The Amber Sword: Act 482 Supreme Fortress


The green glow faded.

A dark green shadow emerged in the air.

It's like a poem floating in the wind, magnificent and majestic. The towering treetop is unfolding, covering the sky like an umbrella cover. The majestic and straight trunk is as tall as a giant tower in the clouds. Fluttering flocks of birds, surrounding the forest of cloud summit, are slow and elegant, majestic and magnificent.

That's a fortress, the sacred palace of Warrior, the temple of Heroic Spirit. There are layers of city barriers in the clouds, built on intricate branches and veins, and among countless towers, a heavy crossbow car is being pushed out of it, and the little cross is a steel crossbow. Ya.

A row of lightly armored Forest Elf shooters are heading up to the city. In the call of the shooter Captain, they stop and then turn to face the battlefield, placing the corner of the long bow in their hands on the ground, uniform The movement of the bow arm flashed with a soft silver luster, which stood like a forest.

A long horn sound echoed in the north wind.

The everyones on the battlefield all have their heads raised, their mouths widened, their faces look dull, and they stare blankly at this scene.

Somebody's sword fell to the ground, but he didn't know it.

The Knights's mounts are planing on the ground with four hoofs and blowing their noses, but Knights unconsciously holds the reins, like a stone statue on horseback.

"So, what is that ...?" Baron Dahl's mouth was enough to hold a duck egg, and even his eyes burst out: "What the **** is that!?"

He subconsciously wanted to catch the people around him, but Hollis pushed away the annoying guy. The look in the eyes of the Sasaarland wizard Boss is no longer shockable. He immediately turned and yelled at others:

"Quickly launch an attack, don't let it locate, this is plane transition spell of cream of the crop!"

"Ah, no, we are locked by spell!"

"This is a countermeasure by Space, all anchor classes spell will automatically fail!"

"Spell-character response, using the silent spellcast method"

"It is also impossible, the second to third floor channels of tiamatLaws are all congested, and the other party directly deprived us of permissions!"

"It's fighting for permissions with us!?"

"Who is it, how can this be possible!"

"No, it closes all channels related to Space ... there is no way to stop it, Space Laws is here already is invalidated ..."

"That's ..."

wizards is messy.

But Hollis already stopped silently. He turned around and looked at this fortress as if he was walking from illusion into the realistic fortress, and suddenly understood everything in his heart.

"Stop it," he said, "That's the Holy War fortress. It has supreme authority in this area. You can't take it."

Everyone looked at each other.

Hollis waved his hand sharply: "What are you still doing to prepare the fleet to meet the enemy!"

"Count of Swallowburg," he was really reluctant to mention the name: "The lord has entrusted us to assist you, and you understand how disappointing it will be."

Baron Dahl only a stimulus came over, and the hatred color flashed in the narrow eyes: "I will called them good-looking!" Speaking, the crystal on his arm flickered slightly, toward Twilight on the battlefield. Minions conveyed the one's own command.

The maggots chasing south noble and soldiers flew up, letting the survivors escape by chance. After the disaster, people in tears raises head, seeing those monsters fly to the sky as if they received any instructions, converged into a torrent, and flew towards the green shadow in the air.

"It was the Trentheim people who saved us ..." The idea came to everyone at the same time.

Valhalla's huge root system is taking shape. The coiled roots suddenly shoot out in all directions. "The coordinates of the 789th root system are determined, and the other seven groups of roots are unfolded. The coordinates are ..." floating in the hall of the tree The girl at the top of crystal reads a set of data expressionlessly. Light Spirit Monica flew up and down beside her, screaming: "Give them a good look, Valhalla!"

The roots that stretch out horizontally look like a rounded giant arm, sweeping out thousands of meters. Baron Dahl's eyes widened: "No!" But the maggot army already was hit straight. In front of World Tree roots with a diameter of tens of meters or even hundreds of meters, the tapeworm is just a real worm. Hundreds of thousands of tapeworms were immediately hit and crushed into bones. After the giant arm swept, the sky was clear. The number of troops is more than a third less.

Baron Dahl is desperate, but the disaster is not over for him. The Crystallines on the ground have no single consciousness, they only move forward blindly, and the Valhalla falling from the sky is taking root, and the roots must be extended to the ground. After a loud noise, the root system of Valhalla fell into the purple waves like a giant whip.

The army of Crystalline on the field of Old was torn apart immediately, and then the sky was dark, because the entire Valhalla fortress was slowly descending. But the so-called gradual decline is only relatively speaking. The envelope range of tens of kilometers is unavoidable.

"The injection of Cooldown fluid started, Mana is expected to run out in one minute, all coordinates are checked, and the output of Mana is disconnected ..." said the girl calmly: "Valhalla transition is completed, Cooldown starts, and it is expected to recharge in 15 minutes. Done. "

"A lot of nutrients!" Monica shook her fist in excitement: "The opponent's Commander must be a fool!"

Valhalla was standing in the middle of the battlefield in a long loud noise, and the stretched treetop was like a proud giant. The whole city and the fortress are trembling, but its designers have considered this for a long time. A large number of petrified arch structures make the fortress as stable as Mount Tai.

When Baron Dahl in midair saw this scene, already's eyes were black and he passed out.

Hollis looked at this guy with a disgusted look. He was extremely disgusted with this mentally retarded already, but he could not do without the other party on the battlefield. He reached out and pointed a cold ray on the face of Baron Dahl, who A scream awakened.

"Let the Ascaris to drag the fleet of Trentheim people, and cooperate with our fleet to attack, Crystalline on the ground is still dominant, as well as your Swallowburg capable clan army, the ground strength of Trentheim people is not worth mentioning."

Baron Dahl looked cold, and nodded quickly: "I understand, I understand, Lord Hollis."

"Raise the bow"

Forestsong Legion's deputy Commander Feini shouted that the long Forest Elf girl stepped on the elf leather boots on the city head of Valhalla, flung her long hair, and pointed her sword forward with a graceful action.

With her movements, Wind Archer raised the long bow in their hands in a row.

The three magic formations on the silver bow arm light up in turn.

Magic vector.

The elegance of the wind.

Ke enemy first.

The hunter father and son are also on the city head, standing next to the dwarf Odhum. At this moment, the fortress master is wearing heavy armor, holding a small warhammer in his hand, wearing a heavy dwarf helmet, only two round Little eyes.

The teenager was too excited, but the middle-aged man was pale. The dwarf master stabbed the battlements with his hands on his feet, but still couldn't see the sight of the city, and murmured eagerly: "Tell me, outside How's it going?! "

Feini's beautiful singing-like voice came from afar:

"Put it!"

A sound of creaking and grating came.

The teenager only heard the howling of the wind, as if there was a strong wind blowing across the city's head. Hundreds of feather arrows flew out at once, shrinking into countless fine black dots. The sky is all dark.

The roundworm is spreading out and rushes to the upper layer of treetop of Valhalla. The storm of arrow(s) rushed forward. The dozens of maggots that were the first to hit it suddenly flew dozens of arrow(s) and demonized's arrow(s) burst immediately after hitting the target. Even the Twilight species was blown up. The flesh is fuzzy.

The first batch of tapeworms fell down like rain, but for the total amount of this army, the loss was minimal.

"Raise the bow"

"Piercing arrows, change to the second set of Enchanting plans."

Feini sees the status frowned, and immediately orders.

A good archer can shoot twelve arrows in one minute, but that is far from their limit for Forest Elf. For the elegant Valhalla exclusive legion wind shooter of blessed/buffed wind, the ultimate rate of fire of elven girl only depends on how many arrow(s) they have.

The maggot army has not yet passed the storm of the first wave of arrow rain, and the second wave of arrow rain will be already.

Baron Dahl just showed a clue smile and freezes on his face.

This wave of arrow(s) Enchanting has retarded and applied gravity. The number of Ascaris army drops is smaller than before, but the speed of Ascaris being hit is obviously slower and separated from other swarms.

It's just a time to breathe. The third wave of arrow rain comes as expected.

The teenager cried in surprise: "Each of them can distinguish different goals, how to do it!"

"They are elf, everyone are natural shooters, stupid!" the middle-aged hunter replied angrily.

"The elf can't do it either. It is the target designated by Valhalla. This is the power of the Holy War fortress!" Odhum grumbled at the battlements and complained, "You can't tell me what happened outside Right? "

"Sorry, Mr. Odhum, I'm really shocked," the boy replied embarrassedly, "Strange, why don't those monsters attack us, they are flying to treetop."

"They are going to attack our port." Odhum exclaimed: "A bunch of idiots!"

Continuously more maggots are hit. The change in speed has caused a great difference in the formation of the entire maggot army. Their original offensive targets have become layered at this moment, but have been faintly dragged into In the shape of a snake.

Even though he is incompetent like Baron Dahl in the sky, he can see the problem at this moment, but he is so anxious as an ant on a hot pot that he doesn't know how to deal with the current dilemma.

Feini sneered and whistled.

…… (To be continued ~ ^ ~.) For mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net


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