Chapter 14  Down

When the sunset was about to fall into the distant mountains, it was able to reveal the full picture in the dense clouds for a moment. It seemed to vent its enthusiasm that had suppressed the day in just a moment, and in an instant it turned the blue-gray sky into a burning sea of ​​clouds. The golden-red light patterns flowed like waves, and the world suddenly became a little brighter.

Mount Auburn under the fire clouds has changed its past blue-black and snow-white decoration, but is covered with a red coat. Red not only comes from the contribution of burning the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, but also comes from the large dark red ice layer on the mountain, which is divided into three or four routes and winds down from the top of the mountain. When you suddenly see, it seems like a solidified red stream.

Under the sea of ​​clouds, a long horn sounded throughout the sky. The believers of the Silver Holy Church slowly retreated from Mount Auburn. They supported each other, hundreds of bodies were dragged away, which were the remains of their church members.

But those corpses that bravely fell behind the Eye of Wisdom defense line could no longer be recaptured.

Today, the believers of the Holy Church achieved the best results since attacking the mountain. In the afternoon, they once rushed through the defense line of the Eye of Wisdom, and the warriors at the forefront could even see the back of the saint praying on the altar! The Crazy Wizards protected the altar, but Mora remained motionless, turning a blind eye to the swords and blood that were close at hand. At this time, there were less than 500 believers of the Eye of Wisdom who could still hold their positions.

Changes arise suddenly.

The halo that always covered Mora's whole body quickly extended outwards, spreading to the entire altar in the blink of an eye, and the soft light radiated out a hundred steps, illuminating the battlefield. The mafia's spirit was greatly boosted, and the casting gesture, which was already a little stagnant, suddenly became flexible. The believers of the Eye of Wisdom were even more courageous, and their faith in the goddess filled all their bodies and minds, shouting and rushing towards the Holy Church. Their enemies felt completely the opposite, and negative emotions such as fear, chaos, and shake spread like a plague. The battle situation immediately reversed, and the Holy Church had to call and stop.

Hundreds of smoke have risen at the foot of the mountain, and supper will be ready soon to replenish the energy of the fanatical believers of the Holy Church. At the foot of Auburn, several ice and snow mages and samurai who are much more gorgeous than others can point fingers to the top of Auburn. One of the old men wearing a high crown and a white ivory robe is the highest priest in the southern part of the empire, and is also the leader at the moment. Several samurai leaders around him are explaining in detail tomorrow's plan to attack the mountain.

Auburn Mountain is extremely steep, with only a few narrow passages that can accommodate people up and down. The reason why Mora chose this place was not because of what kind of holy land Auburn Mountain was, but the only reason was because of its danger. Perhaps within a radius of thousands of miles, Auburn Mountain is the easiest place to defend and difficult to attack.

In just a few days, tens of thousands of believers of the Silver Holy Sect gathered at the foot of Auburn Mountain. They attacked the mountain day and night, but there was no room for maneuver on the narrow mountain path. The battle between the two sides could only accommodate at most 2 or 30 people to fight at the same time. Often after dozens of people in the front died in battle, the believers in the rear would be blocked by the corpses of the church members, and it would take a lot of effort to climb to the fortification of the Eye of Wisdom believers. In this way, believers and mafia masters with the Eye of Wisdom, who are dozens of times less than the Eye of Wisdom, can always get precious breathing time and persevere.

If the support is too late, the Wisdom Eye Cultists will launch the giant crossbow that they will only use when defending the city. At such a close distance, the power of the giant crossbow can penetrate several people in a row and continue to exert momentum, giving the Holy Evil a great blow. Fortunately, there are not many remaining weapons with such a destructive weapon.

After discussing with several ice and snow mages, priests and Snow Palace samurai, they decided to change their tactics and divide the Holy Church believers who can fight into dozens of echelons, attacking continuously in a row in order to exhaust the physical strength of the people on the top of the mountain. This tactic offset the advantages of the natural dangers under the Eye of Wisdom.

In the eyes of those Snow Palace samurai leaders who know how to do military, time is not a problem. The cold and lack of rest will gradually exhaust the physical strength of the Wisdom Eyes Cultists, and the magic power of the Cultists will become less and less day by day. The rotation of the Holy Cultists not only has enough food, but also can sleep peacefully to restore their physical strength. The longer the time is, the closer they will be to victory.

In the eyes of the old priest, the life of the prisoner is not a problem. The number of believers in the Holy Church who died in battle on Mount Auburn has already dozens of times that of the prisoner on the top of the mountain. The only thing he cares about is the lives of Mora, the saint of the Eye of Wisdom, and dozens of mad believers. Everyone knows that the Eye of Wisdom can rise like this, at least half of the credit for this saint of this incredible motivation and extremely rare natural charm.

If he could, he would exchange thousands of believers for the life of a madman. If he sacrificed 100,000 believers for the demise of Mora, he would definitely be willing. Anyway, there are many people in the empire, and believers can continue to recruit after they die.

As time goes by, the offensive and defensive battles in Mount Auburn became increasingly fierce. In order to carry enough offensive and defensive materials up the mountain, the believers of the Eye of Wisdom did not bring enough food. In order to resist the cold on the top of the mountain and to replenish the physical energy consumed, both believers and the mage of Madman increased greatly. But all this had been solved long before going up the mountain.

Mora was still praying all the time, and the light that surged from her gently guided the magic of the mafia and drove away their physical fatigue. She could clearly feel the state of every surviving believer, knowing that although their will was still extremely firm, their bodies were on the verge of collapse.

Morra knew the source of the food and also acquiesced to this solution. For her, as long as she could persevere until the day of sacrifice, any means would be sacred.

In fact, the believers of the Eye of Wisdom only brought less than three days of food, because every enemy's corpse can be regarded as food!

In addition, the bodies of the believers of the Holy Church were piled together and poured with ice water. After a short time, they became an extremely strong barrier. On the road up the mountain, the blood of the dead and injured was thrown all the way to the foot of the mountain. In this season when water was pouring into ice, the blood was covered with layers of layers, and had long condensed into a thick trapezoidal ice layer.

The smooth ice layer undoubtedly caused great difficulties for the holy believers to attack the mountain. Despite this, before the absolute power comparison, under the wheel tactics of the holy teachings, the number of believers of the Eye of Wisdom is still getting fewer and fewer day by day.

Tomorrow is the time for sacrifice.

When the morning light illuminated Mount Auburn, Mora finally ended his long prayer and stood up slowly. The more than ten surviving mages and more than 300 believers immediately gathered together. They were covered with wounds of varying degrees, but their eyes were filled with light and hope!

At this time, the rest of the Silver Holy Sect has come to an end. Next, it is time to attack the mountain with all its strength without ending.

Surrounded by the believers, the old priest came to the foot of Auburn Mountain. He held the Ice and Snow Goddess's teachings in his hand, waved hard to the top of the mountain, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Kill the witch and the evil mage of faith! For the goddess!"

"For the goddess!" Amid the huge sound, teams of believers began to climb to Mount Auburn firmly.

The old priest let out another roar that boosted morale. "Go and save our brothers! For the sake of the goddess!"

However, the real voice in his heart was: "Those dozen unlucky people will definitely not be able to save them."

Looking up at the milky white halo that could still be easily identified even on the top of a hundred meters of mountain, the old priest remembered all the rumors about the Saint of Wisdom Eye, and suddenly felt a little dry. Maybe it would be a good idea to capture her alive. However, reason also told him that this was not realistic at all.

The old priest stroked the snow-white long beard that represented majesty and qualifications, and another thought arose. After this religious war, the Holy Church could no longer be self-confidence. It was time to select several saints for the Ice and Snow Goddess.

Several other Snow Palace warrior leaders and Ice and Snow Master also looked up at the same place on the top of Auburn Mountain. When they thought that the legendary saint would eventually fall under the interlaced swords, they felt a deep reluctance in their hearts at the same time. They just hoped that when she died, her face was not cut, and she could still see her appearance. Several men thought this way.

The attack began, and the believers of the Holy Church rushed to the top of the mountain like a tide. When the killing on Auburn Mountain was in full swing, it seemed that the war had angered a god, and the earth trembled slightly. A Snow Palace warrior suddenly turned around and his face changed drastically!

The distant horizon raised white smoke and rolled towards Mount Auburn. It was filled with ice chips caused by countless iron hooves. After a while, the leaders of the Silver Holy Sect had already seen clearly that the smoke and dust came with thousands of iron cavalry!

Behind the cavalry, countless infantry were followed. There was no mark on the flag of this murderous army, and it was still impossible to see its belongings clearly. However, judging from its marching posture, it was a well-trained regular army, and everyone in the Silver Saint Sect had an unknown premonition.

The general who led the army was light in shape, and it was the Bauhinia butterfly. With a slight lift, the nearly 20,000 Duchy of Ale stopped and formed a battle formation behind her.

Facing the 100,000 believers of the Holy Sect at the foot of Auburn Mountain, the Bauhinia Butterfly pulled out her sword with a choke, waved forward, and shouted loudly: "The whole army attacks! No prisoners of war!"

In the ice fields in the northern country, there was also a battle of sacrifice in life and death. Tens of thousands of believers of the Silver Holy Church sang hymns and stepped into the valley, rushing towards the insignificant believers of the Wisdom Eye who dared to stop them!

At the end of the canyon is a slope of tens of meters long. The slope is covered with thick smooth ice. Those holy believers who do not use martial arts but are strong in their bodies cannot gain a foothold on the slope. This slope is not formed naturally, but is lifted from the plain by the amazing magical power. There is still a rich magical aura left on the slope, but the heavy undead smell in the magical aura is unbearable.

However, there are many believers in the Silver Holy Church. These fanatical believers are like marching ants in the primeval forest in the south. They push the front behind and squeeze onto the ice-covered slope step by step. If the people in front stop moving, they will push hard behind them. If they really can't push, they will climb over the head of their companions!

There was another platform several meters high on the top of the hillside. The tall Tikton leader Zagur led the Tikton warriors to stand on the platform and build a steel barrier. They held a special giant steel shield and pushed out hard. With each push, several Silver Holy Church believers would fall from the platform. After pushing, the Tikton warriors' giant axe would roar down, easily cutting off the bodies of the Holy Church believers who were still climbing on the giant shield.

Shortly after the war started, Zagur's body had completely turned red. More than ten steel battle axes were inserted on the ground behind him. One of them was broken and bent. Zagur threw the battle axe towards the crowd in front of him, and a certain unlucky believer of the Holy Church would be smashed to death and fall down. Then he would draw a new battle axe with his backhand and fight. The huge battle axe shining with a blue light roared and swirled. Every time he attacked, he would always take away several lives.

Behind the Ticton warriors, the elves on the dark side of the moon, poured sharp arrows onto the Silver Holy Church at an incredible speed. The sharp arrows were shining with a dark blue light, all of which were highly poisonous. Such arrows do not need to be aimed, and as long as a wound is cut, a life will be harvested.

Froya stood in the sky, her spell-casting gestures were graceful and elegant, as if she was dancing gracefully. Spells, gestures, and scrolls were launched at the same time. The power of the Thunder Prison Ring was exerted to the extreme. The lightning lightning was lingering in her hands, and countless lightning magic spells poured towards the ice and snow mages of the Silver Holy Sect like a storm.

Lightning magic is fast and has strong lethality. There are countless high-level props on the little fairy that can increase the magic attack and defense. She is also cruel and ruthless, and is definitely a model for chasing and killing. Therefore, since the war started, three ice and snow mages have fallen under her magic. The third ice and snow mage is still hiding among the believers and just secretly put an ice hockey at her. As a result, before the ice hockey touched Fuluya's protective cover, he was already burned into coke by the little fairy's four precise lightning points.

Froya's position occupies the commanding heights. In addition to focusing on dealing with the Ice and Snow Magister of the Holy Sect, her other task is to take into account the entire battlefield situation and provide magical support in time. After seeing that she dealt with the discovered Ice and Snow Magister, she would fly up and down like a colorful butterfly, and keep busy. She would throw out a small bottle full of magic potions at all times, so a large fog of poisonous fog would enclose dozens of believers of the Holy Sect. Occasionally, she would summon a wall of fire to block the footsteps of the Holy Sects and allow the Ticton warriors on the platform to breathe a little.

At this moment, when a precious magic scroll burned out in her hands, the gate of Purgatory made of blood-stained bones rose from the ground, and the demon who was spewing green flames jumped out of the gate!

It was a little confused, and there were so many victims.

What a joyful killing this should be! The body of the Demon was so excited that he began to tremble.

At this moment, Fuluya suddenly heard a very clear sound of horse hooves and rolling wheels. In this battlefield where killing sounds were shocking, the sound of hooves and cars that were not very loud could penetrate the heavy waves and reach her ears.

With the sensitivity of a magician, Froya immediately noticed that the source of the sound was abnormal, and then raised the height and looked alertly into the distance.

At the end of the ice field, a four-horse carriage was driving wildly. The emblem of the ice goddess in the carriage reflected the light of the ice field, which looked extremely dazzling.

Inexplicably, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated!

Froya began to chant the spell, and the wild thunder and lightning could not be rushed out from her hands, but was bound by powerful magic power between the plain hands without being emitted. Finally, when the violent thunder and lightning accumulated to the critical point where it must explode, Froya waved her hands, and three dazzling blue electric balls were connected by lightning chains, surrounding each other, spinning at high speed, and flying straight to the strange carriage.

Three electric balls connected into one quietly sank into the carriage. The gorgeous carriage instantly turned into a transparent blue, as gorgeous as the car of the gods!

But the splendor is always short-lived, the beautiful blue fades away in a blink of an eye, and the carriage carriages exploded silently into a ball of flying charred powder.

But there was no one in the car!

When Fuluya was stunned, a faint wind suddenly seemed to pass by her. This strange feeling passed in an instant. She looked around, but no longer noticed. At this moment, she saw the Ticton warriors below in a hard battle again, and a corner of the formation was about to be driven away by the crazy Holy Sectists. She didn't even bother to think about anything else, and immediately took out a small amber bottle filled with dark green liquid and threw it down hard.

A green poisonous cloud bloomed among the believers of the Silver Holy Church. In the rolling and rolling poisonous clouds, the believers of the Holy Church fell one by one, and their pilgrimage had reached the end.

In the north, a wave suddenly rippled in the sky, and the brilliant and gorgeous floating city slowly emerged from the void. It hovered over and slowly turned at an angle that was extremely small to its huge size, and then began to fly along the coastline of the ice ocean.

Below the floating city, the thick ice layers shattered under invisible huge pressure, and the slightly spiritual monsters had already left and disappeared.

In the center of the Fengyue Main Hall, there was an additional magic well with a diameter of ten meters. There was a very faint mist floating in the well, like a tulle cloud flowing. Looking down through the clouds, it was the narrowing coast of the northern ice ocean.

This magic well is like a window leading to another space, presenting not a flat image, but a complete miniature world.

In the world in the well, it can be seen that countless colors are flowing, drifting, and changing.

Next to the magic well, Feng Yue, Wina and Macbeth stood respectively, forming a tripod.

Macbeth was still a golden figure with no physical feeling. He pointed to the magic well and said, "Although the hiding place of the Ice and Snow Goddess is secret, judging from the fluctuations of divine power when she issued the oracle and the gathering of the power of her believers' faith, her body or at least part of her divine nature should be located in this area."

With Macbeth's mental fluctuations, the world in the well changed accordingly. The ground was constantly pulled closer, and everything on it gradually enlarged, and a cliff hanging over the ice gradually became clear. In the world in the well, countless bright white lights could not be carried away from all directions, and turned into countless scattered seven-color light spots around the cliff, falling slowly.

The cliff is getting bigger and bigger, and it can be seen that it is a huge piece of ice that has been extremely huge for thousands of years! Judging from the surrounding reference terrain, this cliff condensed from giant ice is actually a thousand meters high!

An indescribable burst of ice suddenly appeared deep in the souls of the three people in the hall, followed by a sharp and angry shout, which sounded like two huge pieces of ice rubbing against each other.

The scenery in the magic well suddenly jumped, and then three balls of faint cold air oozed out, attacking Fengyue, Wina and Macbeth respectively!

Macbeth's light golden body became extremely thin, allowing the cold air to pass through and floated to a thick stone pillar behind him. The stone pillar suddenly lost its luster, and a section in the middle suddenly turned into countless fine powders that were simply unrecognizable, dissipating in the slightly whirling wind in the hall.

Wina's lips opened slightly, and a gust of wind that could destroy everything was blowing out, easily scattering the cold air that was rushing towards her.

Feng Yue just stared at the cliff. The closer the cold air ball approached her, the thinner it became. In the end, it dissipated by itself.

Macbeth said in a deep voice: "There is no mistake! It seems that most of the gods of the Ice and Snow Goddess are hiding in this cliff. It seems that she has just accumulated enough faith power to wake up from her sleep. By God's standards, she is now very weak and has a meager divine power. I really don't know what has happened before, which can make a god sleep in this plane."

He looked up at Vina and asked, "Sir Odaireh, can you use the insight field to explore the reason why the Snow Goddess fell asleep? This will be of great help to us."

Wina frowned and said, "What I have is only the lowest level divine character. Compared with the Ice and Snow Goddess, it is much worse in divine character. So insight cannot be used."

Macbeth looked at the cliff intently and slowly said, "It doesn't matter if you can't understand. We still have a chance. Lord Fengyue, what do you think?"

Feng Yue said lightly: "She is very weak. So we can start."

The floating city shines brightly and accelerates to the distance.

In the hall, Macbeth had already left, and Feng Yue was still watching the changing scenery in the magic well. The mountains, hills and valleys that flashed by, and the rivers and fields reflected her silver eyes flashing, but no specific scenery could stay in Feng Yue's eyes.

Wina looked at Feng Yue's calm eyes, suddenly sighed, and said, "It's about to fight a true god."

Feng Yue said lightly: "We will win in the end, but we just don't know who will be destroyed in the war."

Wina wanted to say something, but she wanted to say something. She was silent for a moment, and finally said softly: "Fengyue, no one knows what will happen in the war between the gods. I... go and call him in."

Feng Yue's black hair suddenly fluttered slightly.

She suddenly fell into silence.

Vina quietly left the hall. After a moment, Rogge was surrounded by silver light as if he was walking on thin ice. After several painful experiences of Jin seeing the goddess, the fat man really did not dare to be on guard. However, this time there was no raging energy storm in the hall, nor did he have a strong holy light that could burn his eyes.

He saw silver eyes, black hair, and clearly saw the goddess floating in the air.

The wind and moon slowly fell to the ground, and they came step by step towards him.
To be continued...