God seal

"I said——" Searle held his longbow and aimed at the mission target in the distance, "If you can really predict so accurately, Olivier, why don't you tell me whether our mission will fail or succeed?"

Olivier, who was half leaning on the tree trunk to read, laughed when he heard the words, "It depends on us. Searle, prophecy is not a tool for tricks."

"Then can you predict if I catch up with them for a while, will they catch them without a fight or continue to run away?" Searle asked again.

Olivier turned a page, "If prophecy can predict these small things in detail, then I would rather use it to predict what you will steal at noon, lest you have diarrhea like yesterday morning."

The young elf couldn't help rubbing his stomach, and complained, "If you can't even do this, what's the use of prophecy?"

"Searle, do you think that such an unpredictable thing as fate can really be predicted?" The mage finally closed the book and looked at the handsome elf, "Then why so many excellent prophecy mages throughout the ages cannot avoid their die?"

Searle was stunned by his question.

"Then...the prophecy is false and doesn't exist at all?"

"The predictions that most prophecy mages can do are nothing more than casting blessings, judging directions, and tracking whereabouts." Olivier said, "Perhaps only the best prophecy mages can do such a big prophecy such as spying on fate." It can only be used in one situation."

Searle couldn't help asking, "When was that?"

"Before I was dying." Olivier said quietly, "But even if I knew fate at that time, I couldn't avoid it. I'm afraid I can only smile back at fate and end this life."

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"Master Olivier!" The visitor eagerly held the master's hand, "Your arrival is our hope. God knows, how long have we been trapped by this damned river! Insist that you're in charge and there won't be so many damn things."

Bothian gently avoided the opponent's ardent claws and looked at the other person present. The dwarf commander Bolton maintained his usual disdain.

"It doesn't matter what you are here for, mage. If you dare to interfere with my army, I will not give you good fruit!"

"Commander Bolton, you are so rude..."

Bossian was not interested in observing the power struggle between the two factions. He looked towards the river, where the fortifications for crossing the river were almost half built.Even without the mage group led by him, the attack time would not be delayed.The addition of mages to the coalition's attacking force was nothing more than the result of factional struggles.Both sides wanted a greater command of the coalition forces.

But Bethian didn't say anything about it.

"When does it start?" he asked.

"Tomorrow, before dawn." Commander Bolton glanced at him, "If you want to participate, you must fight as a vanguard."

"This request is too much!" The nobles over there were still hypocritically calling "injustice" for Bethien.

"Pioneer, yes." However, Bossian has quickly agreed to Bolton's request, and then turned away under the surprised eyes of the two factions, as if he was mentally prepared for whatever happened tomorrow.

The water of the Aixi River began to decrease, and the flow rate also became slow. The last shelter left by the Elf King was coming to an end.Estes led the elves to patrol the river every day. They watched the fortifications gradually improving on the other side of the river and understood that the real war would soon begin.

What the coalition forces could not have imagined was that the first to attack was the elves who were obviously at a disadvantage in numbers.

When they encountered the first batch of cold arrows, they thought the elves on the opposite side were crazy, so they sat in a rickety simple boat and bent their bows in the middle of the river to shoot arrows. They were simply living targets!

"Attack!" Bolton ordered. "Sink their ships!"

The archers of the allied army on the river side set up their bows and arrows, but soon found that their range was far inferior to that of the elves.

"Our own archers can't attack the target, sir! They are beyond our attack range!"

"Cunning elf." Bolton read, "Where are the mages, can't they attack these long ears?"

"The casting range of spells can be near or far." Bothian came to the river at some point, "This distance can be attacked by elemental mages who master the wind. But I suggest proceeding with caution."

"I said don't interfere with my command! In this case, let the elemental mages go!" Bolton looked a little authoritarian.Normally, Bossian would absolutely not be able to bear anyone's orders to him so arrogantly, but today, he rarely refuted.

"As you wish, Commander."

The elemental mages stood in the front row. In order to ensure that they could attack the elves within a safe distance, they carefully confirmed for a while, and finally confirmed that the range of the elf archers did not exceed 250 yards, while the casting distance of the wind elementals was a full [-] yards. !

However, when the elemental mages stood at the same place and began to chant spells, the elf archers in small boats quickly changed their equipment. They held enchanted bows and arrows with a longer range, and easily pierced the throats of the mages.In the first confrontation between the two sides, the coalition lost ten elemental mages and hundreds of soldiers!It can be said that the loss is not small!What is especially heartbreaking is that those mages who died in battle hardly played any value and sacrificed.

Obviously, this is a trap for the elves.

"Impossible." Bolton became anxious. "The range of elves' bows and arrows has never exceeded [-] yards. This is the experience of us dwarves fighting them for several lifetimes!"

"The elf archers in the past didn't know how to use enchanted weapons." Bothian said, "The times have changed."

The noble overseer at the side immediately followed up and said: "Yes, Commander, you are directing this war with outdated eyes. Shouldn't this heartbreaking loss be counted on you?"

Bolton sneered, "Then you have a try."

"I?"

"Yes, you can command if you have the ability!" Bolton simply said angrily after being instigated by these incompetent nobles.

The noble overseer was a little scared. He looked at Bethian, as if waiting for the leader of the mage group to say something.

Unexpectedly, Bossian said: "Since the commander-in-chief thinks so, I have no objection." Having said that, he smiled at the nobleman, "This is the moment for you to show your strength, Your Excellency."

The noble overseer is still in a daze at the moment.And Bolton glared at Berthian. He was just speaking quickly, and he never thought that someone would really take away his command.

"you dare!"

"The commander of the coalition forces is elected by everyone. Those who can take this position not only need strength, financial resources and background, but also need to be trusted by the soldiers." Bossian said, "Since you have already failed once, why not let us Give it to those who are capable, and those who are capable will live there?"

"Just him?" said Bolton. "What is he!"

"He is the noble representative of the coalition army, and behind him is the financial power to give you material assistance. Without their support, including you, this army will not be able to eat a meal, and it will not be able to replace a sword. And if you continue to command , the loss is still the same, I don’t think you can bear the responsibility of the big shots.”

Bolton looked ugly, "You're threatening me. No, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Before Bossian could reply, the agitated nobleman had already shouted excitedly.

"Yeah, this is an opportunity. Since the old dwarf can't do it, then I will!"

Humans are easily instigated creatures, and the language of divination mages has the power to confuse people.The combination of the two gave the noble overseer a confidence that they shouldn't have.Regardless of Bolton's angry shout, he summoned his own soldiers to imprison the commander, and dreamed of commanding the army!

Seeing the victory in the first battle, Estes came back excitedly and reported to Searle: "You are right! Those people never thought that we would use enchanted bows and arrows!" The elves never use enchanted weapons, because the enchantment will affect the weapons. Inflicting irreversible damage is intolerable to the weapon-loving elves.But now it's about the survival of the species, so I don't care about these.

"It was just a surprise." Searle was not very optimistic. "As long as their commander is not a fool, they will not be easily fooled again."

Facts have proved that the commander of the coalition forces is indeed not very good.After the druids and elves played tricks on the enemy several times, Searle began to doubt his original judgment. Are these rabble really worth his care?Under the tactics of repeated defeats and repeated deaths, the morale of the enemy is unstable, and the motley army that was originally united temporarily has shown signs of wavering.

"We are ready." At this moment, Old Bailey came to report to him, "But it seems that you don't need help for the time being."

Searle was about to answer him, but the situation of the battle changed again.The soldiers of the coalition army are no longer tempted by the elves, nor are they easily provoked.They even gave up on the halfway crossing plan, but chose to return to the base camp to regroup, and the sluggish atmosphere just now was swept away.

Searle smelled something different.

At the same moment, Bethian deprived the command of the noble overseer.Behind him, dozens of black-robed men firmly controlled the command core of the coalition forces.He was like a hunter who had been planning for a long time and finally closed his palms, and said with a smile.

"The capable live there."

Originally still able to fight back, but Bolton, who had already been imprisoned, naturally couldn't make any more resistance.

Bethian Olivier became the supreme commander of the coalition forces.