Let's rewind time a few minutes ago.
On the huge battlefield surrounding the World Tree Fortress.
On both sides of the Parris Valley, there was a drastic change happening on the plains.
Just as the War Goddesses flashing with silver light crossed the sky and cut straight into the Yanbao army led by Baron Dahl.
Looking from the entire battlefield, the battle seemed to have reached its most intense moment. The purple crystal tide was surging to every section of the wall within sight of the huge fortress. In the sea of purple light shining with ominous purple light, the flags that symbolized the humans and elves of Erouine were constantly submerged and fell.
But occasionally, they would appear again.
They symbolized the unyielding resistance of the Tónigel and the druids and elves in the Black Forest. The earth-shattering battle cries converged into an invisible wall, blocking the advance of the Twilight Army.
Just as Monica had predicted, the scales of victory on the battlefield were tilting, but not to the side of civilization. The situation was uncontrollably sliding into the worst situation. Facing the endless crystal army, the defense line of this legendary fortress was gradually becoming precarious.
The carrier of the soul of the newborn Valhalla, the expressionless girl, was observing the situation of the entire battlefield through her branches and displayed the details on the huge crystal facade in the Tree Hall. At the same time, she analyzed the gains and losses on the battlefield emotionlessly in her heart, and then told Monica:
How much time is left before the last defense line?
"I know, I know!" Monica shouted impatiently while scratching her hair in annoyance. Although they were just bright beams of light, they did not have a physical body.
She muttered and jumped down from the crystal tower, flying through the skylight of the dome of the hall.
Passing through the shadow of Valhalla, there was the blue sky. The Light Spirit raised her head toward the sky and muttered to herself.
"Don't let us down!"
Such a scene was reflected in her magnificent eyes.
The towering canopy of the World Tree had endless green shadows that shrouded almost the entire sky. The green leaves swayed in the wind. And at some point, the huge magic circle that was forming above Valhalla had long disappeared without a trace.
Where did the Saasaldian wizards go?
The noble armies on both sides of the river valley no longer had the time to consider this problem. This was because the battle was gradually getting out of their control, and those who were originally participating in the battle had now become bystanders.
After tasting defeat, the noble Knight led a large number of their attendants back to the north bank of Welland Ferry. At this time, no one was chasing them from behind. The Tónigel army had already passed them and collided with the Crystal army on the distant plains.
That was a bitter and tragic battle.
Everyone looked at this scene with lingering fear.
They seemed to have seen such a scene when they were children. In myths and legends, in stories and dreams, the prophecy about the fate of the world that the wet nurse told them by the bedside, the engraving on the Pale Poem, about the moment when the people of Martha, the civilization of the world, met the ultimate enemy of this world.
Dusk of the Gods.
In that case, who was the enemy of whom?
What was everyone fighting for in this place?
Was this just a civil war in a small kingdom?
Why did it become like this?
Those northern Knight who had experienced or were experiencing this war were the first to feel confusion and fear.
The development of things was beyond their understanding.
The beliefs and values they had pursued all their lives — the question of who was the rightful ruler of the kingdom — seemed to have become insignificant at this moment. However, before the northern nobles could recover from the great shock, the defeated army on the plains had already rushed over.
When the Dusk army appeared, the first to become their target was actually not the Tónigel army, nor was it even the most obvious target on the battlefield, the World Tree Fortress.
Instead, it was the army of the northern nobles who were closest to the portal from the beginning.
For the Crystal and the insects, these humans were not allies in their eyes. They did not have this concept in their consciousness. Their choice was to follow their instincts and attack these 'creatures of order' closest to them.
Or rather, it was a massacre.
The sudden attack from behind and the great sense of disillusionment of being betrayed by the Royal Faction and Count Yanbao instantly caused the northern noble alliance to collapse.
This collapse caused an even wider chain reaction.
On both sides of the Ord River, many noble Knight who had just reorganized their army and gathered the courage to return began to turn around and flee. Looking from the entire battlefield from afar, it was as if a terrible defeat had occurred.
This was indeed a complete defeat.
However, not all of Erouine's people fled.
On the battlefield, another group of Erouine's people were defending their glory.
"These guys really fled." Little Montolo was covered in blood and half kneeling on the ground, using the magic sword that Brando gave him to support himself on the ground as he gasped for breath.
His face was full of contempt as he spat, "I thought they would at least have some courage and understand who the real enemy is."
"This can't be entirely their fault." Rolint leaned on the huge roots of Valhalla and witnessed this scene. At this time, he could not help but think of his own position. Not long ago, he actually had no right to laugh at these people.
However, he did not expect that the Royal Faction and Count Yanbao would have such a side.
And his family, his father, did they really understand all of this?
"They just chose the wrong people," Rolint muttered, "Among Erouine's people, there is no lack of brave people."
"For example, you, Rolint."
"No, I am much luckier than them, at least for now." Even though he said so, Rolint's tone was still filled with great disappointment. There was nothing more depressing than watching all the hope that you worked so hard for shatter.
Needless to say, from the very beginning, he had been walking on the wrong path.
However, a true man would not be discouraged and give up because of this little setback. As one of the most outstanding figures of the younger generation in the southern border, Rolint only recovered after a short moment of self-blame. He picked up his sword and stood up with the help of Valhalla's tree wall.
"No need to be emotional, little Montolo, there is not much time left. The victor between us has not been decided yet. I just killed a small Crystal Wurm, now we are even."
"What?" Little Montolo was shocked, "The situation is already so bad? I thought we could still hold on for a while."
"No, you're mistaken. What I'm saying is that your Count may be about to win this decisive battle."
"Are you crazy, Rolint?"
Little Montolo raised his head in surprise. He could not see any signs of victory on the battlefield.
But Rolint shook his head, "I am not crazy. In terms of talent in swordsmanship, I may not be as good as you, but in terms of foresight on the battlefield, you are still far behind, little Montolo."
"I don't believe it. You don't have to comfort me," Little Montolo replied unconvinced, "At least in this battle, I am ready to die for my country."
"Then you should save your life for later," Rolint raised his head and stared at the sky of the battlefield, "'Yanbao' has already lost the last chance to win."
Under his gaze.
The silver brilliance that symbolized the Goddess of War cut into the army led by Baron Dahl.
"That is Lady Andrea!" Little Montolo exclaimed.
But then he saw an even more incredible scene.
The specks of Saasaldian Magi in the sky above the battlefield fell one after another, falling into a sea of amethysts and never rising again.
What was going on? Little Montolo's eyes widened, and his mind was full of question marks.
A calm voice answered his question.
"The Silver Folk are not the real people of God. The Saasaldian apprentice wizards are the same as mortals. Before they really touch the realm of truth and law, they can't use spells to stay in the air for long periods of time on the battlefield."
Rolant and little Montolo turned around and saw that the pair of elven sisters had appeared behind them at some point. A tiny fairy was sitting on the younger sister's shoulder, but it wasn't the Light Spirit that had received them in the fortress.
It was a Fire Fairy.
"The magic energy that pervaded the entire battlefield disappeared, and the Saasaldian fleet withdrew their support. So these poor guys finally have a taste of their own medicine."
The Fire Fairy, or rather, the prince of the Fire Elemental Fairies, Lute, answered coldly.
"A fleet …" Rolint replied thoughtfully.
Little Montolo was about to ask who this strange little guy was, but it was at this moment that a wave of cheers interrupted his thoughts.
He turned his head subconsciously.
At this moment, the two fleets that were still in the sky finally moved.
As if they had a premonition, the sea of crystals on the battlefield began to stir. Under little Montolo's surprised gaze, they began to retreat wave by wave.
At that moment, the young man seemed to realize something in his heart. That thought was like a beam of light piercing through the darkness, shining straight into the depths of his heart.
The Saasaldians had failed.
They had won the battle in the sky.
The Count had once again demonstrated his ability to create miracles.
The army of Dusk had lost absolute air supremacy on the battlefield at this moment.
As if confirming his thoughts, the horseshoe insect army that had been circling above Valhalla Fortress suddenly flew up with a hum, welcoming the two fleets in the air.
Everyone on the fortress felt the pressure suddenly lighten. The elven archers that had been fighting desperately against the enemies in the sky even fell into a daze for a moment, not knowing what to do.
"Fire, keep firing!" Until the front line commander shouted at the top of his lungs once again.
The army of Crystal Clusters was slowly retreating, and the originally flickering sea of Amethyst was broken.
The land where the smoke had dissipated showed an ominous reddish-black color. The pitch-black was the embers left behind by the explosions, and the dark red was the dried blood clots. In the distance, a few long streaks of smoke fell to the horizon, and even more floating battleships gathered into a torrent. They were like a school of sparkling fish, slowly moving towards the north.
When they entered the formation one by one, the sides of the ship were exposed.
The entire sky suddenly flashed with a dazzling brilliance.
Cannons boomed above the clouds, and the Light of Destruction poured down like raindrops. The raindrops directly penetrated the horseshoe insect army and projected the Light of Death on the plains.
A series of flashes lit up on the plains north of the Parris Valley. Even from miles away, the people on the city walls could still feel the tremors of the earth.
However, that was just the beginning.
In this era, losing the sky was equivalent to losing victory.
Unless the Dusk Dragon was willing to invest more horseshoe insects here and regain the advantage of the sky through an overwhelming offensive.
But under everyone's gaze, the huge black hole in the center of the battlefield was gradually weakening. Obviously, even the Dragon of Destruction described in the Pale Poem was not omnipotent in the world of Order created by Martha.
It was not invincible.
At least here, Erouine's people had obtained a true victory.
All of a sudden, an even louder cheer broke out in the huge fortress. Like a tsunami, the cheers washed over everyone's soul.
"Prepare to counterattack!"
Monica, who was sitting on the skylight, was so surprised that she almost jumped up. She flew back to the hall and shouted at the expressionless girl 'Valhalla'.
"It's time for us to vent our anger! Those damn northerners! "
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