messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 9 In the story of sword and magic, there will always be an old magician

In front of the royal city of Plann, Reinhardt's army arrived at the siege position, and slowly stopped, and the smoke and dust brought by the march gradually subsided.

Under the scorching sun of the cold winter, the battlefield fell into a short period of tranquility, just like the calm before the storm, the quiet night before the storm contained the raging waves and torrential rain that were about to erupt.

In silence, the armies of the two kingdoms stared at each other for a long time.

"Your Majesty." Roland leaned over the carriage and whispered to Hillman in the carriage.

"The preparations are complete, do you want to attack the city?"

Hillman looked at Roland with a smile and nodded slightly.

"let's start."

"Yes." Roland replied, straightened up, rode on the horse, and drew a long sword from his waist.Although her own weapon is a giant sword, such a weapon obviously cannot be used on horseback.

In Roland's hand, the long sword was raised high, reflecting the light in the sky, emitting a dazzling brilliance.

Soldiers in Reinhardt's army raised their spears and shields and pointed forward.

On the city wall, the army of the Plainn Kingdom also drew their longbows, aiming their arrows at the sky.

"The whole army!!"

Roland, who was wearing silver-red armor on horseback, let out a high-pitched and resounding roar, and a brilliance flashed over the blade she held high, and fell with the blade.

"Attack!"

"Woo—————————"

The sound of the horn that had already subsided sounded again, but this time it was more dull and dignified than any previous one, as if a heavy hammer was hitting the hearts of everyone on the battlefield, making people's blood spurt.

"Stab!" Roland's long sword pierced the air, making a piercing tearing sound. The blade reflected the entire battlefield. She sat on the horse and roared loudly.

"May the glory of the king last forever!!!!"

The tranquility of the battlefield is like a piece of water, which is easily smashed and smashed.

"May the glory of the king last forever!!!!"

Roaring, Reinhardt's soldiers raised their spears and shields and rushed towards the royal city of Prann.

The siege engine roared into motion, crushing gravel and gravel, and slammed into the city wall with an irresistible momentum.

Catapults threw huge boulders high into the sky, and the kingdom's mages gathered together to chant spells.

On the city wall of Plainn, the archer also let go of the bowstring in his hand.

There was a dense sound of piercing through the air, and the rain of arrows fell towards the soldiers who were besieging the city like a torrential rain.

The magician waved his staff and shot fireballs and ice bullets at the soldiers who wanted to climb the city wall.

From absolute tranquility to absolute riot, it only takes a moment for a place like the battlefield.

Corpses fell one after another, and blood flowed on the ground. Beside the corpses, the people behind stepped on the blood and continued to rush forward.

Sitting on the carriage for the first time, looking outside.

In her line of sight, the entire battlefield is filled with black mist, which is the so-called evil, and there is so much evil in this place that it is almost overflowing.

These "evil" flowed from the eyes, mouth, nose and ears of everyone on the battlefield, covering their bodies, making them look horrible and lifeless.

Just like the people in the wilderness of the apostles.

Similarly, in such a place, Chu's ability will be maximized, and the "evil" here is too abundant, which means that the "evil" she consumes can be replenished immediately.It can be said that she is unkillable in such a place.

Chu lowered his head, looked at his hands, and then at Hillman beside him.

She was waiting for an order from Hillman, an order that would allow her to enter the battlefield.

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The highest point of the city wall of Plainn.

The old man in the mage's robe stood there, his staff was slowly lowered, and the light silver gem on the staff was facing the direction of the center of Reinhardt's army, facing the golden-red carriage, facing the carriage, the head Queen in a crown.

There was a great distance between him and the queen, but across the space, he could see clearly that in the midst of this terrible war, the queen still had a flat smile on her face.

Plann, I will never submit to a tyrant like you.

The old man held the staff, his old palms were tightly clenched, and his withered lips were slightly parted.

"The law of space has its own rules."

His pupils became pale, and in his eyes, the world lit up and turned into a silvery white, while countless things and people became dots of light one after another.

He stood in the silver-white world, surrounded by light spots, as if he was in charge of everything.

His face seemed to be a little older, and he opened his hands, and the silver-gray robe on his body was windless and automatic.

"It's as if the world has its own rules."

The silver-white world was full of light, and the dots of light surrounding the old man disappeared one by one, leaving only the last dot of light in the distance, which represented the queen.

"I play by the rules."

The old man's pale pupils were empty and lifeless. He was in the palm of a thin hand, and he tapped lightly on the spot of light.

"Through her, silver light."

As his old voice fell, a silvery-white light appeared on King Plainn City.

This sudden light stunned everyone.

not good.

Standing in the carriage, Roland's pupils shrank, and she felt a emptiness and emptiness in that beam of light, which belonged to only one person on this continent, the saint of Plann.

The sage of space, Hubert.

At this time, the light beam was aimed at none other than Hillman on the king's carriage.

How could it be possible to launch space magic in such a far away place.

Even though she had doubts, Roland didn't have time to think about it. She immediately stopped her long sword in front of the carriage.

"Your Majesty, please step back!"

But it was too late, the characteristics of space magic were unpredictable speed and almost irresistible attack methods.

Sudden space magic is enough to kill anyone without preparation.

On King Plainn City, that silver-white light beam shot out.

Hubert, the old man who cast the spell, dragged his old body back a step.

He clutched his chest, coughed muffledly, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The casting distance of the magic of Space Penetration was not so far, but he forcibly used his vitality to launch this ultra-long-distance space magic, just to kill Hillman in one fell swoop.

He was confident that even if the female sword Saint Laurent was by Hillman's side, it would be impossible to block his attack.

This is space magic, no one can stop it, and it will only work on Hillman.

Thinking, he raised his tired eyes and looked at the end of the silver-white light beam.

The time has come, for all the crimes you have committed in Plann, there has been a trial, Reinhard von Hillmann.

(End of this chapter)