“There must be opportunities.” Insidolon loudly said.
“Is there a chance?” Brando pulled the reins and asked back on the horseback.
Medissa stunned.
“What happened to you, Medissa?”
“No. Nothing.” Medisa’s face was a bit strange: “Lord Thane. What are you going to do?”
“There is another chance.”
Brando squinted and replied: “If I can curb Crystalline’s a legion offensive, Insidolon, Medissa, can you find an opportunity?”
“What do you say, Mr. Brando?” Adeni loudly questioned: “We can’t do that.”
“It’s not us, it’s me,” Brando turned back and asked him seriously: “What will happen?”
Everyone was shocked.
Blanc swallowed a spit. Answered: “If you die, Psionic draws a new force…”
“Psionic took out a new force,” Medissa suddenly reacted at this time. Some of her inexplicable rays of light flashed in her silver scorpion: “Lord Thane, if you can, we can get this.” The victory of the war.”
“Medissa?”
“Lord Thane, please hand over the command of the battlefield to Mr. Insidolon, I believe he can do it well.” Medissa replied firmly.
Brando looked at the Silver Elf Little Princess.
The two eyes meet, as if the heart is in the spirit.
“Take it to you.”
“Miss Delphine.”
Delphine raises head looking at him.
“protect yourself.”
Prime minister’s daughter A slight glimpse of the inexplicable rays of light.
Brando turned and held Ordefeiss. Back to them said: “Mr. Insidolon, don’t let us down.”
He clamped the horse’s belly and let the horses sitting down accelerate in a small step. The body leaned forward and rushed toward the center of the battlefield.
“Lord Count!” Insidolon looked at the back of the opponent incredulously. He muttered: “You really make me look good…”
“Mr. Insidolon,” Medissa reminded him.
“Miss Mississa,” Insidolon knew that the Silver Elf Little Princess was the confidant of the former, and he turned around. Seriously said to the other party: “The next step is to hope for a happy cooperation, we will fight side by side.”
“No,” Little Princess shook his head, lightly smiled: “This is your war, Mr. Insidolon, it doesn’t belong to me.”
The future Black Lord of Madara suddenly caught it.
The pale Undead Army, the dark land, the purple crystal ocean, the three colors intertwined on the earth beneath the sky, slowly approaching, the lance is discharging in a row, the undead soldiers are not afraid, the eyes are deep and beating Only the flame that desires eternal death.
Lightning travels through the clouds, and the meteorites are dragging long tail flames and falling from distant horizons.
But between the two distinct colors, there was a human Knight at this moment.
One person, one ride, a long sword shining on golden splendour, inserted between the wave of the Undead Army and Crystalline.
“Who is that?”
Undead Thane were in a panic, and the panic voice came one after another.
The dark scorpion reflected the silhouette standing on the horse’s back, and the wind blew his long hair and danced openly.
She licked her lips, and in her pale hands clasped Mercury Staff, brief remark.
She recognized the man.
Everything in that oracles
Brando tightened the bridle rope.
He turned the horse’s head and stopped between the Undead Army and the rushing Crystalline, behind a row of undead heavy infantry who were being attacked by locusts, and countless Lich and Necromancer looked at the scene at a loss.
Why is there a human being here?
He is here What are you doing?
He’s crazy?
However, Brando is facing them.
In his eyes, there is a purple line on the horizon in front of it, covering the entire battlefield, and it is becoming more and more clear. In the torrent, there is a monster of baring fangs and brandishing claws, tens of thousands, number In the case of hundred thousand.
He also wants to ask if he is crazy, but he has a clear voice in his heart to tell him that he can do it.
Because of his body, Laws’ voice is resonance, that is Time, Space, the power of the whole World, they are intertwined with each other.
That is the power of existence
The power of the elemental orb has been completely resonance.
Brando raised his hand.
A continuous silver network suddenly appeared above the clouds, which spread from front to back and spread across the battlefield.
Everyone was shocked at the head of the mines, and this bright network was reflected in the eyes:
“The power of Sage!”
砰a light sound.
Mercury Staff is on the high platform.
……
(ps: No., ask for the next month’s ticket, you.)
The cold wind is like a line, passing through the battlefield. The gravel is like a soot, and it passes through the dark ground. The collar flower in front of the Count coat swings in one direction, and one hand holds it down and squares it. Novel Chinese iqi.
The purple chalcedony button reflects a thin line on the horizon. The Brando stands like a straight spear on the horse’s back, facing all this. The earthquake rang and the tiny stone tablet panned on the solid ground.
The rays of light in the sky gradually dimmed, and the setting sun burned, emitting the last lingering heat.
A silver network extends from the clouds behind him, across the top of his head, extending forward, and the silver’s light pulse steps forward, connected to each other, a grid of grids, sparkling.
The wind blew his long hair, the dark brown hair swept over his cheeks, and the singularity of Brando’s expression was as quiet as listening to a long song.
That song, like a long wind, crossed the battlefield, with countless ideals, countless memories.
Millions of voices, overlapping each other; thousands of Will, gathered together.
The clouds are on the battlefield.
The illusory Knights stopped, their ambiguous faces seemed to have a gaze, watching one end of the battlefield.
In the corners of the battlefield, twenty-seven princes wearing laurels returned to their heads on horseback. They held long swords in their hands, but they turned their eyes in one direction.
Lion Heart Holy Sword shines.
Seven hundred and eighty years ago, a Knight team arrived in today’s Ashes Valley.
A man said in front of Knights:
“I swear by my sword, Aouine will carry glory and sweep away all oppression and injustice. My people, my subjects, will follow the path of the sages and walk along this path. If one day, glory will abandon us. Go, this sword will no longer shelter this country.”
One thousand six hundred years ago. A flag rises above the battlefields of the Great Plains, reflecting the dawn of the day.
“So why do we fight? Knights, Kirrlutzian, my brothers are fighting for victory. For the future, for tomorrow, for our descendant, no longer living under the shadow of Miirna’s. What we need is not alms. Men, tell Me, what do we need?”
The king of the Blade of Golden Flame is listening to the ear.
The wind is blowing through the clouds.
The migratory bird opened its wings and made a sound of hua hua.
990 years ago, Mist Elf founded the country in the supreme court.
“This piece of everlasting forest has been our kingdom since then. Elves, we are tens of thousands of people, in order to find this permanent place, we are here for a new life. Sleep here, no war after that.” ”
Before the era, two great Wills met on top of the cloud summit.
“Twilight, this time is different, and the future will no longer belong to you and us.”
Knight lifted the long spear and issued an oath, a little azure light above the sky, such as Xia.
Then there are thousands of absolutely sounds, noisy. Resounding in his mind: