The girl looked down at the scene with her head down, and looked a little indifferent among the good looks under her silver face armor.
Instead of looking at the things in front of her, her gaze hovered over a longer memory.
In a loud noise, the burning trunk in the distance was falling, and the final shock of the crystal clusters army reached Valhallas third line of defense.
Countless roaring flames and fireworks are rising from the purple ocean.
Then a tsunami-like cheer broke out behind her.
Above the sky, both the Tonigel and Sasard fleets are slowly turning their heads, neatly lining up a battle line.
The two fleets are converging—
That was where the army of crystal clusters could finally reach.
Even without looking back, Andrea knew that the army at dusk was beginning to retreat, her cloak fluttered slightly, and the pieces of cloth seemed to sweep across the battlefield.
They are the shadows of the earth.
It is the nightmare of the gods.
But they are not without rivals.
“And we,” Andrea whispered, and she looked up to look into the distance: “And they can defeat your master. What the Dusk Dragon gives you is just a dream.”
“Victory, its not far …”
As she said, the girl slowly reached out her hand, held her spear, and pulled it back.
The baron had lost any viable corpse, a crackling sound in his chest, and the whole man slowly fell forward to the ground.
His body was slowly melting, flowing like mercury on the ground, then dried up and turned into silver powder, which was rolled up by a whirlwind and scattered in the wind.
Energy family.
The twilight ethnic group born of magical power, the energy is immortal, they are endless.
They have destroyed the kingdom of giants in the wars of yesteryear.
However, in this endless war, they also have such old enemies.
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The Amber Sword book 6 Chapter 877 Valhalla Offensive and Defense IV
Let the time call back just a few minutes ago.
On the huge battlefield surrounding the World Tree Fortress.
Across the plains across the valley, a dramatic change is taking place above the plains.
Just before the silver goddesses of war crossed the sky, they cut straight into the Yanbao army led by Baron Dale.
Looking from the entire battlefield, this assassination seems to have reached the most heated moment, the purple crystal frenzy is rushing to each section of the wall of the huge fortress. A sea of sparkling purple light symbolizes that Eruins flags of humans and elves are constantly annihilated.
But occasionally, they reappear.
That was a symbol of the unstoppable resistance of the Druids and Elves among the Tonigers and the Black Forest. The shouting and killing sounds converged into an invisible wall, blocking the advance of the Dusk Army.
Just like Monicas prior judgment, the scale of victory on the battlefield is tilting-not to the side of civilization. The situation irresistibly slipped into the worst situation, facing the endless army of crystal clusters, the defense line of this legendary fort is gradually becoming endangered.
The face of the new Valhallas soul, the expressionless girl, is observing the situation on the battlefield through her branches, and showing the details on the huge crystal facade in the hall of the tree. He analyzed the gains and losses on the battlefield without feeling, and then told Monica:
How much time is left before the last line of defense.
“I see, I know!” Monica whispered impatiently, scratching her hair anxiously—though those were just bright beams of light, and had no substance.
She mumbled, jumped from the crystal tower, and flew through the skylight in the dome of the hall.
Through the shadow of the tree in Valhalla, there is the blue sky, Miss Guangling raised her head to the sky, and muttered to herself:
“… dont let us down!”
Such a view was reflected in her magnificent eyes.
The endless green shadow of the towering crown of the world tree shrouds almost the entire sky, and the dim green leaves are shaking. I do not know when, the huge magic formations over Valhalla are long gone.
Where did the Sazardian wizards go?
The aristocratic troops on both sides of the river valley have no time to consider this issue, because the war has gradually gotten out of their control, and those who were originally combatants have now become bystanders.
After tasting the failure of the noble knights, they took their large number of servants and waded wading back to the north shore of the Welland Ferry. At this time, no one was chasing them behind. The Tonigger army had already passed them. In the distance, The army of crystal clusters collided on the plain.
It was a fierce battle.
Everyone looked at this scene with apprehension.
They seem to have seen such scenes since childhood. In myths and legends, in stories and dreams, the prophecy about the fate of the world that the mother spoke at the bedside was described in the poem of Cang Seal engraving-the moment when Marthas people meet the ultimate enemy of this world.
The dusk of the gods—
So who is their enemy?
Here, why should everyone fight?
Is this just a civil war in this little kingdom?
Why does it look like this now?
The knights of the North who have experienced or are experiencing this war are all the first to feel confused and frightened.
The development of things goes beyond their cognition.
The beliefs and values they have pursued all their lives-the question of who is the orthodoxy of the kingdom-seem to be insignificant at this moment. However, the nobles of the north have not yet recovered from the great consternation, and the ruined army on the plain has swarmed over.
When the twilight army appeared, the first to be targeted by them was not the Tonigel army, or even the World Tree Fortress with the most prominent target on the battlefield.
It was the army of the northern nobles who were closest to the portal from the beginning.
For crystal clusters and tapeworms, these humans are not friendly in their eyes—there is no such concept in their consciousness. Their choice is to follow their instincts and attack these order creatures closest to themselves.
Or rather, slaughter.
The sudden attack from behind, and the huge disillusionment that was betrayed by the King and the Earl of Yanbao, instantly collapsed the noble coalition forces in the north.
The collapse triggered a wider chain reaction.
The army had just been reorganized on both sides of the Alder River, and many noble knights who braved their courage to return were wrapped around and started to flee, looking far from the entire battlefield, as if a terrible defeat had occurred.
This is indeed a defeat.
Its just that not all the Eruin escaped.
Above the battlefield, another group of Elunes is defending their glory.
“These guys fled,” said Montolo, half-kneeling on the ground covered with blood, resting on the ground with the magic sword that Bredel gave him, gasping.
He took a scornful look on his face: “I thought they had at least a little courage to understand who was the real enemy.”
“This cant blame them all.” Rawlint leaned on the huge roots of Valhalla to witness this scene. At this time, he could not help thinking of his own position. Before long, he was actually not qualified to joke about these. people.
But he also did not expect that the Wang Dang and Earl Yanbao would be like this.
And his family, his father, really know all this?
“Theyre just choosing the wrong one,” Rollint murmured. “Theres no shortage of bravery among the Eleuins.”
“Like you, Rollint.”
“No, Im much luckier than them, at least for now.” Having said that, however, Rollints tone still carries a huge loss, and nothing is better than watching his efforts to fight for it. The despair of all hope is even more frustrating.