“Attack … attack?”
Some of the undead lords asked dryly.
Instaron suddenly turned his head.
“What about reinforcements?”
“Where is the reinforcements?”
He asked sternly, the crystal cluster armys frontal attack was really contained by the man alone, and a huge gap appeared on the front. He suddenly realized that at this time as long as a fresh force could insert this from the wing Weak points on the battlefield, then this war will be finalized.
but
Where is the reinforcements?
Black Plague Corps?
No, they dont work yet.
He and Blanc turned back at the same time, looking for the figure of Meditha, but there was the trace of the little silver princess, and Instaron and the marshal looked at each other.
The wind on the battlefield suddenly became stronger.
Bredel looked back, and the flurry of hair almost covered his eyes and captivated his vision, but he did not speak silently, he was just waiting, waiting for the new force in the mouth of Matissa.
He believed that the little silver elf princess was like trusting himself, and he knew that Meditha would never lie to him.
He was waiting quietly.
But not much time was left for him.
Above his head, Xinghe is still brilliant.
Tiamas projected beside him, his face remained unchanged.
The wind became wild.
The wind that swept across the battlefield seemed to come suddenly. In the camp of the undead, the black flag suddenly rose up side by side, hunting and hunting, and in a blink of an eye, it was a sea of flags.
The air flow was gravel-like, sweeping across the battlefield like a dust storm.
Undead wizards and corpse witches looked up.
The Dark Lord and the Undead Generals turned around in unison.
They fluttered the soul fires eyes, reflecting the fluttering black rose banner, deep in their eyes, but with a hint of doubt.
Where does this wind come from?
…… (To be continued.)
The Amber Sword book 6 Chapter 186 Battle of the Sages IV
The wind comes from the hills to the west. Novelty Chinese iqi.
Such legends often spread among bards walking around, and the beasts walked above the sky.
And the wind is the sound of their wings flapping.
“what is that!”
An undead wizard suddenly screamed.
It was four long, interlaced silver lines, like four dazzling sharp swords, which swept across the entire battlefield sky in an instant.
Where they passed, the crystal clusters and tapeworms in the sky fell like raindrops.
Everyone followed their heads subconsciously, watching an arc at the end of the silver line of vision that extended forward, and then flew back, this time they could see clearly: it was a strong dragon, but they Above the slender neck, not only was the horn of the dragon born on the huge skull, but also a unicorn straight ahead.
“Long”
“No, then, thats …”
The knights covered with silver armor were sitting on the long saddle one after the other. The knight in the front held a five-meter-long shuttle-like lance and the knight in the back held a giant shield.
Their faces were completely hidden under the silver face armor, with delicate and mysterious patterns engraved on the metal, indifferent and proud.
Its like talking about their most glorious identity thousands of years ago.
Guards of Silver Elves, Cavalry of Dragon King.
They held up their spears.
“Varlor!”
The Dragon Knights shouted in unison.
“Varlor!”
The cry of victory rang through the sky.
Behind them, flashing silver dots in the sky appeared like stars and appeared on the eastern horizon.
“Silver Elves!” The undead lords were almost unbelievable: “Martha is on, thats the Silver Elves!”
It was a torrent of silver that was sweeping down from the hills of Lorverde. It was an uncountable heavy knight. The snow-silver armor shone in the setting sun, and the white feathers on the top of the helmet were like waves. Undulating.
The silver double-headed sword in their hands, and the long bow of the elves on their backs, proved the identity of the knights.
They used to defeat allergic people in Valloca. Defeated the mountain people, defeated the witch, and defeated the undead army.
Their glory is recorded on the medals on their chests. It was a staggered gun sword, the sword was Frost Singer Xin Na, and the gun was a heros relic.
That hero.
Once was their princess.
They are Sodekara heavy cavalry. Its Linges Legion, its the pride of the elves.
And thousands of years later, after the battle of the Holy One, the silver elves finally returned to this land again, only for this war that no one can stay out of the war.
On top of everyones heads, the dragon began to accelerate, plunging heads into the battlefield.
A small figure was driving a war horse near the heavy cavalry regiment of the Silver Elves.
With her long hair flying in the wind, Meditha was sitting closer and closer to the heavy cavalry regiment that was charging. When a parallel line formed between the two, she suddenly raised her head. Raised the spear high and shouted:
“Slavorclarvarlor!” (Sova Shrine, victory!)
The silver elf knights turned back to look at her, and a look of doubt appeared under the gaze of their face armor, but then this doubt became ecstatic.
They raised their swords and put them on their chests.
That was the highest courtesy of the Silver Elf Warrior.
That is wordless trust.
It is the highest courtesy for heroes.
The little princess smiled slightly, her heart filled with pride and pride. The fantasy in front of her was intertwined, as if returning to the dreamy war thousands of years ago.
It was the war of mortals against fate.
They won everything.
And at the moment. The heroes and soldiers are back here again, fighting for that sacred oath.
She held up the spear in her hand and shouted desperately:
“Holy Silver Valley, long live!”
“Holy Silver Valley. Long live!”
The knights of the Anthem Army resonated in unison, and the battlefield resounded like thunder.
“Knights of Sodkara!” Metissa fluttered her hair and she stroked her spear forward: “Follow me!”
“His Royal Highness Princess, Long live!”
The entire heavy knights suddenly crossed a beautiful arc on the battlefield, the knights from top to bottom. From the head of the Cavaliers to the Captain of the Cavaliers, there was no objection, as if they should have done so, and should obey the princesss command.
Because shes Matissa.
The most legendary legion leader in the history of the Linge Corps.
She is the hero of the elves, the hero who slept in the ancient temple.
Metisha was incorporated into the forward of the heavy cavalry regiment.
She was like holding a sharp blade in her hand. This blade was held in her hand thousands of years ago, and it is also the same at the moment. It relentlessly inserted into the army of crystal clusters.
At that most appropriate moment.
Bredel looked up and looked at the army with relief. There was a flame burning in his heart, and that was what Matissa promised him, and he knew that she would do it.
He let go of his hand.
Countless crystal clusters fell from the air and fell heavily on the ground, shocking the entire battlefield.
Instaron looked at the army of elves who were passing by him, and couldnt help sighing. Even in military talent, he found that he was still slightly inferior to His Royal Highness beside the man.
“Initiate a counterattack!”
He and a certain undead master far away on the other side of the battlefield issued the order at the same time. Instaron held up his long sword and took Adeni and her knights straight down the hill.
Her Majesty lowered her head and picked up the mercury stick, and at this moment her dark eyes finally revealed a relaxed look: