Pillars of Ita

The Unicorn Riders are attacking again.

The female knight ordered them to open a passage for Fang He's group. Although Fang He thought that such a big fight was not necessary, he took back his opinion after seeing the situation on the battlefield.

The gray creatures are almost endless. If they could cut a hole in their front, it would be helpful for their next actions, at least it would save a lot of effort.

Less than a hundred elven cavalrymen were charging straight through the gray sea of ​​trees.

Most of them were unicorn girls, born in famous families, and naturally different from the elves born in Silverwind Harbor like Meryl and Elroya. These girls wore silver-gray mithril helmets, and the patterns on the silver helmets covered their beautiful faces, leaving only cold eyes in the observation holes.

The Silver Helmets have fallen into their current state, but the elves are immortal after all, and the Sons of Light still maintain their martial traditions.

But today, the Sons of Light no longer know why they are fighting.

Eloya beside Merrill looked at these unicorn knights with some envy. Most of the unicorn cavalrymen leading the Sons of Light were selected from real unicorn girls, but it was obvious that it was not their turn.

"There's nothing to envy about that," Argen said. "In my opinion, they are not necessarily better than you."

"Of course they are not as good as Meryl." Ailuoya said, "But so what? Except for Her Royal Highness the Princess, no one else will even look at us."

Merrill shook her head. She had nothing to envy about these unicorn girls. Those noble girls had practiced martial arts since childhood, while she was just the daughter of a craftsman.

Her greatest wish is to follow Her Royal Highness the Princess and protect the sacred tree.

The handsome unicorn leaped up and trampled over the rotten tree men. Its silver-maned hooves tore apart the vines. The girl riding on it raised the scimitar made of elven metal in her hand, and the blade swept across the heads of these corrupt creatures like a mirror.

She jumped off her horse and looked in this direction. She was not looking at Argen and the others, but at the gray creatures not far away who were regrouping.

The tall giant tree elders appeared on the battlefield again, as if under an invisible command, they formed a tree wall again, blocking the way of the unicorn cavalry.

But this time, what greeted them was a round of sword light.

The sword light slashed out from the side of Ian and others - Daliel threw the giant sword in his hand nearly a hundred meters away, and the rotating blade pierced through the gray creature, like a silver light cutting through the battlefield.

The silver light was like a straight line, splitting the tree wall that ran across the battlefield into two, and the light passed through the giant tree.

It was as if time was frozen, and it was delayed for a moment - where the line passed, a deep gully was pressed out with a loud bang, and all the gray creatures passing by the gully were reduced to ashes.

Ian almost had the illusion that the battlefield paused for a moment. He looked back in amazement, only to see Miss Catman retracting the greatsword in her hand.

The phantom on the side was performing almost the same action, except that the sword was no longer in his hand.

“Follow me,” Taliel said. “The riders of the Sons of Light will open a path for us.”

Forest Praise opened his mouth, but after looking at the hole in the tree wall, he could only remain silent.

Aljan on the side was comparing the size of the hole with some excitement. He was looking at Miss Catman with admiration. She was also a Chosen One, and her level was considered top among the young elites of the Twelve Color Iris.

"What's that move?"

He couldn't help asking. Great swordsmen are always accompanied by their swords, and the Templar Knights of Shadow Tree Temple are no exception. Few people would throw their weapons out on the battlefield. After all, they are not short swordsmen.

But he saw clearly just now that Daliel did not throw his own sword, but created an illusion beside him, and it was the illusion that actually threw the sword.

Magic such as illusions and mirror images are not uncommon in Attalia, but such abilities are usually greatly reduced in power. The previous attack almost penetrated everything within three hundred feet, and he could not help but think that the power was reduced.

Otherwise, the one in front of him would not be a Templar of the Shadow Temple, but a Dragon Knight.

"A secret," Daryl replied. "You will know once you join us."

Aljean smiled awkwardly, "You guys don't think highly of me."

Daryl glanced at him.

The requirements for recruiting members for the Second Group were obviously not that strict, but anyone could see that this boy was completely focused on the elf unicorn girl, and he had no intention of leaving the Temple of Nature.

The female commander not far away was also speculating on the origin of this ability. The Shadow Tree Temple was not unfamiliar to her, and could even be said to be closely related.

But the ascetics there obviously don't know such magic.

"New abilities?" She turned around. "Or does the Shadow Tree Temple have reservations about the Elven Court?"

"The followers of the twin goddesses have always been mysterious," her chief warlock shook his head, "and the power of the twins has never been in the hands of the Elven Court. Even the Holy Forest knows very little about them."

"But it is also possible that these skills were developed by the Chosen Ones themselves." The female knight whispered.

But she herself didn't quite trust this speculation.

To this day, although new abilities and paths have been developed for different professions, the Chosen Ones are still stuck in the same old rut.

The ability of that clone seems to be closer to the power of the star source, unless it is a dragon knight.

However, the commander did not see the Siren construct summoned by Daliel. She was waving her hand to let the construct not far away decompose back into the information crystal, while feeling the ether reserves in her magic furnace.

Although constructs have their own sources of magic power, energy-intensive constructs like Siren Constructs still rely on their own magic furnaces for supply. Creation techniques are almost a reconstruction of reality, and the power created from the material world will restore their abilities almost one-to-one.

But there is always a price to pay for every gain, and the corresponding price is equivalent to carrying a portable black hole - a black hole that devours magic power and ether.

However, her attack just now was not more strenuous than the one when she fought against the Silver Rank. It was even easier. There were still more than two-thirds of the ether reserves in the magic furnace. Besides, she had three energy storage crystals to use.

However, energy storage crystals can only be charged slowly, so it is best not to use them if possible.

But Daryl knew in his heart that the real challenge was still ahead. Miss Catman picked up the communication crystal hanging on her collar like a pendant with her claws and said in a slightly hoarse tone:
"Alissa, where are you?"

"I'm in front of you," Miss Nightingale's cold voice came from the crystal, "Be careful, there's a big guy."

"Champion of Disaster?"

Daryl looked up and actually saw the huge shadow looming in the forest, moving forward like a mountain.

Although it had not yet completely walked out of the diffuse gray fog, swarms of insects had already flown out of the fog, and the air was filled with a shrill buzzing sound.

Miss Catman swung her sword, cutting one of the insects in half and dropping it to the ground. Its body immediately turned into a wisp of gray smoke.

"The people from the second group can't deal with it," Daryl looked back at the members behind him, "Follow closely, I can't protect you if you are too far away."

"Miss Daryl," Arjan said, "We don't need your protection. You go deal with that big guy, and we can help you clean up some enemies in the corners."

"Okay," Daryl nodded, "Then you will go and meet Miss May later."

She raised her head and looked in that direction, trying to find another direction to launch an attack.

At this moment, Fang He's voice with a little noise came from the communication crystal:

"May is on your side."

The sound was noisy and intermittent, proving that the latter was far away from them. With the crystal network failing, the team's communication had almost reached its limit.

Fang He sent them a coordinate.

Daryl and Elisa, who was hiding in the shadows of the forest, looked in that direction together, and saw a silver drizzle falling on the battlefield.

Silver light like rain was falling from the night sky. They gathered together into one point and bloomed from the center. The intertwined arrows of light shot out in all directions, piercing through the layers of gray creatures in an instant.

The gray creature retreated, revealing the knight lady in the center. May was holding a large shield that had just been replaced. There was nothing eye-catching on the shield, but the interweaving rain of light formed a shimmering hexagonal force field on it.

This force field gathered behind her like wings, then spread out horizontally to the left and right of the entire battlefield, pulling open a giant curtain nearly a thousand feet long, protecting everyone behind it.

A swarm of insects were fluttering on it, the light wings were vibrating, and the insects were turning into wisps of light smoke and disappearing.

The wings fell from the light curtain and landed on May, immediately making the knight lady shine brightly.

It was like a scorching sun rising in the darkness, illuminating every corner of the battlefield.

And behind the lady knight were the elf cavalrymen who were also blessed.

The unicorn girls' silver armors shone with divine light, and the scimitars in their hands were gradually transformed into spears. They swirled behind May like a torrent and turned back to the direction of the gray tide.

Mei thrust the halberd into the ground with her backhand, looked back, then drew her sword and shouted firmly: "The blazing sun of Osokai is with you today!"

The elf cavalrymen turned around, looked in this direction with shining eyes, and responded in unison:
"Long live the Lord of the Sun, the guardian of all saints, all lights and all orders!"

"Long live the Holy Alliance!"

They are the descendants of light, knights who walk in light. The first generation of Tirian elves swore that darkness will not retreat and light will not cease.

The Elf King Quevenlar fulfilled his promise. After shooting down the Verdant, he led the Sons of Light back to his hometown.

The cheers were like thunder and waves, sweeping across the battlefield, causing everyone to look sideways.

The elven guards holding spears had no idea what was happening on their flanks and looked in that direction involuntarily. Just like the light that swept away all evil in the darkness, the cavalry leading the Son of Light were charging under the reflection of this light.

As if after many centuries, the Holy Alliance has returned.

A faint light was reflected on the elven visor, and the same light was reflected in the eyes of the elven female knight, flickering slightly. Her gaze seemed to have traveled through 1,400 years and she saw again the Sons of Light charging under the leadership of Quvenlar.

She was a little surprised at first, but then couldn't help laughing. It was a smile that was different from any that Fang He had seen before and had a deeper meaning.

The guardians of the Mirran temple had never returned to her while she was in Lothal, but this was different.

6◇9◇Book◇Bar

There are three emblems printed on the elves’ flag, representing three different kinds of protection.

There is Telaka, the Holy Order of Nature, Osokai, the Holy White Sun, and finally Mara, the Guardian of Life.

After the Elf King led the Sons of Light and parted ways with the Oshurs, the master of philosophy and contemplation no longer cast his eyes on them, and a rift gradually developed between the Silver Helmet Guards and their former friends who had fought side by side.

The White-Maned Holy King Osokai led the people of the wilderness to leave the center of civilization and go into the wilderness to guard the secrets. He also sealed the Dragon Queen Alessa underground under the Twelve Pillars.

The comradeship of the past no longer exists.

Since the end of the Dragon War, the Oathkeepers have fallen apart, the goblins have blocked the mountains with fog, and the halls where heroes laughed and talked have become silent.

Some people left, some people died, and from then on, year after year, day after day.

In the end, only three goddesses remained in the holy alliance: Aimaya, Mirella, and Marlan, and the Lady of Life was close to the other two.

In addition, there is another person hidden behind the scenes, watching the world with a smiling eye, calculating the gains and losses on the scale.

The war is over.

Now the war is back.

Just like the dazzling sun rising in the night sky.

"It's the ancient knight of Osoke," the female knight said in a calm voice, "The oath of the Holy White Mane has returned."

"It was only a Chosen One, ma'am," the Chief Warlock whispered, shaking his head.

"That's different," Melfina turned around. That was her real name, with a surname, Kuiya Miaoxing. "Do you know who she is?"

"She is Leia's student. Fromi's 'Flame' has almost chosen her to be the next successor. The Grand Master is very picky, and ordinary people would never be in his eyes."

"The Mirraguard chose a Chosen One as their successor?"

"What's the matter?" The Elf Princess brushed her long hair under the helmet with her hand, and the soft silver braids flowed from her hand like water. "Didn't King Corin marry a Chosen One as his queen? Times have changed, Durin."

As she spoke, the elven cavalry were breaking through the ray of light.

The flying mane and hooves of the unicorn were like breaking through a wall. The hexagonal light rain on the wall shattered into pieces, protecting everyone like wings.

Mei also flew up, and a dragon appeared from the void, flying out from the thick smoke. It had a bloody mouth and golden eyes.

It spread its wings, and thick black flames appeared under its wings.

May looked at the dragon in amazement, grabbed its dorsal spines, and landed steadily on its back. She looked back and saw the naturalist pushing her glasses up. The Book of Life was floating in front of her and nodded slightly in that direction.

"The last of the dark dragons, Nicol Bolas."

Melfina couldn't help but laugh. "This name is actually no longer worthy of its name. The guardian of Fenris has now defected, and all the states of Corin-Ishurian are looking for it."

Her eyes fell on Fang He again. "My sister has seen these people. The girl has always been simple, but the person she met this time is not simple. Fortunately, Master Ailin recognized him."

The Chief Warlock looked at her without saying a word.

"Okay, I understand, Durin," the female knight returned to her own identity, "I am now a member of the Sons of Light, we are warriors, let's not talk about this now."

"Perhaps we won't be able to return to the Elf Court. Father has always protected Lian very well, but she is not fit to be a king. A king must bear responsibility."

Her chief of staff remained silent and said nothing.

But the female knight no longer cared about this. She was watching everything that happened on the battlefield with admiration, as if she had turned back into the gentle and elegant lady that Fang He had seen.

The Unicorn Knights were charging under the leadership of the Dragon Witch, and their real leader was May who was riding on the dragon's back. The Knight grabbed the dragon's dorsal spines with her hands, turned it sideways, and plowed the ground with the halberd in her hand, as if she had opened a passage in the gray ocean.

Then the giant dragon with golden flames flashing in its eyes added a dark flame, and golden sparks from the flame fell to the ground, like embers falling into dust, immediately causing an endless fire.

The fire swept everything and engulfed everything.

Then, the Unicorn Cavalry, wrapped in a ball of silver light, stepped on the ashes and charged into the enemy camp, like a silver blade, separating all the enemies they encountered.

In order to prevent accidental injuries, the elven archers on the high ramparts had stopped shooting, and even the craftsmen of the Chosen Ones had crowded onto the top of the wall, watching the scene intently.

The three holy emblems glowed brightly, as if the Mortal Alliance from ten centuries ago had returned once again.

Even the traitors were watching this scene from afar. Those who were communicating with them behind the scenes might be more familiar with this scene, but they were merely the Chosen Ones.

"Quite handsome." One of them couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"Let's go," said the leader, "we can go and do our own things."

The others took one last look at the battlefield and nodded.

The channel opened.

"The passage is open!"

Even if the Night Walker craftsmen could not understand the battle situation, they could see that the Sons of Light had the upper hand at this moment, starting from the moment those air combat constructs entered the field.

They couldn't help but cheer. After all, no one wanted to win, and no one wanted to die on the battlefield for no reason.

People couldn't help but look in that direction.

Those people on the walls who changed everything.

There, Fang He was pulling his coat tightly, his eyes fixed on the fog in front of him, where a huge monster was breaking out of the fog.

He didn't care about anything else and just raised his right hand. The magic power of ether seemed to gather in the area between the index finger and thumb of his magic glove, and then he gently clenched it.

A bright flame fell from the clouds.

Like a blazing fire, like a meteor breaking through the clouds, drawing a golden line, cutting straight through the night sky, and hitting the head of the giant monster.

The bright flames spread out, illuminating every eye on the battlefield.

then.

Six wings of flowing golden flames spread out in the flames, and a tall figure appeared above the head of the Disaster Champion.

"Nini," Fang He called out softly, "I leave it to you!"

"Leave it to Nini," the childish voice shouted excitedly, "Papa!"

...(End of chapter)