Vol 3 Chapter 343

The gray sky was disintegrating overhead, like oats dissolved in milk. Brando stood in the middle of the plain and looked at the body of the deputy head of the Knights of the Templar. The black flame on him was gradually fading, like a black butterfly flying.

"How's that?" Otales suddenly asked. .

"It's dangerous." Brando gasped slightly. The last encounter with Williams made him deeply feel the gap between his true strengths. Even at the last moment, even if Williams did not fight back, he could not penetrate the vice without opening the fanatic talent attack of the fool. Head of defense.

In the end, he had to save his life by his own strength. However, fortunately, he won, and that was enough.

Pause for a while.

Brando suddenly asked: "Master Otales, you already know that Trishman's deck is also flawed, right?"

Otales smiled softly: "Some things will be impressed by my own experience. Years of war taught me this truth. It is difficult for recruits to become veterans without suffering setbacks, little guy."

Brando was so interested that the moment Williams pulled him into the Plains of the Pole, the absolute law of the travelling mage was broken--Metisha, Shire, and other summoners were isolated from the world-- In other words, even in the form of a cycle, Trishman's deck has the same flaws.

Judging from the final result, he also won a fluke in this battle. Fortunately, it was Williams, not other more powerful opponents, who discovered the flaw, so it wasn't him who was lying on the ground.

This means that he still has a chance to make up.

But the reason why he asked Otales so suddenly was that the enemies of the Four Saints were not Odin, the dragon of darkness? The succubus Elaine told him that Odin was also a powerful travelling mage. But since the Four Holy Ones can defeat Odin, it means that the Travelling Mage does not exist above this world.

Otales seemed to see what he thought. Replied softly: "It is said that each journeyman is pursuing a perfect cycle, under almost perfect conditions. The law can be a world. In this cycle. The journeyman's power is impeccable. Unfortunately. People do it ... "

Brando knows her subtext: Odin didn't do it at first, otherwise he would not lose to them.

"Odin's deck is dark, and that deck is much more aggressive than the deck on your hand. The character of that deck is that it transforms all elements into the power of darkness, which in turn is his power. At home, can you imagine the battle against the Dark Dragon who is getting stronger and stronger and you are getting weaker? "

"It sounds a bit like Madara."

"Don't interrupt. Madara's undead was once his subordinate and admirer." Otales replied: "Odin does not have as many creature cards as Tumen and Traciman, all his cards are Artifacts, abilities, spells, and enchantments. And they are so powerful they don't have your poor little weakness, but we finally defeated him. "

"How did you do that?" Brando couldn't help wondering.

She is a little proud: "Because his core strength is transformation, he must still transform our strength through the artifacts and spells on the field. His cards can form a loop quickly. It is much faster than you, and he only needs to get started Can form a loop. Then all that remains is to continuously filter cards to counter our attacks, and every time he counterattacks, he can draw dark elements from it to continue his loop. "

"Wait, you mean he doesn't have a land card?"

"The land card is the weakness of the travelling mage, how can he leave this flaw. Little guy, do you really think that the land card will not be attacked in your world? You forgot how you entered Williams The world? He just just stepped into this extreme state. The real extreme plain is a complete world, that is, the world maximized by one's laws. The land card of the travelling mage is in his extreme In the plain— "

"Ah." Brando couldn't help but lose his voice.

"So owning land cards is a weakness in itself. We can't directly counter your land cards like a real travelling mage. But we can destroy them violently." Otales continues: "Odin is a genius, he designed This deck of cards that did not require a land card came out. Unfortunately, it also buried a hidden danger. In the final battle, Faenzan continued to dismantle his core spells, causing his elements to break the chain. We have a chance. "

"Can you fight back against destiny cards?"

"No, although in fact we can do it, it's not that simple. Because the spell that counters his spell will be countered and transformed by his spell," Otales sighed. "We use a clumsy but OK An effective method is to dismantle our own attack before he counters our spell. Because there is no land card, Odin has very limited elements to activate the deck. Once his counterattack is not replenished, the element will be It is exhausted, and as a result, we have finally won after paying a great price. "

Brando listened, and didn't expect the result to be so simple. But he knew it just sounded, and in fact, I am afraid it is another matter. The Dark Dragon itself has more strength than the Four Saints. Under his attack, he must attack each other to dismantle the other's spell. The fierce battle at the time can be imagined.

Brando only knew that in the last battle, the coalition lost nearly four-fifths of its strength. Those who survived later became heroes.

He heard his heart shake, but sighed with disappointment: I did not expect that even the power of the Dark Dragon could not escape the end. He thought he was an invincible existence.

However, he also had some vague expectations in his mind. The Mage's Pursuit sought perfection of the realm, which was what Tumen told him. Now Otalis has told him again, does the impeccable deck really exist?

Otales could not help but smile at him: "Come on, little guy, you should also realize it. How can you become a true mage traveler with other people's decks. Whether it is a mage traveler. Regardless of the saints, the ultimate purpose of the first-class strong men is to open up their own laws to the realm. "

Brando nodded.

He looked up. The polar plains of Williams have almost disappeared. He reached out his hand, and there was some cold rain in his palm. The wind and rain of Mount Anker outside is seeping into this world. The voice of the two armies also became clear.

indeed. It's time to go his own way.

He had hesitated, but also because of the situation. Due to the turmoil of Eru, choosing his own deck meant starting over. By the time he became a travel mage, the kingdom would no longer exist.

But it's different now.

Ampelsel has another history. Her Royal Highness has not compromised with anyone in this history, and Eruin has a glimmer of hope. For the rest, he was able to grasp everything.

Williams' world completely collapsed, and the wind and rain outside became real again. However, at that moment, his figure returned to the rain curtain again.

Everyone in the forest saw the deputy head of the Templars lying on the ground. Then he saw Brando holding the sword of the earth and standing aside.

There was a moment of silence in the rain.

Pull Brandor into the Plains from Williams. By the time Brando killed him again, the outside world had only passed a moment. The hearts of Princess Griffin, Antitina, Metisha, Shire and everyone else went through a journey from **** to heaven.

"Master Lord ..." Antitina felt as if she had lost all her strength, leaning back slowly against the black pine tree.

"Mr. Brando!" Matissa's joy resembled the voice of a lark and penetrated the forest.

"Ha," Shire stood in the rain with a faint smile on his face-it was like when he was in Ridenburg, he and Brando were stealing the valuable collection of the Duke Goran-Elsen ——The sincere smile from the heart.

Andrigh snorted softly. The worry on the face of the vampire pseudo-mother seemed to have just disappeared, and then turned into the warmest happy smile: "Master Lord!"

The tall Ropar did not speak. The lizard lord had only firmness in his eyes. He believed that his lord was like the most outstanding hero in their clan. Because heroes never let down those who trust them.

The mercenaries of Rubis let out a cheer, and the red-haired girl took a long breath and pressed her hands tightly on her chest.

Among the crowd-

Only Princess Griffin closed her eyes, and the long eyelashes of the silver elf girl trembled gently in the rain.

She clenched her fists, and at that moment she finally felt that Lord Martha had not abandoned the kingdom. It's like the mother has always been watching her children tenderly, watching them for generations to adhere to that noble glory and faith.

It's still raining.

There were only seven Templar knights, with cold hands and feet. They did not know how to accept the facts before them, lost their companions, and even the deputy commander was killed here.

Cruz's noblest blood wandered quietly on this mountain, so remote that they didn't even know their name.

Above the clouds.

The fire and light reflected, and another black tower wizard's square was torn apart in a violent explosion, and then fell down into the mountains of Anlek.

The Dragoon Cavalry of the Southern Army is organizing the final charge. Under the rain, there are explosions gathering under the golden light and shadow, leaving their final silhouettes. The knights of the kingdom will finally give the greatest courage in this battle.

They are not even the frontline legions of this ancient country, but they have shown a will that is commensurate with the elite.

Taylor withdrew from the battle.

Iris quits the battle.

The Rorbo's cabin caught fire and then detonated.

The Vawongli crashed.

Northstar felt that the wound under his armour was about to be torn apart. The side of the Yalong sitting on his shoulder was cut by a shrapnel and made a huge opening, and his tail and wings were burnt. The pain was tormenting every inch of his nerves, but he understood that he must not take a step back. The battle between the Templars and Brando and his team was controlling the situation. Before that, they must prevent the Cruzian fleet from covering the fire. On the central position of the Princess Army.

But the Southern Legion has done its best.

Without reinforcements, it seems as if the victory or defeat is remote. Although the northern coalition forces on the ground are slowly retreating, but the boundless meteors of the Temple of Fire above the sky outline a nightmare scene in the rain curtain.

There was a row of crisp sounds in my ears.

It was a volley by the gunner on the deck of the Pelan artillery, and Nosda felt a great hit on his chest, but he grabbed the reins firmly. Several other comrades fell from the air on one side.

"I tried my best."

He looked up, as if hoping to see the bright light of the ring of trade winds. But the storm obscured the entire offshore Ampelsel. The sky and the ground are all together, and there is darkness under the clouds, and the sun can hardly penetrate through the dark clouds.

There is no light in the darkness.

Northstar narrowed his eyes.

suddenly--

There seemed to be a flash of light in the darkness in the distance. Suddenly, a hole appeared in Peel's already weakened magical shield, and a blaze of fire lit up on the Cruzian's flagship.

Explosions, flames, and cracked wooden blocks rose from the deck.

"It's shelling!"

Northstar seemed to hit a spirit and woke up. How could there be shelling? Could it be the Cruz's accidental injury? No, he suddenly remembered the flash of light.

He turned back stiffly.

...

The Cruzs didn't seem to believe they had been attacked.

But Konolia's Second Fleet was indeed being hit by unexpected artillery fire from the flanks, and bright exploding fires staggered in the sky.

The first round was fired on seven frigates flanking. Especially the most marginal Bailasuo, due to lack of alert, shelling was almost absorbed by the side armor, the entire battleship disintegrated in mid-air and turned into a gorgeous firework.

The shelling continues.

An unfamiliar fleet was being inserted directly into the battlefield from the direction of St. White Bay, and fierce artillery fire whistled out of the fleet, covering the entire flanks of the Konolia Second Fleet like a storm.

The Cruzs lost nearly a tenth of the ships in an instant.

The huge fleet tried to make a clumsy U-turn, and they seemed to finally realize who their opponents were. It was indeed a fleet that was not inferior to them. The Elunes bought these battleships from the wind elves. Within twenty years, they spent countless manpower and resources to build the fleet.

This can be said to be the only army in this ancient kingdom that has the flavor of this era.

Alluin Royal Fleet is slowly moving forward between the clouds.

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