The Amber Sword

The sun suddenly slightly darkened in the winter, and the upper layer of the tree crown whistled, as if countless flying birds were winging high. The hunter's teenager subconsciously raised his head and saw countless staggered photographic clippings flying over his head, his mouth slammed wide.

“Fly... flying horse!? ”

“It's the Royal Wind, those fucking retards are doomed!” Odom complained out loud: "But I didn't see anything! ”

“But they're in heaven! ”

“I don't know, I just see a pitch of black!” The dwarf master answered without a grudge.

The teenager hurried to correct the dwarf's heavy helmet. “Oh!” Odom shouted, “God, I didn't notice the problem. I'm probably in too much of a hurry. Thank you so much! ”

“Ha-ha-ha, you idiot dwarf!” Phoenix's laughter came from afar and the elf girl laughed backwards and forwards.

“Ah, goddamn little girl!” Oldham blows his beard straight: “You wait, I'll make you look good. ”

“You can't beat me, Mr. Oldham. ”

The teenager carefully avoided the center of the two men, and he raised his head and looked at the ongoing war in the sky.

“Goddess Guard! ”

In the city of Valhalla, the vast majority of people went into houses or temporary shelters. Workshops and shops on the streets were closed, but everyone hid behind the doors and windows and watched silently the war that had to do with their future.

But the moment the knights on the canopy appeared, the whole city had a little cheer behind it.

Sikkoti and Sigaguruan stood on the spiritual horses that burned white flames, and the long guns in their hands flashed the silver glow of the poem. After the wing helmet, the long, braided blonde hair danced with the wind, and they held a small round shield, behind them hundreds of their sisters.

From the warriors of the Spirits of the Ancient Era, the Goddesses of Martial Arts of Odin.

Sikoti watched the battlefield with an indifferent eye, and when she noticed the Nightmare Army pounding in front of her, she had to flash a glimmer of contempt in her celestial stone eyes.

“Sisters!” She pointed a long gun at those formless opponents, and the majestic voice shouted: “For Valhalla, for the Palace of the Spirit, for the Strike -! ”

A path of silver falls from the sky. The Nightmare Army, dragged by Phoenix's premeditated use of retardation and gravity, simply cannot organize an effective defense, let alone be stronger than its opponents.

Nightmares were still the most powerful of the armies at dusk in the age of the mother worm, but that time, together with the glorious age of the burial of the gods, was long gone.

The Female Warriors' attack seemed like a sharp blade, passing directly from this army.

Nightworms fall down like rain.

“Victory! ”

People in Valhalla screamed excitedly.

The hunter teenager in the city was also screaming, and he was cheering and leaping. Behind him, his father watched the scene silently, but his heart was slightly stirred.

He can't help but recall his teenage years, when Eruin had two real heroes. Everyone has a hope of revival in their hearts, and under the leadership of two adults, everything seems so good.

The sweat on Baron Dahler's face gathered into a stream, and the stream gathered into a stream. His face was as pale as a piece of paper, and he looked back at Hollis with a crying eye, but the wizards didn't even look at him.

Hollis was so disappointed in this man that he no longer expected the Nightworm to play any role, and his opponents had so many goddesses of martial arts, which they had not expected.

And more importantly, the fortress looks intact, and its colleagues who were sent on sabotage missions are presumed to be few.

He did not expect the battle to evolve into the present scene, a war that had undoubtedly fallen into a bitter battle, the only advantage now being the clusters of armies on the ground. If nothing goes wrong, the Tonigars, be they the White Lion Guards, the Cavemen, or the Semi-Man Horse Warriors, are far from clusters of opponents.

He raised his head.

The canopy layer of Valhalla is slowly expanding, with a huge spherical cavity in the stretched branches, the wind blowing over the top of the tree, and thousands of sides of the sail glittering silver.

That's Toniguer's fleet.

Hollis was troubled by the strength of that fleet, which was once the main ship and command vessel in the Kanage floating fleet, and the Kanaks simply gave their backup fleet directly to the Tonigars. This is the only power on the battlefield that an opponent can decide on, and its performance must be limited.

He struck a loud finger and a small array of laws floated not far away, sending a respectful voice in a slowly spinning circular magic array: "Dear Lord Hollis, Gonzalez awaits your command. ”

“Let your fleet unfold and take the upper hand. ”

“Aye, may the glory of knowledge be with you, my lord, and may we defeat these hillbillies with ease, please wait and see. ”

“Be careful, the opponent is not as weak as you think, and I ask you not to initiate an offensive and try to hold each other within effective range, exposing the Tonigars to their side bellies. ”

“As you wish, my lord. ”

Hollis nodded to his satisfaction, and although Bancians were mortals, they had voluntarily become the benefactor of the Sassards for many years and were much better used than these barbarians.

At least they understand the importance of obedience and discipline.

Two large, silver fleets in the sky are each searching for their best position, and it is clear that the Sussards' fleet is much more advantageous, first arriving on the battlefield and first forming, while the Tonigars' fleet is still slowly leaving the port.

“Huh?”

Hollis suddenly slightly flashed.

He saw the Tonigalese fleet strike three or three times, flying around the harbour like a tourist fish, a classic ground-to-ground attack in Buga's naval tactics.

They're still under attack in their own fleet, ignoring the threat over their heads?

“Are the Tonigars crazy?” Hollis flashed this idea in his head.

The next minute, the Tonigars fleet opened fire.

Magic and artillery shells, like a hurricane that swept through the battlefield, devastated a moving army on the ground, and hundreds of clusters of giant beasts flew away in this wave.

“No!” Baron Dahler's face twisted. He rushed up to grab Hollis' arm: “What's your fleet doing? Stop them! ”

Hollis threw this guy away, and just a spell set him in the air: “Shut up, I know what to do, you fucking idiot! ”

There is no need for him to give the order that Gonzalez, as an experienced old captain, will never give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The Tonigars fleet formed a glittering diamond in the sky, with almost all of their guns pointing to the ground, and no one would have mercy on an opponent who would not fight back.

“Open all guns! ”

“Let the sorcerer apprentices all go to the deck! ”

With his cigarette butt, Gonzalez walked straight to the deck, giving orders to the entire fleet through the magical array of magical summonses.

He picked up his pocket watch, pointing to the ticking pointer, and said out loud: "I'll give you three minutes to get ready to fire in three minutes! ”

The Sassards fleet turned slowly, revealing a neat line of battle, dozens of frigates turned sideways as the main battleship of the dock turned, and the sailors opened a fan door, revealing countless holes in the black hole.

The magic cannon is being pushed into the cannon position, and the enchanted crossbow gun on the deck has been reoriented. Every magic position has been set up to prepare for the wizard. The crystal of the cane head in their hands is flashing brilliantly.

“Time's up! ”

“Fire...”

It looks like a cloud wall is rising above the sky. The flashes of fire flashed between the clouds, and countless artillery and magic suddenly broke through the tumbling clouds of smoke, forming a silver trace, leading to the Toniguer fleet, which was falling in height under the crown of the Valhalla tree.

Then the deafening roar sounded all over the sky.

However, the gunfire did not hit the Tonigars' fleet.

A pale green light barrier unfolds slowly from the entire Valhalla canopy layer, "Fortress defense system unfolds, ready to withstand the first wave of attack, attack arrives, energy returns to 13.11… 12.07… 11.9… 10.0%, magic reaction is over, loss report restated. ”

A dazzling flash of light flashed over the light barrier, but after the explosion of magic and artillery, the smoke clouds slowly faded away - Valhalla stood still and the silver fleet under its shelter stood still.

“Ha-ha-ha, they're not even our opponents!” Monica rolled straight on the crystal console with excitement, waving her fists at a calm young girl and screaming, “You're great, Valhalla! ”

The teenage girl simply ruffled Valhalla's damage report, which was a snow-white piece of paper.

Above the head of the city, the teenager held his chest pale, but waited until the last moment before taking a long breath. This time, he didn't scream, he didn't yell excitedly, he just suddenly put his hands down calmly, and in his hand - he held his fists tight.

At that moment, there seemed to be something in the mind of a teenager, something he had never imagined before.

He finally saw that that was Eluin's power.

Halfway above the sky, the wizards were silent.

The vast fleet of Sassards also remained silent for a moment, even forgetting the second round of fire.

Hollis looked at the scene like water, and he slowly extended his hand, and a red jade-like staff emerged empty-handed and appeared in the palm of his slender palm.

“I should have known that this was the true power of the Jihad Fortress -” he turned around and swept away his colleagues: “Come with me, it is time for us to play and let all see the true power of the Salads. ”

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