Shaman from Afar

Outside the city of Ebden, the main battlefield.

The corpses of bones were already covered in the burning battlefield, the broken limbs and the fragmented weapons and armor filled the trenches, making the trenches ignite a long-lasting fire ... Still unable to prevent the soldiers of both sides from going forward and pouring into the battlefield The body and the fresh life have become an obscure weight on the balance of war.

Tragic, ruthless, calm, numb.

The so-called "Battle of Destiny", "Battle of the Empire" ... It did not make Brandon feel any thrilling excitement or excitement at all, only numbness, long, endless numbness.

If there was a trace of blood at the beginning, then after the fierce fighting continued for several hours, even the blood flowing in the body gradually became cold, and I could not even feel any heartbeat.

In the past, when Brandon read that those "ancestors" were expressionless, "decisive" and "cool" to send an army to the battlefield to die, he imagined how tragic the emotions of these ancestors were, and right now……

Just now, when a team of 100 people who had protected themselves on the Boundary Mountain died out, Brandon de Salion did not feel any mood swings. He even thought he was dead.

Factually speaking, he almost felt that he didn't care much about winning or losing. Following the plan, step by step, step by step, carrying out every step made before the war. In a sense, he was eager to lose the battle, and quickly ended this numb and cold nightmare.

Is a hundred dead, the burden of living to bear, the pressure of making accurate judgments all the time under tension ... It is better to die than life.

Narrowed his eyes, and Brandon took a deep breath of air filled with smoke and blood, and the hot smell made his body even colder.

"When exactly ... when will it end?"

Emperor Brandon muttered to himself.

"Your Majesty?"

The leader of the night watchman stepped forward quickly, and respectfully.

"Nothing, I'm just guessing the eagle king on the opposite side, or the guy named ... Rodria Azore, will it be the same as I thought?" Brandon couldn't help raising his mouth:

"Waiting for the opponent to make mistakes, waiting for the opponent to play the final trump card first, waiting for the opponent to persevere again, waiting for the battle situation to change ... In the endless waiting, becoming impatient, I wish to personally fight to strangle the opponent alive! "

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Lorren Turin once talked to me. The elven prince on the opposite side is a person who uses war as a game and loves the game. He has an excessive attachment and tendency to victory, and it is easy to do irrational things."

"Ha! Sounds like something I would do."

Brandon laughed at himself.

"It's true, but the only difference is that the other party does this and seeks death, but His Royal Highness is the last trump card of the empire ... There is a world of difference between them."

The night watchman turned his words forward and turned the words around very cleverly.

The most important thing is to dispel Brandon's thoughts of coming in personally.

"Relax, I'm not going to do it myself until the last resort." Brandon shook his head. "As long as the three-headed dragon doesn't show up on the battlefield, the guy on the opposite side will have scruples and get crazy. Guys, actually the more afraid of death. "

"The most important thing is that I do not believe that Loren Torino will let me down."

Looking at the emperor's languid, seemingly natural appearance, Edward's eyes could not help twitching. From a long time ago he knew that the lunatic Brandon in front of him was always cautious and calm, and even felt a little afraid of death. , Is actually a class of people.

An adventurist disguising himself with various cover-ups.

Edward hates adventurists, and even hates friends who know they have nothing to do with themselves, are in danger and may even die, but still have to be friends.

For Edward, who hates trouble, the reason why he is willing to be the leader of the night watch is to protect his friends as much as possible by knowing too much and needing to save his life.

Refused to compromise, felt repression, and tried to make a comeback in adversity, eager to win a crushing victory under evenly matched conditions ... Edward felt a big deal with such an emperor and friend.

And the thought of Peter Fassa and the secrets hidden in him ... Edward is even bigger.

Didn't notice the rich expression changes of his night watchman's leader, and he was a little dazed staring at the direction of Eboden.

Look at life and death with millions of lives and the battle of fate between two races and nations as a game ... Rodria Azores is like this, is it not like this?

Whenever I think of this, Brandon always feels like he is being manipulated by something ... let the two war game guys become the rulers of the two races to decide the future and destiny of their respective races ... just kidding Something like this was actually realized in front of us.

Brandon firmly believes that the little elf prince on the opposite side must have similar ideas to himself, just as he is waiting for the success of Loren Torino's plan, he must be waiting.

"So ... what are you waiting for?"

Brandon, whispered to himself.

………………

"What are you waiting for?!"

Desperately clutching the railing in the turbulent wind, Isaac's eyes widened and shouted at the little wizard: "Can you please aim quickly, otherwise we will not survive any longer!"

"Quiet, don't disturb me!"

The little pale wizard also gritted his teeth, trying his best to lean his eyes against the observation mirror.

The whistling airflow pulled Isaac's mouth, making the male duck's voice even more unpleasant; the whole floating city was actually fluctuating up and down in the strong wind, like a lonely boat in the stormy sea. "Dance".

There are countless golden and red meteors interspersed in this violent wind and "clouds and mists", rising from the Gem River, dozens and dozens of "passionate" rush to the floating city.

With the same tactics, the empire successfully killed the Azores fleet and the fleet commander, but this does not mean that the Azores in Ebden would have no warships and transformed from smaller ocean-going warships to inland warships. Torque ballistas of oil tanks and iron crossbows are not difficult.

But the floating city has consumed too much inventory because of the previous battle, and can't come up with any counterattack force.

Fifty meters above the Gem River, the slow-moving Horn Castle Floating City under the control of Isaac did all possible flashing and moving, but in the face of the storm and the stone and iron crossbow arrows hitting, it was of no avail.

"Boom !!!"

Exploded, and the spell of "Fortitude as Ice" protected outside the floating city shattered; the blazing fire flew into the protective wall of the floating city, and there were sounds of screams.

"We have to climb, climb! Fifty meters is too low, and if you go on like this, you will be beaten down!"

"No! Absolutely not!"

Isaac, who was full of fright in the previous second, changed his face in the next second and scolded another wizard who was scared and stupid: "Now only eight of us are running the floating city, and once we climb, we will consume more The power of the Void, the power of Jiao Guangguang Sword must be weakened! "

"But, but ..."

"Nothing! Or do you want to experience the thrill of falling from the sky? I do n’t want Ain anyway, what are you waiting for, do we wait for us to be beaten down?"

The little wizard who deafly heard Isaac's roar clenched his lips and tried his best to calm himself down. The blue eyes blinked, staring at the battlefield covered by smoke and dust.

She is also waiting with anxiety.

Want to kill the elf warrior Eugen needs to meet two conditions at the same time to eliminate the void reaction on his body, and then completely wipe out nothing left.

In order to achieve this goal, she must cooperate with the front-line demon hunters, hit the target accurately at the moment when "Dream of Dreams" starts, and must not be evaded or blocked by the other party, because most demon hunters She couldn't hold on for a long time in the "Dream of Dream". The power of the void in the floating city also gave her at most three opportunities to shoot.

If you want to do this, it is as difficult as going to the sky.

In the face of the almost fierce beast-like elf warrior Eugen, most demon hunters can't even get close to the body. The very few elite hunters who successfully close the distance often don't have time to open the magic circle, just in the flames Turned into ashes.

The difference in strength between the two sides is too far, no one can stop the mad Eugen, even if it is swarming, it is useless, and it can't even cause him a little trouble.

This is no longer a "quantity" difference, but a "quality" gap.

The little wizard with his eyes close to the "observing mirror" almost watched as one demon hunter disappeared into the sea of ​​fire. These people had almost studied in the wizarding union of the Red Blood Castle. Most of them knew her. There are even two-thirds of the names, but now ...

In just one quarter of an hour, more than one hundred demon hunters have been killed in two thirds.

Eugen ... No damage!

The little wizard who was bitten by shell teeth could almost feel the blood dripping from his heart.

"Magic circle, start!" Ayin roared with a pale face.

The stunned Isaac was startled by the sudden determination of the little wizard: "Are you sure ?!"

"start up!"

The little wizard repeated his teeth again.

She knew that doing so would put more burden on the wizards in the floating city, and even cause casualties ... But even so, watching the people they knew in the past one by one, meaninglessly died ...

That's not what Einland can do, she can't do it.

"Well, since you insist so much ..."

Muttering Isaac shrugged as if he had forgotten that they only had three chances to hit. A helpless look beckoned to the wizards around him:

"Everyone's magic circle, quasi ..."

"Boom !!!"

The sound of the speech was another loud noise, which was continuously shaken by the floating city hit by dozens of stone and iron crossbow arrows.

"Magic Circle, get ready!"

The blood-splattered Isaac face on the wall climbed up without changing his color, dusted himself off, and lifted his wand over his head:

"The launcher is activated, and the magic circle begins to recharge the" light sword "!"

"Adjust the angle, prepare the firing hand, aim!"

"Ready to launch!"

"Boom !!!"

White beams crossed the sky, sweeping towards the battlefield with the power of destruction.

When the dazzling light had disappeared, the stunned Ramallos and a group of surviving demon hunters looked at the area just covered by white light.

There was nothing left except a long Azore knife that was dyed black.

A group of people were all around, staring at the broken long knife let alone the corpse, and there was no dross left.

The tumultuous battlefield was silent for more than a dozen seconds ... not only the soldiers of Byrne, but even the Azores were stunned, staring at the land where Eugen had just stood, and the risk A long knife with black smoke.

Could it be said ... Is it over?

It's that simple?

"No, he is not dead yet!"

A demon hunter suddenly exclaimed and looked anxiously at everyone: "Master Lusien reminded me that he must use the" Dream of Dream "to completely wipe out his power of the void, otherwise ..."

"Boom !!!"

The golden-red light burst from the blade to the surroundings, and the flames spread like air waves; the four demon hunters standing in the front row had no time to escape, and were instantly swallowed by the fire.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

The screaming Eugen carried a long knife from the sea of ​​fire and slowly stood up. His gray-blue pupil looked around like a fierce beast, looking for prey.

He stared directly in front of him, holding a spear and a broken sword ... the only prey that stepped back without fear of himself.

Ranmaros, who had no expression on his face, shuddered staring and couldn't help but sneer at himself.

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"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

The howling of the beast swept the flames away, waving the black long knife Eugen into a residual image and struck Ramalos.

"Dang!"

The sound of the collision of the blades burst in the ear, and Ramallus, who had closed his eyes and waited for the death, was instantly awakened.

A figure of Wei An was blocked in front of him.

The ragged knight wielded a broken sword, but stood there like an unshakable copper wall and iron wall. His messy hair and dirty robes on his body could not cover up the perseverance.

Most importantly, he has only one arm.

With only the remaining arm and the broken sword full of gaps, the ragged knight blocked the attack of the fierce beast Eugen.

"You, you are ..."

Stared at the other person's profile, and Ramalos vaguely felt like he had seen this guy somewhere.

But the knight ignored him, and his sharp gaze glanced at Eugen's grisly face, whispered:

"Holy Cross, your glory will illuminate the humble us;

Your will will walk on the ground, just like walking on the sky;

May the light shine on the earth, penetrate the darkness and shadow, and let the unbelievers embrace and cry;

Back then ...

All sentient beings ... will praise the name of my Lord loudly! "