Chapter 355 You Are Surrounded

The wind stopped howling, the wild animals stopped neighing, and everything fell into silence, as if in fear of a flock of crows falling from the sky.

A grotesque figure flapped its jet-black wings, stepped on the falling crows, and looked down at the lizardmen on the ground from the sky.

Its laughter made the beasts on all sides laugh as well. The horrible suppressed screams surrounded the poor man in the herd. The prey of the herd had nowhere to escape.

Until a dazzling light burst out.

The crows that fell like raindrops spontaneously combusted into ashes as soon as they stepped into the light. The "dark clouds" were dispersed by the pure light and shattered into smoke all over the sky.

A bright beam of light burst out from the vast halo and shot straight towards the bizarre existence in the sky whose laughter suddenly stopped.

Almost in an instant, the falling crows converged into a line in front of it, but the light beam continued along the black line to its front before disappearing with a lingering feeling.

Before the frightened Beastman Shaman could make any move, beams of light shot up from underground to above the clouds one after another.

Malagor Dark Omen couldn't help but doubt the vampires that had allied with it to fight against the empire. The ghost had not told it that the enemy had such means.

This "Dark Prophet" who spread fear across the Old World had black illusory feathers floating around him. With the help of the rampant magical wind of Sylvania, he summoned a Cyclops in one fell swoop.

The poor blind creature was hit right in the chest by the laser beam, giving its owner a chance of survival.

The sound of flapping wings appeared in the sky again, and in the blink of an eye, another overwhelming flock of crows occupied the clouds.

They blocked out the sky and the earth, and made the Father of Crows retreat safely into the background.

It dared not show up again.

There is no need to show up again. Can't tens of thousands of beastmen deal with a mere lizardman? Idiot.

The Mirror Spirit withdrew his gaze and no longer paid attention to the supplicant from the old world.

It has done its best. At least it has done something practical for the sacrificer instead of directly taking away the other party's sacrifice without giving any power.

Beastmen are never very useful, but they can still play a minor role.

Let them burn, kill and plunder in human borders.

The more chaotic the empire is, the greater the chance that the Mirror God will succeed.

The vast sea of ​​light advanced southward along the Sylvanian Wasteland, slowly and steadily, like an irresistible tsunami.

Just being in the pure light would make the beastmen feel hot all over. The extremely xenophobic purifying light gave them a great sense of oppression on the spiritual level. If they were not still barely considered mortal creatures, they would have already spontaneously combusted like demons.

The timid Hornless were the first to collapse. Like a flock of sheep frightened by a tiger, they mindlessly disrupted the encirclement of the Beastmen and died one after another under the axes of the furious Horned Beasts.

The inferior horned beasts whose horns were not majestic enough also failed to stabilize the morale of the army in the riot. When they found that the horned beasts and great horned beasts who drove them had no time to pay attention, they scattered like sand without hesitation, slickly escaped from the real warriors to the outside of the battlefield, and disappeared into the darkness of Sylvania without looking back.

A herd of animals should be like a pack of wolves. What can stimulate the wolves' desire to hunt should be the old and weak animals. Only in this way can they achieve the most brilliant results and leave the least damage.

Obviously, they have met a tough opponent, and it is difficult for them to be obedient if they are asked to be cannon fodder to consume their energy.

Even if they win the fight, they can't get a piece of meat to eat.

The weak ones who were used to consume the enemy's strength scattered in an instant. In the darkness in the distance, dense crows and screams appeared. It seemed that they failed to reach a safe place.

The majestic horned beast called out the names of the gods and rushed towards the depths of light.

The gods did not protect them.

They can't even get the final payment for their employment, and they can't even rest in peace after death.

After all, they are just a group of ignorant beasts, and it is not decent to deal with them.

Vlad liked these mercenary soldiers very much; they were much more useful than the ogre tribes.

At least the beastmen won't turn against us just because they are hungry.

Their appetites are also much smaller than those of ogres.

Now all we need to do is lay out a few more baits to divert the savage beast.

Mirkavala, Teclis thought about it again and again, and finally gave up trying to contact Ulthuan.

Asur has no more troops left.

He knew this better than anyone else. The war at sea consumed too much of the high elves' strength.

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The glorious hegemony is like a hollow bubble, which has no meaning except to make the ancient empire look more majestic.

What was the point of asking for help now? To get a few more words of encouragement from the Phoenix King? Or did Teclis need to listen to the flattery of the nobles? Even with sufficient forces, the elves on Ulthuan were unwilling to pay much attention to the changes in the outside world, let alone now that they were busy with their own affairs.

They never realized the mistakes in their concepts. Which elf would admit that they were not perfect? ​​The only good thing was that Druzy would not come to cause trouble. They were also busy with their own affairs.

Teclis thought sarcastically, putting his quill aside and no longer organizing his thoughts.

Where are the friends? Maybe they can only do their best.

At least the temple has a legion of lizardmen. Those sturdy and cold-blooded creatures are powerful, but not all of them are as reliable as Lynch.

He had never seen his lizardmen companions show signs of fatigue on their quest for the Holy One. No test, no matter how great, could defeat the team. However, Teclis had seen too many Thoros warriors lying on the ground and dying in battle.

Maybe the Lizardmen should be allowed to come back, but the changes in the empire were equally crucial. Even though he was an elf, he knew that Kislev had always relied on the Sigmar Empire for its survival.

Once the Empire falls, Kislev will enter the countdown to its death, the neighboring countries of the Empire will all fall one after another, and the entire Old World will become a death place ravaged by Chaos.

Even if he put aside his pride and prejudice and acknowledged the firmness and strength of the human empire, Teclis would not have any hope for it.

The enemy they face is by no means just a Chaos warlord or a brainless Orc warrior. There are too many evil beings coveting the gods, and they are so powerful that they can suffocate anyone who knows about it.

Until now, Teclis was still not sure who the Chaos Mages were who had repeatedly tried to break through his magical blockade.

He knew long ago that there were not many spellcasters in the world who could compete with him on the magical level.

When a spellcaster as powerful as him gives up his bottom line and moves closer to Ithil regardless of everything, the power he possesses is enough to shake the world.

It doesn't care what the world will become after being transformed by chaos magic. It just wants to use the power of magic without considering the consequences.

The mission of the Elf Grand Mage is to stop the chaos magic from transforming the world.

(End of this chapter)