The Black Scepter

>To this day, Ashcandi once again sits on the first chair with great power, the "lord"-as an impeccable aristocrat with countless masks, she can know nothing in front of Murphy Innocent girl, but in front of the enemy, she is a terrible chess player.

"It takes three days to build a laboratory?"

In the afternoon, the acting head of the magician squad called by Ashcandi tremble faced the powerful lord who was sitting in his armchair, and wiped cold sweat in the face of the problem.

"Yes, sir."

"Tell me about the topic you are going to study."

"Regarding the maximum use efficiency of cluster element explosions, there are also--"

Before he finished speaking, Ashcandy was interrupted by a chuckle.

"To study these things for a fart, the mode where the magician dominates the battlefield will be replaced sooner or later. What is your maximum casting distance? Three hundred meters? Or four hundred meters? Non-big magician's bans are in front of the cluster longbow. It's a joke, do you dare to really face the coverage of thousands of arrows? Those old-fashioned tactics are still working against the bandits, and the longbowmen of the cluster are not as good as you speak, don't you understand this? "

Ashcandi's eyelids didn't lift, and the other person raised his arm to wipe his sweat again with a few words.

This kind of oppressive force is unimaginable to ordinary people. A high-level magister basically has nostrils everywhere, but few people in Ashcandi dare to really raise their heads and look at them.

"Change the subject and study within two days how to release and effectively control the dense fog with a visibility of ten meters within a square kilometer. This is the first task. I don't want to see failure."

"Got it, sir."

"Call Brown to come in."

The mage retreated, and the head of the Knights, Brown, walked into the house with a helmet and marched.

"The three hundred knights left their servants without equipping heavy armor and hurried to Erdos City immediately."

"Yes!"

For this weird command, Brown chose absolute obedience—heavy cavalry without equipment and heavy armor without obedience, the survival rate on the battlefield will be greatly reduced, even if the strength is outstanding, but in the face of allegedly able to penetrate the armor within 200 meters The long bow is purely difficult to resist.

Die?

Brown is too lazy to think about it so much. The Cavaliers only need to charge when they hear the Charger. The extra, know as little as possible.

After giving these two orders to the core team of the night watchman, Ashcandi turned the feather pen in his hand and looked at the map on the desk-at this moment, Hegel's troops spread out in the northwest of Lampard, It is roughly divided into five groups of troops, and there are four main towns outside the city of West Sellin. They are Pas and Gelda in the north, Wenli in the northwest and Hegel in the northwest, and Seoul in the west. Doss, Scout intelligence shows that the two fronts of Hegel are approaching towards the city of Pas in the north. One front is oppressed by Wenley. Hegel’s own battalion is standing still. Come.

It seems that these enemies outside the city of Sisselin are preparing to attack three outlying cities at the same time, and weaken Lampard's strength layer by layer like peeling onions.

In the face of Lord Lampard who has not yet resisted, Hegel has always been cautious, so he is not in a hurry to take this fat meat.

However, he could not have imagined that when the calm on the surface of Lampard appeared, the internal army began to operate with an incredible efficiency-Ashcandi’s orders were dozens of times in a row, and the details were completely All combat details include, where the soldiers recruited from different nobles gather, when they depart, when they arrive and where they arrive, what equipment and weapons they must pack are clearly written, and they take refuge from civilians and food. Arrangements, weapon supply and logistics medical preparations have not missed even one!

Even the plague prevention measures of the two rivers were written on the row of schedules for the logistic soldiers.

Eindal thought she was an extremely efficient intelligence officer, but when she walked out of the tower with a stack of parchment handwritten by Ashkandi, she really felt that she had never seen the world.

There are too many freaks in this world, and I am still far away from those people.

The battle was like chess, Hegel now took the lead to gain the advantage, and entered the midfield carefully, but Ashcandi took over in the midfield and started her strong counterattack.

She has no absolute superior strength, long-handed archer with terrifying attack ability, and the only ones who can get it are only the three hundred knights and a few magicians-and her Ω-level strongman herself.

But for her, the game is fun-personally on the battlefield? That's really a bargain. The self-esteem and pride of a strong man made her uninterested in standing at the forefront of the team to fight against the ants. What she wanted was her satisfaction after she had defeated her with a weaker force than the other, so for this reason It is worth the effort.

The person standing in the cloud really has no mood to personally compete with the mortals on the ground, because that means nothing to her.

So when the assembled cavalry rushed to the city of Erdos that was about to be attacked by Lord Hegel at night, the soldiers praying to survive the coming battle would not understand that their blood In the eyes of the superior, even **** is not counted.

"Oh, the game has started."

At sunset, Ashcandi, who had given all his orders, overlooked the ground, saying so.

Atlantis, second floor.

The huge, cracked valley regained its brightness, but the survivors found that they had not escaped the crisis.

The night elves with a population of about three thousand died more than two hundred people in this horrific shock. These victims include seven elders, elders’ guards and dozens of elf hunters responsible for hunting-in other words, The management of the entire seven villages was annihilated, and all the elves alive had no one to direct or control them.

Sunderland took the lead in noticing this. The shield was not withdrawn from beginning to end. For the elves at close range, the entire team raised the shield and prepared to fight at any time in a passive way. Dare to shoot and immediately hit ten fireballs.

But this did not happen before, and the jungle outside the valley appeared even more terrifying.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound hit the atrium of everyone, and Sunderland, who was originally facing the mouth of the valley, slowly turned back—

"damn it!"

In the dark, the edge of the forest over a few square kilometers burned by the "burning" prohibition curse actually walked out of several huge figures one after another, and the countless Warcraft who followed subsequently held their breath!

Almost instantly Sunderland made a decision-they had no room to deal with the two groups of enemies in front of them at the same time. Night elves are humanoids. In this case, Sunderland will not make any guarantees, but What he understood was that once the guys outside that valley rushed in, the first one to suffer was himself!

Run in? There is nowhere to escape from the surrounding cliffs that are 100 meters high. Run outside? The fate of being trampled to death is unavoidable.

The reconnaissance technique released by the wave has told Sunderland that the number of creatures that continue to run in front of them is no less than the few red eyes of the kakus and locusts that are just killed by Murphys. Unknown creatures like giant bats across the sky, as well as the horrible beast with a length of 60 meters, everything put this squad that lost Murphy and the more than two thousand elves left behind into life and death crisis.

"Sword Master Defense! The mage blocks at all costs, ground splitting! Collective release! Fire damage maximized!"

After the order was issued, the sword masters raised the tower shield and stood at the forefront of all the mages, and with Sunderland's reel swinging, the gulf of the valley, which was 70 meters wide, was blasted again. shock!

Six high-level magisters neatly released the ground fissure technique, which caused more than 300 cracks to appear on the ground with a radius of nearly 1,000 square meters. The ground cracked, and the cracks in the black paint did not reach the bottom, allowing it to rush into the ground fissure technique. The Beagle dog of the range fell into the blockbuster, but the follow-ups of all kinds of Warcraft madly stepped on the shaking ground and rushed forward, regardless of the fact that the companion fell into the abyss, still like the smell of **** shark Pushed face.

Subsequently, the "lava splash" scroll with a calibration level of thirty-seven began to play its role.

The originally black ground suddenly showed an orange glow, instantly illuminating the hundreds of running Warcraft and the amazing "big guy" behind them-the next moment, the rumbling voice accompanied Sunderland lifted The movement of the wand sounded, and then a fiery magma was suddenly sprayed from the crack!

The hot magma directly wrapped the Warcraft on the ground, and their bodies started to burn instantly. The wailing sound was deafening, and the swordsmen with shields could not even face the heat radiation in front of them. "Cleaning" keeps the shields covered with water droplets, and the arms of these swordsmen will inevitably be cooked by the heat brought by the tower shield!

Sunderland looked around. The corpses of Warcraft burned like countless candles in front of him were completely burned out, but the next batch of Warcraft even completely ignored this terrifying high temperature and still rushed into the mouth of the magma caused by the large-scale ground splitting. The body started to burn, but it still rushed toward the inside frantically, and some even went out ten meters and fell to the ground to become a burning fire, but there are still countless Warcraft swarming behind!

What exactly is going on?

Hundreds of World of Warcraft poured into the mouth of the valley where the temperature was gradually declining. They roared painfully because of the high temperature, and became ashes again in the magma that popped out for the second time.

Before the third and final magma spitting out of the "lava splash", it is convenient for the valley to fly in with dozens of huge figures-the Pantara bat with a wingspan of three or four meters quickly swept across the valley The narrow corridor, the Windsor family mage immediately began to release fireball towards the sky, but because of the problem of elevation light, it was impossible to aim!

"hiss!"

The sharp scream of this huge bat sounded, and a wave of twisted air directed at Sunderland’s team, letting the various shields in front of the team unify the colorful light that was unique when the elements condensed-this represents the other party 'S attack really threatened this elite team!

But how far the group of bats continue to fly, they suddenly planted one by one to the ground-the night elf's arrow rain began to lean onto the group of Warcraft at this time!

"attack!"

Sunderland no longer worries about the problem of enemies in the stomach and back. The wand points to the front, and a huge air blade flew out, tearing three Pantala bats into pieces fiercely, and then chopped on Moria unrelentingly. On the head of the monitor lizard!

The green Yalong blood splattered, but it annoyed the horrible Yalong in the dark.

It opened its huge mouth and was roared in the middle of the mouth by six "flame bombs" before it roared!

The sword masters pulled out their short swords and stared forward—again, the World of Warcraft rushing over was about to step into their attack range.

The time has come when the real soldiers meet.

Outside of this chaotic battlefield, Murphy's figure stepped out of the shadows strangely, standing on a flat ground as if tearing the space.

The scepter in his hand was lightly held, his pupils were still shrouded in black smoke, and Murphy was paler than ever, but there was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth that was very different from the past.

He is standing on the top of the last inner cliff of the Elf Refuge Valley. The mountain wall here is like a knife and axe. The place where Murphy is standing is less than one square meter. If Murphy is looking back now Looking down, you will see that the team led by Sunderland is desperately resisting the scene of bombing and trying to rush into the Valley of Warcraft, but from the beginning to the end, he has not shifted his gaze.

Approached

At the moment, Murphy was completely bewitched by the voice in his mind. It was not so much that his body was uncontrolled, but rather that he was succumbing to an instinct and stepping forward. Murphys was taller than the surrounding walls. The insignificantly small figure stepped on another similar cliff. The gleam of the scepter illuminated the stone wall in front of him, revealing a hidden but obviously artificially chiseled path.

The traces left by the years made this old stone road covered with dust and stepped up. The road even went along the high rock walls to the depths of darkness, and walked forward for more than ten meters. Murphy entered a completely dark cave. in.

The light from the Sulfuras scepter illuminated the rock wall, and the sudden drop in temperature brought Murphy's breath to a white breath. He kept walking forward all the time, completely ignoring the surrounding walls The engraved dense array of magical arrays and characters walked unimpeded into the cave.

Along the way, more than twelve levels of terrifying defenses or camouflage circles are automatically released without delay, and there is even an epic level enough to explode this cave and even collapse this underground world by half. "Guardian" also unconditionally "give way" to him.

Walking out of the narrow cave corridor, what is in sight is an indescribable ancient palace.

This kind of feeling is like that when Murphy entered the collection showroom of Yi Zuer, he looked around, and the terrifying magic scroll of the same order, the dragon crystal nucleus that still exudes energy heat after hundreds of years or even thousands of years , Magic swords, armor, staff, magic gems, runes and corridors with two rows of blood-like robes.

"Tap-tap--"

His footsteps echoed in this simple and luxuriously decorated stone room. The slightly squinted black eyes did not stay on any treasures or scrolls, and went straight along the corridor covered with **** robes on both sides. There is a small logo at the bottom, and the names are written in ancient Sicilian language above-

"Prince Dracula? Cremand~www.wuxiaspot.com~Prince Hives? Cremand."

"Duke Cassandra Cremand."

Each name is a name that stomped on the "History of Marcus Bloodline" enough to shake the continent. The robe of the family heads of the Clemant family is displayed here for thousands of years.

The most dramatic scene is at the end of the corridor, and most of the places are still vacant. In the last robe, the words "Prince Marcus Cremon" are written, and next to it, "Prince William "Craeman" logo.

The light glanced in front of the showcase where the blood-red robe had not been hung, the glorious past representing the underground history of the Creman family was hidden in the darkness, and the foot of Murphys holding the scepter of Sulfuras stayed in the final In front of the stone gate, a line of warnings was written in ancient Gothic text: "Mortal, stop here."

This house has not been recorded in the official history, and only the legends circulated in the blood family have a legendary name that fits it-"Final Dogma".