The gray-black giant eagle shook its wings across the sky, and its huge wings were coated with a glimmer of light in the sun. The huge bird of prey seemed to be bathed in a tiny flame, passing by under the clouds. In its sharp eyes, the vast land that had turned into scorched earth below, the crystal cluster army wandering on the edge of the earth, and the steel legion that was steadily advancing forward.

After a slanting sweep, the giant eagle turned its direction and swiftly towards the earth. Its target was the arrow of the Iron Legion.

Sonya Frost Leaf jumped off the eagle's back lightly and walked towards Gao Wen not far away with the loud "cuckoo" of the giant eagle.

"Thank you for your response," Gao Wen smiled and greeted Sonia, "We do need staff here."

"I saw it in heaven. This is a terrible battlefield - it makes me think of Gondor seven hundred years ago. The earth also turned into scorched earth, and monsters wandered everywhere." The high-level messenger did not hide the emotion and exclamation on his face, "But what surprised me even more was that your army... To be honest, it is very different from mine."

"I was also a little surprised when I saw these war machines running with my own eyes," Gao Wen said calmly, and looked at the distance. "This place will not become Gondor - the land after burning will grow new buds, and the plague that will eventually perish will be purified sooner or later. Ansu will have another wound, but the wound will always heal."

"His Majesty Belsetia is paying attention to this disaster, but unfortunately the Empire far south of the mainland could not provide any help - she could only order me and all the messengers I led, and the rangers came to help. In addition to the Magister Banner who stayed on the Magnificent Wall, I brought my entire team, and they were still on the way, and they should arrive soon. Don't worry, whether it is the ranger or the messenger, we are excellent scouts after riding on the giant eagle."

Gao Wen smiled: "This is exactly what we are short of."

Cecil is not short of conventional reconnaissance troops - whether it is the elite steel ranger or the well-trained corps investigators, they are excellent ground reconnaissance forces, but as the front advances and the combat intensity continues to increase, the pressure on the ground reconnaissance troops is getting stronger and stronger: the entire area ahead is already a heavily polluted area, with almost no safe footing, and human reconnaissance soldiers cannot infiltrate among monsters. On the other hand, after suffering a series of heavy blows, the Crystal Cluster Giants have already reacted. They have become more vigilant and stricter, and even began to counter Cecil's reconnaissance and attack. Under the pressure of the two phases, aerial reconnaissance began to become crucial.

Cecil has his own griffin knight, but the number is not large. Moreover, the griffin domesticated by humans is far inferior to the elf giant eagle in terms of flight altitude and speed and adaptability to reconnaissance missions. With the current anti-gravity technology not yet fully analyzed and the aircraft has not yet been realized, Gao Wen found Sonia, and the Silver Queen, who was also concerned about the disaster in the north of the mainland, issued an order at the same time, allowing the entire messenger team, including Sonia, to serve the Principality of Cecil in the form of "hiring" and intervene in this war.

"Now we need to figure out the situation in the Red Maple area - there are extremely large number of crystal cluster legions gathered there, and the combat power and organization of the crystal cluster giants are obviously beyond other regions. I think there is at least one command center there, and there are high-level priests who will die in the end."

"Leave it to us, the eyes from the sky will understand the command center," Sonia nodded happily, "Also, do you have any suggestions?"

"There is only one suggestion," Gao Wen said slowly, "try to fly higher - those giants have begun to know how to defend air after being attacked by the griffin knight holding the bombs."

...

Continuous troops disappeared from the land where hills and woods crisscrossed in the south.

An army, an unexpected army, is advancing steadily towards the north. It comes from the strange land in the southern border, spreading all the way toward it like some stable and firm tide. Countless individuals of gods have lost contact in the process. Whether it is a weak "mutant" or a powerful "starting gods", they are submerged in the tide without distinction.

The commanders far away in Red Maple City could not accurately sense the specific situation on the front line, but they could all feel some of the "traits" released by the tide - steel-like perseverance, emotionless advancement, terrible explosions, flames, burning everything...

Professor Heaton stood on the tower of Red Maple Castle, his crystallized eyes filled with anger: "It's been so long, you can't organize a decent counterattack?!"

A priest who wears a black robe of the priest, but whose body has almost completely transformed into a form of a god-infession, endured the anger of the priest: "The Cecils' magic machines are very powerful, especially offensive... They can attack at extremely long distances, and our priest army of god-infessions can only increase a large number of casualties after forcing the counterattack..."

"So those converting waste refuse to execute the order to charge? That is an order, not a suggestion! It is an order, an order that should be executed!" Heaton angrily smashed the table and made a loud bang, "What is the evil god? It is the war weapons without fear, pain, and hesitation, the cold blades! But now those war weapons that should be powerful are running around the entire plain like wild beasts driven away, without any respect!"

The sect leader was furious and the priests were silent, but after a short period of venting, Heaton took the initiative to calm down.

He took a deep breath and felt his slightly uncontrolled nervous system recovering quickly under the suppression of magic power. In order to transform into a stronger individual of gods, he drew too much power from the Abyss of Flesh and Blood, which made him stronger, but also made his transformation slower, and his temper became more irritable before the transformation was completely completed.

However, after he recovered from calmness, he could still realize that his anger was meaningless.

He is not very good at military command. In fact, most priests who die in the end are not good at dealing with the battlefield - they are just dark sects after all, and the high-level members are all from priests. The powerful legion of gods (crystal clusters) did destroy most of the power of the Kingdom Army and the East in a short time, but that was not because a group of dark priests were well-manned, but because the legion was strong enough.

Heaton calmly realized this and then thought about who is best suited for the current situation.

A large number of commanders who have transformed from the Kingdom Army and the Eastern Legion have now been sent to the north to attack the defense line outside the city of San Sunil. The battle there is very important and cannot be affected. Among the commanders left behind, the one that can be used most is probably the one that can be used.

In the eastern part of Red Maple City, in the huge rock city that was almost ruined, the crystal cluster giant Corod stood on the high city wall and walked around slightly irritably. Some quiet subordinate commanders lowered their heads not far away, and a little further away, a powerful blizzard still hovered between the castle area and the inner city area as if mocking everyone.

A few minutes later, Colod's pace back and forth suddenly stopped. He reached out to take out a small crystal ball from his waist. The surface of the crystal ball was constantly flashing, emitting obvious heat.

Colod looked at the crystal ball with his eyes in a steady state, then reached out and rubbed its surface. The next second, the voice of Master Heaton came from this magic prop that solidified the transmission technique: "Don't tell me you're still dealing with that blizzard!!"

"I'm actually still dealing with it," said Colod, suppressing his annoyance, "we're in unexpected trouble."

God knows why the magic net inside is still running after the magic net node outside the castle was destroyed! It just lowered its power a little, but it was still running!

When the Cecils made the magic net and passed it on to the nobles from all over the country, they absolutely retained a lot of technical details! That thing is not an ordinary large magic array at all, nor is it a magic array that will stop running after digging out a few key cycles and cutting off a few energy lines!

"Listen, I'm not interested in the troubles you have," said the voice of Heaton in the crystal ball. "Our legion is in trouble in the south, you..."

Heaton's voice was halfway through, and another strange buzzing and howling suddenly came into Corod's ears, causing the crystal cluster giant to subconsciously raise his head.

He looked at the blizzard in the castle area and saw a large turbulence appearing at the top of the powerful and terrifying magic storm. In the gradually weakening storm, countless sharp ice fragments were splashing from the top of the cyclone...

The blizzard has weakened!

"Master, the blizzard here has weakened - Victoria Wilder's mana might have been exhausted!"

In the crystal ball, Heaton's voice paused, as if he was a little surprised. After a brief silence, Corod heard Heaton's voice come again: "It's very good. You can first solve the annoying duchess, and then return to Red Maple immediately. I'll tell you the next task."

The crystal ball dimmed, and Colod stared at the magic prop for a moment before putting it away again.

In the background behind him (it) a blizzard shrouding the rock castle is rapidly disintegrating.

...

The barrier is about to collapse.

Victoria Wilder stood quietly on the terrace on the upper floor of the castle, looking at the gradually disintegrating snowstorm, his face was cold.

She was wearing a white skirt modified from the mage's robe, wearing a silver-white shawl, holding a staff of crystal and platinum inlaid with crystals and platinum in her hand, several frost crystals radiating cold air hovered beside her, and she stepped on a large magic circle under her feet, countless complex and mysterious lines and runes extended from her feet, all the way to the edge of the terrace, and to the interface of the castle magic net.

The magic net is still running, but the energy provided has been greatly reduced, Victoria knows that this is because someone has destroyed the magic net unit under the exterior wall.

The destroyer doesn't seem to understand the principle of Magic Net - Victoria vaguely remembers that the founding hero who had resurrected from the dead once taught himself several words, one of which was called "modular", which refers to the structure of Magic Net that relies on a large number of independent units.

This modular structure prevents the destroyers from achieving their expected goals, and also maintains the magic supply in the inner city to this day, extending the time it can last. In fact, if you continue to force it, Victoria can make the blizzard last at least three days.

But today, she took the initiative to end the casting.

Knights in gray-white armor stood on the terrace, and mages with tired and resolute expressions stood in front of Victoria. Behind them, in the castle square, garden, inner courtyard, and walls, soldiers of the mountain corps had already stood on the defense line, holding swords in their hands.

The Duchess looked at these loyal subordinates who had been following her for many years, took a breath and stepped forward.

"Today is the thirty day, and we have delayed those monsters here for thirty days!

"The Knights and civilians who broke through should have reached a safe place - at least, we have reached our limit.

“It’s no point in keeping up defense, it’s time to end it all.

"After the blizzard disappears, enemies will flock to you. They may have been our fellow countrymen, once the Ansu people we are familiar with, but now they are enemies, monsters, irrescue mutants and sources of pollution. The only thing we can do is to take up weapons and defend our innate dignity.

"Maybe every monster we kill here is to fight for other Ansu people to survive.

“I’m sorry, I can’t bring you back to my hometown alive.

“But I am honored to die with you.

"For Ansu!!"

The magical staff was raised high, and then pounded heavily.

The soldiers were like swords and their roars were shocking the blizzard that was rapidly collapsing: "For An Su! Go to die with you!!"

Relying on the Blizzard, perhaps the people here can live for three more days, but that will completely exhaust all the mana of Victoria and the mages, and exhaust the resources stored in the castle. After the Blizzard stopped, the brave and fearless mountain corps could only massacre one-sidedly when they were unable to resist.

People in the North don’t like this.

The people from the north chose to die on the battlefield.

The Duchess knew this, and the soldiers knew this.

The blizzard has only the last bit of aftermath, and those twisted and terrifying crystal cluster monsters can be seen vaguely across the wind and snow.

The knights ran to the city wall, the mages drank the last potion, and on the castle terrace, everyone held weapons and rushed to the last line of defense of the kingdom fortress, while Victoria just held her staff and waited quietly for the blizzard to completely dissipate.

A familiar figure came into her sight at this moment - Maggie, the maid, walked past the warriors, carrying two long swords in her hand, and her black hair rose in the wind.

This is the first time that the soldiers of the Mountain Corps saw this "captain maid" armed.

"Maggie," Victoria called her maid and said after the other party approached, "You don't have to stay here, you are not Ansu."

"I have sworn to you," Maggie held the long sword in her hand and looked at Victoria quietly. "And where can I go in this situation now?"

"No, you're the only one who could leave," Victoria looked into Maggie's eyes, "You know this - I know too."

Maggie showed a little astonishment and a moment of panic, but before she asked, Victoria had continued: "You go south."

"Why is the south?"

"The Knights before breaking out to the northwest, Saint Sunil is the first glimmer of hope, you go south - maybe there is the second glimmer of hope."

The black-haired maid faced the hostess' gaze. She knew that the "hope" mentioned by the other party did not belong to the Mountain Corps.

"I get it," she lowered her head, "I'll go south."

"Victoria exhaled softly and walked forward slowly, "I will create a cyclone for you in the south - ride on it, hide yourself, and...

"Fly, Maggie."
Chapter completed!