is going on?"

"The two of them were also lured out of the army by the orcs, and each led a small team to attack...but they were ambushed. According to those who escaped, the one who killed Lord Christine was just a bare-handed man. The man in question must be Gru. There is no one alive on the side of Priest Bai Zhenni, but judging from the traces left by countless magic explosions on the battlefield, it may be Sedros."

"It's still nearly a thousand miles away from Oufu. As the leader of Oufu, how could the two of them come to the coalition army alone?"

"From the very beginning, the strategy and tactics were to find a way to lure the adults out of the army, and the two leaders of Oufu went to the front line to set up an ambush. This seems to be specially designed for the Lord Knights of the Temple It is a trap that is determined to win."

"As you expected, we were all too careless." Welsky sighed and closed his eyes. The extreme anger and sadness were finally endured by his steely will and nerves, but what he got in return was a sense of complete powerlessness and exhaustion. "Even if His Majesty the Pope and Lord Lancelot specifically instructed us, we are still careless."

The face of the young templar did not show the slightest fluctuation, neither joy nor worry. He just nodded, and said lightly: "Even if the adults were not affected by the strategy that Oufu adopted before, the coalition forces were confused. When the morale was low at that time, the attack of the adults was actually the same. Some have no choice. However...the adults are indeed a little careless. If several of them can carry a few top-level magic scrolls on their bodies, maybe...the situation will be better..."

Wilsky was silent for a moment. He sighed sadly: "Indeed, we were careless."

Although top-level magic scrolls are extremely valuable items for ordinary warriors or magicians, they are nothing to Celeste. But almost every Templar knight will hardly wear these things on his body. Each of them ascended to the extreme position of warriors by relying on their superb superhuman martial arts skills and actual combat. And it is necessary to carry magic scrolls and magic props with you at all times, which is only a newbie like Talis, and it even looks a little childlike and ridiculous in their eyes.

But at the current situation, it is their self-esteem of warriors that seems pathetic in the end. If he can have the same magic scroll as the queen in the sky, he will win without a doubt. Among the magic scrolls stored in the Glorious Castle, Thunderbolt can only be regarded as a relatively low-grade thing. And if Edrick could also carry the magic scroll with him, then... Wellsky felt a twitch in his chest, and didn't think about it any further. Because it's useless to think about it.

Samurai Javi said: "I have submitted a report to His Majesty the Pope and Lord Lancelot. The loss this time is too great for us, so I suggest... hand over the command of all troops Return the generals of various countries."

"Why?" Will Skye asked. "They are all led by the armies of each country, and they underestimate the enemy. Once they are allowed to act indiscriminately, they will definitely go straight to fight on their own. It's just for Ou Fuke to take advantage of it."

"The loss this time reflects a major strategic disadvantage of ours. This is the result of the confusion in the command authority. And we know too little about Oufu, because there is no way to install spies there. , so we know almost nothing about them. According to the report, Gru left with a teleportation scroll after killing Lord Christine. And the surviving Griffin Rider here also saw Lord Edrick There used to be a blue light from the teleportation scroll near the place of death. It seems... Maybe Oufu has established his own teleportation magic circle. After all, they are very close to the Sandefys Mountains. It is very convenient to get the Eye of the Star and the Eye of the Star fragments."

"What I don't know more about is their combat effectiveness and the tactics they can use. For example, pairing a wyvern with a ballista refined by a dwarf can completely suppress a griffin at a long distance like this. The combat individual of the orcs and People are different, and the combat methods they can use are different from those of conventional troops. Oufu is a better tactician and strategist. All previous combat experience may not be used, and it may become a shackle in thinking. So if we want to To win, you must at least try to let Oufu expose his combat methods and combat capabilities."

"Your intention to return the command to them is to let them try?"

"It's not just that. The death of the three adults this time has reduced our prestige in the coalition forces to the lowest point. The next command will only be more difficult. Instead of holding on to the command power, it is better to just Let them act independently. When they have suffered enough and found that Oufu is not as easy to deal with as they imagined, it will be more convenient for us to approach again."

"Have you suffered enough? How much? 30,000 soldiers killed? Or 50,000 soldiers?" Wellsky looked at Warrior Javi. Although he was weak, his eyes were still sharp. "You intend to send tens of thousands of soldiers who were originally fighting for the glory of the Lord to their deaths just for the sake of temptation?"

"Since it's war~IndoMTL.com~ there will be no undead. And in my opinion, this is indeed the most effective way now." The young templar replied quietly, his face under the dark firelight Calm as a sculpture. "My lord, don't worry, the coalition forces are all experienced in battles. After all, the coalition army has a total of 100,000 troops, and Oufu has only a few thousand people after all, so no matter how much they lose, they will not be completely defeated. After these failures, they Only with the impetuous spirit and underestimating the enemy will he restrain himself, and only then will he truly obey Celeste's command."

"In any case, I will not agree with your suggestion." Will Skye grunted and shook his head. Although he also knew that maybe this was indeed a solution, he couldn't accept it.

Samurai Javi shrugged and said: "I just informed the adults as usual. I have sent someone to Celeste for the report of this suggestion..."

Wilsky said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty will not agree, there must be other ways."

Samurai Javi said nothing more, just gave a salute and exited the tent.

Ten days later, Celeste's order finally came. His Majesty the Pope ordered: All Templar Knights in the coalition forces should return to Celeste, and the command of all troops should be returned to the generals of various countries.