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“No, I am much more fortunate than them, at least for the moment.” Having said that, Roulind’s tone is still with a huge loss. There is nothing better than watching all the hopes that he is striving for. The shatter is even more frustrating.

Needless to say, from the beginning, he was on the wrong path.

But the real man, will not give up because of this setback, as one of the most outstanding figures of the Southern Territory youngster generation, Roulind is only in a short moment of self-blame came back to his senses, he picked up one’s Own sword, stood up against the wall of Valhalla.

“You don’t have to be emotional, Little Mantoro, Time is running out, there is no difference between you and me – I just killed a small Crystalline, and now our record is even.”

“What,” Little Mantoro startled: “Is the situation already bad? I thought we could support it for a while.”

“No, you made a mistake. I mean, your Lord Count may soon be winning this decisive war.”

“Are you crazy, Roulind.”

Little Mantoro was surprised to raise the head, and he couldn’t see the signs of victory on the battlefield.

But Roulind shook his head: “I am not crazy, more than Swordsmanship innate talent, I may be better than you, but to talk about the battlefield, you are still far away, Little Mantoro.”

“I don’t believe you, you don’t have to comfort me,” Little Mantoro replied dissatisfiedly: “At least in this battle, I am ready to take the country.”

“Then you still leave your life until later,” Roulind raises head, watching the sky on the battlefield: “The ‘Swallowburg’ aspect has lost the chance to win.”

In his gaze.

The silver brilliance that symbolizes the Goddess of War is in the midst of the army led by Baron Dahl.

“That is Ms. Andrea!” Little Mantoro lost his voice.

But he immediately saw a more incredible scene.

The little Sasaarland people on the battlefield fell down one after another, falling into the sea of ​​amethyst, never flying again.

How is this going? Small Mantoro stared wide-eyed, full of questions.

A calm voice answered his question:

“Silver Lineage is not really a God’s Son. The Sasaarland apprentice wizard is like a mortal. Before they actually touch the truth and Laws realm, they can’t use the spell to stay on the battlefield for a long time.”

Roulind and Little Mantoro looked back and saw that there was a pair of elf little sisters behind them. The younger sister had a little Fairy on his shoulder, but he was not the Light Spirit who had previously received them in this fortress.

That is a fire Fairy.

“The Magic energy that permeates the entire battlefield disappears, and the Sasaarland people’s fleet withdrew their support, so these poor guys finally have to taste the bitter fruit.”

That fire Fairy – or rather, the Fire Element Fairy family’s Prince Ruth coldly replied.

“Fleet?” Roulind replied thoughtfully.

Little Mantoro is about to ask who this strange little guy is, but it was at this time that a couple of calls, seas roar cheers interrupted his thoughts.

He subconsciously turned back.

At this moment, the two fleets that were still in the sky finally moved.

As if pre-feeling, the ocean of crystal on the battlefield began to stir up, and in the surprised eyes of Little Mantoro, they actually started a retreat.

At that moment, the youngster seemed to realize what it was like. The thought was like a bunch of Thorn of Light breaking through the darkness and shining straight into his heart.

The Sasaarland people have failed.

The battle in the sky, they won.

The Lord Count once again showed his ability to make a miracle.

The army of Twilight lost its absolute air superiority on the battlefield at this moment.

As if to prove his thoughts in general, the army of locusts that had been wrapped around the fortress of Valhalla suddenly flew up and greeted the two fleets in midair.

Above the entire fortress, everyone felt the pressure suddenly and lightly, and the elf shooters who were desperately fighting against the enemy in the air even fell into a state of ignorance.

“Shooting, keep shooting!” Until the frontline Commander’s screams shouted again.

Crystalline’s army is slowly retreating, and the original amethyst sea has broken.

The undissolved red black appears on the scattered smoke, the darkness is the embers left by the explosion, and the dark red is the dry blood clots. Along the horizon, a few long smokes fell to the horizon, and more floating battleships were gathering into a torrent of water – like a glistening fish, moving slowly toward the north.

When they are one by one entering the position, when the side is exposed.

There was a glare of brilliance flashing across the sky.

The sound of the cannon roared above the clouds, and the devastating light poured down like a raindrop. The raindrops directly penetrated the thin army of locusts and projected the Ray of Death on the plain.