Chapter 198: The Fifth Movement: The Missing Midsummer Fang

The battle of Oath Hill has begun.

The flags and flags are hidden in the sky, the mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the arrays on both sides are undulating, making people unable to see the end at a glance.

The warhorses snorted uneasily, their hoofs digging uneasily, and some soldiers armed with spears and muskets also looked at the opposite side from time to time, and then clenched their weapons.

Among them, the north is the flying red flag, the roses entwined with the red moon, elegant and chilling. To the south is a fairy dragon on a white background, which symbolizes another dream. The soldiers below come from different places wearing different equipment and clothes.

Riding the white horse under him, Loren Hill slowly came to a hill, looked at the distant battlefield, and analyzed each other's situation one by one.

Behind her, she led a dozen women who were also riding horses. These women wore hooded robes with a white background, and the sleeves were decorated with broken leaves and petals.

In order to enhance his own strength, Roland Hill also selected a group of excellent people during this period, and cultivated them into excellent superhumans. At the same time, he also had a new name which was the 'Witch of the Four Seasons'.

There are currently 92 witches of the four seasons in white robes, and they are divided into four types: Green Leaf Witch, Fire Leaf Witch, Wind Leaf Witch, and Frost Leaf Witch. The sign to distinguish them is the pattern on the sleeves. .

Among them, the Green Leaf Witch is mainly responsible for the cultivation of crops and extraordinary fruits in the territory, focusing on agriculture and organizational production.

Fire leaf witches are used in the army, they are responsible for casting spells and killings, and they also practice some combat skills.

Wind leaf witches walk in the folk. They predict the weather, they are the disseminators of knowledge and ideas, and they will also gather the actual situation of each place in the center.

Frostleaf witches are more complex and are divided into different professional chemists. They will choose to be proficient in a professional knowledge to solve many problems as technical consultants and staff of local organizations, such as water conservancy, construction, planning, and will be stationed in the area for a long time. Somewhere, it will also help defend against the invasion of villages and towns by monsters.

The witches of the four seasons all practice knowledge related to healing, but they are good at different directions. The green leaf witch is proficient in herbal medicine and the healing of chronic diseases, the fire leaf witch is proficient in traumatic first aid, the wind leaf witch is proficient in epidemic prevention and epidemic treatment, frost leaf Witches know how to identify and treat intractable diseases.

Of course, this is only a preliminary prototype, there are not many people at present, so there are only 92 people in total, most of them are Sequence 4-5.

Just as Roland Hill was quietly observing from the rear, the battle started.

A few tiny, invisible black spots crossed the sky at high speed, falling into the ground in a parabola, causing a violent explosion. It was the artillery behind the empire.

Cannons, but okay, not a lot.

The girl quickly analyzed and raised her hand.

"Lord Jialan." A hooded witch with emerald leaves and petals on the sleeves stepped forward and asked.

"Let Siefer lead the Wind Leaf Witch to the middle of the position and change the direction of the wind to avoid the cannonball."

"Yes, my lord."

Then several witches withdrew, and soon, a team of about 20 people set off. They rode on horses and held white rattan staffs in their hands, waving in the wind.

The golden broken leaves hanging on the staff collided with each other, making a crisp sound like a wind chime, and then a southerly wind began to blow in the sky. pit.

"Change the height, lower it." The Imperial Legion was in the rear, the commander looked into the distance with the binoculars, and then instructed his subordinates to adjust the height of the gun mount.

However, just as they fired the next round, the wind in the sky changed again, this time into the north wind, allowing the shells to fall behind the position.

"Tsk!" The commander spat out the grass roots he was biting at his mouth. At this time, he also realized that something was wrong, but there was no time left.

The two armies began to advance and charge.

The first one that approached each other was the Chinese army. The formations of the two sides were constantly gathering and gathering as they moved forward, forming a tight front. They held muskets and approached step by step, shouting the slogan, keeping the same pace.

"Stop, aim!"

When the distance between the two sides was only more than 100 yards, both sides stopped. If this distance was advanced, it would be easy for the other side to wait for it to work and volley in line, but if they did not advance, the accuracy of the shooting was not ideal, which was slightly embarrassing.

However, the commanders of both sides were more cautious and did not advance any further. Both sides had reasons for not being able to lose.

Seeing that the other party thinks the same as himself, at this time, he has no choice but to fight for his will and combat power.

"Fire!"

The continuous blue smoke filled the air, the flames burst, and the dense bullets were shot like raindrops, and the two sides began to fall down one by one.

In the first round, the two sides were tied.

Later, the troops on the flanks also began to fight, but they were much more flexible due to the terrain and distribution.

When the Imperial Red Front moved forward, their formations suddenly separated, and a group of elite cavalry rushed out. These cavalry were different from the past. They were equipped with long lances and a majestic horizontal cloth hung on their horses. draped.

A red pennant fluttered in the wind under the tip of the spear, and then the cavalry marched forward slowly, and began to accelerate when they reached the open space in the middle. When they were more than 100 yards apart, they began to advance at full speed. The four-meter-long lances were put down uniformly. The tip of the gun exudes red magic power that moves like a soldering iron.

Really retro.

Looking at the fierce cavalry advancing like a city wall, Lubin couldn't help but sigh. Although such tactics are not unfamiliar, they are rarely seen now.

But at the same time, it has to be admitted that it still has a strong lethality.

The barrels of the muskets were raised to aim one by one, and then the dark holes appeared

Fire and smoke. The dense bullets hit the charging cavalry, punching small holes in the sturdy armor, and blood filled the air.

Although they cause damage, these elite cavalry are all superhumans of Sequence 2-3, and they are not so easy to defeat. Such behavior can only cause skin trauma under the buffer of armor.

The warhorse gradually reached its peak as it ran. The staggered hooves were like afterimages, and under the banner of the Fairy Dragon, rows of soldiers were also retreating rapidly, revealing a khaki-yellow rock shield, and then a silver-pointed gun was set up. .

Sorry, we've also stepped back.

Lubin looked at the prepared spear array, shook his head slowly, and then waved his hand. The array in front separated again, making way for the horses to pass.

The cavalry advancing at a high speed, the lance sank, hovering like a chariot on the lance body, piercing the thrust, and inserting it into the shield.

If it is an ordinary wooden or iron shield, I am afraid that it will shatter on the spot, but these long shields like solid rock boulders are still able to resist, sliding back a small distance on the ground, setting off a lot of turf.

After that, the warhorse neighed and raised its head high, and a silver spear pierced out, piercing the warhorse and the cavalry, spraying rich blood.

The defeat of the forward also blocked the way forward. The cavalry behind had to break into the narrow gap, and this was destined to be a road to death. Countless spears spread like thorns, strangling the cavalry who entered.

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Looking at the scene where the cavalry in front was defeated and blocked, the generals at the rear of the Imperial Legion frowned deeply. When did these rebels have such sophisticated equipment.

Extraordinary creations are not like ordinary weapons. It is very difficult to manufacture. Materials, personnel, and skills all have high requirements, which greatly reduces their output.

However, as of now, these things can no longer be explored.

The long and desolate horn sounded in the military formation, and then the court wizards in red robes stepped apart, they gathered into rings of different sizes, and then large-scale crimson spells began to be cast.

The blue sky turned into red clouds at this moment, the originally white clouds seemed to be burning, and the sky showed a strange purple-red color.

Straws of red flames swam in the sky, and then gathered together like a spiral, one by one crimson vortexes of different sizes emerged in the sky, and the terrifying magic power emitted from them made the two sides fighting below tremble.

"The Crimson Ceremony: The Vortex of Meteor Fire"

Hundreds of years ago, the court wizards and the wizards of Oz who used this kind of secret technique also faced off on the land of the southern border, and I don't know when, and now they have changed their opponents again.

The flames were like songs, and in the burning vortex, the crimson fires that distorted the atmosphere fell one by one, drawing long tracks in the air, and the scene was like the end of the world.

Can't keep it anymore.

Facing the crimson sky and the world-destroying fire, the girl also slowly flew up in the wind.

In the swept wind, the hood fell, and the long hair fluttered along with it.

She closed her eyes slightly, and the light and melodious voice played in the wind.

"The Fairy's Ideal Land, The Fifth Movement, The Nostalgic Midsummer Fang"

Orange-red shattered sparks sprinkled from her hair, and this slender girl sang in the sky, like a golden fairy in mythology.

Brilliant like the petals of the blazing sun, one by one lit up between the eyebrows, and then the orange gradient petals bloomed behind her one after another.

Such orange-red petals expand and grow in the air, layer by layer, constantly expanding, gradually obscuring the sky in the field of vision.

Until the end, the orange-red petals occupied the entire sky, like a sacred courtyard, and in the orange-red petaled courtyard, a golden fairy slowly opened his eyes.

The golden and transparent hair is like a filament of light, gently suspended in a quiet posture, and the orange-red marigold flower is slowly blooming in the pupil.

The golden thread condensed by time and light, once spun with the tenderest delicacy

Created this all-seeing summer

But the tyranny is also one day, and this leads to

Make beauty cease to be beauty in the end, only make it outstanding for a while

The endless stream of time is called the blooming of marigolds

The icy and cruel freezing wind overturns the orange petals

Roland Hill recited these ancient poems and incantations in Elvish language, like sighing and like nostalgia.

...

If you hide the fragrance of summer

Flowers and fruits turned into liquid of glass

Butterflies of orange fire dance in winter, never disappear

The fragrance revolves around, and you can see the hometown of immortal fairies

As the girl sang, a huge and magnificent petal mirror gradually took shape behind her.

Seven-colored petals are spliced ​​into an imaginary picture scroll, and flowers of various colors bloom in it, like a fiery summer, with thousands of flowers in clusters. It is the hometown of fairies isolated from the world.

Under the sky of the orange petals, the fiery red flame vortexes were still spinning, but their colors were gradually fading.

The falling fires in the sky, although still blazing, their colors seem to be gradually blurring, turning into a faded picture.

The sparks slowly turned into finer particles, finer particles, and then gradually filtered out the burning and fire poison, and a soft and warm fragrance swept across the earth.

Those falling fires did not disappear, nor were they neutralized, but a more gentle way came to this world, and such a delicate fragrance would no longer be able to be targeted or manipulated with any spells.

In this way, this world has temporarily turned into a gentle and ideal land, and those falling fires have also gained freedom and eternal life.

Seven movements, seven promises, seven-color golden flowers will bloom in the pupils, that is the door to the land of fairies.

Now, after being promoted to Nature Sequence 7, Roland Hill is finally able to reluctantly perform this fairy secret technique handed down from ancient times.

"This, how is this possible..."

Among the palace wizards of the empire, an unbelievable one took off his hood, and he was one of the few forest elves among these wizards.

As a family of elves, he is naturally aware of the fairy secret technique passed down in ancient times. Although its reputation is great, there have never been many elves or fairies in history that can perform it.

Is it because such a secret technique is hidden and difficult to know? No, the incantation of its secret technique is the fairy-tale-like ballad of the seven songs. In the first era, almost everyone knows it, but even so, there are only a very few peerless ones. Fairies or elves can cast.

Because the secret art of the fairyland is actually very special, it requires a very high synchronization rate between the caster and the chanted song.

That is to say, if you are a cruel person, you can't sing this fifth movement at all. It requires the user to have a firm and gentle heart. This is not to say stupid kindness, but to understand everything. Unwavering tenderness and trust.

This alone means that there are not many elves and fairies in the competition. It is also necessary to consider that at least the strength of Sequence 8 can be used to summon the mirror of petals, which symbolizes the hometown of fairies, so even if the first At the end of the era, there are only sixteen elves who have performed the secret art of the hometown of fairies.

In the following era, with the decline of the three elves, such elves have never been seen, so that the elves thought that such secret techniques were lost.

Unexpectedly, I saw it here again today. Could it be that the legend is true.

The girl on the opposite side is really a mythical fairy who survived in ancient times, a legendary existence associated with the World Tree?

But the ancient mythical fairies, didn't all die in the killing of those witches, how could they still survive.

Under the sky covered by the orange petals, the huge flame vortices slowly faded away, leaving only faint afterimages in the air.

It is like a picture scroll that has gone through countless summers in time, slowly fading all colors, gradually turning into light traces, and dissipating in the world.

Looking at the sky, the golden fairy that descended on the world, under the mirror of the seven-colored petals, the warriors were in high spirits, marching forward on the broken sparks in the scent of the fierce flame.

The white fairy dragon flags were dyed the sky-like orange-red, swaying forward with shouts and cries, and gradually pressed down on the enemy army like an overwhelming sea.

Under the sky, the slanting sun is setting, and the battle is still burning continuously.