"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The low but high-pitched screams kept echoing under the dark night, causing the air to be shaken frequently, whistling the air like wind and waves, sweeping across the sky.

The white whale, whose body was pierced through by a sharp icicle, turned a pair of hostile eyes, staring at the silver-haired half-elf girl with ice crystals waving underneath. The eyes gradually began to become congested.

However, before the white whale could take action, another voice resounded throughout the battlefield.

"At present! Attack!"

That was the voice of Kurshu.

Finally, the female knight who had recovered from calmness under the influence of Emilya looked at the white whale who was about to rise to the sky, pulled out the sword at her waist, and made a loud order.

And the first person to respond to this order was Wilheim.

"Bang!"

Amid the crisp sound, a piece of gravel rolling on the ground was shattered by the heavy steps of a ground dragon.

Wilheim, who was riding on the ground dragon, held a thin sword in his hand, and the flames of revenge were burning in his eyes, and rushed forward like the wind. Until he came to the beluga whale approaching, he stepped on the back of the ground dragon and jumped high, instantly surpassing the height of the beluga whale that had not yet fully lifted off.

“Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!”

The roar of the sword ghost resounded in mid-air.

It was a roar carrying a wild air.

Driven by hatred, the existence called "Sword Ghost" jumped up and fell to the back of the white whale.

The silver-white sword blade turned into a flash.

"Puchi!"

With the sound of cutting the flesh, the sword blade pierced through the skin, digging the flesh and blood, and under the splash of red liquid, it penetrated deeply into the body of the "Mist of Fog".

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The white whale's howls sounded again.

However, this time, before the white whale could move, Kurshu ordered again.

"Magic preparation!"

Under the command of Kurshu, on the collapsed and collapsed ground, magicians in robes finally struggled to get up from the ground, just around the white whales floating in the air, and raised their hands high.

"Al Goya!"

That is a spell that represents firepower in the fire attribute.

Fire-attribute magic is a magic that controls temperature, and the part that represents firepower is the high-temperature flame magic.

So, the vortex of magic gathered on the magicians' raised hands, and finally caused the temperature in the air to continue to rise, turning into a burning fireball and shooting towards the sky.

Suddenly, huge flames turned into fiery red meteors one after another, covering the huge white whale floating in the air, and landed on it.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

Amid the explosion, burning flames burst one after another.

The astonishing high temperature turned into a sweeping fire, burning around the white whale's body, causing a burst of strong explosions, making the white whale's howl even more violent.

"superior!"

The unreasonable Kurschul pointed the sword in his hand at the white whale in the air and gave a voice to the order.

“Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

The fully armed soldiers and mercenaries immediately roared, either riding on the ground dragon, or simply running out and rushing towards the white whale.

The hunting war finally officially started.

...

"Is it okay?"

On the other side of the battlefield, Fangli looked at Amilia, whose breathing became somewhat rapid, and asked with her brows raised.

The ice crystals around Amilia were still floating, she shook her head and answered directly.

"No...it's okay."

Speaking of this, Cute Miria's breathing became more and more rapid, and even her face became a little pale.

This situation made Fang Li's brows frown deeply.

I only used magic once, how could it be like this?

As a result, Rem solved Fang Li’s doubts.

"It's magic."

Rem held Emilia and his eyes were on the white whale, and his voice was filled with tension, which shows.

"Lord Amilia is an elf envoy. Unlike a magician, he uses magic power in the atmosphere. Now, the atmosphere is filled with the magic power of the fog released by the white whale just now, and has been restored to its original state by the magic stone. Lord Amilia uses magic power forcibly under this situation, which consumes too much physical strength."

Fang Li also reacted after Rem said this.

Immediately, Fang Li glanced at a piece of crystal on the pendant worn by Amilia in front of her.

That was the crystal stone that Parker was boarding.

However, this crystal stone is now a little dull.

"Sure enough, is Parker unable to play?"

It's almost late at night now.

Parker's activity time is from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m.

Therefore, this great elf, known as the "end of permafrost", is sleeping in the crystal stone, accumulating magic that can move during the day.

So Fang Li turned his gaze again and looked forward.

I saw that under the angry cry of the white whale, soldiers and mercenaries surrounded from all directions kept waving their weapons, jumping up one after another, like ants intending to eat an elephant, climbing up the huge body of the white whale, leaving scars after another on it, causing blood to splatter.

The magicians are either releasing magic or manipulating magic stone cannons, causing magic of various attributes to explode around the white whale, turning into powerful explosions, shaking the huge body like a mountain.

Among them, Wilheim was the most active, constantly roaring, and sprinkling sword light back and forth like ghosts and gods, making the white whale's body scarred.

Finally, even Kurshu went to the front line, held the sword in his hand tightly, ignored the range, and swung invisible slashes, allowing the slashes to turn into a scythe-like wind blade, slashing towards the white whale.

That is Kurshu's famous sword skill, which can attack without any range.

However, even though the members of the crusade team were so active, the white whale was still just howling, and even if it was scarred, it would not decline at all.

Not only that, Fang Li also noticed it.

A depressing magic power condensed on the white whale.

Aware of this magic power, Amilia and Rem's expressions changed a little.

Fang Li raised his eyes and said to Emiliya and Rem.

"You guys stay here."

After the words were finished, before Amilia and Rem could answer, Fang Li's figure was like a gust of wind, sweeping the air waves and rushing forward.

After half a second, a sound came to Fang Li's ears.

"careful…"

Is that Amilia's voice?

Or Rem's voice?

The only sound of wind left in my ears was unrecognizable.

Only a pair of ice-blue magic eyes lit up in their pupils.
Chapter completed!