The wind came from the hills in the west.
There was a legend that was often spread among the bards who traveled all over the place — the wind blew, and the giant beasts walked in the sky.
And the wind was the sound of their wings flapping.
"What is that!"
A necromancer suddenly screamed.
It was four long, intersecting silver lines. They were like four dazzling sharp swords that streaked across the sky of the entire battlefield in an instant.
Wherever they passed, the Crystal Clusters and Locusts in the sky fell like raindrops.
Everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the silver lines that extended forward. They drew an arc at the end of their vision and flew back. This time, they could see clearly that it was a vigorous giant dragon. But on their slender necks, not only were there giant dragon horns on their huge heads, there was also a single horn that was straight forward.
"Dragon —"
"No, that, that is …"
Knights in silver armor sat on long saddles, one in front and one behind. The Knight in front held a five-meter-long shuttle-shaped spear, and the Knight behind held a huge shield.
Their faces were completely covered under the silver armor. Exquisite and mysterious patterns were engraved on the metal, cold and arrogant.
It was as if they were describing the most glorious identity that belonged to them a thousand years ago.
Silver Elf Guards, Dragon King Cavalry.
They raised their spears high.
“Varlor！”
The Dragon Knight shouted in unison.
“Varlor！”
The cry of victory resounded through the sky.
Behind them, silver dots of light flickered in the sky like stars, appearing on the eastern horizon.
"Silver Elves!" The Undead Lords could not believe it. "Martha above, those are Silver Elves!"
It was a silver torrent that was sweeping down from the top of the Lohrwade Hills. It was countless heavy Knight. Their snow-silver armor shone under the setting sun, and the snow-white feathers on the top of their helmets rose and fell like waves.
The silver double-ended swords in their hands and the elven longbows on their backs proved the identity of the Knight.
They had defeated the Miirnas, the natives, the witches, and the undead army in Valoka.
Their glory was recorded on the medal on their chests. It was a cross between a spear and a sword. The sword belonged to Frost Singer Cinna, while the spear belonged to a hero.
That hero.
She used to be their princess.
They were the Soderkara Heavy Cavalry, the Lin Ge Army, the pride of the elves.
A thousand years later, after the War of the Holy Saints, the Silver Elves finally returned to this land for the sake of this war that no one could stay out of.
Above everyone's heads, the dragons began to accelerate and plunged into the sky above the battlefield.
A small figure was riding a warhorse towards the Silver Elves' heavy cavalry.
Metisha's long hair fluttered in the wind. The mystical horse she was riding was getting closer and closer to the charging Silver Elves. When the two formed a parallel line, she suddenly raised her head, raised her spear and shouted:
"SlavorClarVarlor!" (Victory to the Holy Land of Sowa!)
The Silver Elven Knight turned around and looked at her. Their eyes showed a trace of doubt, but then this doubt turned into ecstasy.
They raised their swords and placed them in front of their chests.
That was the highest etiquette of the Silver Elven Warriors.
That was wordless trust.
It was the highest form of respect for a hero.
The little princess smiled, her heart full of pride. Illusions intertwined in front of her, as if she had returned to a thousand years ago, in that dreamy war.
That was the war of mortals against fate.
They won everything.
At this moment, the heroes and warriors had once again returned to fight for the sacred oath.
She raised the spear in her hand and shouted with all her might:
"Long live the Holy Silver Valley!"
"Long live the Holy Silver Valley!"
The Knight Army of the Holy Song Army responded in unison. Their voices resounded on the battlefield like thunder.
"Knights of Soderkara!" Metisha's long hair fluttered in the wind. She waved her spear forward: "Follow me!"
"Long live Your Highness!"
The entire heavy knight regiment immediately drew a beautiful arc on the battlefield. From top to bottom, from the regiment commander to the captain, there was not a single person who objected. It was as if this was how it should be, as if this was how it should be, as if this was how it should be, as if this was how it should be, as if this was how it should be.
Because she was Metisha.
The most legendary Army Commander in the history of the Lin Ge Army.
She was the hero of the Elves, a Heroic Spirit sleeping in the ancient temple.
Metisha merged into the vanguard of the heavy cavalry army.
It was as if she was holding a bright blade in her hand. This blade had been in her hand a thousand years ago, and it was the same at this moment. It mercilessly stabbed into the throat of the Crystal Army.
At the most appropriate moment.
Brando raised his head and looked at the army with relief. There seemed to be a flame burning in his heart. That was Metisha's promise to him. He knew that she would definitely keep it.
He let go of his hand.
Countless crystal clusters fell from the sky and landed heavily on the ground, causing the entire battlefield to shake.
Incirsta looked at the Elven Army that surged past him and could not help but sigh. Even in terms of military talent, he found that he was still slightly inferior to the princess beside that person.
"Launch the counterattack!"
He and a ruler of the undead far away on the other side of the battlefield gave this order at the same time. Incirsta raised his longsword and led Adney and her Knight down from the hills.
Her Majesty the Queen lowered her head and picked up the mercury staff. Her dark eyes finally showed a hint of relief at this moment:
"Silver Elves, you did not fail to keep your promise —"
The Crystal Cluster's attack was collapsing.
They began to retreat from the entire battlefield, leaving the battle line one by one. The various armies of the undead immediately raised black flags that represented pursuit, regrouped, and threw themselves into the pursuit again.
Looking down from the sky above the entire battlefield, in an instant, the battlefield that spanned tens of kilometers began to show signs of being one-sided.
The last to retreat was the Crystal Cluster's air force.
Under the cover of Leviathan's huge body, they calmly retreated to the south of the battlefield. The Silver Elven Dragon King Knight immediately went up to entangle them, but a few White Dragon King Knights were like mosquitoes beside Leviathan. They could not pose any threat to it at all.
Brando knew that if he let this thing leave so easily, this battle would be far from over. And on this battlefield, only he had the ability to make it stay.
Almost immediately, he rose into the air and flew in that direction.
But it was at this moment that a black shadow overtook him from behind.
Brando was slightly stunned, thinking that it was fast. He looked up and found that it was a silver-haired girl who overtook him. She obviously did not look like an undead. She wore a very strange armor. The style of the armor was very different from the traditional style of Wohnde. The surface was full of streamlined lines, and the material seemed to be metal, but the surface was full of crystal lattice networks. It seemed more similar to the remains of the gods he saw in the Deadly Frost Forest.
Andrea turned her head and looked at Brando with a shocked expression, but she did not intend to say much. She only remembered the young man's face deeply and then continued to fly forward.
"Freya?"
Brando was shocked when he saw the face of the other side. Although the silver-haired girl's mask covered the upper half of her face, the lower half of her face and the Valkyrie mark on her forehead were very similar to Freya's.
Needless to say, the three pairs of light wings on her back were Freya's Valkyrie Armament.
But Andrea turned a deaf ear to his shouts. She began to accelerate in mid-air, and soon other Valkyries appeared in the sky. They flew to Leviathan above the clouds and then threw black balls forward.
Those black balls rotated in the sky and soon fixed in place, suspended in mid-air. A ring-shaped red light beam appeared on their surface and then connected with each other, locking the mountain-like Leviathan in a red light net.
"Coordinates confirmed!"
Andrea called out:
"Lord Dragon King, please descend —"
"Dragon King?"
Brando was stunned, wondering if the Dragon God Bahamut still existed in this world. But before he had time to question this guess in his heart, he heard a cold snort from the sky.
A dazzling golden eye opened above the clouds.
Then, a pair of wings that covered the sky appeared.
It was a dragon.
Its size was actually not inferior to Leviathan, who was cruising in the sky.
As soon as it appeared, it pressed its claw towards Leviathan's head. The huge claw seemed to be able to tear the clouds apart as it clawed towards the horn on Leviathan's head. The shadow of the claw swept across the ground, causing the sky above the battlefield to darken.
Leviathan let out a roar. It swung its body, obviously unwilling to give in.
But unfortunately, silver spots of light flashed on the dragon's claws.
Brando was so frightened that he almost cried out. He saw that those were not silver spots of light, but bright silver cards. These cards rotated in mid-air and then gathered into one.
A cold voice came out of the dragon's mouth. "Deliver the final blade."
A black shadow that spanned across the sky swept across Leviathan's huge body.
Leviathan let out a shrill scream, and its huge body was cut in two. The broken part turned into countless crystal fragments and slowly fell from the sky.
"One, two, three, four … … six, seven … …"
Brendel silently counted the number of horns on the dragon's head that peeked out from the clouds. There were exactly seven of them, no more, no less. In this world, only one dragon had seven horns.
That was the legendary lover of Odin.
That was the Evil Dragon King, the teacher of the Death Hound of the Rubic Desert, Orglaithe. Players called her 'Master Craftsman', the Seven Dragon King, Fusia.
But she was actually a Planeswalker.
… …
(PS: Begging for votes! Writing is so tiring, I'm rolling on the ground!)
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