Chapter 295: Guardian
After the disbelief, a sense of urgency rose in Lin Qi's heart.
The trouble did not go away, He only solved one problem but created more.
It is true that purification is of vital importance to this land, but the number of Peering Remains is outnumbered by the number of Chaos Lords.
The only thing to be thankful for is that they don't have an army as large as the Chaos Legion.
No, maybe there is, but the Legion of the Dead has never been known for its quality.
Lynch did not leave immediately. He hid in the darkness, avoiding the eyes of mortals, and waited quietly for the arrival of the archmage.
They have to ask for help from the Empire, or even better, from all the kingdoms in the Old World that can still provide troops. They are in big trouble.
Fortunately, unlike the sudden chaos storm, this time they had time to gather their troops.
The long-lasting sound of gunfire in the Eastern Province fell into an eerie silence, as nearly half of the enemies of the Griffin Legion were turned into scorched earth.
In the Southern Legion, Ashekle, who was about to turn against the Tsar and stab her in the back, stared blankly at the charred corpse on the chariot that was being blown away by the wind.
It was previously known as Katrine, the Bloody Tsar.
Similar charred corpses occupied a small half of the Southern Legion. Ashekle did not expect that half of the boyars would choose to become vampires.
The commander of the shooting army hesitated for a moment, but finally pulled the trigger at the charred corpse that turned to ashes, and fired the bullet fiercely into the empty darkness.
The torches held high by the soldiers could not allow them to see the entire battle situation. When the shooting corps in the center of the southern army shouted "Clear out the usurper Catherine" and pointed their muskets at the winged cavalry, the leaderless soldiers finally chose to give up resistance.
Except for the first half, the second half had already been anticipated by the omniscient gods.
But the most crucial thing is the first half, Ashekle failed to wait until Catherine and Vladimir Boha died together.
It is obvious that a traitor who turns against his own side in the face of battle is not as prestigious as a righteous man who wakes up in times of danger and returns to the right path.
There are now two candidates for the throne, and Ashekele is at a disadvantage.
While the soldiers were detaining the prisoners, the legion commander took out the crystal mirror from his sweater pocket with trembling hands, but the crystal mirror had lost its magic and was nothing but abnormally hot.
“Damn it!”
The Invisible Island no longer has tens of thousands of prisms; they all disappeared just now.
The dolls that the Mirror God had treasured for a long time took the opportunity to escape. What was even more fatal was that it no longer had the medium to influence the world.
Even the Lord of Change no longer has the confidence to strategize.
The mirror god's feathers were burned clean.
Messengers made of shadows quickly shuttled through the shadows of the old world, delivering the letters wrapped in them to various places.
Altdorf, the empire's current "Supreme Grand Master" Volan, with the help of the white magic wind and the enhancement of his magic power by the "Staff of Volan", immediately discovered the uninvited messenger.
When he discovered that its magic was constructed like that of an acquaintance, Volan did not intercept it, but allowed it to accomplish its mission and disappear into the real world.
The chief wizard of the Imperial Magic Academy opened the letter from afar with his hands made of light.
With just a glance, Yan Su climbed onto the face of the empire's most powerful spellcaster.
In the forest of Laurenlorn, in the Sun Region, the elven city called Tor Litanel has become one with nature in harmony.
The towers of Asur are covered in vines and mosses, and like their present inhabitants, the forest has absorbed some of the beauty of the ancient elven kingdom.
Prince Pearl Litanel urgently convened the High Council of the Kingdom of Enil. No elf would disagree with him on this issue, not even his great-granddaughter, Queen Marest.
He is almost dying of old age, and this is the last big thing he has to do. After he passes away, this colony, which was created to study the magic force field of the ancient saints, will be completely taken over by a new generation of elves.
But before that, he had to respond to the voice from Asur for the last time, because he was the prince of Asur, and even if he called himself Ainir now, it could not change this fact.
Of course, if the other party was not a descendant of Aenarion, he would not rush out of the secluded tower.
What comforted the prince was that the elven prince named Teclis did not make a speech targeting his own people. Everyone knew that he was unwilling to participate in the fight within his own people, as it was meaningless.
He would not be an enemy of Prince Malekith, or of the elves who had changed their appearance and called themselves Druzi. They were blood relatives, all elves were blood relatives, and their enemies were the dwarves.
Once this matter is over, the prince, having completely let go of his emotional knot, will be able to calmly step into death and no longer maintain his abnormally long life.
He was too late to answer the Phoenix King Aenarion's call to arms, but seven thousand years later, he made amends.
A huge pupil appeared outside the glass window of the parliament tower, almost scaring away the high council members who were hurriedly walking in.
"Why did you wake me, my friend?"
Even the dragon's whisper could drown out the most intense sound of war drums, and it woke up the sleeping elven city.
No one dares to care about its behavior.
Prince Pearl's old figure made the "Star Dragon" Serkostek close his eyelids. He forgot how long he had slept. When he closed his eyes, the construction of this city had just begun.
It seems that it almost slept until its companion died of old age.
"The children of Aenarion call us to war. The war to protect the world."
The two warriors who failed to go to the battlefield seven thousand years ago are now burning with fighting spirit again. No one can stop them, and this time they will not let any reason force them to be absent.
Karaz-a-Karak, the "High King" Thorgrim the Malicebearer believed that he did not have enough experience to judge the request for help from the elves, so he summoned the long-bearded elders of each clan to discuss the request for help from afar.
Of course, no dwarf wanted to answer the elf's call, but that elf's name was Teclis, and just a dozen years ago, he had fought on the same battlefield as them - the Great Crusade.
Even though they were dissatisfied, they had to send soldiers to repay the rare help from Pointy Ears.
But they could not mobilize many warriors. The number of dwarf warriors to guard the city was far from enough, let alone an expedition team that could be flexibly mobilized?
"Launch a chivalrous expedition!"
The King of Bretonnia does not question the Lady of the Lake's power, nor does he ever intend to.
He was just excited about getting the oracle, and the best part was that the oracle he dreamed of was supported by the Lake Fairy.
The Holy Grail Knights rode their horses to the dukes overnight, carrying letters with the king's personal seal, spreading the news of the impending war.
More importantly, they had to visit the Holy Grail Knights who lived in seclusion along the way and let them all know the decree that came directly from the Goddess.
(End of this chapter)
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