Act 482 The High Fortress

The green light spread faintly.

A green shadow appeared in mid-air.

It was like a poem floating in the wind, magnificent and majestic. The towering tree crown spread out, covering the sky like an umbrella canopy. The majestic and straight tree trunk is as straight as a giant tower in the clouds. The fluttering birds surround the forest on the top of the clouds, slow and elegant, majestic and majestic.

It was a fortress, a holy palace for warriors, a palace for heroic spirits. There are layers upon layers of fortresses in the clouds, built on tangled branches, and among the countless towers, heavy crossbow carts are being pushed out from them. The ones that shine with a little cold light are steel crossbows. arrow.

Rows of tree elf archers wearing light armor were walking towards the top of the city. At the command of the archer captain, they stopped and then turned to face the battlefield. They placed the corner of the longbow on the ground in a uniform movement. , the bow arms shone with a soft silver luster and stood up like a forest.

Woo——

A long trumpet sound echoed in the north wind.

Everyone on the battlefield raised their heads, opened their mouths, and stared at this scene with dull expressions on their faces.

The long sword in someone's hand fell to the ground, but they didn't know it.

The knights' mounts paved the ground restlessly with their hooves and snorted, but the knights held the reins unconsciously, like stone statues on horseback.

"Then, what is that...?" Baron Dalle's mouth was big enough to hold a duck egg, and even his eyes popped out: "What the hell is that!?"

He subconsciously wanted to grab the person next to him, but Hollis pushed the annoying guy away. The look in the eyes of the Sasard wizard leader could not be described as shock. He immediately turned around and roared at the others:

"Hurry up and attack, don't let it finish positioning, this is the top plane jump spell!"

"Ah, no, we are locked by a spell!"

"This is a space countermeasure, all anchoring spells will automatically fail!"

"Response to chanting a spell, using silent spellcasting method——"

"It's impossible. The second to third layers of tiamat's law are all congested. The other party has directly deprived us of our authority!"

"It's competing with us for authority!?"

"Who is it, how is this possible!"

"No, it seals all space-related passages... There is no way to stop it. The laws of space have failed here..."

"That is……"

The wizards were in a panic.

But Hollis had silently stopped. He turned around and looked at the fortress that seemed to be moving from fantasy to reality, and suddenly understood everything in his heart.

"Stop it," he said: "That is the Jihad Fortress. It directly has supreme authority in this area. There is nothing you can do about it."

Everyone looked at each other.

Hollis waved his hand suddenly: "What are you still doing? Let the fleet prepare to meet the enemy!"

"Earl Yanbao," he really didn't want to mention this name: "That lord gave us full authority to assist you. You understand the consequences of disappointing him."

Only then did Baron Dalle react with excitement, and a look of resentment flashed through his narrow eyes: "I will make them look good!" As he said that, the crystal on his arm flickered slightly, looking towards the dusk on the battlefield. The minions conveyed their orders.

The Nightmare Insects that were hunting down the nobles and soldiers in the south flew up with a buzz, allowing the survivors to escape by chance. The people who survived the disaster raised their heads with tears streaming down their faces, and saw the monsters flying high into the sky one after another as if they had received some instructions, and gathered into a torrent. Flying towards the green shadow in mid-air.

"It was the Tonigel people who saved us..." Such an idea came to everyone's mind at the same time.

Valhalla's huge root system is taking shape, and the coiled roots suddenly fly out in all directions, "The coordinates of the seventh group of roots are determined, unfold the other seven groups of roots, the coordinates are..." Floating in the crystal of the Hall of Trees The girl at the top of the tower read out a set of data expressionlessly, while Monica, the light spirit, flew up and down around her.

screamed: "Give them a good look, Valhalla!"

The roots that spread out laterally were like a giant rounded arm, sweeping out tens of thousands of meters. Baron Daler's eyes widened: "No!" But the army of nightmare insects had already been hit. In front of the roots of the World Tree that are tens of meters or even hundreds of meters in diameter, the Nightmare Insect is just a real insect. Hundreds of nightmare insects were immediately smashed to pieces. After the giant arm swept across, the sky became clear, and the number of the nightmare insect army was reduced by more than one-third.

Baron Dalle was bursting with anger. But the disaster was not yet over for him. The crystal clusters on the ground have no individual consciousness and are only moving forward blindly. Valhalla, which fell from the sky, is taking root. The roots stretch out and then fall heavily to the ground. After a loud bang, the roots of Valhalla fell into the purple waves like huge whips.

The army of crystal clusters on Alder's field immediately fell into pieces, and then the sky darkened. Because the entire Valhalla Fortress is slowly descending. But the so-called slow decline is just a relative term, and there is no way to avoid it within a radius of dozens of kilometers——

"The injection of coolant begins. The magic power is expected to be exhausted in one minute. All coordinates are verified and the magic power output is turned off..." The girl said calmly: "The Valhalla transition is completed, cooling begins, and recharging is expected to be completed in fifteen minutes. .”

"A lot more nutrients!" Monica was so excited that she waved her fist: "The opponent's commander must be an idiot!"

Amidst a long and loud noise, Valhalla stood majestically in the center of the battlefield, its stretched tree crown like a proud giant. The entire city and fortress trembled, but its designers had already considered this. The large number of stone arch structures made the fortress as stable as a mountain.

When Baron Dalle saw this scene in mid-air, his eyes darkened and he fainted.

Hollis glanced at this guy with disgust. He was extremely disgusted with this retarded man, but he couldn't do it without him on this battlefield. He stretched out his hand and a cold ray hit Baron Dalle in the face. The latter was miserable. He woke up with a cry.

"Let the Nightmare Insects hold back the fleet of the Tonigels and cooperate with our fleet's attack. The crystal clusters on the ground still have the advantage. And with your Yanbao Neng army, the ground strength of the Tonigels is not worth mentioning. "

Baron Dalle had a cold sweat on his face and nodded quickly: "I understand, I understand, Lord Hollis."

"Raise the bow——"

Feini, the deputy commander of Lin Ge's legion, shouted. The tall tree elf girl stepped on the city of Valhalla with her elf leather boots, flicked her long hair, and drew her sword and pointed forward with a graceful movement.

Following her movements, the wind shooters raised their longbows in rows with a roar.

The three magic circles on the silver bow arms became brighter one after another.

Magic arrow technique.

The elegance of the wind.

Defeat the enemy aircraft first.

The hunter and his son were also on top of the city, standing next to the dwarf Odum. The city-building master was now wearing heavy armor, holding a small warhammer in his hand, and wearing a heavy dwarf helmet on his head, with only two round circles exposed. little eyes.

The young man was so excited that he couldn't control himself, but the middle-aged man looked pale. The dwarf master stepped on his feet and clawed at the battlements with his hands, but he still couldn't see the scene below the city. He could only murmur eagerly: "Tell me, what's going on outside? !?"

Feini's beautiful singing voice came from afar:

"put!"

There was a creaking sound.

The young man only heard a scream of wind, as if a strong wind was blowing across the city. Hundreds of feather arrows flew out at once, shrinking into countless tiny black spots, and even the sky was filled with confusion. One dark.

The worms were spreading out and charging into the upper canopy of Valhalla. A storm of arrows rushed towards them, and the dozens of Nightmare Insects that bore the brunt were struck by dozens of arrows in an instant. The demonized arrows exploded immediately after hitting the target. Even the dusk species could They were all blown to pieces.

The first batch of Nightmare Insects fell down like rain, but the loss was negligible compared to the total size of this army.

"Raise the bow——"

"Armor-piercing arrows, change to the second set of enchanting plans."

Feini frowned upon seeing this and immediately gave the order.

An excellent archer can shoot twelve arrows in one minute, but for tree elves, that is far from their limit. As for the Wind Archers, Valhalla's exclusive legion blessed with the grace of wind, the ultimate rate of fire of the elf girls only depends on how many arrows they have left.

Before the army of nightmare insects could break through the storm of the first wave of arrows, the second wave of arrows was already coming towards them.

Baron Dalle just showed a hint of a smile, and it solidified on his face.

This wave of arrows was enchanted with slowness and gravity. The number of nightmare insects dropped by the army was smaller than before, but the speed of the nightmare insects hit was obviously slowed down and separated from the other insect swarms.

In just one breath, the third wave of arrows arrived as expected.

The boy exclaimed in surprise: "Each of them can distinguish different targets, how do they do it!"

"They are elves, and each of them is a born shooter, stupid!" the middle-aged hunter replied angrily.

"Even the elves can't do it. It's the goal designated by Valhalla for them. This is the power of the Holy War Fortress!" Oldham complained while scratching the battlements: "You can't tell me what happened outside. What?"

"Sorry, Mr. Oldham, I was really shocked," the boy replied sheepishly, "Strange, why don't those monsters attack us? They are flying to the canopy of the tree."

"They are going to attack our port." Oldham shouted: "A bunch of idiots!"

More and more Nightmare Insects were constantly being hit, and the change in speed caused a huge difference in the formation of the entire Nightmare Insect army. Their original offensive arrows now became more layered, and they were faintly dragged into a long line. Snake shape.

Even the incompetent Baron Dalle could see the problem at this moment, but he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot and didn't know how to deal with the current predicament.

Finny sneered and whistled.

…(To be continued.)

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