A golden meteor is falling.

One beam followed by another, as if the light rain had lit up half of the sky.

On the battlefield, Femont was roaring, but the sound waves had overwhelmed all the sounds. His mouth opened and closed, like a silent silence. It also overshadowed the sings of the wizards, where the staff were raised high, and the crystal on the heads emitted a dazzling light - the huge, hexagonally divided transparent network was slowly spreading.

In an instant, it was like a thousand suns rising, and the crystal wall was shaken, and the roar made the earth tremble gently, forming a thin layer of smoke on the crust. It was like a dam bursting, and the hexagonal network was shattering layer by layer, and the flames were like a giant fist, breaking through the vulnerable barrier there and pressing down, and golden and red flame feathers swept across, covering the gray knight's front in an instant.

The painful screams were only frozen in that eternal moment. The fire flowed into the armor, causing the bodies to shatter and turn into nothingness. The wizards' faces showed a pale look on their faces and remained motionless. Crystals were exploding one after another on the staff, and the deep part of their eyes were reflecting the sweeping wall of flames.

Hundreds of rising fireballs bloomed on the earth. In fact, it was just a small part of the fire giants, and Fang Zhu had long expected this. Because magic powers would interfere with each other, the shock waves would also damage the fragile lens. Most of the fire giants had already turned into fragments before they successfully detonated.

But regardless of the investment, it is still enough to produce the desired effect. Just this blow will cost nearly 400,000 Risels. That is the result of the joint efforts of all the craftsmen on the side of the caller in thirty-six hours, and his work only requires placing the closed-circuit device on every well-made clockwork fairy.

Fang Zhuan stared at the golden flames rising in the darkness.

He looked at the Grey Knights who died in the flames, watched their fronts collapse, watched the mercenaries shake because of panic, watched the Grey Knight's subordinate commanders strive to maintain order, and looked at the tiny black spots, like panic ants, in the explosion and flames.

A strange feeling arose in his heart, like a god watching the war on the ground. Those perpetrators once coldly used the sword in their hands to stab those whom they should have protected, and they placed blood and interests on both ends of the scales - but if one day even bleeding cannot awaken the conscience in people's hearts, then the flames will baptize the distorted justice on the earth.

Those who once faced the weaker swords.

But history will eventually return to its original nature, and hunters will one day become prey. What they hunt them is exactly what they believe in, the law of prey on the weak.

What people believe is often not the law of survival itself, because it is just an excuse for the hypocrisy of vested interests. Of course, they once thought that they would not fall into this same trap one day, but time would tear off all the masks.

It was just this moment.

That is the answer that mankind has long written on stone tablets in history.

Strength sometimes comes from weak groups.

And Fang Yu knew that all this was just the beginning.

He gently took off his goggles and dusted the snowflakes falling from his body. The snow in winter was clean and flawless, as if it symbolized something pure. Fang Zhu sighed slowly, raised his head, and stared at the dark night sky. Where is the starlight that people once pursued today?

Femoen wiped the dust from his face. He was not seriously injured in the explosion. He hid behind the battlefield, and Fang Zhu did not notice this direction at the first time. Flames and dust filled the battlefield, and occasionally people's wailing sounds came. The attack of the fire giant not only shocked the Crow Claw Temple, but also made the White Rhino Adventure Group and the Poetry Word Guild unable to react.

Both sides were reorganizing the team. Although the gray knights were scattered, they still had the power to fight. The summoners had no reason to retreat. The dwarf finally found his axe from a depression. He rolled and crawled and picked it up, swallowed it, and looked forward with ash on his face.

Among the shadows, Amu, the president of the Song of Songs, was half kneeling on the ground and was helping up an indigenous adventurer. The latter was covered in blood and unconscious. "Can you still fight, companions?" someone shouted to him. Amu held on the ground with a sword, turned around, and nodded gently.

"So how many people are there?"

"Listen, even if I'm alone," the dwarf shouted: "We must be here too, and we won't give in."

He seemed to have full confidence in the man for a moment: "I never expected that the combat craftsman was so powerful."

He weighed the battle axe in his hand.

Femon was dragging his chaotic deputy out, and his yellow eyes seemed to have a cold light that was flashing inhumane. He shouted to the latter: "We still have a chance of winning, and we will gather the master's knights. Don't be scared by those people, those things have not had a high lethality, and they can't do it again."

"Big... sir?"

Fei Moen raised his head, clenched his fists with gritted teeth, and the metal fingers made a creaking sound. It was just a group of mobs, which would make him suffer such a great loss? Why did those people, those selected people, come to this muddy water? What are the benefits of this?

Didn't even their alliance stand on their side? Aren't they still afraid of being banned or their own interests being damaged? Or were they all a group of total idiots who acted on a moment of impulse, "Damn bastard!" He couldn't help but curse in his heart.

So that's why he hates all irrationality, these damn impulses, will become the disaster for all plans.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! They should have followed their arrangements and realized that plan step by step. If it weren't for these guys who "don't grow brains", "dirty" and "do not know where their interests are." He took a breath, looked at the people coldly, and replied word by word:

"The ether flows on the battlefield are in chaos. Now it's time for us to take down each other in one go - look at the opposite side, there are not many people left."

"Go and kill them, kill these damn idiots."

...

"Piggy, do you think they will win?"

Looking at the firelight in the distant horizon, the young man silently retracted his gaze. He thought Femoen had caused a big trouble, but now it seems - it's not just Femoen.

"I don't know," the throne shook her head, "but I know, if they win, we might see something."

"Something?"

But the former did not answer positively, and only said: "Do you know, there is nothing in this world that is eternal. No matter how weak the power is, it is still seeking the moment of offense and defense transformation."

"How can you rely on?" asked the voice, "After all, they are just scattered, weak, lack of organization, and lack of support."

"It may be people's hearts."

"Human heart?"

The throne sighed. He shouldn't have talked about these mysterious things. What is human heart? But who said it well?

But he had a feeling that he had seen the invisible existence, from ten years ago to the present, from Mount Covenant to this moment. The things they witnessed were gradually turning into reality.

He said, "I ask you, have you ever had a moment of ignoring everything, giving up everything, and doing one thing?"

The man smiled: "Of course there is, especially in this place, who doesn't have it?"

"Yes," the pirate nodded: "Everyone has it."

"But when some people are concerned about gains and losses, they forget that some things cannot be calculated by gains and losses," he replied softly. "Now it seems that the little princess of silver Vislan sees farther than we all. Some people say that she has a special relationship with the military, and her way of looking at problems is indeed more like those of Elite."

The man was stunned and looked at him with some surprise.

In the darkness, the dazzling flames also reflected in everyone's eyes.

Bud Heiyu silently looked at the firelight soaring into the sky in the canopy. At that moment, everyone's eyes gathered on him. The guardian of the Crow Claw Temple only thought silently for a moment, then walked backwards, "Prepare to set off." In the vast snow, he threw down a light words.

At that moment, the official of the alliance shuddered slightly. He couldn't help but chase after him for a few steps and asked, "Did we seize the opportunity?"

Bard looked back at him: "I won't say anything about victory or defeat until I see the result. But if their main force is there, I believe we can seize this opportunity. Fei Moen should withstand one or two rounds of offensives, and at least give us an hour-"

"Then we will win." The official breathed a sigh of relief.

"No," Bud looked at the dark night, "I don't think so."

The official looked at him with some surprise.

"Don't forget, why we came."

"But so what, that's just a matter of time." The official didn't care.

He shrugged: "They are nothing. The elites and the power of the guild are on our side. Don't forget that the flock led by the lion will be the opponent of the real lion? Those people are just a bunch of sand and a mob. Look, we can easily break them apart. Even if they gather together again today, they were just like this, and what about now."

Bard looked at him silently: "They are the chosen ones."

"That's just..."

"That's just another name for you," Bad replied lightly, "Yes, too, you guys, but that doesn't mean anything."

After saying that, he turned around and walked forward, leaving only the official behind, standing there in a daze.

The official raised his head and looked at a few tall knights walking out of the darkness. The knights were wearing gray armor, long white feathers on their heads, and black and white crow feathers symbolizing the highest level of the gray knights on their shoulders. A blue morning star was tattooed on their cloak.

Four knights, three men and one woman, with helmets covering their faces, only their eyes were exposed, with amber light flashing in them, like a dragon's gaze. They came close to Bud, and then turned to the guardian slightly and said in unison: "Dear sir, we are here to hear the news."

"The enemy is attacking Femoen's camp," Bud said, looking at them, "but I think it may not be that simple--I need your help, and the master's order of the Grey Feathers."

"They have made all preparations," replied the Knight, "Of course we are the same, sir."

"Very good," Bud nodded: "The Lord of the Storm is with you."

"The Lord of the Storm is with you."

The alliance officials watched several people walk away before cursing in a low voice: "Pretentious." He turned around and saw a young man with short hair and earrings walking to him in the wind and snow, asking, "Director Zhang, they seem to be leaving. Let's stay here to wait for their news?"

"Of course not."

He shook his head: "Let's follow along, Ruoshui, come too."

"What?" You were surprised: "The alliance didn't let us take action now."

"Listen to me, we're just going to see."

"Then..." The boy seemed a little hesitant, "Okay, I also want to see what the guy who made Qin Zhi and the others suffer a loss is like."

The gray knight gathered in the sharp whistle.

The light of torches in the camp was gathering together from far to near.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Half of the troops left the camp, under the leadership of Bad Heiyu, and looking down from the air, this scene seemed particularly conspicuous.

"They moved."

Silvede gently put a cloak on him and carefully fastened each lock, although it was just a trivial matter and she didn't have to do it herself. But the shipmaster still held it over with persistent support, pressing the star-like brooch, and looking up at him.

Fang Yu nodded, pulled up his hood with his hand, and raised his head - will they win? He had never asked himself this in his heart, but at this moment, they finally waited for this opportunity.

Although that may be inevitable, since the battle fairy was born in this world, its war was destined to be presented to the world in a different way. Those who cannot control the sky are also destined to be unable to control victory.

He replied, "I will be back soon."

Silvede smiled.

Fang Yu turned his head and said to Miss Nightingale on the other side:

"Let's go, Miss Alissa."

Alisa was also wearing a gray cloak for herself to cover her face, turning around, smiling, and nodding.

The Grey Owl Town Cave opens the gate.
To be continued...