Dust of History Chapter 19: Battle (Part 1)

A dim ball rises very high on the horizon. If there is nothing in the sky, no one will believe that the ball of light, like a candle that will be extinguished immediately, is in the past. Here is the sun that can blind your eyes just looking directly at it.

It's very cold, the sunless desert is not much warmer than the ice field, and this kind of cold is dry cold, cold without any moisture at all, as cold as death. The dead gray sky is like a huge pot cover, without a trace of clouds, let alone birds, only the sun like a will-o'-the-wisp hangs lifelessly on it. This Flying Dragon Desert, which used to be like a scorching hell, now looks like a huge cemetery. Even though the tens of thousands of the most elite troops in the entire continent are standing here, the air is still full of silence and cold death.

Not only is detection and judgment based on the magic map, there are constant scouts and scouts who are watching the movement of the king of the dead and the army of the dead, and the dispatch of the front line is still meticulous and seamless. As planned, all the available troops have arrived, and they are all here quietly waiting for the coming common enemy.

The tens of thousands of troops did not make any sound, only the occasional clanging and forceful sound of life, the atmosphere and the huge pressure here made them speechless.

Two huge blue gates of different dimensions are flickering, and a steady stream of orc troops and warrior mages are lining up and filing out. This is the last batch and the most elite group of fighters. Walking behind the troops were Captain Roland and Lancelot. As well as the two tower masters of Aide Lide and Glendon.

The last ones to step out of the gate of another dimension are two people. Gru and Asa.

Gelu was still naked from the upper body, without any protective gear. He doesn't seem to need these things at all. But now he is holding the black longbow in his hand.

Completely different from when it was in the hands of the elf patrol soldiers, this phantom bow is no longer plain black, with a faint layer of shimmering light flowing on it. The complicated and difficult-to-decipher Yufu in the wave light is rising and disappearing.

"What a big battle..." The gate of another dimension behind him slowly closed, Asa looked at the tens of thousands of troops in front of him, and sighed.

At a glance, they are all people. And these are no ordinary people. They are all the most outstanding fighters. It's just that the purpose of these soldiers here is to **** him desperately.

Looking back, behind them was a tall, majestic and boundless black mountain range. This is what he has heard countless times. The Shadow Spiral Mountains that I hadn't seen until now. Di Yagu, Necromancer Guild and the Black Star are just behind this boundless mountain range.

Incomparably thick black aura is spreading out from that direction, the place is already pitch black, and it is almost impossible to tell where is the sky and where is the mountain with the naked eye. This mountain range is like a gigantic tombstone. Not just his tombstone, but everyone's tombstone.

It was the first time to come to this place where he had been entangled with him for so long, Asa's hand was tightly clenched on the knife at his waist. It was his own knife, and the hand holding the knife still wore the king's ring that had exhausted its strength.

Originally, when the shining castle was arrested, the knife was searched away. This is what he asked Lancelot to send someone to the ruins of the Castle of Glory to find it. I don't know whether it was infected by the breath of the king of the dead or washed away by the majestic light power of the archangel. The original magic attached to it has disappeared, and the knife has returned to an unsurprisingly ordinary weapon. The ordinary weapon that he collected and made by his father himself.

Choosing a random magic weapon in the church and magic academy is definitely more powerful than this knife, but Asa still brought this knife. What he wanted was not a weapon. It's the feeling of holding the knife. As it is now, the unpretentious yet familiar touch from his hand can give him a little more peace.

Asa is wearing the robe of the ghost king. As if affected by the fluctuations from the depths of the Shadow Spinning Mountain Range, this magic robe seemed to come alive, echoing the breath of his body, and breathing with the breath from the depths of the Mountain Range. The air condensed as if dead. The robe was shaking slightly.

"That guy is more than sixty miles away from here..." Asa closed his eyes and said. Relying on the feeling from the robe of the ghost king to connect. He could feel the huge fluctuations that were coming here.

"No, it's only twenty miles away." Lancelot said not far away, and a red flag in the distance was waving in a specific way, which was the news from the front scouts.

"Twenty miles?" Asa's feeling was very clear, but he also knew that Lancelot's men could not make such a mistake.

"What you feel is just the guy at the core." Gru said lightly.

"That is to say, this army of undead has a radius of about forty miles." Edlie's voice sounded a little chilly.

Lancelot said: "According to the report a few days ago, there is only a range of twenty miles."

"The closer you get to here, the stronger the effect of the dark star." Asa said. On his back, in the larger and darker place deep in the Shadow Spiral Mountains, a stronger feeling is roaring and churning, about to rush out and drown everything and crush it. "Probably before our army was assembled, all the undead in the Shadow Spiral Mountain Range had already taken the initiative to approach him. Not to mention the real uprooting of the Black Star, as long as he can enter the Diya Valley, I am afraid no one will be able to stop him It's ~IndoMTL.com~forty miles..." Captain Roland sighed softly.

"It doesn't matter how many miles, just kill and attack." Gelu said lightly.

"That's right." Lancelot nodded, then took a deep breath, and roared out the rolling voice. "All listen to the order, the battle begins. Let's go."

The roar was like a thunderbolt, trying to tear apart the dead silence around here, reaching everyone's ears.

"Let's go...go...go..." The voices of orders echoed everywhere like echoes, and the tens of thousands of troops who had been standing here were like a gigantic monster waking up. , started to move, and drove towards the already visible black ahead.

I don't know who roared first, all the soldiers on the march started shouting and roaring. No one deliberately mobilized morale. This was a desire to survive from the depths of the soul in this dead gray cemetery that had been suppressed for a long time. Even the priests and magicians couldn't help shouting together. The shouts of tens of thousands of people converged into a giant dragon galloping and screaming in this lifeless space. Finally, this dead world seemed to be opened Aunt has some fluctuations.