"Gather! Gather!" A large group of bugbears rumbled across the ground, causing branches to fly and leaves to fall, and vegetation to break. The band of wild elves followed, drowned in dust and mud. Everyone else was pushed aside, and a few unlucky ones died in the stampede.
The sound of the trumpet had ceased half an hour ago, and the herald could not get through the commotion of the camp. Now the soldiers were on their own, fighting and tumbling against their enemies, knocking each other down with swords and magic. The arrow passed over a corpse and nailed the feet of an orc with mouse ears. He screamed and rushed into the bushes.
"Restore formation!" Bredev shouted, the flagpole in his hand broke and was used as a stick. The mysterious creature wearing a robe turned into a monster with lightning all over its body, knocking the frost giant leader down against the beech tree. It was about to bite his shoulder, but Bridev thrust the wooden thorn into the big mouth, and the sharp fangs were covered with a thin layer of frost.
His friend Windmant was the first to respond. They worked together to lift the body, but were affected by the battle between the elementalist and the bugbear. Then a stray arrow penetrated the latter's eye, and he fell heavily in the mud.
Before the vampire directly opposite could nock her next arrow, Windmant rushed over and threw her to death on the rocks. The frost giant leader was so angry that he threw the monster's body out and no longer had any hope of gathering a team. It's long overdue.
Where is the formation? She stepped on the corpse of a human mercenary, her weight completely shattering the bones, and she quickly pulled her foot back. Plasma and sand stuck to the soles of Nimue's big feet, and she rubbed against the stone. The archer stared at her as if she had caused the hole in his head.
"Gather!" The lion man didn't give up yet. His voice was far greater than that of Breedev. After the horn stopped, the lion-man's roar spanned the chaotic battlefield, like thunder piercing the continuous rain curtain. "Go and support the dwarves! Are you all deaf?" He shouted very hard, but Nimue couldn't find the target position at all. There was fighting everywhere, screaming, blood, and sticky sand. An elemental cannonball exploded beside the rock, and the fragments hit the thick fur of the frost giant. Nimue stretched out her hand to wipe her face.
In the end what happened? She couldn't understand that we managed to climb up the mountain, but ended up breaking off near the top of the mountain. It's all because of the fleet. However, the Alliance had already defeated the Vampires in the landing battle. Even if they could make a comeback in a short period of time, it would be ridiculous to counterattack the alchemy warship. Putting aside the severely damaged "Hammerhead" for the moment, the intact alchemy warship only needs to launch its naval guns, which is enough to cover the entire coast under gunfire.
If nothing else works, they can retreat offshore. Nimue thought to herself that even the bravest and most fearless bugbears could discern the tendencies of a situation. The only troublesome enemy among the vampires is the vampire prince Drablay, but as long as he is the leader of the vampires, it is unlikely that he will abandon his tribe and plan to go east and west. Moreover, the Alliance is not without Sky Realm mystics, and it will not take long to travel between the mountain and the beach.
"Sangminna!" Tikapo called to her companion loudly, the voice making Nimue's head buzz. This cold light Sita is currently riding on Nimue's shoulders, as if there is a small butterfly parked on a boulder.
"Keep your voice down," she muttered. The result was not much quieter than Tekapo. She was actually upset by the noise of her own voice.
"On the left," Tekapo said, "I'll help you get there, Nimue, just keep moving forward."
Most of the frost giants on the battlefield were besieged, and Bridev was entangled with the elementalists again. Windmant was not far behind her, holding a giant puppet made of sand and falling into the sea. Anyway, it seems that they are not going to die for the time being. Nimue looked them over, then turned around and took heavy steps. She is different from her companions. Tekapo's phosphorus fire surrounds her, and no enemy can approach the frost giant's body alive. This cold light Sita is actually the mysterious person of Gaohuan.
"Sang Minna...Ange." As a result, "Teacup" recognized the wrong person. She jumped off Nimue's shoulders and threw her long braids behind her back. "Where did you go, 'Ye Yan'?"
Ango is a bright red theta with thick webbed membranes between its fingers. He stood in front of the bonfire in the command tent, like a jumping flame. Tekapo was much prettier than him. Her dark green cheeks and long braids had the connotation of the forest race. Of course, what the Sitas look like is determined by their fire. Anyway, they are all humanoid elemental beings. Nimue felt that Tekapo might have become like this because of Hilda, and Sita also had her own way of remembering her deceased friend.
"Your Excellency Misfaran has left the beach a long time ago. He wants me to command the main force of the alliance here instead of him." Sita confided. It is obvious that Ange is the adviser of "Night Flame" Sanminer Misfaran. "Why didn't you leave with His Excellency, Tekapo? He has been looking for you for a long time."
Leng Guang Sita didn't understand: "Why should I go with him?"
"You can be the guide." Ange reminded. "It was for the secret passage that Lord Misfaran decided to explore. But I have to say, Tekapo, sending Nightingale to raid the base - this idea is really good. Very bad. Haven’t you always advocated careful observation?”
"Teacup" was stunned for a while, as if he couldn't understand the meaning. "I didn't come up with this damn idea at all! I haven't seen Sang Mina since I went up the mountain. The damage to the landing beach was too great, even Hilda... I had a quarrel with him later. Who said it was me? idea?"
"I saw it with my own eyes."
Something bad is happening. Even Nimue could tell that Tekapo seemed to have left different memories for others at the same time. "I testify," she said. "Tekapo has been sitting on my shoulder. She is very dishonest, so I have been paying attention to her. We only separated for a few minutes until we saw the condition of the coast."
"At that time I went to see 'Medal' Renon Hetlenner, who was closest to me." Tekapo added.
An Ge stared at them suspiciously: "You want me to believe that Mr. Misfaran was deceived by Nightingale's shape-shifting magic? No, maybe you are the ones who are lying. This kind of thing cannot be easily concluded."
"Think of the consequences, Sita," Nimue told him. "What will happen to the Alliance Army if we tell the truth?"
"This is a serious matter and I need to inform the other captains and commanders."
"We should retreat!" the cold light elemental being warned, "before Drablay slaughters the battlefield." Worry frowned on her brow. "Lucia, I didn't know that Sang Minna wasn't here! The same goes for Renon Hetlena... Oh, he always sneaks in without telling others... Why do you think so of me?"
"You seem to know Mr. Yeyan very well." Nimu really couldn't think of any tactful questions.
"Sang Mina is my lover." Teacup Tekapo confessed. "I shouldn't have hindered the flow of information due to personal reasons. I'm sorry, Nimue, but I think you can understand me."
"You don't need to say sorry to the frost giant." Nimue declared, "You have your own habits and personality, and so do we. I don't understand you, but it doesn't affect anything at all." Although Sangminna Misfaran is A mysterious creature in the Sky Realm, but since he is Sita, he is definitely not as tall as me.
"Although it is useless for you to talk about anything, it is at least better than not revealing a word. Okay, now you stay here until the command headquarters makes a decision." the staff ordered.
"That will have to wait until the war is over." Tekapo snorted.
"There are some difficulties in conveying orders at the moment. 'Medal' Renon is leading a mercenary group to support the dwarves. He is the last team commander I appointed-"
"His mercenary group ran out of people halfway, and had to summon bugbears." Nimue pointed out, "Then the wild elves also followed. I think you must have arranged different tasks for them."
"We saw this with our own eyes," Tekapo added.
"Damn it!" An Ge was so angry that he circled around the camp. "No, I will personally deliver the order. You follow me and are not allowed to leave without permission."
"Why didn't you inform Sang Mina?"
"The gardener is dead. Come with me now!"
They could not get far away from the camp. An invisible pressure hit the battlefield, and the soldiers who were fighting were stunned. The command post built with simple supports had a tendency to collapse, so the frost giant stretched out his palms to support the wood, freezing them in place. The sitas immediately emerged from the tent, a haze of fear passing over Tekapo's dark face. "The sky," she whispered. "Trolbane Drablay."
The color of Sitaango has become lighter. He poked his head out from under the protection of the frost giant and used magic to peer into the distance: "It's really him! But this doesn't make sense at all. Lord Misfaran should have found it before us..."
"Don't move." Nimue pushed him down with two fingers, and arrows penetrated the alchemy tent covered with branches and leaves, exploding on the desk and sand table. The frost spread faster than the river, covering all unstable magic arrows in the blink of an eye. She looked at her palms in surprise, wondering how magic could become so handy.
"The elements are too rich." Lengguang Sita said. "The rules here aren't quite right."
"It's not just because of the rules." Consultant An Ge squeezed out a sentence.
They held their breath, waiting for the thunderous sound of horse hooves to surge from the beach, or for a heavier mysterious pressure to flatten the battlefield and crush the battlefield like huge rocks falling from a landslide. However, the panic failed to completely end the chaos. After the suffocating depression, the emotions and mystery of the soldiers on both sides of the war completely rebounded, even more intense than before. Nimue saw one of her kin tearing apart their enemies, his own back riddled with spears, and battered into the wreckage of the fleet. The archers and pitchers immediately aimed at him.
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