Chapter 620: The Wind and Snow Stops

The gray-black giant eagle fluttered across the sky, and its huge wings were coated with a layer of shimmer in the sun. This huge bird of prey seemed to be bathed in a faint flame, shuttled under the clouds, and reflected in its sharp eyes. The vast land below has turned into scorched earth, the crystal cluster army wandering on the edge of the land, and the steel army that is steadily advancing the front line.

After a slash, the giant eagle turned its direction and swooped towards the ground, its target was the sharp arrow of the Iron Legion.

Sonia Frostleaf jumped off the back of the eagle lightly and walked towards Gawain not far away with the loud "coo" sound of the giant eagle.

"Thank you for your response," Gawain greeted Sonia with a smile, "We really need manpower here."

"I saw it in the sky, this is really a terrifying battlefield - it reminds me of Gondor 700 years ago, the earth was also scorched, and monsters were wandering everywhere," the high-level messenger did not hide the expression on his face. Feeling and amazed, "But what amazes me more is your army... To be honest, it's very different from my phenomenon."

"I was a little surprised when I saw these war machines in full force," Gawain said indifferently, and glanced into the distance, "This place won't become Gondor—the land after the burning will still sprout new shoots. Come, sooner or later this plague created by the death of all things will be purified, Ansu will have one more wound, but the wound will always heal."

"His Majesty Belsetia is paying attention to this disaster, but unfortunately the empire in the far south of the continent can't provide any help - she can only order me and all the messengers and rangers I lead to come to help. Outside of Magister Banner at the Wall, I brought my entire squad, they're still on the way, and should be here soon. Rest assured, whether it's a ranger or a messenger, we're all excellent after riding the giant eagle Scout."

Gawain smiled: "This is exactly what we are in short supply."

Cecil has no shortage of regular reconnaissance troops—whether it's elite Iron Rangers or well-trained Corps scouts are excellent ground reconnaissance forces, but as the front moves forward, the intensity of the battle continues to increase, and ground reconnaissance The pressure on the troops is increasing: the entire area ahead is already a heavily polluted area, there is almost no safe foothold, and human scouts cannot infiltrate the monsters. On the other hand, the cluster giants are suffering from a series of After the heavy blow, they have also reacted. They have become more vigilant and more rigorous, and even began to counter Cecil's reconnaissance and attack. Under the two-phase pressure, aerial reconnaissance has become crucial.

Cecil has his own griffin knights, but the number is not large, and the flying height and speed of human-bred griffins, as well as the adaptability to reconnaissance tasks, are far less than that of elf giant eagles. Complete analysis, when the aircraft had not yet been realized, Gawain brought Sonia over, and the Silver Queen, who was also concerned about the disaster in the northern part of the continent, issued an order at the same time, allowing the entire messenger team including Sonia to " Serving the Principality of Cecil in the form of "employment",

intervene in this war.

"Now we need to find out the situation in the Red Maple area - there are an unusually large number of crystal cluster legions, and the combat power and organization of the crystal cluster giants are obviously higher than other areas, I think there is at least one command center there, and there are The high-ranking priests of the Association of All Things Die will sit in the seat."

"Leave it to us, the eyes from the sky will understand the command center," Sonia nodded happily. "Also, do you have any suggestions?"

"There is only one suggestion," Gawain said calmly, "try to fly as high as possible—those giants have begun to understand air defense after being attacked a few times by Griffin Knights with bombs."

...

The successive troops disappeared in the land of hills and woods to the south.

An army, an unexpected army, is steadily advancing towards the north. It has come from the strange land in the south, and it spreads all the way here like some kind of steady and firm tide. Countless gods. The evil individual lost contact in the process, and whether it was a weak "mutant" or a powerful "initial evil", they were all submerged in the tide without distinction.

The commanders far away in Red Maple City could not accurately perceive the specific situation on the front line, but they could all feel some of the "characteristics" released by the tide -- steel-like perseverance, emotionless push, terrifying explosion, Flames burn everything...

Dean Heaton stood on the tower of the Red Maple Castle, his crystallized eyeballs filled with anger: "It's been so long, you can't organize a decent counterattack?!"

A priest who wore a priest's black robe, but whose body had almost completely transformed into the form of a god, endured the wrath of the master with difficulty: "The magic machines of the Cecil people are very powerful, especially offensive... They Being able to launch attacks at extremely long distances, our army of gods and evil can only increase a large number of casualties after forcibly counter-charged..."

"So those who transformed waste refuse to carry out the order to charge? That's an order, not a suggestion! It's an order, an order that should be carried out!" Heaton slammed the table angrily, making a loud bang, "The evil is What? A war weapon that has no fear, no pain, no hesitation, a cold blade! But now those war weapons that should be powerful are scurrying around the entire plain like beasts that have been driven away, without dignity!"

The master was furious, and the priests were silent, but after a short period of venting, Heaton took the initiative to calm down.

He took a deep breath and felt that his slightly uncontrolled nervous system was rapidly recovering under the suppression of magical power-in order to transform into a more powerful individual, he had absorbed too much power in the abyss of flesh and blood. Makes him stronger, but also makes his transformation slower, and his temper becomes more grumpy before the transformation is complete.

But after regaining his composure, he could still realize that his anger was pointless.

He is not very good at military command. In fact, most of the gods of death are not good at dealing with the battlefield - they are only a dark sect after all, and the high-level members are all priests. It destroyed most of the power of the Kingdom Army and the Eastern Territory within time, but it was not because a group of dark priests were well commanded, but because the legion was strong enough.

Heaton realized this calmly, and then pondered who would be the best fit for the situation.

A large number of commanders who have been converted from the Royal Army and the Eastern Frontier Army have now been sent to the north to attack the defense line outside the city of San Sunil. The battle there is very important and cannot be affected. Among the officials, the one who can be most useful is probably that Clod.

In the eastern part of Hongfeng City, in the megalithic city that is almost in ruins, the crystal cluster giant Clod stood on the high city wall and walked around a little irritably. A little further away, a mighty blizzard still hovered between the castle district and the inner city as if mocking everyone.

A few minutes later, Cloade's pacing back and forth suddenly stopped. He stretched out his hand and took out a small crystal ball from his waist. The surface of the crystal ball was constantly flashing light and emitting obvious heat.

Clod looked at the crystal ball with a fixed look, and then stretched out his hand to rub its surface. The next second, the voice of Dean Heaton came from the magic item that solidified the communication technique: "Don't tell me you Still dealing with that blizzard!!”

"Actually I'm still dealing with it," Cloade said, suppressing his irritability. "We're in unexpected trouble."

God knows why the magic net inside the castle is still running after the magic net node outside the castle is destroyed! It's just a little less power, but it's still running!

The Cecilians definitely kept a lot of technical details when they made the magic net and passed it on to nobles everywhere! That thing is not an "ordinary large-scale magic circle" at all. It is not a magic circle that will stop running after digging out a few key loops and cutting off a few energy connections!

"Listen, I'm not interested in the trouble you're having," the voice of Dean Heaton continued in the crystal ball. "Our legion is in trouble in the south, you..."

Heaton's voice was just halfway through, and another strange humming and whistling sound suddenly entered Clod's ears, causing the cluster giant to raise his head subconsciously.

He looked at the blizzard in the castle area, and saw a large turbulent flow at the top of the powerful and terrifying magic storm. In the gradually weakening storm, countless sharp ice fragments were scattered from the top of the cyclone...

The blizzard has subsided!

"Your Excellency, the blizzard here has weakened - Victoria Wilder's mana may have been exhausted!"

In the crystal ball, Heaton's voice paused, and it seemed that he was also a little stunned. After a short silence, Cloade heard Heaton's voice again: "Very good, you need to get rid of that annoying girl first. Duke, then immediately return to Red Maple, I will tell you the next task."

The crystal ball dimmed, and Clod stared at the magic tool for a moment before putting it away again.

In the background behind him (it), the blizzard that enveloped the boulder castle is rapidly disintegrating.

...

The barrier is about to collapse.

Victoria Wilder stood quietly on the upper terrace of the castle, looking at the blizzard that was gradually disintegrating with a cold expression on her face.

She was wearing a white dress modified from the mage's robe, with a silver-white shawl, holding a staff inlaid with crystal and platinum in her hand, and several frost crystals exuding coldness beside her. Circling, she stepped on a large magic circle under her feet, and countless complicated and mysterious lines and runes extended from her feet, extending to the edge of the terrace, and extending to the interface of the castle magic net.

The Leyline was still running, but the power it provided had been greatly reduced, Victoria knew, because someone had damaged the Leyline unit beneath the outer walls.

The saboteurs don't seem to understand the principles of the magic net - Victoria vaguely remembers that the founding hero who came back from the dead once taught herself a few words, one of which is called "modularity", which refers to the magic net. A structure that relies on the combination of a large number of independent units.

This modular structure prevented the vandals from achieving their desired goals, and also kept the inner city's magic supply to this day, extending the time it could hold on, in fact, Victoria could at least keep the blizzard going if she continued to force it. three days.

But today, she took the initiative to end the spellcasting.

One by one knights in gray and white armor stood on the terrace, one by one wearing robes, looking tired and resolute mages stood in front of Victoria, and behind them, in the castle square, garden, inner court, city wall, mountain corps. The soldiers were already on the defensive line, swords in hand.

The Duchess looked at these loyal subordinates who had followed her for many years, took a breath, and stepped forward.

"Today is the 30th day, and we've delayed those monsters here for 30 days!

"The knights and civilians who broke through should have reached a safe place - at least, we have reached the limit.

"There's no point in continuing the defense, it's time to end it.

"After the blizzard disappears, the enemies will swarm. They may have been our compatriots, the Ansu people we are familiar with, but now, they are enemies, monsters, irreversible mutants and sources of pollution, we The only thing we can do is to take up arms and defend the dignity we were born with.

"Maybe every monster we kill here is fighting for a chance for other Anzu people to live.

"It's a pity that I can't bring you back to your hometown alive.

"But I am honored to die with you.

"For Ansu!!"

The staff filled with magical brilliance was raised high, and then slammed heavily on the ground.

The swords of the soldiers were like forests, and the roar shook the blizzard that was rapidly collapsing: "For Ansu! I will die with you!!"

Depending on the blizzard, the people here may be able to live for three more days, but that will completely exhaust all the mana of Victoria and the mages, and exhaust the resources stored in the castle. in the face of one-sided carnage.

Northerners don't like that.

Northerners choose to die on the battlefield.

The duchess knew it, and so did the warriors.

The blizzard has only the last bit of aftermath left, and those twisted and terrifying cluster monsters are faintly visible on the opposite side of the blizzard.

The knights ran to the city wall, and the mages drank the last potion. On the castle terrace, everyone held their weapons and ran to the last line of defense of the kingdom's fortress. Victoria was just holding her staff, quiet. Waiting for the blizzard to dissipate completely.

A familiar figure entered her line of sight at this moment - the maid Maggie walked between the soldiers, holding two long swords, her black hair raised in the wind.

This was the first time the soldiers of the Mountain Corps saw the "maid chief" armed.

"Maggie," Victoria stopped her maid and said after the other party approached, "you don't need to stay here, you are not from Ansu."

"I swore to you once," Maggie looked at Victoria quietly, holding a long sword, "and now in this situation, where can I go."

"No, you're the only one who could leave," Victoria looked into Maggie's eyes. "You know that—I know that too."

Maggie showed a little consternation and a moment of panic, but before she could ask, Victoria had continued: "You go south."

"Why the south?"

"The previous knights broke through to the northwest, Saint Sunil is the first line of hope, you go south - maybe there is the second line of hope."

The black-haired maid met the hostess's gaze. She knew that the "hope" mentioned by the other party did not belong to the Mountain Corps.

"I see," she bowed her head, "I'm going south."

"Very good," Victoria sighed softly and walked slowly forward, "I will create a cyclone for you in the south - ride it, hide yourself, and then...

"Fly, Maggie."