The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 111: Death in battle, live in battle (middle)

"Pump." The lady in the green dress fell down on the blood-stained ice field. The high-speed arrow flew into the depths of the blizzard without slowing down after piercing through her heart. It was no longer visible. , Mias struggled to twist the fractured neck and looked at the woman ten yards away, "Selfina...Mrs. Serfina." When he spoke, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the shattered mandible made the language ambiguous. Qing,

There was no answer. The blood stained the white fur on the outside of the green skirt. Finally, I hoped to be severely crushed. Mias felt like he was falling into the dark abyss. At this time, orange-red flames suddenly lit up in the clouds, magic Firebirds appeared out of thin air and fluttered away in the sky. It was the foreshadowing left by Mrs. Serfina at the beginning of the battle. Protect it, allowing it to appear in random time and space, Mias struggling to prop up his body, groaning: "The Pope... the Pope..." Then he spouted a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, powerless and humiliated. Eat the priest’s haughty heart, he is willing to exchange all his soul for powerful power, all because of that astrologer, in the Southern Continent of the Tocharan Empire’s Golden City, he knew that Jonah was the first to see him. He will become a lifelong enemy, and he must be killed personally, so that the soul soaked in spite can be freed,

"Cracking." The cross that Pope Herodia gave him suddenly burst open, and it overflowed with a sticky black substance, which melted into the flesh and blood of Mias, and walked across the ground together under the skin, the young priest I watched in horror at the strange thing gradually rising along the arm, and in a blink of an eye it approached my heart, "This, what is this... I don't want... asshole..."

A hundred and twenty miles away, Herodia, the commander-in-chief of the Second Provisional Corps of the Brotherhood, was immersed in the topographical map. As soon as the cross broke, an hourglass next to him automatically began to shed black fine sand, "it started. Is it." He nodded and stood up, "No one else can. Only this guy's Holy Light Magic can be an introduction."

Opened the heavy curtain and walked out of the tent, a blizzard roared toward the face, and the ground was four feet deep of white snow. The entire camp was teetering in the squally wind. Pope Herodia beckoned, and the cardinal in a red robe appeared immediately Beside him, Jinghui reported: "Another 15 people died of organ necrosis caused by low temperature. The corpses have been stored for later use. The magician's temperature control circle has reached its limit. If the magic potion cannot be replenished, manipulate People in the magic circle will die from mental exhaustion, Lord Pope."

"I see, find a light channel mage. I remember there is one in the battle caster." Herod Yadao,

"Yes, Lord Pope." The cardinal nodded and stepped back. Half a minute later, a white-robed mage staggered over in the snow, "I am the sixth-level light channel mage Lin Turgust. Excuse me, what's the order."

The pope pointed his finger in the northwest direction: "The angle is five degrees and three minutes north-northwest, and the distance is one hundred and twenty miles and three hundred yards. Show me the scene, can you do it?"

The magician said: "It is difficult to build a stable light channel in such a big wind and snow. I can only do my best, Lord Pope." He hesitated, took out the last bottle of blue potion and poured it into it. Throat, take out the tripod from the rucksack, launch the magic circle and the projection disk to assemble. The light channel mage is a very special profession. They are the users of the magic element of light. They can build the invisible light transmission across extremely long spatial distances. Channels, projecting distant images in front of you, before the war began, the Wizards Association had a light channel communication network all over the continent, and a relay station was set up every 100 miles. The light channel magicians were on duty, and the messages could be transmitted in a blink of an eye. Spread all over the mainland,

The tripod was blown down by the strong wind as soon as it stood up. The magician fiddled with the instrument and manipulated the magic circle to emit a bright white light. The dense snow curtain blocked the light from spreading. Look at Lin Turgust's head and head. , Pope Herodia picked up the scepter and struck the air forcefully, "Boom." The ripples spread, and the power of the Red Prayer and Pole Star shook the wind and snow. During this short blank time, the Light Channel Mage followed the designated position. A path was established, countless snowflakes appeared on the projection disk, and then a scene one hundred and twenty miles away was projected,

Herodia saw the crimson flamingo hovering in the sky at a glance. He sighed deeply and slowly, and reached out a hand to brush off a few snowflakes from his short platinum hair. It depends on the ground." He pointed out in a low voice,

The Light Channel Mage yelled: "I'm sorry, Lord Pope, this angle is already at the limit, otherwise the light information decays too fast..."

Herodia walked to him and pressed the brass bearing that launched the magic circle with his hand. The corpses in the wind and snow appeared on the projection disk, and then it turned into a messy signal, the light channel collapsed, Lin. Togust was backlashed by the magic circle, and he spouted a mouthful of blood and sat down on the ground.

"Selfie, you like playing cat and mouse games too much. This is not the ending I prepared for you, but the plot develops so fast that even I can't predict the future." Pope Herodia He sighed and turned and walked away. After taking two steps, he turned his head and asked: "Trust, what did you see just now."

"I, I didn't see anything, Pope." The Light Channel Mage replied in a panic,

"Very well, you are a wise man." Herodia walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, and then returned to his tent. He ordered the cardinal beside him to report to the expeditionary army headquarters: "The position of the enemy has been determined. Sadly, Mrs. Serfina died and asked the headquarters to send the main force of the First Provisional Corps to encircle and suppress, and told Lord Deacon that the blood of heresy is related to the future of the entire world. The Uygur Empire Legion was tuned to this direction. As for the submarine ship to the remains of Arien in the tree city, it is not that important. As long as the scouts follow far behind, it is not easy to enter Arien, we still have A lot of time."

"Yes, Lord Pope." The cardinal hid the short note in his pocket and bowed away,

At this moment, there was an exclamation sound from outside the tent, and an orderman rushed in in a panic: "My lord, my lord, there is a corpse of a magician in front of the camp. His whole head burst like grapes. I can’t see who it is, it may be a sneak attack by the enemy, please be careful."

Herody said: "Ah, don't be nervous, that is Lin Turgust of the battle caster. He died of mental overdraft in his routine communication just now. Please keep his body properly and obituary. Posted on the central board, he is a smart man, but not a lucky guy. Let us pray that his soul can rise to the bliss in the name of Metatron, the only heaven manager."