The Amber Sword: Act 852 Final Battle II

"Birus' third line of defense has been breached!"

"Sir Laval's battalion asks for support!"

"Enemy flying units appear in Sphinx --"

"They are at twelve o'clock!"

Veronica keeps his face cold.

The female Army Commander made a gesture towards the heavy crossbowman from Atadi, not far away, and the officer saluted her and rushed over the city barrier with the crossbowman wearing heavy armor.

Purple arcs light up the sky from time to time, flashes is gone, but it is enough to illuminate the entire huge battlefield.

The bright light spots rises and falls, reflecting the light blue network -- behind. It is a light curtain -- with a width of about ten kilometers. Behind it, already completely rises from Underground in the air, and the surface is glittering with metal. luster is like a hexahedral prism with a length of several kilometers.

And that's Tower of Babel.

Under the background of this giant tower, the crisscross mountains in Alkesh area are just like pocket sandboxes. The human defense system is more like linear dust.

As for the human soldiers who rely on these fortresses to resist, they are almost invisible.

However, when the number of small existence is enough to cover the entire valley, the entire land is still dyed with the color --. The undulating hills on one side are the red positions of Kirrlutzian, and the other side is the purple ocean pushing forward. The two are intertwined with each other.

Veronica is staring at the heavy crossbowman moving up along the walled walkway.

At this distance, more than sixty crossbowmen are as small as a creeping black line. The maggots roared down in the sky, and the crossbowman had to stop to erect the tower shield, and from time to time someone fell off the wall.

Death here is nothing more than ordinary.

Veronica There is some peace in her heart, just like life and death can no longer make her heart wave, this mechanical apathy covers the everyone on the battlefield. She frowned and put her hand on the lower abdomen. The squamous armour was full of eye-catching rose red outside, and there was a mouth ripped open by six-inch long fangs.

Only a moment, another beam of lilac arc across the sky --

The crisscross mountains and valleys hiding below tangled and complicated, the whole world is completely reflected by purple.

But after a moment, the world returns to darkness, and the rampant battlefield is instantly invisible.

The Elementalist empires on the Minaret of Omniscience are brewing to fight back, the chanting echoes in the night sky, and a bright golden flame ring appears above the clouds.

Fire rain appeared in the sky. The golden red flames with long tail marks, like the molten steel pouring from the clouds, the scattered sparks fell deep into the valley of Alkesh. Before the flames landed, a dense Crystalline ocean appeared.

They are advancing in the sea of ​​fire.

I trampled on death.

Although Crystallines have not yet broken into the last few lines of defense.

But it's not far off.

In the history of Vaunde, defense will never be isolated in the wars that have been fought around the city barriers and fortresses, even if it is a legendary fortress built by God races like ‘Tower of Babel’.

Only with the decline of the era above the clouds, the defense system built by those great existences has disappeared this morning. The glorious history has been buried in the dust in the past, and today it is only scarred. .

Although Wind Elf and Kirrlutzian rebuilt this system.

How can mortal's poor craftsmanship be comparable to the miracles created by God racess? Babel once had a reputation of never falling, but now, no one dares to boast Haikou.

The defenders all understand that this fortress can be used as a support for their spirit / mind, but it doesn't have much hole cards.

Veronica stands in place, occasionally looking west, and that direction is the position of elves, at this moment the arrow is falling like rain.

The strong dominance of the gold elf shooter on the battlefield effectively curbed the forward momentum of the Crystalline army, but a huge siege-level Crystalline figure immediately appeared in the Crystalline ocean, and the floating purple began to advance again. elves was forced to retreat, and a little gap was etched in the complete defense line.

Wind Elf transferred the most elite guards from Hurricane legion and elf courts from Four Borders Plain. The former is a six-century enemy of Akagi legion, and the latter is Commander Guards -- handed down from the Sage era. Formerly Correct twenty-four Wind Knight.

But King of Lorrainedale -- Wind Elf's Commander Istorville Thane is more clear, and the power available to him is not abundant.

He had to transfer the most important elf shooter out of half to support human allies, otherwise the remnants of the two Kirrlutzian green and black legion, which were hardly saved from East Metz, may have died of blood in this war.

This is a consideration on the battlefield, but more importantly, elf values ​​their commitment.

Although the two have been the deadly enemies several times in the past few centuries, the vows engraved on the slate by a thousand years ago have also been existence. Perhaps on this day elves decided to choose such a place to die and they would not die. Believe in the people behind you without hesitation.

Even if the other party is Kirrlutzian.

The battle already has reached the most intense stage. The stormy waves are not enough to describe the Crystalline's offensive. They still stand in the human fortresses of the most frontline. One by one, the Knight is summoned to read those that have not fallen. Under the name army -- but this list is getting shorter and shorter.

"Sir Marks and his Highland Infantry battalion are calling for help, and Sp. Leeuwin is still there. Wade Sword Saint and his battalion are on retreat ..."

A sheet of parchment was thrown into the aisle.

Finally, there is the last one left on his skinny hand.

The third line of defense has now been declared broken.

There is also a final reef among this raging wave.

"Sir Valaell is still here!"

"Sir Wallar they retreated into the Golden Citadel fortress."

When thinking about the third pass, Knight came to raises head in amazement and trembled: "Sir Laval ... Sir Laval they are still there."

Many people are stuck.

In the Vala deed, there is a place called Shetti, where a brown river flows.

On that fertile ground, a group of people have fought mountain people for generations. They are descendants of Kirrlutzian, but they are not tolerated in the mainstream society of the empire. The Shetites like to ridicule the imperial family's small family spirit, because they are descendants of warrior, and for decades, the each Shetite people have hated the Empire for their betrayal.

The Empire tolerates mountain people, but forgets the Shetites.

Laval Count is an authentic Shetti man. He is stubborn and conservative, and is not tolerated by high society. What is even more irritating is that he is a so-called dissident. Simply speaking, He is a diehard of the Constance Queen.

People like this are naturally not flattering there, not to mention the fact that after the fall of Constance, if the empire did not fall, -- who was originally supposed to deprive noble status might have to go on a gallows.

Duke of Ludwig once ridiculed that this man was not interested, and noble, who lost in the East Metz War, was even more angry, and more than once publicly declared that these farmers from Shati were a group of barbarians.

But the Sheti people are brave and fierce, and the history of this area is rich in the best shooters and light infantry of the entire empire.

Central -- of the battlefield

Crystalline climbed the outer city wall, and the Shedi people retreated into the city. Crystalline broke the city, and the She people stayed in the inner city. After the inner city walls changed hands, the people in the city returned to the minaret.

They have very little left, but the minaret still stands.

It's like a fang pierced into the purple ocean.

Duke of Ludwig subconsciously approached the battlement, "What are you doing, save them to --!" He bulged up, like a angry lion, roaring at his own Knights.

A hand interrupted him and Mangrove looked at the ordering Knight.

Knight's voices are a little stiff: "Sir Laval and his warriors request support ..."

"What support do they need?"

"Sir, let's see for yourself ..."

A tiny figure climbed to the top of the minaret, and a flag rose on top of it.

"It's Sir Laval!" someone exclaimed.

But more people are watching the flag silently.

That's a brown flag, the shape of a piece of land on the flag, that is the land that the Shetites have guarded for generations, their homeland, the fertile field surrounded by brown rivers.

The brown white-bellied eagle owl represents the fearless spirit of the Sheti people, and the ears of rice contain the deepest hope of this land. Trustworthy.

It was a purple raging wave.

It is also a banner of loneliness.

Many people shed tears and felt remorse for what they did.

These farmers from Sheti have proved their loyalty and bravery to the empire, but the empire can no longer make up for its narrowness and prejudice, and perhaps the root cause of all the breakdown of Correct.

At this moment, Mangrove suddenly thought of the small frontier country in the southern part of the empire, the fearless monarch, and the sword he had taken away.

Duke of Ludwig leaned weakly against the wall, silent did not say a word.

"They, requesting the use of the Golden Flame Angel ..." the Knight of the order whispered.

"Target." Mangrove asked softly.

The Knight was ordered to open his mouth, but in fact everyone has the answer to already.

It's like a king needs both a scepter and a sword to maintain his majesty, and the Golden Flame Angel, Babel, is a sword that symbolizes justice and majesty. The golden beams of light converge along the hexagonal prism from the bottom to the top. They may have traveled for several kilometers, but it took only a moment to gather already to a point.

The sky is lit as if the capital already, and the clouds are burning.

A flaming beam of light penetrates into the dark mountains from top to bottom, and then spreads into tens of millions of ray of light beams, plowing through the ocean of Crystalline. With just one hit, tens of thousands of Crystalline will be wiped out.

The entire offensive of the Purple Ocean is stagnant.

But at the very center of the beam of light, the towering minaret remains only the charred remains.

The banner turned into a bit of ashes, drifting in the breeze before Dawn.

Some noble ladies covered their faces and lost their voices, crying and crying over the city walls, but they couldn't bear the horrific killing.

Golden Flame Angel shouldn't be used at this time, but people know that only the bravest ones deserve the sword -- Sheti prove their bravery. Mangrove patted the shoulder of old fellow as he walked down the city, which meant to tell Duke of Ludwig:

Many people will die here, but the living must fight.

At the Sphinx of the Sphinx, a battle that had no suspense was announced, and humans have no hope of winning.

The young officer from Atadi stood on the wall and saluted Knight to one's own Army Commander. The other person's gaze came with that kind of respect from the heart. Then he jumped and fell down the cliff.

Countless tapeworms are climbing up the city.

Veronica looked at this scene expressionlessly.

"It's time to retreat," Mephisto told her.

"I can't even remember his name, but I know that the child is Knight of the Swordbreaker Knight group," she told Grey Sword Saint softly: "They are the best youngster in the empire."

"I know them," Mephisto knows these enemies he once was: "worth admiring."

"Bring my horse, I'm going to meet Istorville."

Speaking, she turned and left.

Mephisto grabbed her arm and shook her head: "Why, you know that there is no result, elves also has difficulties, let alone you have injuries."

"We may all die here, and this injury is nothing," Veronica replied softly, "Do you want me to give up? We can still retire now, but we will always retreat." /

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Yaruta stared blankly at the mess left after the dispute ...

The table case was flipped to the ground, the parchment paper and map tube rolled down, and the elf guards stood awkwardly at the door. The thin-faced King of Lorrainedale shook his head, and he bent down to pick up the military map from the ground. His skinny palm was as pale as a vampire.

The dry face can be used to describe the elf Thane's face. The sunken eyes seem to be filled with a bright flame, but his lips are extremely thin, as if indifferent, and extremely opinionative.

Istoville smiled bitterly again, shaking off the dust on the parchment. The fury of the female Army Commander left a deep impression on everyone, but he just didn't expect that after all these years, she was still with little girl.

"Why don't you promise her?"

Yaruta couldn't help but ask, although he was a little scared of the person in front of him, and his emotions were out of shape.

"Why promise?" Istorville looked back at the young King-Chun and asked.

"Isn't this could it be that self-help ... it's all this time?"

"Why is it self-help?" Istorville asked, "Relying on Madara?"

"But Lord Sage said ..."

The King of Lorrainedale raised his hand to signal that he did n’t need to say any more: "His prince, compared to the sages who live in history, I know better than them what Saers needs --. This question is too much for you. It's too complicated, maybe you should spend more time learning how to be a 'elf' King-Chu. "

The guards outside the door heard each other face to face, thinking that this adult has started talking nonsense again, this time it involves the adult Wind Empress, and he has no respect for His Royal Highness. Fortunately, maybe they have been used to such a scene, and carefully winked at each other, the elf girls calmly backed out.

Maybe others can pretend that they didn't hear this, but Yaluta can't.

He felt insulted.

He was just the son of a hunter, and the already has been enough these days. elves didn't put him and his sister in their eyes. Some people even laughed at them as soil buns.

He took off the crown from his head and couldn't help but say loudly: "I know, you haven't looked at us at all, but I didn't expect anything. If it were not for the commission of Mr. Brando and Lord Sage, I would not have Come to think of it ... you can take this crown, and it doesn't belong to me. "

Speaking, he threw the crown on his hand to the other party.

Istoville stopped suddenly and didn't reach out to pick it up, letting the crown ‘咚’ fall to the ground.

A purple arc outside the hole window is crossing the sky, and the whole dark room is bright.

Yaruta was startled. He looked at the crumbling crown, only to remember that it was the symbol of the elf kingship. He couldn't help but feel a little scared, whispering, "I ... I didn't mean it ..."

The King of Lorrainedale glanced at him, bent down, picked up the crown with both hands, "Don't let me hear that again." He coldly said.

"Why do you have to keep us!" Yaluta felt a sting in her nose, and her tears almost turned already into her eye sockets. He was really aggrieved and terrified: "Since you do n’t want to Let's go back, my sister and I were not elf! "

"Because you don't understand its weight." Istorville gently swept away the dust from the crown.

He then raised the crown with both hands and placed it on top of the boy's head.

Yaruta still shed tears, seeing the other person came over and froze, but he saw the movement of Istorville, but for a moment was stunned.

"You --"

"I do understand the current Saers better than Wind Empress adults."

"But I have to admit that she knows better than me who is more suitable for this throne --"

Istoville looks very serious: "Wind Elf has long lacked a culture of tolerance and therefore is not tolerated by the mainstream of civilization. Perhaps a human king, Correct changes everything. Opportunity is only a helpless choice, especially Today, we all know that no one can face this enemy alone. "

"That being the case ... why don't you agree?" Yaluta wiped her tears and asked her nose, "You clearly know that Madara is not the black hand behind Baishan, ... Sorry, I overheard your conversation. "

Estorville didn't take it seriously, and corrected Yalutta's words seriously: "It's us, not you."

The elf Thane looked out the window, his thin face, the bright -- dark clouds reflected from the deep pupils, and the dark clouds dipped outside the window. The empty Knight in the sky, Kirrlutzian, Faanzanian, also joined the fight, the battle was extremely scorching, and the light of Magic almost illuminated the whole Clouds.

"It was the same situation a thousand years ago," he mumbled to himself.

Looking back again: "Her Highness, have you understood the root of Wind Elf?"

Yaruta shook his head blankly.

"It's because of pride." But Istoville's tone was even more proud.

"Pride?"

"Wind Elf will never accept their mercy for those people in the world who think they are superior to others."

He reached for the crown of Yalutah: "It didn't happen in the past, so it won't happen today."

Yaruta froze.

He felt like he understood something, but he wasn't sure.

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