With more than 10,000 troops, there are no borders.
With more than 100,000 soldiers, the land was stretched to the sky.
The Magic Council, the Church of the Lord of Radiance, the coalition forces of the Norman Earls, and the Midland County army, numbering more than 40,000 to 50,000 people, were strangled into two battle groups on both sides of the Dove River.
Cavalry, infantry, catapults, archers and crossbowmen, and spell caster teams advanced and retreated to attack and defend, entangled endlessly.
Sometimes you take a step forward, sometimes I take a step forward, and the dust and shouts of death roll up from the ground to the sky.
Gretel looked down from the airship and thought he saw several giant dragons rolling on the ground, roaring and tearing, and their scales flying.
The dragon fights in the wild, its blood is black and yellow.
"What did you see?"
Suddenly someone next to me asked a question.
Gretel turned around and stood up quickly: the person who asked him the question was one of the three great mages who stepped out of the airship this morning, the one who stepped on the strange shiny thing. He did not dare to neglect and answered immediately:
"Our army has the upper hand."
"oh?"
"The Lord of Glory originally planned to take advantage of the unpreparedness of the coalition forces and take a bite from behind. If it were bitten by it, the coalition forces would be in chaos and the battle would be over." Gretel quickly glanced below:
Although half of the coalition forces had crossed over, the layers of ditches, deerwood, and shield warriors had firmly withstood the assault of the Lord of Glory Church. The black flag with lightning drawn on it was struck several times, but the fortress remained motionless and stable.
Stably blocked the church's coalition forces.
"Then, the Magic Council's army blocks their retreat. As long as both sides work together, they can win."
"If it's not an extraordinary person, it's pretty much the same." The questioner nodded slightly:
"But do you know how many extraordinary beings above level 10 are there in this war?"
"Earl Norman, level 12, the high priest of the Spring Temple is level 11," Grete tried hard to search his memory: "Elder Heath seems to be level 10, and the others... uh..."
"Those who are taught by the Lord of Glory, Lucerne who is chasing you today is the deputy chief referee of the Inquisition, Level 13."
The old magician replied leisurely. As he spoke, he stroked a little bird lovingly. The bird pecked at his hand affectionately. Gretel looked carefully and saw that the back of the little bird did not seem to have feathers, but ribbons.
Metallic scales:
"The great knights of the Knights should be on the same level as him. The cardinal leading the team will be one level higher. As usual, there will be a dervish to hold the line. Of course, our Carlisle here is also level 14, so he is not inferior to them.
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Grete nodded in confusion. Until now, he has never seen a master above level ten taking full action, and he has no idea at all. The old magician glanced at him and did not intend to explain more, but just pointed downwards:
"here we go."
The last syllable was still lingering in the room, and the airship suddenly bumped violently and sank heavily. Gretel was thrown upward and almost hit the roof of the cabin.
Bernard rushed over and grabbed him. Two steps away, the oval hatch suddenly opened, and the bitter wind howled in. The cold wind came in the face, and Grete's breath was suddenly stagnated, and he was blown tightly.
Close your eyes tightly.
A gentle force pushed him to the seat. When Gretel opened his eyes again, the old magician had already stepped out of the cabin door and walked away.
Why doesn’t this airship have seat belts?
Grete complained secretly, but he also knew that people who were qualified to ride on this airship probably didn't need seat belts at all. He rushed to the window and looked at the far distance above the Church of the Lord of Glory, a white robe and a red robe.
Three people in black robes flew up side by side, arranged in a zigzag pattern.
The man in red robe holds a big book in both hands, lowering his head slightly. The man in white robe on the left is holding a ball, and the man in black robe on the right is holding a sword tightly. The three of them are exactly the same, half kneeling in the air, and the soft voices echo layer by layer.
:
“My Lord, may your holy name be magnified;
May your kingdom come;
Please forgive us our sins as we forgive others..."
On the ground, the church army prayed in unison. The sound became louder and louder, as if filling the entire heaven and earth, and the white light above and below also became one. The man in red raised his right hand high and pressed it down. The white light
Then it collapsed with a crash, pressing down on the opposite military formation like a mountain.
"For the glory of the God of War!"
"For the mercy of the goddess!"
"For nature!"
Three shouts were raised high.
A puff of aqua-blue light, a black-red light that condensed the taste of iron and blood, and a cluster of vigorous green light each rose up, struggling to hold up.
However, compared to the white light on the opposite side, the foundations of the three colored lights were intertwined with each other and seemed a bit scattered. It didn't last long before they were suppressed inch by inch.
How is the teacher?
How is the bald bishop doing?
Grete pressed his forehead against the porthole, holding his breath. In his panic, he didn't even realize that the white light was suppressing not the Norman Earls' coalition forces, but the new Magic Council army that had joined the battlefield. The teacher, the bald bishop, and those he cared about
Comrades, you are not under the white light at all.
The water-blue light became lower and lower, and finally collapsed, and the iron-blood light and green light were gradually suppressed to the bottom. At this moment, a thin tornado roared, rotated, and rose from the ground!
The tornado broke through the water and came.
The first time it rotated, it grew in a circle, and it was one-tenth higher; the second time it rotated, it grew in another circle; Gretel only breathed three or five times, and the tornado had grown to the same height as the ship's mast.
At the same time, it sucked up an unknown amount of river water.
Grete glanced at the river bank in his busy schedule, and saw that the water level of the Dove River had dropped dramatically, revealing a wet river bank.
Immediately afterwards, the river water rotating with the tornado condensed into thin ice blades in the wind. The wind blades and ice swords cut around the fleet of the Lord of Glory Church at high speed, one circle, two circles...
The whirlwind gradually added a heartbreaking creaking sound, the deck was broken, the hull was damaged, and the mast fell!
If the boat is gone, there is no way to go home!
The church army was panicked for a moment. The Holy Knights in the center of the formation could still maintain their position. Above the royal army and the local lords' army, the white light had begun to fluctuate slightly. With this movement, the emerald green light that had been pressed to the ground suddenly lifted up like green grass sprouting.
head.
The three high-level priests who led the magic made an immediate decision. The man in white robe held the ball to his chest, and the man in black robe raised his sword high. The mountain-like white light suddenly condensed, taking the shape of a long sword, and followed the man in black robe.
The action split forward.
The sky is torn apart.
The long sword pointed at the sky, and a hole was pierced in the sky covered with dark clouds; the tip of the sword moved, and the dark clouds in the sky were cut to pieces; at the moment when the long sword fell, the light saber carried with it,
Already the prestige of the entire sky——
And this sword, this bright lightsaber, was actually facing the airship, slashing towards Gretel's face!
That gaze lit up Gretel's eyes. He had no time to react - in fact, it was useless - in his field of vision, a small black shadow shot out like an arrow, flying farther and farther, but it was getting farther and farther.
The bigger you grow, the bigger your fist, the bigger the basketball, the bigger the carriage, the bigger the house...
From Gretel's perspective, it was a bird, or something that looked like a bird. At least Gretel had never seen metal scales on the bird's back. The thing that looked like a bird spread its wings.
He rushed towards the lightsaber head-on, pecked it with his mouth, flapped his wings, tore it with his claws, and fought with all his might.
Amidst the sour sound, the lightsaber sank into the bird's body inch by inch, cutting it in half from the top of its head to its tail.
There was a loud noise.
The bird disintegrated in the air, and the steel sheets, springs, screws... exploded all over the sky with a loud crash, and the airship's shell was hit several times. The nearest one hit the side of the porthole, and if it missed it by two inches, it would be enough.
Smash the porthole directly and let Grete suffer.
Even so, this alchemical bird has completed its mission. Above Gretel's head, that is, the top of the airship, a piece of golden light once again flew out, resisting the lightsaber that had shrunk by 70%.
In the underground battle group, the three-color brilliance of aqua, black, red, emerald green rose again, intertwined with the colorful magic light. The blessed Magic Council troops shouted in unison, like an iron wall, and pressed against the opposite army formation.
past!
The sun was gradually tilting. Grete looked down at the river through the porthole, and he didn't know whether the river was dyed red by the sunset or by the blood of the dead or injured soldiers who fell into the river.