The gray-black giant eagle flapped its wings and swept across the sky. Its enormous wings were coated in a layer of glimmering light under the sunlight. The enormous raptor seemed to be bathed in tiny flames as it shuttled below the clouds. Its sharp eyes reflected the vast, scorched land below, the Crystal Cluster Army that was wandering at the edge of the land, and the Iron Legion that was steadily pushing forward the frontline.
After a diagonal sweep, the giant eagle changed its direction and rapidly swooped towards the ground. Its target was the Steel Corps' vanguard.
Sonia? Frost Leaf nimbly jumped off the eagle's back and walked towards Gawain, who was not far away, amidst the giant eagle's loud cooing.
"Thank you for your response." Gwen smiled and greeted Sonia. "We do need manpower here."
"I saw it from the sky. This is a terrible battlefield. I can't help but think of Gondor 700 years ago. The land was also scorched, and monsters were wandering everywhere." The high-ranking messenger did not hide the emotion and amazement on her face. "But what surprised me more was your army. To be honest, it was very different from what I saw."
"When I saw these war machines operating at full capacity, I was also a little surprised," Gwen said indifferently and looked into the distance. "This place will not become Gondor. After the land is burned, new buds will grow. This plague created by the End of All Things will be purified sooner or later. Ansu will have another wound, but the wound will always heal."
"Her Majesty Bersetia is concerned about this disaster, but unfortunately, the empire in the far south of the continent can't provide any help. She can only order me and all the messengers and rangers I lead to come and help. In addition to Mage Banner who stayed at the Wall of Grandeur, I brought my entire team. They are still on the way and should be here soon. Don't worry, no matter if we are rangers or messengers, we are all excellent scouts after riding the giant eagle. "
Gwen smiled. "This is exactly what we need."
Cecil did not lack conventional scouts. Whether it was the elite Steel Rangers or the well-trained scouts, they were all excellent ground scouts. But as the battle progressed, the intensity of the battle increased, and the pressure on the ground scouts was increasing. The whole area ahead was heavily polluted, and there was almost no safe place to stand. The human scouts could not infiltrate between the monsters. On the other hand, the Crystal Giants had also come to their senses after a series of heavy blows. They became more vigilant and tighter. They even began to counteract Cecil's scouting and attacks. Under the pressure of both sides, aerial reconnaissance began to become more important.
Cecil had his own Gryphon Knight, but there were not many of them. And the Gryphons domesticated by the humans were far inferior to the Elven Eagles in terms of flying height, speed, and adaptability for reconnaissance. As the anti-gravity technology had not been fully analyzed, and the aircraft had not been developed yet, Gwen called Sonia over. The Silver Queen, who was also concerned about the disaster in the north of the continent, gave an order at the same time to allow the entire messenger team, including Sonia, to serve the Duchy of Cecil in the form of 'employment' and intervene in the war.
"Now we need to figure out the situation in the Maple area. An unusually large number of Crystal Giants are gathered there, and the combat power and organization of the Crystal Giants are obviously superior to other areas. I think there is at least a command center, and there is a high-ranking cleric of the Doomsday Association there."
"Leave it to us. The Eye from the Sky will figure out the command center." Sonia nodded happily. "Also, do you have any suggestions?"
"There is only one suggestion," Gwen said slowly. "Try to fly as high as possible. After being attacked by the Gryphon Knight a few times, the giants have begun to understand air defense."
…
One after another, the troops disappeared in the hilly and wooded land in the south.
An army, an unexpected army, was steadily advancing toward the north. It came from the strange land in the south. Along the way, it was like a steady and steady tide. Countless Abominations had lost contact with them in the process. Whether it was the weak 'mutants' or the powerful 'original Abominations', they were all submerged in the tide.
The commanders far away in Maple City could not accurately perceive the situation at the frontline, but they could all sense some of the "characteristics" released by the tide — the steely determination, the emotionless advance, the horrifying explosions, and the flames that burned everything …
Hierarch Heaton stood on the tower of Maple Castle. His crystallized eyes were full of anger. "It has been so long, and you can't even organize a decent counterattack?"
A priest of the Demise of All Things, who was wearing a priest's black robe but whose body had almost completely transformed into an Abomination, endured the fury of the hierarch. "The arcane machines of the Cecil people are very powerful, especially the offensive ones. They can attack from a very long distance. Our Abominations will only suffer a lot of casualties if we force a counterattack."
"So those Abominations refused to carry out the order to charge? That is an order, not a suggestion! It is an order, an order that should be carried out! "Heaton slammed the table angrily." What is an Abomination? It is a weapon of war without fear, pain, and hesitation. It is a cold blade! But now those powerful weapons of war are running around the plains like driven beasts. They have no dignity at all! "
The hierarch was furious, and the priests were as silent as cicadas in winter. But after venting for a short while, Heaton calmed down.
He took a deep breath and felt that his nervous system, which was slightly out of control, was rapidly recovering under the suppression of magical power. In order to transform into a more powerful Abomination, he had absorbed too much power from the Abyss of Flesh. It made him stronger, but it also slowed down his transformation, and before the transformation was complete, his temper would become even more irritable.
However, after regaining his composure, he realized that his anger was meaningless.
He was not good at military command. In fact, most priests of the Demise of All Things were not good at handling the battlefield. They were a dark cult in the end, and their high-ranking members were all priests. The powerful Abominations (Crystal Cluster) army had indeed destroyed most of the royal army and the Eastern Region's forces in a short time. But that was not because the dark priests were good at commanding, but because the army was powerful enough.
Heaton calmly realized this and then thought about who was the most suitable for the current situation.
A large number of commanders from the royal army and the Eastern Region's army had been sent to the north to attack the defense line outside Saint Sunil City. The battle there was very important and could not be affected. Among the commanders left, the most useful one was probably that Korod.
In the east of Maple City, in the almost ruined Boulder City, the Crystal Cluster Giant Korod stood on the high city wall and walked around in frustration. Some of the low-ranking commanders were not far away with their heads lowered. A little further away, a powerful snowstorm was still circling between the castle area and the inner city area as if mocking everyone.
A few minutes later, Korod's pacing suddenly stopped. He reached out and took out a small crystal ball from his waist. The surface of the crystal ball was flashing and emitting obvious heat.
Korod stared at the crystal ball for a while before he reached out and rubbed its surface. The next second, Heaton's voice came from this magic item with a fixed communication spell. "Don't tell me you're still dealing with that snowstorm!"
"Actually, I'm still dealing with it," Korod said, suppressing his irritation. "We've encountered unexpected trouble."
God knew why the magic network inside the castle was still running after the nodes of the magic network outside were destroyed! It was just that its power was reduced a little, but it was still running!
When the Cecil people created the magic network and taught it to the nobles everywhere, they definitely kept a lot of technical details! That thing was not an 'ordinary large-scale magic circle' at all. It was not a magic circle that would stop running after a few key cycles and a few energy connections were cut!
"Listen, I'm not interested in the trouble you're in," Heaton's voice continued from the crystal ball. "Our army is in trouble in the south, you …"
Halfway through Heaton's words, another strange buzzing and whistling sound suddenly came into Korod's ears, making the crystal cluster giant look up subconsciously.
He looked at the snowstorm in the castle area and saw that there was a large area of turbulence at the top of the powerful and terrifying magic storm. In the gradually weakening storm, countless sharp ice shards were splashing from the top of the cyclone.
The snowstorm had weakened!
"Your Excellency, the snowstorm here has weakened — Victoria? I'm afraid Werder's magic power has been exhausted! "
In the crystal ball, Heaton's voice paused, as if he was also a little surprised. After a short silence, Korod heard Heaton's voice again. "Very good. You first deal with that annoying Duchess, then immediately return to Maple. I'll tell you the next mission."
The crystal ball dimmed. Korod stared at the magic item for a moment before putting it away again.
In the background behind him (it), the snowstorm shrouding the Boulder Castle was quickly disintegrating.
…
The barrier was about to collapse.
Victoria? Werder stood quietly on the balcony on the upper floor of the castle, looking at the gradually disintegrating snowstorm with a cold expression.
She wore a white dress modified from a mage's robe, with a silver-white shawl draped over her shoulders. In her hand, she held a staff inlaid with crystals and platinum. Several frost crystals emitting cold air hovered around her, and under her feet was a large magic circle. Countless complex and mysterious lines and runes extended from under her feet to the edge of the balcony, extending to the interface of the castle's magic net.
The magic net was still operating, but the energy provided had been greatly reduced. Victoria knew that this was because someone had destroyed the magic net unit under the outer wall.
It seemed that the saboteur did not understand the principle of the magic net. Victoria vaguely remembered that the hero who came back from the dead had taught her a few words, one of which was called "modularization", which referred to the structure of the magic net, which relied on a large number of independent units to combine.
This modular structure made the saboteur unable to achieve his goal, but also allowed the magic power supply in the inner city to last until today, extending the time that she could last. In fact, if she continued to persist, Victoria could at least continue the snowstorm for three more days.
But today, she took the initiative to end the spellcasting.
One by one, the Knight in gray armor stood on the balcony. One by one, the weary but determined mages in robes stood in front of Victoria. Behind them, in the castle's square, garden, inner court, and walls, the soldiers of the mountain division were already standing on the defensive line with swords in their hands.
The Duchess looked at her loyal subordinates who had followed her for many years. She took a light breath and stepped forward.
"Today is the thirtieth day. We have delayed the monsters here for thirty days!
"The Knight Regiment and the civilians who broke through should have reached a safe place. At least, we have done our best.
"There is no point in maintaining the defense. It is time to end all of this.
"After the snowstorm disappears, the enemies will swarm in. They may have been our compatriots, the Ansu that we were familiar with. But now, they are enemies, monsters, mutants, and sources of pollution that cannot be saved. The only thing we can do is to take up our weapons and defend our dignity as humans.
"Perhaps every monster that we kill here is a chance for the other Ansu to live.
"It is a pity that I cannot bring you back to your homeland alive.
"But I am honored that I can die with you.
"For the Ansu!!"
The staff that was filled with magic power was raised high and then slammed heavily on the ground.
The soldiers' swords were like a forest, and their roars shook the rapidly collapsing snowstorm. "For the Ansu! We will die with you!! "
Relying on the snowstorm, perhaps the people here could live for another three days, but that would completely exhaust all of the magic power of Victoria and the Mages, as well as the resources stored in the castle. After the snowstorm stopped, the brave and fearless mountain army could only face the one-sided slaughter without being able to resist.
The people of the North did not like this.
The people of the North chose to die on the battlefield.
The Duchess knew this, and so did the soldiers.
There was only a little bit of the snowstorm left, and the twisted and terrible crystal cluster monsters were faintly visible on the other side of the snowstorm.
The Knight ran to the city wall, and the mages drank the last of their potions. On the castle terrace, everyone held their weapons and ran to the last line of defense of the kingdom's fortress. Victoria just held her staff and waited quietly for the snowstorm to completely dissipate.
At this time, a familiar figure entered her sight — the maid Maggie walked between the soldiers, holding two long swords in her hands, and her black hair fluttered in the wind.
This was the first time the soldiers of the mountain division saw the "head maid" armed.
"Maggie," Victoria stopped her maid and said when she came close, "You don't have to stay here. You are not Ansu."
"I once swore an oath to you." Maggie held a long sword and looked at Victoria quietly. "And in this situation, where can I go?"
"No, you are the only one who can leave." Victoria looked into Maggie's eyes. "You know this — I know it too."
Maggie showed some shock and a moment of panic, but before she could ask, Victoria continued, "You go south."
"Why south?"
"The Knight Regiment broke through to the northwest, and Saint Sunil was the first line of hope. You go south — maybe that is the second line of hope."
The black-haired maid met her mistress' gaze. She knew that the 'hope' she was talking about did not belong to the mountain division.
"I understand." She lowered her head. "I will go south."
"Very good." Victoria sighed softly and walked forward slowly. "I will create a cyclone in the south for you. Ride it, hide yourself well, and then …"
"Fly, Maggie."
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