Chapter 295 Guarding
After being in disbelief, a sense of urgency arose in Lynch's heart.
The trouble didn't go away. He only solved one problem and created more.
It is true that purification is crucial to this land, and the number of remains that can be seen is only a lot more than the number of Chaos Lords.
The only good thing is that they don't have as large an army as the Chaos Legion.
No, maybe there is, but Legion of the Dead has never been known for quality.
Lin Qi did not leave directly. He avoided the eyes of mortals in the darkness and quietly waited for the arrival of the Archmage.
They have to ask for help from the empire, preferably from all the kingdoms in the old world that can still provide troops. They are in big trouble.
Fortunately, unlike the sudden chaos storm, this time they had time to gather their forces.
The long-lasting sound of guns and artillery in Dongfang State fell into strange silence, because nearly half of the enemies of the Griffin Legion were turned into scorched earth.
In the Southern Army, Ashekile, who was about to switch sides and backstab the Czarina, stared blankly at the charred corpses being blown away by the wind on the chariot.
It was formerly known as Katrine, the Bloody Tsar.
Similar charred corpses occupied a small half of the Southern Army's formation. Ashekile did not expect that half of the Boyes would choose to become vampires.
The commander of the shooting army hesitated for a moment, but finally pulled the trigger on the charred corpse that was reduced to ashes, and fired the bullet fiercely into the empty darkness.
The torches held high by the soldiers did not allow them to fully observe the battle. When the shooting army at the center of the southern military formation shouted "Destroy the usurper Catlin" and aimed their muskets at the wing cavalry, the leaderless warriors finally Choose to give up resistance.
Except for the first half, the second half has been anticipated by the omniscient gods.
But the most critical thing is that in the first half, Ashekile failed to wait until Katrin and Vladimir Boha died together.
Obviously, a traitor who turns his back on the battlefield is not as prestigious as a righteous man who wakes up in the face of danger and returns from the lost path.
There are now two candidates for the throne, and Ashekile is at a disadvantage.
While the soldiers were detaining the prisoners, the legion commander used trembling hands to take out the crystal mirror from his sweater pocket. However, the crystal mirror seemed to have lost its magic, and there was nothing left except that it was abnormally hot.
"damn it!"
The invisible island no longer has tens of thousands of prisms. They all disappeared just now.
The dolls that the Mirror God had collected for a long time took the opportunity to escape. What's more fatal is that it has no medium to affect the world.
Even the All-Changing Demon King no longer has the confidence to strategize.
The feathers of the Mirror God were burned clean.
Messengers made of shadows quickly shuttled through the shadows of the old world, delivering the letters wrapped by them to various places.
Altdorf, the current "Supreme Master" of the empire, Wolan, used the wind of white magic and the increase of his magic power by "Wolan's Rod" to immediately discover the uninvited messenger.
When he discovered that its magic power was constructed like that of an acquaintance, Wolan did not intercept it and allowed it to complete its mission and disappear into the real world.
The chief mage of the Imperial Academy of Magic used a hand made of light to open the letter from afar.
After just one glance, seriousness appeared on the face of the strongest spellcaster in the empire.
In Lauren Loren Forest, Yang District, the elf city named Thor Litanel has become harmoniously integrated with nature.
The towers of Assur are covered in vines and moss, and just like their current inhabitants, the charm of the ancient elven kingdom has been somewhat assimilated into the forest.
Prince Pearl Litanel urgently convened the High Council of the Kingdom of Enil. No elf would oppose him on this issue, not even his great-granddaughter, Queen Marest.
He is about to die of old age, and this is the last big thing he has to do. After his death, this colony, which was once created to study the ancient saint's magic force field, will be completely taken over by a new generation of elves.
But before that, he had to respond to the voice from Asur for the last time, because he was the prince of Asur, and even if he called himself Aenir now, it could not change this fact.
Of course, if the other party was not a descendant of Aenarion, he would not rush out of the secluded tower.
To the prince's relief, the elf prince named Teclis's speech was not aimed at his own race. Everyone knew that he was unwilling to participate in the internal fighting of his own race, which was meaningless.
He will not be an enemy of Prince Malekith, or the elves who have changed their appearance and call themselves Druchi. They are blood relatives, all elves are blood relatives, and their enemies are dwarves.
When this happens, the prince who has completely cut off his heart knot will be able to die calmly and no longer maintain an abnormal longevity.
He didn't have time to respond to Phoenix King Aenarion's call for war, but today, seven thousand years later, he made amends.
A huge pupil appeared outside the glass window of the parliament tower, almost frightening away the members of the High Council who were hurriedly walking in.
"Why wake me? My friend."
Even if the dragon whispers softly, it can overwhelm the densest sound of war drums, and it wakes up the sleeping elven city.
No one dares to care about its behavior.
The old figure of Prince Pearl made "Star Dragon" Sekostek close his eyelids. He forgot how long he had slept. When he closed his eyes, the city had just started construction.
It seems that it almost slept until its companion died of old age.
"The children of Aenarion call to us, for war, a war to protect the world."
The two warriors who failed to rush to the battlefield seven thousand years ago have been burning with fighting spirit for a long time. No one can stop them. This time they will not allow any reason to force their absence.
Karaza-a-Karak, "High King" Thorgrim. The Resentful One believed that he did not have enough experience to judge the requests for help from the elves, so he summoned the long-bearded elders of each clan to discuss the matter from far away. Asking for help.
Of course, no dwarf wanted to answer the elf's call, but that elf's name was Teclis, and just a dozen years ago, he fought on the same battlefield with them - the Great Holy War.
Even if they were dissatisfied, they would send out soldiers in order to repay Pointy Ears for his rare help.
But they don't have many warriors to mobilize. Just the number of dwarf warriors guarding the city is far from enough, let alone an expedition team that can be mobilized flexibly?
"Launch a chivalrous crusade!"
The King of Bretonnia did not question the power of the Lady of the Lake, nor would he.
He was only excited to get the oracle, and the best thing was that the oracle he dreamed of was supported by the fairy of the lake.
One by one, the Holy Grail knights carried letters signed by the king and rode towards the duchies overnight, spreading the word about the upcoming war.
More importantly, they have to visit the secluded Holy Grail Knights along the way, so that the saints will know the instructions directly from the goddess.