In front of the Seventh Trench Defense Line.
Milod lowered his head and looked down at the dark abyss in front of him. A faint light blue light burst out from his eyes. Then his eyes gradually reflected the densely packed deep monsters in the lightless trench. They were all hanging like bats on the steep slope. On the rock wall, prepare for the coming war.
These monsters with two feet and two claws look similar to humanoids, but their hideous and deformed faces seem to be pieced together. They can almost be described as blasphemous to life, and the stone scales on their bodies are even more shocking. Lord felt a little sick.
But it would be nice if the danger of these monsters only lies in their disgusting appearance. The strongest individuals among these monsters are nothing in Milod's eyes. The problem lies in their staggering numbers.
Even Milod, who uses ocean vision, can only see the tip of the iceberg of these monsters. You must know that in this case, his range of perception far exceeds the vision used by normal Atlanteans. His perception of the ocean only depends on The intensity of his mind.
The monsters he just saw at a casual glance were worth five figures, but these were just the death squads they arranged at the front. The real main force of these monsters was still lurking in deeper and safer locations.
The enemies he really worried about and feared were also hiding in the darkness.
In the past few hundred years, the sea people have evolved much further than before. The most terrifying thing about these monsters is that they can become stronger through continuous killing. And although Atlantis still all follows the ancient teachings, these monsters However, the speed of change is somehow far faster than in the past. This is also the reason why the defense line has been retreating continuously in recent hundreds of years.
Although the strongest sea clan they have seen now is only level 4, the number is no longer the same as in the first few hundred years. When they first established their defense line, there was only a level 4 leader of the sea clan, but now Every time they attack, seven or eight level 4 sea tribesmen will appear.
What worries Milod the most is that these fourth-level sea tribes have appeared in a very orderly manner in the past two hundred years, which means that there must be a leader who can order them in the deep sea that he has never set foot in, and this new student The Sea Clan must have reached level 5.
And if the Sea Tribe finds a way to advance to Level 5, then they will definitely face more than just one Level 5 monster. You must know that now that the Sea Tribe has no Level 5 monsters participating in the battle, Atlan, led by three Level 5 leaders, Thies has had a tough time dealing with it.
These bloodthirsty, flesh-eating monsters themselves are actually not very strong, but there are simply too many of them. Even if all the Atlanteans went into battle and fought without eating or drinking, and assuming that none of them would die, they would still have to kill a few. It would take months to kill these bloodthirsty monsters.
Atlantis once mastered the method of inhibiting their growth, and they almost killed these monsters several times. In fact, their ancestors did successfully exterminate the sea tribe, but unfortunately it was just the result of countless mistakes they made. One of the.
As they killed the last of the seafolk, they learned how to be born out of nothing but rock and flesh.
From then on, they will face countless such monsters.
And this incident made the wise kings vow not to make decisions easily that might change these monsters.
But even though Milod has always adhered to this code, the Sea Tribe did not stop growing stronger because of this. Instead, it gradually turned into a behemoth that could swallow Atlantis at any time.
Recently, he even occasionally dreamed about the scene after Atlantis was slaughtered by these monsters. This also forced Milod to face his inner fears and worries. This is why they finally thought of making the land common. Go to war.
Before it's too late.
"Wise King." An Atlantis officer wearing light armor came up behind him, "We can go into battle at any time."
Milod looked at the young Atlantean man with a determined look and noticed that this was a new face that he had never seen before.
"Where was your old boss?" He already knew the answer when he asked.
But he still needed to hear it for himself.
But the young man's answer still exceeded his expectations:
"My brother died two months ago, but he didn't become their nourishment."
The young man's words were slightly sad, but what showed more was his pride for his brother.
Milod nodded slightly, and then asked with a heavy heart:
"Are all the spells ready?"
"Ready," he replied firmly.
What they use to resist these sea tribes is a powerful magic circle. These monsters face the wrath of the ocean, but maintaining the magic circle still requires the guidance of Atlantean priests, and sometimes those monsters will break through the waves and come to them. in front of.
At that time, the priests will need the protection of these soldiers. Even a few missed monsters are a huge threat, so these soldiers will definitely suffer casualties during the battle, but they have summed up a few things from the long battle with Zai and the Hai clan. This is not a very accurate experience.
These sea people cannot be allowed to see them, these sea people cannot be allowed to get their bodies, and these sea people cannot be allowed to escape after the battle.
Therefore, these soldiers must prepare several spells before joining the battle, such as absolute darkness, ocean vision and melting into water. The first two can ensure that they will fight monsters in complete darkness, while the last one can make them die. The corpse immediately turned into sea water and flowed away.
It stands to reason that after ensuring these conditions, their battle will not bring any benefits to the Sea Clan. They have been executing these conditions perfectly for thousands of years. In the first few hundred years, the Sea Clan made almost no progress.
But somehow, now they seem to have found new ways to become stronger.
And he didn't know exactly what it was.
"As long as you are ready, you can relax a little this time." Milod nodded and said, "This time I brought the artifact."
The officer looked happy, but still a little confused:
"Isn't it time yet?"
Milod nodded:
"It's not yet time."
The officer who was still a little happy was keenly aware of the low tone in his tone, and his high emotions instantly cooled down.
The wise king consoled him:
"Don't worry, we will definitely find a solution once and for all."
He could also understand the officer's concerns. Normally, the three wise kings would take turns guarding the front, and would be responsible for about one-tenth of the entire front every time the Sea Tribe attacked. However, this could only be considered a shame. Resist the attack of the sea tribe.
Even if they are on guard, the number of the Sea Tribe will exceed a certain critical value, and although they can still ensure their own safety in front of these monsters, the entire defense line will slowly and completely collapse under the heavy pressure, and eventually They may be the only ones to survive in Atlantis.
So at a certain point, they will borrow the power of the artifact to clean up the accumulated sea tribe. So far, they have been relatively relaxed in this regard, and the rate of producing soldiers in the outer city can keep up with the consumption.
But Milod didn't intend to wait until the end to find a way. If they did that, they wouldn't be worthy of the title of virtuous king.
"Let's get started," he said. "They're coming."
The Sea Tribe is starting to make a move.
Milod took out a spherical crystal from his arms. If anyone looks closely, they can see that liquid is flowing inside the sphere. However, due to the large size difference, it is difficult for anyone to realize what the liquid inside means.
Blue lights that could only be "seen" with the mind lit up on both sides of him, and then countless blue magic lights lit up one after another along the entire front, extending to a distant end that even he could not see.
The sphere in Milod's hand also lit up with a faint blue light.
He projected his mind into it.
Milod saw the deep trench that led straight to the ground, as well as the blue curtain that shrouded directly above them, as well as the countless dense black dots blocked by it. Now he could finally see it all.
He began to turn the blue crystal ball in his hand slightly.
Countless black spots swam up toward the blue curtain without fear of death, but their courage had no practical meaning in front of the god-like power. The seawater began to roll up whirlpools with his shaking, and the soft and gentle liquid turned into A blade that can shatter metal.
The crystal ball is a little red and dirty in many places.
Countless ferocious sea clans turned into blood and gravel as his arm shook slightly.
In just half a minute, nearly a million dangerous monsters died.
This was an almost miraculous achievement, but Milod and the other warriors still looked solemn, because they had repeated similar things countless times, so they knew that this could not slow down the monsters at all.
They will also grow out of the stone.
Endless.
"Okay." He put the dim crystal ball in his arms a little tiredly, "Even if they want to reoccupy this sea area, it will take a long time, not to mention they have to re-train so many people who can fight. New heir.
"We are safe for now."
The officer hesitated for a few seconds, but still couldn't hold back and asked:
"We're going to win, right?"
Milod looked at the young man from the outer city for several seconds, and then nodded sincerely:
"Yes, I promise you."
After saying that, he immediately turned around and stepped into the whirlpool portal behind him.
Milod knew that he couldn't look at the young warrior. He was afraid that the other party would see that he was lying. Although Milod knew that this would make him look like an unqualified wise king, he still couldn't. Hold it in.
He is really not good at being a leader, and in fact, he had no intention of being a good king.
His brother was originally supposed to be in this position, but he died during the siege of the Sea Tribe when he was young. In the end, he was completely unworthy of this responsibility and had to shoulder this responsibility.
"You are finally back."
The moment Milod walked out of the portal, he saw two people who shouldn't be here - the wise king Kelanu and the wise king Vadia.
"How is the situation?" Watiya asked with concern.
"It went very well," Milod said. "This time I killed maybe eight or nine million sea people. I don't know if the land people have eight or nine million level 2 ability users."
Kailanu smiled and said:
"If they fight us in the deep sea, it doesn't matter if there are eighty or ninety level 5 ability users."
Milod corrected himself:
"So why are you waiting for me here?"
Kailanu and Vadia looked at each other, and then the latter said hesitantly:
"We have a visitor from overland."
Milod's eyes narrowed:
"You met him without me?"
According to legal principles, important decisions must be made jointly by the three wise kings. Although rules are not so important in today's tense period, he still has to show anger when his companions break the rules.
Yes, in fact, Milod was not really angry. To be honest, he was just tired. However, he had to show his dissatisfaction appropriately that his power had been usurped, otherwise these two compatriots might take advantage of him.
Milod always felt like they had something in mind for him.
But he is really not a leader or king, and he doesn't know how to use political skills to maintain his dignity, so he can only use this stupidest method to make them realize that he is not so easy to bully.
Kailanu quickly explained:
"He came uninvited."
Milod seemed a little unhappy for a while, and Vadiya quickly added:
"You'll know it when you see him."
Kelanu added:
"To be precise, it's them."
Milod glanced at them with a gloomy look, and both Kelanu and Vadiya immediately lowered their heads to avoid looking at him, which easily dispelled his originally ferocious look.
He is indeed not suitable to be a wise king. He has no wisdom and cannot be called a king at all.
"Lead the way." Milod snorted coldly.
Kelanu and Watiya immediately turned around and started to lead the way, and they didn't mention anything about meeting the guests privately. They seemed to want him to just swallow this breath, but Milod didn't have any intention of doing so. Other ways.
Showing anger is all he can do. The one who is good at that is his elder brother. Kailanu, Watiya and his elder brother are the three inseparable childhood friends, and the elder brother has always been the three of them. leader in.
If their brother were alive now, Kailanu and Watiya would definitely respect him.
He is a born king.
Milod followed his companions into the secret reception room where he met outsiders.
A young man who looked about twenty-seven or seventy-eight years old was standing in the living room. When they came in, the young man had a look of surprise on his face:
"Finally I met the famous Three Wise Kings."
The cold-looking Kailanu and Watiya had a chilling aura of majesty just standing there, which made the young people who were already well-known on land instinctively lower their voices.
But what really made him feel oppressed was the man standing in the middle who looked only a few years older than him.
The man who went to land alone to wash the coast with blood, faced three incarnations of the Poseidon one after another, and killed them one after another. The culprit who caused the Poseidon who was once equal to the sun to be completely lonely in the past few hundred years - Milod of the Raging Sea.
