Facing the torture of death threats, those who have not been involved in it cannot understand the fearful pain. The silence on the battlefield is not only that the dead can no longer talk to each other, but the living also don't know what to say. a long time.
When there are no more light bombs flying around in the sky, no one is running, no one is escaping, no one is hysterically shouting for help, no one is begging for mercy tearfully, things seem to have come to an end.
The forbidden curse is over.
The Renaissance troops holding shields for defense looked outside through some small cracks; Her Royal Highness, the eldest princess, who was standing on the outermost edge, did not make any protective movements and just stood silently. They put down their shields tremblingly and looked around aimlessly. The countless corpses lying in the forest illustrate how cruel and ruthless the massacre that just occurred was.
"They're still alive."
A soft cry broke the silence. Everyone looked in the direction that the speaker was pointing, and that was the pursuer who was clinging to the rear. Most people were lying in a pool of blood, but Meyer Kohler and a few others who had rebelled fell to the ground, watching in horror everything that happened and ended.
This soft cry also woke them up. The people, led by Meyer Kohler, were rolling and crawling, trying to escape from all this. Only then did someone in the Renaissance Army think of chasing after these ungrateful young men and making them pay for their rebellion. But Mira Salian stopped him and said, "No need to chase."
"Your Highness, those traitors deceived us and led us into an ambush. If we don't punish them, how can we live up to the sacrifice of our comrades?" An emotional member of the Renaissance Army, whose companions were also killed during the retreat, resented say.
"They are no longer important. This debt will be settled sooner or later." After saying that, Mira Salian left, planning to return to the Tower of the Great Sage. That was the source of the matter, and she had to see it with her own eyes.
Some loyal veterans wanted to stop the actions of the people they were loyal to, but whether they blocked it with their bodies or tried to capture the eldest princess, they were all evaded by ingenious movements. In the end, they finally realized that the strength of His Highness was far beyond their ability to understand.
The two temple warriors, who in the eyes of others were just ordinary maids, followed without hesitation. They were not just young girls. They had fought bloody battles and faced fatal dangers, but nothing like this, the feeling of being unable to resist and being slaughtered.
When they walked out of the woods, the dazzling sunlight temporarily blinded everyone walking in the shade. When your eyes gradually get used to it and your vision recovers, what you see is a scene that will be unforgettable in this life. The open space outside the Tower of the Great Sage was covered with corpses, and the flowing blood formed a puddle of blood. And the tower was unscathed, standing as it had for thousands of years.
There are no tragic heroes, no strong men who turn the tide, no loyal people who sacrifice themselves for the Lord, and even... no enemies. All the soldiers and nobles who followed Marquis Neumann remained silent in this land forever, without achieving any results. They come, and then they die.
Even the veterans of the battlefield who thought they were used to the cruelty of life and death couldn't help but feel raging anger in their hearts when faced with this situation. Who is to blame for such a worthless death?
The people who were at a loss noticed that the loyal people raised their heads and looked straight at one place. Everyone looked along and saw that it was the gap on the third floor of the magic tower. The tower owner and her apprentice were standing on the edge.
The two skinny girls clutched the hem of their teacher's clothes and buried their faces in the robes, unable to bear to look directly at him. But as the culprit of everything, he seems to be looking down at the battlefield and admiring his own achievements, so arrogant and arrogant.
But in Mira Salian's eyes, it was not like that. She saw that the tower master had the same confused and even regretful expression. With his eyebrows furrowed and his lower lip bitten, he was not proud of what he had done. Is it mercy? Or is there still a trace of human compassion in your heart?
"Shirogiri Warrior Commander, I can't stand that man actually looking at me with schadenfreude." I'm going to ask him why he committed such a crime. ''Let's go together. '
The two subordinates were not discerning enough to clearly see the tower master's expression, but looked at things with preconceived notions. Their sense of justice drove them to action. Without waiting for a reply from their superiors, they prepared to use magic, jumped up to the third floor in one breath, and went to the tower master.
The whispered divine words are as sweet as singing. Green aura circles appeared continuously, from the ankles to the bottom of the knees, with enough strength to support them to jump. Just before they bent their knees and prepared to jump up, the spiritual light from their calves suddenly spread throughout their bodies, making both of them stiff and unable to move. I smell incense in my nose, and there seems to be a whisper in my ears.
After a while, the two women were able to move freely again, and they looked at the temple warrior chief in confusion. Did the commander disapprove of his actions, so he used magic to stop it?
Mira Salian knew the problem of the two women and said first: 'Do you feel that your strength has increased slightly? '
The two women nodded.
'Did you hear something just now? '
Nod again.
'Congratulations, you have also become the ones who have heard the oracle in person. Whatever instructions His Majesty in heaven conveys, just follow them and don't question them. '
'Peace. 'The two women looked at each other and said the same word. Excitement instantly filled their chests, and they immediately knelt down on one knee, clasping their fists and praying. Countless prayers of praise were hurriedly recited.
Regardless of the devout prayers of her two subordinates, Mira Salian noticed the message from the One in Heaven. Does it mean that he is not willing to be an enemy of this tower master?
In the world of Lost World, saints are not invincible when they come to earth. The five-story magic tower guarded by the Dharma Sanctuary can kill gods when gods block it, and demons when monsters block it. In other words, the combination of magicians and magic towers may threaten these eternal existences. Of course, it is impossible to truly kill the gods, but it can still make these superior beings pay a considerable price.
However, based on Mira Salian's understanding of that person, it was probably not that he was afraid of the other person, but that the strength displayed by the other person interested him, so he had such an attitude.
"Look, there are still people alive."
Someone among the Renaissance Army shouted. Without waiting for instructions, everyone swarmed over to the person who was suspected to be still alive, and then it was confirmed that the small town resident who was tied up by the big five flowers was unharmed. He was just stunned, so he didn't make any move, but looked at the people around him blankly.
If there is the first person, there may be a second or third person. Everyone immediately scatters to look for survivors. On this battlefield, it was surprisingly easy to find living people. Someone with a big hole in his chest must be dead. Those who were firmly tied with ropes, kneeling or lying down, were still breathing.
Finally, when the survivors were gathered together, they turned out to be all residents of the small town, and there was no shortage of them.
At this time, no matter how dull a person is, he will feel scared. It is not uncommon for magicians to use forbidden spells, but the forbidden spells can distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, but it is hard to imagine.
The reason why strategic-level magic has always been classified as a forbidden spell is that it is prone to accidental damage. In the magician culture that is premised on protecting the civilized world, the biggest reason why it cannot be used at will. But if this reason does not exist, the tower owner will directly use strategic magic to greet anyone who shows hostility to the Tower of the Great Sage. I believe not many people will have the courage to continue the attack.
Lin, who returned to the tower, looked at the mirror energy pool screen in front of the core room console. On it are the final number of attacks and the number of enemies killed by the light bullet magic array, both of which stayed at six thousand eight hundred and thirty-one.
When he saw that the numbers stopped jumping, he probably guessed that all the enemies had been wiped out. The number 6831 did not give him much feeling. That's just a cold number.
He didn't know what was wrong with his muscles, but he actually wanted to go out and take a look. There is no need to go out of the gate from the first floor. You can look directly from the observatory on the third floor. You should be able to see more things from the top. Lin didn't think any more and walked towards the observatory that usually only came at night.
The two young apprentices had been by Lin's side since the beginning of the war, and now they foolishly followed him out.
As soon as he stood on the edge without guardrails, Lin regretted it. Do you regret coming out, or do you regret starting the killing? He doesn't understand it himself.
No matter how many Hollywood blockbusters you watch and how realistic they are, they are still works of artistic nature, no matter what the director wants to express. But after all, war movies are no better than documentaries. There are no exaggerated expressions, no explosion scenes with sound and light effects, and only scenes of reality, so shocking.
I remember that before time travel, many documentaries about World War I and World War II were digitally remastered in color. Those real scenes are not like the flag-raising scene where a few soldiers gather together and emotionally discuss what to do after the war; there is no tragic charge, and the final victory is achieved with countless sacrifices. Looking at those incoherent fragments of records, Lin felt his scalp numb.
But documentaries are no better than seeing them with your own eyes. Although I have not personally gone down to the battlefield, the smell, the bright red color, and the sight of corpses everywhere I look are definitely not the real photos taken by a few documentaries or a few war reporters. You can feel it.
I originally thought that the two girls who were about the age of elementary school students had become so hard-hearted that they could kill animals and goblins without hesitation. But from the fact that they hid their faces and sobbed secretly, and their shoulders twitched slightly, Lin knew that they had not lost the kindness in their nature.
I originally thought that after traveling to the Lost World, in order to survive, a fat man who had only fought cockroaches and mosquitoes would be able to dismember animals without any burden, kill savages without blinking an eye, and even robbers and thieves who were both human beings. Humanoid blood is often stained on his hands.
But after experiencing a real battlefield, I realized that I was still too naive. I still believed from the bottom of my heart-although I didn't say it out loud-that I, who had traveled from the earth, was superior to others.
In fact, he is an insignificant person. This is true on Earth, in the Lost World, and even more so in the face of death.
