Allen turned his gaze back to the dark tide under the city wall, watching Deria and the others were about to disappear from his sight.

He probably knew why these soldiers on the city wall were so happy.

The answer is obvious. It is impossible for Deria and the others to escape in the last battle, so they must have gone to solve the problem.

Although the Black Tide is a natural disaster in the northern border, it is a very regular existence.

However, this year's Black Tide has obviously changed unexpectedly. Not to mention the time ahead, there are other factors involved.

If no one controls this, it would be an insult to their IQ.

Before, they had no strength because they were willing and lacked enough. They had already tried their best to stabilize the defense line of the Frozen Fortress. Even if they knew there were other tricks behind them, they could not find out who to investigate.

Now, after the support has arrived, they have the right to take the initiative and are no longer just passively waiting for the other party to take action.

Turn-style alternating cards are not in line with their style at all. For them, who represent the face of the empire, when will they need to endure the other party's provocation?

They are used to attack directly, find the black hand behind them, and then solve the problem.

Moreover, this will not only be efficient, but will also greatly reduce the combat loss rate.

If we passively repel the waves of dark tides, God knows how many people will die in this disaster.

If the opponent makes a big move, then they are exhausted and may be wiped out. It would be better to take advantage of the current heyday to make a move.

However, I don’t know whether it is a human or a "god" who is taking action behind the scenes.

The long sword in his hand suddenly slashed, causing a howling sound of wind.

The battle knife with mottled blood shone through the neck of the demon wolf in front of him. Dark purple blood rushes wildly, and the smelling blood gushes out. Alan's face can't help but have a few traces of blood stains stained.

But Allen's eyes were extremely distant and deep, and he didn't care about the blood on his body.

Once you go to the battlefield, you will put life and death aside, let alone things like hygiene image.

If you still pay attention to such irrelevant things on the battlefield, you are either stupid or fools.

He was just thinking about what kind of existence was behind this dark tide.

If it was a puppet master, how did the other party cross the extreme north while being severely damaged, and arrived at the Bones Forest within a few hours after the Griya City ceremony, setting off a craze for the monsters.

If not, then a trace of evil god's will is coming, is it really possible that such a huge disaster?

It’s not that Alan looked down on the evil god, but that if the other party was so awesome, he wouldn’t be beaten back to his hometown by the gods.

Moreover, what comes is not the essence, but just a ray of will, plus the faint essence of life that is about to be wiped out, can stir up the wind and rain like this.

If this is true, then the power of the god level may be more powerful than imagined.

The next moment, Alan suddenly looked up and looked into the empty sky outside the city wall.

Dark purple smoke spread, and mixed blood and bone chips flew in the air. The explosion of alchemy shells caused huge mushroom-shaped smoke.

However, in Alan's perception, the magic particles in front of him began to surge.

The mental power, like a spider web, extends densely in the air, covering the wide area ahead.

At the maximum pressure on the defense line of the frozen fortress wall, Master Ryan stood beside the legion commander, closed his eyes, and his spirit began to connect with all the still awake casters on the battlefield.

The majestic mental power spread rapidly, condensing into a tough spiritual thread, and connecting with all spell casters.

The legion commander stood in front of Master Ryan, guarding the other party, waiting for the spell to be completed.

As time passes slowly, the pressure emitted by Master Ryan becomes more and more terrifying, even giving people the illusion of distorting light.

No, that's not an illusion. Master Ryan's body really emits a dazzling light blue light, but it's extremely erratic, completely unlike Master Ryan's magic.

This light is extremely light, but it reveals a sacred sense of purity, with a scorching breath, and it collided with the air to create blank ripples.

This is a sign of the full use of the powerful man who awakens the soul, and it is also the reason why the silver level is called the shining silver.

After the silver-level strong man awakens his soul, his soul is extremely powerful and can act as a second thinking organ.

When you take full advantage of your efforts, your soul will also emit dazzling light, burning the enemy's soul and spirit.

However, with the strength of Master Ryan's peak silver level, it has not been a problem that requires him to take full advantage in many years.

Besides, even if he needs to take all his strength, he can suppress this vision. This was the case when he fought with the puppet master last time.

Now, Master Ryan integrates all the sober and powerful spellcaster spirits on the battlefield, ready to release war spells.

So Master Ryan had no spare energy, nor the intention to take action, and suppress the radiant light that burst out from his soul.

Thirty spell casters from the Execution Department of the Three Norths, nearly 100 spell casters from the first support force led by Forred, and more than ten spell casters from the Frozen Fortress all retreated to the rear of the battlefield and began to respond to Master Ryan's call.

It sounds very miserable. The seven fortresses of the Empire are all organized by the mage group.

Even if there are very few pure mages, there are even sorcerers, priests and even priests who can use several magical techniques to make up their numbers, the mage groups in other fortresses also have at least a hundred people.

The Ice Fortress is an exception, and their mage group is a decoration.

The few mages in the fortress were all equipped with engineering troops to repair various magical equipment, and they had to be rotated frequently.

Although it is quite happy to eat empty wages every year, it is still quite uncomfortable for the commander of the Frozen Fortress who returns to the Empire to report on his duties in the middle of the year and is ridiculed by the leaders of the other fortresses.

Because it is located in the far north of the empire, few wizards are willing to come to the north to serve.

In this case, it would be fine if the North could train talents by itself and could be self-sufficient.

But helpless, the style of the North has always been arrogant and cruel. Even ordinary citizens like to place firearms at home just in case.

Therefore, the northern border has always been a land of warriors, and there have always been few mages coming out of the northern border.

Moreover, in the past, there was no condition for cultivating mages in the North, not because of insufficient resources, but because of insufficient talents.

There are few mages in the north, so they cannot train mages, and then there are no mages, and they end up in a vicious cycle.

It was the event that shocked the empire before that Master Ryan was imprisoned in the northern border, so he had the conditions to train a mage.

It was just because Master Ryan had arrived in the North for too short a time, the mage group of Frozen Fortress was only a dozen people.

Otherwise, they would probably be completely embarrassed at this time.

Of course, the Legion Commander's face was not good at this time, and it was even darker than the bottom of the marching pot.

Gradually, a faint clear sound suddenly sounded in the air, as ethereal as the sound coming from a higher dimensional space.

It was extremely subtle at first, but the sound gradually became grand and sacred, accompanied by the increasingly obvious magical fluctuations in the air.

The strong wind in the air began to rotate regularly, and crystal blue snowflakes fell from the air, as if controlled by an invisible pair of hands to float towards the area where the beast tide is most dense.

The bitter cold wind blew, and the biting cold was even worse.

But other than that, there seems to be no strange changes.

No, no, Allen's eyes suddenly changed and he looked outside the wall of the fortress.

The rushing beast tide is still fierce, but the dazzling blood color reflects dazzlingly in the ice crystals.

The monster running towards the Ice Fortress, the legs that kept running were like ice sculptures to withstand the force beyond the limit and appeared fine cracks, and then the harsh sounds rang one after another on the battlefield.

The crazy demon wolf was galloping wildly, with a light sound, and the hind legs broke like an ice sculpture. Before the dark red blood could gush out, it was frozen into ice crystals by the cold low temperature.

Before the unbalanced monster could think about what was going on, it was splattered by the flesh and blood of the unconsciously crazy monster behind it.

At the last moment of his life, he only saw his broken legs standing in place like icicles, with dazzling red lights flashing at the fracture.

Then, the next moment, this art-like object was shattered by the surging beast tide, leaving only flying ice dust.

Allen's face became horrified, and the battlefield was divided into two parts within his sight.

The first half of the body has become a world of ice and snow, with crystal blue snowflakes falling one after another, and more and more monsters have turned into ice sculptures like works of art, but the crazy and violent expressions on their faces are extremely vivid, far exceeding the work of masters who are praised on the market.

Seeing such a terrifying scene, even the beast tide that had lost its mind and self-awareness was frightened, and the monsters on the battlefield began to stop moving forward.

The battlefield suddenly became stagnant and quiet, and the sound of artillery fire and crossbows on the fortress walls also began to stop.

Allen casually chopped off the monster in front of him, watching the thick-skinned guy fall under the city wall and turn into a lifelike ice sculpture in the ice and snow.

We have a deeper understanding of the power of spellcasters, especially Master Ryan, such as the power of spellcasters.

The faint sound of silence sounded on the city wall, and Allen seemed to see many people relying on the city wall to start drinking water and eating quickly.

They seemed to care about this scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere, and talked and laughed with their comrades beside them, and then ate the broken dry food with blood and sweat without any distortion.

However, this free time does not seem to last much.

roar!

The dull roar as loud as thunder sounded in the fog of the Forest of Skeletons. The huge monster quickly stepped out of the dark purple mist, and the heavy steps made the earth tremble.
Chapter completed!