Vol 3 Chapter 172

Act 172

This is the fifth day since the woe, and the world is still dark—

In the Green Tower, the overwhelming rain is pouring down. Far and near the pillar of light representing the kind of fire has been extinguished, and the sky and the earth have fallen into darkness. Only the occasional purple lightning can tear through the heavy darkness, and the dazzling electric light reflects the rain into a silver.

The wolves have broken the last barrier around the Green Tower. The snow-white winter wolf and the rotten Plague Wolf have crossed the line of defense, which was erected by the druids and the corpses of the tree elves. Of the tower's residents.

The wolves swept across the undulating earth like a flood, their sharp claws undulating on each other, stepping on the ground that could not distinguish whether it was mud or blood, and pierced the rain curtain with splashes of water.

Soon a row of pale faces appeared in the majestic heavy rain. Some of the faces of men or women were even young, but they were teenagers, filled with a look of terror and anxiety.

The rain slid down from these people's faces, and they opened their mouths slightly from their foreheads, nose bridges, eyelids, or cheeks, but they didn't even dare to breathe, and they grasped the weapons in their hands subconsciously.

Elder Druid stood behind such an 'army', holding an oak cane, looking serious; in his eyes, these young people were the last power of the Green Tower, and it can be said that the ring of sky was here for the future. seed.

But in the face of life and death, even seeds must be invested in defensive warfare. The druids set up a final line of defense in the autumn equinox hall at the bottom of the Green Tower, trying to prevent woe into the town.

Everyone listened to the sound of the wolf's footsteps denser than the raindrops in the rain curtain, and it seemed as if a horrifying army was marching, making it impossible to feel the fire of the Green Tower crumbling in the wind and rain.

Perhaps the next moment is eternity.

Thousands of people are swallowed up by darkness, and the dead are like numbers, but these numbers used to contain vivid faces-they were originally husbands, sons, friends or lovers, but they lost their color .

The first winter wolves emerged from the darkness, where their power has been weakened to a minimum, almost suppressed to the level of the black iron, but the amount of terror still can't help but worry.

This is where the woe is the most desperate. No matter how heroic you are, you end up exhausting and falling under endless attacks.

The wolves may have paid ten or even hundreds of times more than druids and tree elves--their corpses dissolved in the rain and turned into black sewage into the ground--but more of their kind passed over these corpses and swarmed up There seems to be no end in the darkness.

Then the wolf collided with people.

They hit a wall of thorns woven by vines, and the wolves behind didn't care about their companions in the front-the first winter wolf hit the wall of thorns, sharply piercing their fur, and the black blood was blackened. White skin. It was hit by the wolves that came up behind, flattened, and even the eyes burst because of being squeezed, protruding beyond the eyes-the second and third winter wolves repeated the same mistake, and the dying devil wolf sent a terrible mourning. But more wolves just stepped on the wall of thorns on the corpses of their companions, and the fallen winter wolves were instantly trampled by sharp claws.

The silver tide quickly flowed over the low wall and crashed into the queue of the tree elf warriors. The tree elf's formation was knocked back by the huge force. Many people were dragged by countless wolf mouths and screamed. One after another.

"A rare big tide."

As soon as William struck a silver robe, he stood on the square on the side of the hall leading to the Green Tower, and a line of rain between heaven and earth seemed to hit a layer of invisible wall and splashed out from a foot away from his body. Into a layer of water mist.

In the eyes of others, this invisible wall almost forms a perfect sphere around the body of the legendary wizard of the Silver Alliance. The scope enveloped by the sphere is extremely dry, and the surrounding water cannot penetrate and can only merge from both sides into a small one. The stream goes round.

But the old man apparently didn't care about it. He was holding a silver cane with six stone runes around the head; if Brando would recognize here that the staff was an ancient relic--secret Yin Zhiyao, the legacy of Kanejic's successive city lords, can also be said to be one of William's status symbols today.

He held a staff, and popped a few lightning bolts, which killed several winter wolves who wanted to enter the town, and groaned, saying so.

"Well, what Haru said in the parliament-this time the magic tide is just a routine business. But how did the Silver Candle Council warn him? Astrologers have stumbled upon several constellations long ago when observing the constellations of the Twilight Dragon. Shaky, he didn't take anything seriously. "

The old man next to William raised his white eyebrows and hummed from his nose. The old man was surrounded by a spherical transparent wall, but not as exaggerated as the legendary wizard.

"So you're here for the purpose?" William turned back.

"Similarly, if there is a problem with the trade wind ring, human beings may lose all the territories south of Ampelsel." The old man replied: "In addition, Eruin is my half country."

"But it was only to observe the situation, but I didn't expect it to be more serious than imagined. From the situation of the Green Tower, it was more menacing than the one recorded in the document about the battle of the saints." He looked up and looked at the dark Sky: "If I were not sane, I would have doubted that Master Masha's Genesis Code 'tiamat' opened a mouth."

"I don't like this kind of cold joke," William replied lightly, a flash of lightning flashed in the sky, and his thin face was white: "So what are you going to do, Brother Turaman? Kill all these monsters , Keep them? "

He pointed to those druids.

"Just as a joke, I don't have the patience," Tulaman glanced at the guy, and he took out a crystal ball from his sleeve: "If they can hold it, naturally they will be happy. If they can't hold it, I will temporarily Just move the Deadwood Council to a safe place. "

"In their words-with seeds, the tree will take root and sprout."

"Ball of teleportation," William silvery eyebrows raised. "You brought this thing."

"This is perfect preparation, old friend."

"You're satirizing me again," William smiled slightly. He flicked his fingers like dead branches: "I told you, I didn't come here for these messy things, but for an old friend in the past."

"Or the Lionheart Sword?" Tulaman smiled mysteriously. "You know that thing is not here."

"No," William replied, "I also said that the important thing is not the sword, but the human being. Ek didn't become Ek because of the Lionheart Sword, but Lionheart Sword shined because of his old friend."

"Yeah, man, but the kid still lied to me and said he wanted to take the path of a scholar. But is Ek the guy originally a scholar? I will come to him after I have confirmed the slate news." Tulaman replied. Road.

William couldn't help but smile.

"Have you been fooled?"

"That kid is not an ordinary person, you have to be careful, don't tell me to read jokes in the future." Turaman replied.

William didn't care. He looked up at the shaky line of defense of the tree elves, stood indifferently in the rain and asked, "How long can you say they can support it?"

"One hour."

"and then?"

"The tree elves and druids should still have an elite unit. The centaur in the town can also organize a defensive unit, but in any case, at most one day."

"One day." William looked between the dark world, and only a few beams of light still stood in the far south sky. The legendary wizard's thin lips moved, and his old eyes were astonished, as if thinking about something.

Tulaman was not wrong. The druids almost did their best, but even if the winter wolves were put in to fight in the streets, they could survive for at least hours.

But it was at this time that William's eyebrows rose slightly--

He turned back.

Seeing the same surprise on Tulaman's face.

The same moment.

The elders of the Deadwood Council are guarding the Green Tower's hall where the flames are set aside. Everyone knows this. But they could only wait until Brando returned the message.

The sound of heavy rain obscured all other sounds. The elder standing at the highest point of the crowd more than once looked back at the flames that were swaying under the suppression of chaotic magic. Although the old man looked calm on the surface, he was actually filled with anxiety With anxiety.

In terms of time, Brando, Ward, and Quinill should have heard from this time. He couldn't help but watch Funia, who was holding his left hand, also said nothing. The little girl has been in this state since Brando's departure.

"Old elder, time is running out."

The old man turned his head and looked at the tall elder Druid. He thought for a moment, shook his head and didn't answer, and everyone subconsciously set his sights on the southern sky.

It was dark between heaven and earth.

But it was this time.

Suddenly, the elder with a loin on his waist suddenly changed his face. In fact, it was not just him. All the druids present at the same moment felt the throb in their hearts.

Powerful magic resonance--

They looked up.

A golden beam of light suddenly emerged from the dark night sky in the south, and instantly penetrated the world. Everyone looked up and saw the pillars of light separating the clouds, reaching the end above the sky.

"What's that?" The druids froze.

But what stunned them even more was that, in the next second, another golden beam of light rose in the center of the Ring of Tradewinds. This beam of light contrasts with the previous one, and the legendary wizard William who is standing outside the autumn equinox hall at this moment is so familiar--

Resonance again!

"It's that kid!" Turaman frowned, and said immediately.

William glanced at him, and then he took one step forward without saying a word, and the whole man disappeared into the rain curtain out of thin air.

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