Magic Tower Starry Sky

Facing the torment of death threats, people who are not in it cannot experience the kind of fearful pain. The dead silence on the battlefield is not only that the dead can no longer talk, but the living also don't know what to say. a long time.

When there are no more light bombs running around in the sky, no one is running, no one is fleeing, no one is yelling for help hysterically, no one is crying for mercy, it seems that the matter has come to an end.

The curse is over.

The renaissance army, holding their shields to defend, looked out through a few slits; Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess, who was standing at the outermost edge, just stood still without making any defensive moves. Tremblingly, they lowered their shields and looked around blankly. The innumerable fallen corpses in the forest showed how cruel and ruthless the massacre just happened.

"They're still alive."

A soft cry broke the silence. Everyone looked in the direction pointed by the utterer. It was the pursuers who were gnawing at the rear. Most of the people were lying in a pool of blood, but Maier Kohler, who had betrayed the past, and a few others fell to the ground, watching everything happen and end in horror.

This whisper also woke them up. The people headed by Maier Kohler tried to escape from all this. Only some people in the revival army thought of chasing after these ungrateful young men and making them pay for their betrayal. But Mira Salian stopped her and said, "There's no need to chase."

"Your Highness, those traitors deceived us and brought us into an ambush. If you don't punish them, how can you be worthy of the sacrificed comrades." An emotional member of the Revival Army whose companion was also killed in the retreat, resented say.

"They are not important anymore. This account will be settled sooner or later." After speaking, Mira Salian walked away, intending to return to the Tower of the Great Sage. There is the source of the matter, and she must see it with her own eyes.

Some loyal veterans wanted to stop the actions of those they were loyal to, but no matter whether they blocked with their bodies or tried to catch Her Royal Highness, they were all evaded by ingenious movements. In the end, they finally realized that His Highness's strength was far beyond their comprehension.

The two temple warriors, who were just ordinary maids in the eyes of others, followed without hesitation. They are not fledgling little girls, they have also fought **** battles, and they have also faced fatal dangers, but none of them are like today, the kind of irresistible and oppressed aggression.

When they walked out of the woods, the dazzling sunlight blinded everyone walking in the shade for a moment. When the eyes gradually get used to it and the sight is restored, what I see is an unforgettable picture in this life. The open space outside the Tower of the Great Sage was covered with corpses, and the flowing blood gathered into puddles of blood. And that tower, unscathed, stood as it had been for thousands of years.

There are no tragic heroes, no strong men who turn the tide, no loyal people who sacrifice for the Lord, and even... no enemies. All the soldiers and nobles who followed the Marquis of Neumann remained silent in this land forever, without any results. They come and they die.

Even veterans of the battlefield who thought they were used to the cruelty of life and death could not help but ignite raging anger in their hearts when faced with this situation. Who is to blame for such a worthless death?

The dazed crowd noticed that the loyal man was looking up at a certain place. Everyone looked at the gap on the third floor of the magic tower, and the tower owner and her apprentice were standing on the edge.

The two skinny girls clutched the hem of their teacher's clothes, buried their faces in the robes, and couldn't bear to look directly at them. But as the culprit of everything, he seemed to be looking down on the battlefield and admiring his achievements, so arrogant and arrogant.

But in Mira Salian's eyes, it was not like that. She saw that the tower master also had a confused, even remorseful expression. Frowning brows, biting his lower lip, he's not proud of what he's doing. Is it mercy? Or do you still have a trace of human compassion in your heart?

‘White Mist Warrior Commander, I can’t stand that man gloating over his misfortune. I'm going to ask him why he committed such a crime. ’ ‘Go together. '

The eyesight of the two subordinates is not enough to see the expression of the tower master clearly, but they look at things with preconceived ideas. Their sense of justice drove them to act, and without waiting for the reply from the superior, they prepared to cast magic spells, jumped up to the third floor in one breath, and went in front of the tower owner.

The whispered words of God are as sweet as singing. Blue aura circles appeared continuously, from the ankles to the bottom of the knees, the full strength was enough to support them to jump. Just before he bent his knees and was about to jump up, the aura suddenly spread from the calf to the whole body, making the two of them stiff and unable to move at the same time. The nose smells of incense, and there seems to be whispers in the ears.

After a while, the two women regained their freedom of movement, and they looked at the temple warrior commander suspiciously. Could it be that the chief did not agree with his actions, so he cast a magic spell to stop them?

Mira Salian knew about the problems of the two women, so she said first: ‘Do you feel that your strength has increased a little? '

The two women nodded.

‘Did you hear a sound just now? '

Nod again.

‘Congratulations, you have also become the ones who have heard the oracle in person. Your Majesty in the sky, whatever instructions you have conveyed, just follow them and don't question them. '

'Peace. ’ The two women looked at each other and said the same word. Excitement instantly filled their chests, and they immediately knelt on one knee, clasped their fists and prayed. Countless prayers of praise were recited hastily.

Regardless of the devout prayers of the two subordinates, Mira Salian noticed the message from the one in heaven. Does it mean that he is not willing to be an enemy of this tower master?

In the lost world, saints are not invincible. The five-story magic tower guarded by the sanctuary of the law can block gods and kill gods, and demons can block and kill demons. In other words, the combination of a magician and a magic tower may threaten these eternal existences. Of course, it is impossible to truly slaughter the gods, but it can also make these superior existences pay a considerable price.

However, based on his own understanding of that person, Mira Salian should not be afraid of the other party, but the strength displayed by the other party makes him interested, so he has such an attitude.

"Look, there are still people alive."

Someone in the revival army shouted. Without waiting for instructions, everyone swarmed to the person who was suspected to be still alive, only to confirm that the town resident who was **** by five flowers was unharmed. He was just petrified, so he didn't make any movements, but looked blankly at the people around him.

If there is the first person, there may be a second or a third, and everyone immediately scattered to look for survivors. On this battlefield, it was surprisingly easy to find the living. The one with a big hole in the chest must be dead. People who were firmly bound by ropes, or kneeling or lying down, still had a breath.

In the end, when the survivors were gathered together, they were all town residents, and there was no shortage of them.

At this time, no matter how dull people are, they also feel frightened. It is not uncommon for a magician to use forbidden spells, but it is hard to imagine that forbidden spells can distinguish friend from foe.

For a long time, the reason why strategic-level magic has been listed as a forbidden spell is that it is prone to accidental injury. In the magician culture that protects the civilized world as the premise, the biggest reason why it cannot be cast arbitrarily. But if this reason does not exist, anyone who shows hostility to the Tower of the Great Sage will be greeted directly by the tower owner with strategic magic. I believe that not many people will have the courage to continue to attack.

Lin, who returned to the tower, looked at the mirrored energy pool screen in front of the console in the core room. There are the final number of attacks and the number of enemies killed by the light bomb magic circle on it, both of which stay at the number 6831 at the same time.

Originally seeing that the numbers stopped beating, he probably guessed that the enemies were all wiped out. And the number 6831 didn't give him much feeling. That's just a cold number.

He didn't know which muscle was wrong, but he thought of going out to have a look. There is no need to go out of the gate from the first floor, and look directly from the stargazing platform on the third floor. You should be able to see more things from the heights. Without thinking about it, Lin walked towards the observatory, which usually only comes at night.

The two young apprentices had stayed by Lin's side since the beginning of the war, and now they followed out foolishly.

As soon as he stood on the edge without guardrails, Lin regretted it. Do you regret stepping out, or do you regret killing? He didn't understand it himself.

No matter how many Hollywood blockbusters I watch, no matter how realistically they are shot~www.readwn.com~ They are always works of artistic nature, no matter what the director wants to express. But after all, war movies are no better than documentaries. There are no exaggerated expressions, no explosion scenes with sound and light effects, and some are just scenes of reality, so shocking.

I remember that before time travel, many of the documentaries of World War I and World War II had been digitally reproduced in color. Those real scenes are not like the flag-raising scene where a few soldiers gather together and emotionally discuss what to do after the war; there is no tragic charge, and the victory is finally won after countless sacrifices. Looking at those incoherent clips, Lin felt his scalp tingling.

But the documentary is nothing like seeing it with your own eyes. Although I didn’t go down to the battlefield in person, the smell, the bright red, and the sight of dead bodies everywhere I looked was definitely not the real photos taken by some documentaries or some war reporters. You can feel it.

The girls who were originally thought to be two elementary school students have been harmed by him to the point that they have become hard-hearted, and they can kill animals and goblins without hesitation. But from the moment they hid their faces and sobbed secretly, and their shoulders twitched slightly, Lin knew that they hadn't lost the kindness in their nature.

I originally thought that after traveling to the Lost World, in order to survive, let a fat house that only beat cockroaches and mosquitoes be able to dismember animals without any burden, and kill savages without blinking; even robbers and thieves who are also human beings. Humanoid blood was also stained on hands.

But after experiencing a real battlefield, I realized that I was still too naive, and I still thought from the bottom of my heart—although I didn’t say it out loud—that I, who traveled from the earth, was superior to others.

In fact, he is an insignificant person, this is the case on the earth, the same is true in the lost world, and it is even more so in the face of death.