Golden meteors are falling.
One bunch after another, like a rain of light lighting up half the sky.
On the battlefield, Feimoen was roaring angrily, but the sound had drowned out all other sounds, and all he could see was that his mouth opened and closed like a silent mime. It also overshadowed the chorus of wizards singing, where a staff was raised high, and the crystal on the head of the staff emitted a dazzling light - the huge, hexagonally divided transparent network, exactly Open slowly.
And in an instant, it was like a thousand suns rising, the crystal wall shook, the roar made the earth tremble slightly, and formed a thin layer of light smoke on the earth's crust. Like a dam bursting, the hexagonal network was shattering layer by layer. The flames were like a giant fist, punching through the vulnerable barrier there, and pressing down, golden and red flame feathers swept over. , instantly overshadowing the Gray Knights' front line.
The painful scream was only frozen in that eternal moment, and the fire flow swept into the armor, causing the body to shatter into pieces and turn into nothingness. The wizards had pale expressions on their faces at that moment and remained motionless. The crystals on their staffs were exploding one after another, and in the depths of their eyes, the sweeping wall of flames was reflected.
Hundreds of rising fireballs bloomed on the ground. In fact, that was only a small part of the efreets, and Fang Plover had already expected this. Since the magic powers would interfere with each other, and the shock wave would also damage the fragile lens, most of the efreets would explode before they successfully detonated. It has long been reduced to pieces.
But regardless of the investment, it was still enough to produce the desired effect. Just this one blow cost nearly 400,000 lisels. That was the result of thirty-six hours of collaboration among all the craftsmen on the Chosen One's side, and his job only required placing a closed-circulation device on each clockwork fairy that was made.
Fang Plover stared at the little golden flames rising in the darkness.
He looked at the Gray Knights who died in the flames, looked at their front lines collapsing, looked at the mercenaries shaking due to panic, looked at the Gray Knights' subordinate commanders trying their best to maintain order, looked at those tiny black dots , like panicked ants, panicking among the explosions and flames.
A strange emotion arose in his heart, like a god watching the war on the ground. Those perpetrators used the swords in their hands to stab those they were supposed to protect in cold blood. They weighed their blood and interests at both ends of the scale - but one day even bloodshed cannot awaken the conscience in people's hearts. , then the flames will baptize the twisted justice on this earth.
Those were the men who had fought with swords against weaker men.
But history will eventually return to its origins, and the hunter will one day become the prey. And what hunts them is exactly what they believe in, the law of the weak and the strong.
What people believe is often not the law of survival itself, because it is just a hypocritical excuse for vested interests. Of course, they once thought that they would not fall into the same trap one day, but time will tear off all masks.
Just like this moment, exactly now.
That is the answer that mankind has already written on stone tablets in history.
Strength sometimes comes from weak groups.
And Fang Yu understood that all this was just the beginning.
He gently took off his goggles and dusted off the fallen snowflakes. The winter snow was clean and flawless, as if it symbolized something pure. Fang Plover sighed leisurely, raised his head, and stared at the dark night sky. Where are the stars that people once chased there today?
Feimoen wiped the dust from his face. In fact, he was not seriously injured in the explosion. He was hiding behind the battlefield, and Fang Plover did not notice this direction at the first time. Flames and dust filled the battlefield, and occasionally the sound of people wailing could be heard. The attack of the efreet not only shocked the Crow Claw Temple, but also made the White Rhino Adventure Group and the Poetry Guild unable to react in time.
Both sides are reorganizing their teams. Although the Gray Knights are scattered, they still have the strength to fight. And the chosen ones have no reason to retreat. The dwarf finally retrieved his ax from a depression. He crawled around to pick it up, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and looked forward with a face full of soot.
Among the wistful figures, Amu, the president of Shifengyu, was half-kneeling on the ground and was helping an aboriginal adventurer, who was unconscious with blood on his face. "Comrades, can you still fight?" someone shouted to him. Amu put his sword on the ground, turned around, and nodded slightly.
"So how many more of us are there?"
"Listen, even if I'm alone," the dwarf shouted, "we'll be here and won't give an inch."
He seemed to be full of confidence in that person for a moment: "I never thought that the combat craftsman was so powerful."
He weighed the battle ax in his hand.
Feimoen was dragging his confused deputy out, with an inhuman cold light shining in his scorched yellow eyes, loudly admonishing the latter: "We still have a chance of winning, go and gather the master's knights. Don’t be intimidated by those people, those things are not very lethal, and they can’t do it again.”
"Sir... sir?"
Feimoen raised his head, gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, and the metal palms made a creaking sound. They were just a group of mobs, how could they make him suffer such a big loss? Why do those people, those chosen people, come to this muddy water, and what good does it do to them?
Aren’t their alliances on their side? Aren’t they still afraid of being banned and their own interests being harmed? Or are those people a bunch of complete idiots, acting on impulse, "Damn bastards!" He couldn't help cursing in his heart.
So that's why he hates all irrationality, these damn impulses, which will become the bane of all plans.
They should have followed their arrangements and implemented their plan step by step. If it weren't for these, it would be a guy who is 'unbrained', 'unexamined', and 'doesn't know where his own interests lie'. He took a gentle breath, looked at those people coldly, and answered word by word:
"The flow of ether on the battlefield is chaotic. Now it's time for us to take down the opponent in one fell swoop - look at the other side, they don't have many people left."
"Kill them, kill these damn idiots."
…
"Thrush, do you think they will win?"
Staring at the fire in the distant horizon, the young man silently withdrew his gaze. He thought that Feimoen had caused a big trouble, but now it seemed that it was not just Feimoen.
"I don't know," Thrush shook his head: "But I know that if they win, we might see something."
"something?"
But the former did not answer directly. He only said: "You know, nothing in this world is eternal. No matter how weak the force is, it is also looking for the moment when offense and defense switch."
"What can we rely on?" the voice asked: "After all, they are just scattered and weak, lacking organization and support."
"Perhaps what you rely on is the human heart."
"People's hearts?"
The thrush sighed. He shouldn't have talked about these mysterious and mysterious things. What is the human heart, but who can say it well?
But he had a feeling, as if he had seen that invisible existence, from ten years ago to now, from Covenant Mountain to this moment. What they witnessed is gradually becoming reality.
He said: "Let me ask you, is there ever a moment when you would risk everything and risk everything to do something?"
The man smiled: "Of course, especially in this place, who doesn't?"
"Yes," the thrush nodded: "Everyone has one."
"It's just that when some people are calculating gains and losses, they forget that some things cannot be calculated in terms of gains and losses," he replied softly: "Now it seems that the little princess of Silver Vislan sees better than all of us. Even further. Some people say that she has a special relationship with the military, and the way she looks at problems is indeed more like Elite people."
The man was startled and looked at him in surprise.
In the darkness, the bright flames also reflected in everyone's eyes.
Bader Black Feather silently looked at the flames soaring into the forest canopy. At that moment, everyone's eyes were focused on him. The caretaker of the Crow Claw Temple only thought silently for a moment, and then walked back, "Get ready to go." In the vast falling snow, he dropped an understatement.
At that moment, the alliance official shuddered slightly. He couldn't help but catch up a few steps and asked, "Did we seize the opportunity?"
Bud turned back and looked at him: "I won't say victory or defeat lightly before I see the result. But if their main force is there, I believe we can seize this opportunity. Feimoen should be able to withstand it." Defending one or two rounds of attacks from the other side can buy us at least an hour—"
"Then we will definitely win." The official breathed a sigh of relief.
"No," Bud stared into the dark night, "I don't think so."
The official looked at him with some surprise.
"Don't forget why we came."
"But so what, it's just a matter of time." The official didn't care.
He shrugged: "They are nothing. The elites and the power of the Grand Guild are all on our side. Don't forget that the sheep led by the lions, how can they be the real opponents of the lions? Those people are just a piece of loose sand. A rabble. Look, we can easily tear them apart. So what if they come together again today? They were nothing more than that before, let alone now."
Bud looked at him silently: "They are the chosen ones."
"That's just..."
"That's just another name for you," Bud replied lightly, "Yes, you are too, but that doesn't mean anything."
After that, he turned around and walked forward, leaving only the official standing there in a daze.
The official raised his head and looked not far away, where several tall knights walked out of the darkness. Those knights wore gray armor, with long white feathers on their heads, and black and white crow feathers symbolizing the highest level of gray knights on their shoulders. A blue morning star was tattooed on their cloaks.
Four knights, three men and one woman, wore helmets that covered their faces, leaving only their eyes exposed, which shone with amber light, like the gaze of a giant dragon. When they came to Bard, they turned slightly towards the guard and said in unison: "Dear Sir, we will come after hearing the news."
"The enemy is attacking Femorn's camp," Bard looked at them and said, "But I think it may not be that simple - I need your help, as well as the Master's Gray Feather Knights."
"They have made all preparations," the knight replied, "and so have we, my lord."
"Very good," Bard nodded: "The Storm Lord is with you."
"The Lord of Storms is with you."
The alliance official watched a few people go away, and then cursed in a low voice: "Pretending." He turned around and saw a young man with short hair and earrings walking towards him in the wind and snow, holding his hands. Asked: "Director Zhang, they seem to be setting off. Should we stay here and wait for news from them?"
"of course not."
He shook his head: "Let's go up together, Ruoshui, you come too."
"What?" You, the young man, were surprised: "The alliance didn't ask us to take action now."
"Listen to me, we're just going to take a look."
"Then..." The young man seemed a little hesitant, "Okay, I just want to see what the guy who made Qin Zhi and the others suffer is like."
The Gray Knights were gathering amid the shrill whistles.
The light of the torches in the camp is gathering together from far and near.
Half of the troops left the camp, under the personal leadership of Bader Black Feather. When viewed from mid-air, this scene seemed particularly conspicuous.
"They moved."
Sylvester gently put the cloak on him and fastened each button carefully. Although it was only a trivial matter, she did not need to do it herself. But the ship officer still took it over persistently. She pressed the star-like brooch and raised her head to look at him.
Fang Plover nodded, pulled up his hood with his hands, and raised his head - will they win? He had never asked himself such a question in his heart, but at this moment, they finally waited for this opportunity.
Although that may be inevitable. Ever since the battle goblin was born in this world, its war has been destined to show itself to the world in a different light. Those who cannot control the sky are destined to be unable to control victory.
"I'll be back soon," he replied.
Sylvide smiled.
Only then did Fang Plover turn his head and said to Miss Nightingale on the other side:
"Let's go, Miss Alyssa."
Alyssa was similarly putting on a gray cloak to cover her face, turned around, smiled, and nodded.
Gray Owl Town opens its gates.
Under the night, a team was sneaking into the forest silently.
Thirteen minutes past one, fifty-two seconds.
Luo Hao pressed the silver watch cover, put away the pocket watch, and put it in his arms.
He was placing one hand on his shield, looking straight ahead, and exhaled involuntarily. In the darkness, he could already see the winding firelight passing through the snowy night. The light of the torches was like stars, reflecting into his eyes.
A year ago, he was not like those people, paying attention to everything in the world above the community, only talking and talking. And now? The fat man lowered his head and looked at his sword stuck in the snow - it was just an ordinary sword. The guard was in the shape of a cross, and the hilt was embedded with the texture of resonating crystals. On the hammer handle, there were still A blooming Atonia camellia.
It would also be the sword of a guardian from that ancient mountainous area, where the Iron Guard profession was born.
Although he once sneered at passion and belief, and thought that it was just a means used by the people above to deceive those brainless guys and work for them. Is he going to be that person? But you should understand what is a better judgment.
He came here and integrated into this group, on the one hand because he saw its prospects, and on the other hand, because the people here were lovable - even the unreliable group leader. Because he knew better than anyone else - that was definitely the guy with the most terrifying talent he had ever seen.
That's a genius.
But so is he.
He has always been so proud, but he doesn't show it easily.
That might be the reason why he should be here, the fat man thought silently.
He gently held the sword hilt with his hand and asked:
"Why should I fight?"
Only Ai Xiaoxiao heard the soft voice.
She shook her fist and replied matter-of-factly: "We should fight for justice."
Luo Hao shook his head. Of course he would not believe such an innocent statement.
He used to be a supporter of BBK, and even to this day he still believes that the Grand Guild is more organized than the scattered free elects. Advocating power is a natural pursuit in people's hearts - but where does the authority given by those who follow it come from?
Maybe they don't understand what responsibility actually is.
He held the hilt of the sword, feeling grateful for the first time in his heart that his rich but ignorant father sent him to this world. Because only here does he have the power to make choices.
For the first time, he was no longer a bystander. He will fight for his choice.
"They're coming."
The Papalar pecked his head, as if he suddenly woke up from a cold dream. He quickly wiped his saliva and looked around in confusion while holding the crossbow.
Luo Hao pulled out his sword from the snow and picked up his big shield with one hand. He turned around and said to the spell casters behind him: "The battle is about to begin, but don't worry, as long as I return If you don’t fall down, you are absolutely safe.”
He put his sword on his shield and whispered the popular motto of the shield defenders in the mountains of Atonia: "In the name of the blooming camellia."
Even in the dark night, at that moment, it was like the red mountains, the scorching light of the midsummer sun shining down - the brilliance of the torches were lighting up one after another.
In the bright light, Jita's dark eyes blinked slightly and looked at the other party slowly turning around.
There were several redeemed spellcasters there, especially one of the little girls. Her face was slightly red and she asked the naturalist lady beside her: "Is that your iron guard? He is so handsome. He has many levels." High?"
Jita nodded slightly.
But she didn't know whether the other party's level was high or not.
…
What was reflected in Bard Blackfeather's eyes was the torches lighting up one after another in the mountains and forests, like a river of stars in the night sky, extending to the left and right of their entire team. The alliance official raised his head, opened his mouth, and watched this scene almost stiffly: "Why are they here?"
But no one answered him.
That little bit of starlight also reflected in the eyes of all the people who were watching this scene. The whole community was shocked almost at that moment:
Bader Black Feather moved, but he and his reinforcements were intercepted by the redeemed halfway.
Judging from the strength of the troops arranged by the opponent, this ambush was obviously a long-premeditated plan. Everyone held their breath, and they seemed to have realized that this was a battle between the two sides to determine the outcome on this chessboard - after winning several previous rounds of confrontation, the redeemed finally waited for their opportunity.
The decisive battle has arrived.
But for the commander of the Crow Claw Temple, Bard Blackfeather just stood there quietly without saying a word, even when faced with such a scene. He did not express his position, nor did he seem to think that the outcome was decided.
In the silent forest, no one still answered the previous question.
There were only a group of knights in gray, drawing their long swords, passing by the official silently, and walking forward. The white feathers on their helmets were fluttering in the wind. They raised their swords and stood in front of them, and a low chant seemed to echo in the forest, "We, the servants of the Lord of Storms, pursue the Lord's teachings -"
"It is the believer of the shadow, and the raven that brings disaster -"
"It is a pale sword, cutting through thorns and thorns."
The gray water is slowly flowing through the valley.
The knights raised their heads, their amber eyes staring at the rows of chosen ones under the firelight, and the sharp arrows pointing at them.
There was some commotion among the Chosen Ones.
"The Divine Guard Knights of Aidanlian."
"He actually brought them with him."
But a hand separated them.
Luo Hao walked out from behind them with a large shield in hand. He turned around, looked at these people, and said: "Leave it to us here. Your mission is to be the Gray Knights under Bard Black Feather - to fulfill your mission and nail them to death in this place. Defeat them completely.”
When everyone was stunned, he had already turned around and walked towards the direction of the gray knights. Behind him was a young man in strange clothing, with a long black robe and a pointed wizard hat. He was holding a staff in one hand, but the other hand was slowly drawing the sword from the scabbard.
The thin sword blade in his hand was reflecting the dark light.
On the boy's side.
It was an elemental user holding a staff. Luo Yuzheng glanced at them, then passed them and walked forward.
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