The Amber Sword: The eighty-sixth episode Valhalla offensive and defensive battle IV

Let the time call back just a few minutes ago.

On the huge battlefield surrounding the World Tree fortress.

Across the plains, a dramatic change is taking place above the plains.

Just before the war goddesses flashing silver light crossed the sky and cut straight into the Swallowburg army led by Baron Dahl.

Looking from the entire battlefield, it seems that the assassination of already has reached the most intense moment, and the purple crystal frenzy is rushing to each section of the wall of the huge fortress. In a sea of ​​sparkling purple light, the flags of the Aouinian and elves flags are constantly being obliterated.

But occasionally, they reappear.

That symbolizes the unswerving resistance of Druid and elves among Trentheim people and Black Forest. The shock of shouting and killing converged into an invisible wall, blocking the progress of Twilight legion.

Like Monica's prior judgment, the scale of victory on the battlefield is tilting -- instead of falling to the side of civilization. The situation irresistibly slipped into the worst situation, facing the endless Crystalline army, the defense line of this legendary fortress is gradually becoming endangered.

The -- faceless girl of the new Valhalla soul is watching the situation on the battlefield through the one's own branches and showing the details on the huge crystal facade in the hall of the tree. Analyze the gains and losses on the battlefield without feeling, and then tell Monica:

How much time is left before the last line of defense.

"I see, I know!" Monica said a little impatiently, and frantically grabbed the one's own hair --. Although it was just some bright beams, it did not have tangible.

She mumbled and jumped from the crystal tower, flying over the skylight in the hall dome.

Through the tree shadow of Valhalla, there is a blue sky, Light Spirit Young Lady is facing the sky raises head, and murmured in his mouth:

"... Don't let us down!"

The scenery is reflected in her magnificent eyes.

World Tree towering treetop's boundless green shadow shrouds almost the entire sky, and the leaves of moss green are shaking. I do not know when, the huge magic formation being formed over Valhalla has long disappeared without a trace.

Where did Sasaarland's wizards go?

The noble troops on both sides of the river valley have no time to consider this issue, because the war already gradually broke out of their control, and those who were originally combatants now became bystanders.

After tasting the failed Noble Knight, they took their large number of servants wading wading back to the north shore of the Welland Ferry. At this time, no one was chasing them behind already. The army of Trentheim people had already passed them, and they met with them on the plain in the distance. The army of Crystalline bumped together.

It was a fierce battle.

Everyone is watching this scene with a bit of anxiety.

They seem to have seen such a scene since childhood, in myths and legends, in stories and dreams, the oracles about the fate of the world that the mother told at the bedside, described on Dark Blue Poem The engraving of -- is about the people of Marsha, the moment when the civilized world meets the ultimate enemy of this world.

Twilight of the Gods --

Who is the enemy of whom?

Why is everyone fighting here?

Is this just a civil war in this little kingdom?

Why does it look like this now?

Those Knightss who have experienced or are experiencing this war are all the first to feel confused and afraid.

The development of things goes beyond their cognition.

The belief and value they pursued for life -- The question of who is the orthodoxy of the kingdom -- seems to be insignificant at this moment. However, the nobles in the north has not recovered from the great horror, and the army already hiding the sky and covering the earth on the plain surged over.

When the Twilight's army appeared, the first to be their target of attack was not actually the Trentheim army, or even the World Tree fortress with the most prominent target on the battlefield.

It's the northern noble army closest to Teleportation Gate from the beginning.

For Crystalline and tapeworms, these humans do not have the concept of -- in their eyes. Their choice is to follow their instincts and launch an attack on these 'order creature's closest to themselves.

Or rather massacre.

The sudden attack from behind, and the huge disillusionment that was betrayed by royalist and Count of Swallowburg, instantly caused the northern noble coalition to collapse.

This collapse triggered a wider chain of reactions.

On the banks of the Old River, the army has just been reorganized, and many Noble Knight who braved their courage to return are wrapped around and start to flee, looking far from the entire battlefield, as if a terrible big Defeated.

This is indeed a defeat.

It's just not all Aouinian that escape.

On the battlefield, another group of Aouinian is defending their glory.

"These guys fled." Little Mantoro was kneeling on the ground covered with blood, and the Demonic Sword gifted to him by Brando was on the ground. He gasped.

A scornful sip on his face: "I thought they had at least that courage and knew who was the real enemy."

"This can't blame them all." Roulind leaned on the huge roots of Valhalla to witness this scene. At this time, he would involuntarily think of the position of one's own. Not long ago, he was actually not qualified to laugh at these people.

But he didn't expect that royalist and Count of Swallowburg would be like this.

And his family, his father, really know all this?

"They are just the wrong person to choose." Roulind murmured: "There is also no lack of hero in Aouinian."

"Like you, Roulind."

"No, I'm much luckier than them, at least for now." That being said, Roulind's tone still carries a huge loss, there is nothing like watching your own efforts and fighting for it The disillusionment of all hopes is even more frustrating.

Not to mention, from the beginning, he was on a wrong path.

But the real man is not discouraged to give up because of this frustration. As one of the most outstanding characters in the Southern Territory youngster generation, Roulind just regained his regret in a short moment, he picked up one's own Sword, holding up the tree wall of Valhalla stood up.

"Don't feel bad, little Mantoro, time already is running out, you and I haven't separated the victory --. I just beheaded a small Crystalline. Now our record is evened out."

"What," Xiao Mantoro was taken aback: "Is the situation already so bad? I thought we could support it for a while."

"No, you're wrong, I mean your Lord Count may soon win the decisive war."

"Are you crazy, Roulind."

Little Mantoro was surprised to see that raises head came. How can I see no signs of victory on the battlefield.

But Roulind shook his head: "I'm not crazy. I might be better than you with Swordsmanship talent, but when it comes to the perspective on the battlefield, you are far behind, little Mantoro."

"I don't believe it, you don't need to comfort me," the little Mantoro replied unconvinced: "At least in this battle, I'm ready to embark on my already."

"Then you can save your life later," Roulind raises head, watching the sky of the battlefield: "already in‘ Swallowburg ’lost the last chance to win.”

In his eyes.

Silver brilliance, symbol of the goddess of war, cuts straight into the army led by Baron Dahl.

"That's Ms. Andrea!" Xiao Mantoro lost his voice.

But then he saw an even more incredible scene.

The little Sasaarland man wizard over the battlefield is falling down one after another, falling into a sea of ​​amethyst, and never flying again.

What's going on? Little Mantoro's eyes widened and his head filled with question marks.

A calm voice answered his question:

"Silver Lineage is not a true God's people. Like apprentice wizard of Sasaarland people, they ca n’t use spell to stay on the battlefield for a long time until they really touch the realm of truth and Laws."

Roulind and Xiao Mantoro turned around and saw that the elf Young Lady girl appeared behind them, and there was a little dot Fairy on the shoulder of her sister, but it was not the Light Spirit who had previously received them in this fort.

That's a fire Fairy.

"The Magic energy that pervaded the entire battlefield disappeared, and the Sasaarland's fleet withdrew their support, so these poor guys are finally going to taste the bitter fruit."

The prince Ruth coldly of the Fairy -- or Fire Element Fairy family might answer.

"Is the fleet ..." Roulind replied thoughtfully.

Little Mantoro is preparing to ask who this strange little guy is, but at this time Correct, a cheer of mountains call, seas roar interrupted his thinking.

He turned back on subconsciously.

At this moment, the two fleets standing still in the sky moved.

As if I felt something in advance, the ocean of crystal on the battlefield began to stir. In the surprised eyes of the little Mantoro, they even started a retreat.

At that moment, this youngster's heart seemed to realize something. The thought was like a bunch of Thorn of Light broke through the darkness, shining directly into his heart.

Sasaarland people failed.

The battle in the sky, they won.

The Lord Count once again demonstrated his ability to create miracles.

Twilight's army at this moment has lost absolute air dominance on the battlefield.

As if to prove the idea in his mind, the maggot army that originally circled the Valhalla fortress suddenly flew up and greeted the two fleets in midair.

The whole fortress felt a sudden pressure. Those elf shooters who were fighting to resist the enemy in the air, even for a moment, were at a loss.

"Shoot, keep shooting!" until frontline Commander's exhausted shout sounded again.

Crystalline's army is slowly retreating, and a flickering amethyst ocean has broken.

On the ground where the smoke was cleared, there was an unknown red and black. The black was the embers from the explosion, and the dark red was a dried blood clot. In the distance, several long thick smoke fell to the horizon, and more floating battleship were converging into a torrent --, like a shimmering school of fish, slowly moving towards the north.

When they enter the formation with one by one, exposing the side.

A dazzling flash of light suddenly flashed across the sky.

The sound of cannons roar above the clouds, the light of destruction pouring down like raindrops, and the raindrops directly penetrated the thin army of tapeworms, projecting the light of death on the plain.

A series of flashes of light lit up successively on the plains north of the Paris River Valley, and even a few miles away, people above the city walls could still feel the trembling of the earth.

However, that's just the beginning.

In such an era, losing the sky is equivalent to losing victory.

Unless Dragon of Twilight is willing to invest more maggots here, regain the advantage over the sky by covering the offensive.

But under everyone's attention, the huge black hole in the center of the battlefield is gradually declining --. Obviously, even the annihilated dragon described on Dark Blue Poem is not in the order world created by Marsha. omnipotent.

It is not invincible.

At least here, Aouinian won a real victory.

The huge fortress suddenly burst into even greater cheers. mountains call, seas roar, like the tide, washed away spirit / mind of everyone.

"Ready to counterattack!"

Monica, who was sitting on the skylight, was almost so surprised that she flew back to the hall and yelled at the expressionless girl Valhalla.

"It's time for us to take a good breath! Those **** northerner!"

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