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"My clan was once the main force in defeating the Dragon Clan. We once enjoyed the glory of an entire era under the leadership of the Titan Clan (the giant's honorific name for the Titans, not the real Clan of Gods)."

"Now that we are in decline, the former little followers are riding on our heads. Of course I don't accept it! There are always people who say that giants are related to the human race. Bah! How can the noble giant be the same family as the human race!"

"Who says it isn't? The Blood Goblins were once the masters of the era, but now they have declined to the point where they rely on those dirty greenskins to maintain their population advantage."

Gruul didn't want to accept this.

Green-skinned goblins are indeed vulgar and despicable, but they are goblins after all. Levi can make a fool of himself, but it will be different if he follows up with an insulting speech.

He sighed, not even in the mood to drink anymore.

Seeing Gruul's depressed look, Levi chuckled and lowered his voice and said, "Count Gruul, do you know why the seventh era was named the Annihilation Era by the gods?"

"Because this is the last era. When the era ends, those who cannot step into the divine realm and cannot be protected by god-level powerful people will be completely annihilated, and no scum will be left."

Thinking of the fate of the giants destined to be annihilated, Gruul became even more depressed.

Levi patted his shoulder, ignoring Gruul's slightly disgusted expression, and whispered:

"What you are talking about is the result, not the cause. There are too many grievances accumulated in this world. The grievances of all ethnic groups have accumulated and will not end until they are settled. They will all be settled in this final era."

"The once all-powerful ethnic groups will return in the Era of Annihilation and clear away their hatred."

Empty the hatred?

Gruul smiled. How can hatred be cleared? It will only accumulate more and more.unless...

His body trembled slightly and he looked at Levi in ​​disbelief.

Levi chuckled and said calmly: "Yes, powerful races will come to the final stage to completely settle their hatred. Our race was once the master of the era, and we are all qualified."

"On the final stage, in addition to the winning tribe, there are also gods walking on earth. That is the final grand finale. Gruul, maybe we will have the opportunity to witness all this, maybe not, who knows."

The originally somewhat wretched goblin's eyes flashed with light, and his voice became a little trembling.

Trembling with anticipation.

"The old kings will return, don't be discouraged, we all have a chance!"

Gruul looked at Levi in ​​shock. After confirming that the other party was not drunk and talking nonsense, his whole body trembled slightly with excitement, and his lips trembled even more.

The great Titan clan will actually return to the world?

His breathing was a little heavy, but he already believed it.

The World Tree can be revived, why can’t the Titans come back!

Who said this is the era of the human race?This is clearly an era that belongs to all races!

It’s hard to say who will survive to the next generation!

He laughed loudly, raised his glass, and toasted vigorously to Levi.

The damn goblin is right, this era has just begun, and the future is still long. When the strong men of the Titan Protoss return, the future is destined to belong to the great Titan Protoss!

He glanced at Levi with his peripheral vision, feeling disdainful.

The giants have powerful and glorious leaders of the Titans who can compete with the dragons. What do the goblins have?Even if they recover the goblin technology, the ugly war machines are no match for the great Titans.

Although they are also very strong, they are only worthy of being vassals of the Titans.

Thinking that the arrogant goblin would eventually crawl at his feet in the future, Gruul's face turned rosy and he smiled happily.

But he forgot one thing. The Titan Protoss is very strong. What does it have to do with the Cyclops?

The attitude of the Titan towards the Cyclops is probably like that of a lord looking towards a peasant.

The so-called kinship is just the wishful thinking of the Cyclops.

The Titans never recognized this kin.

Just as Levi and Gruul were drinking each other, Roland slammed the scepter to the ground and said loudly:

"This era belongs to all races, and it belongs even more to the new human beings in the future!"

"Everyone mount up and prepare for battle!"

After Roland personally led the army to eat a small force of several hundred people, he immediately issued a new war declaration.

Woma, who had just become Roland's counselor, asked in shock: "Lord Roland, where do you want to attack?"

"Gruul Castle."

Roland said calmly.

Woma almost fell off his horse. His vision went dark and he almost thought he was hearing something.

"Are you talking about Gruul Castle where both Gruul and Levi are?"

"Correct."

"You're talking about a strong castle defended by at least five thousand soldiers?"

Roland raised his scepter and said calmly: "A castle without a magic defense array is no different from a paper flower basket in front of me."

The image of Agnes sacrificing a scepter and falling from the sky to smash the Locke Chamber of Commerce was still fresh in his memory.

His current frontal attack ability is indeed slightly inferior to that of Agnes, but his scepter is harder and thicker, and the shock wave caused by hitting it is not bad at all.

That is the natal branch of the World Tree!

As long as it is used properly, it is basically equivalent to waving the arm of World Tree and smashing it down.

These clowns are still dreaming of cutting down the world tree, so let him end this dream with his own hands.

Roland was full of confidence, but Woma was worried.

He turned over and jumped off the horse, grabbing Roland's reins, his eyes red with anxiety.

"Lord Roland, you only led two thousand cavalry to attack a strong castle defended by 5000 people and stationed with a large number of war machines. You are simply crazy!"

"To capture the castle, you will need at least ten times the strength. Please think twice."

Although Woma tried his best to stop him, Roland was not angry at all, and was even a little relieved.

Woma is a counselor, so naturally he will do what a counselor should do.

The master is angry and raises troops. As a counselor, if you don't dissuade him, you will be derelict in your duty!

Seeing Woma's anxious eyes, Roland asked kindly, "Mr. Woma, do you think I am someone who suffered a loss because of reckless underestimation of the enemy?"

Woma was stunned, and her anxiety was gone.

Yes, his new boss is not a tough guy like Gruul, but a guy with a reputation as a fraudster.

Seeing that Mr. Advisor's mind had changed, Roland smiled and continued: "Even you don't think that I will raid Gruul Castle, let alone them."

That's the truth, but...

Woma still shook his head and continued to advise:

"Two thousand cavalry is not a small number. The Gruul Province is full of flat wilderness. No matter how hidden it is, it will be discovered. If the number is too small, it will not be able to have a surprise attack."

"Lord Roland, your reverse thinking is very good, but you really can't do it."

"Of course 2000 people can't hide. What if there are two people?"

Woma's eyesight went dark again.

He wanted to re-evaluate Roland. He was definitely a tough guy, and even tougher than Gruul.

Seeing that Woma wanted to dissuade him, Roland calmed down his expression and said coldly:

"Mr. Woma, you lead these 2000 people to continue to hunt lone enemies. If you encounter a small group of less than 500 people, eat them. If there are more people, let them go. Don't fight with the enemy's large forces, and don't be reckless in fighting!"

Woma wanted to complain, the one who is reckless is obviously you, Lord Roland!

But Roland was determined and he could only accept the order.

He loosened the reins and warned in a deep voice: "Lord Roland, don't go to the castle cellar. It's very dangerous there."

Watching Roland and Granny leave, he shook his head helplessly, put away his worries, and led the cavalry towards a small town.

He had to make some noise to help Roland attract firepower.

Of course he knew what Roland was going to do. He took advantage of the banquet held in Gruul Castle, fired a few powerful spells when his defenses were lax, and then waited for the opportunity to cause trouble.

It is not very harmful, but extremely insulting, and it will leave a huge shadow area in the enemy commander's heart.

There have been precedents in history for scouts to be beheaded, and more than once.

Powerful magicians, archers, and assassins are especially good at this job.

As long as you are strong enough and strike quickly enough, you have a chance to take advantage of the chaos and turn the tide of the battle.

In the previous first battle of Gruul, it was Agnes, Roland, and Granny who defeated the Cyclops and turned the tide of the battle.

Can they still create a miracle this time?

Chapter 113: Accompany you to watch the meteor shower, fall on your head

of course can.

Roland lurked on the lonely mountain behind Gruul Castle, silently observing the bustling castle.

The difference in number of people is not a decisive factor. It makes no difference whether there are 500 people or 5000 people below.

The main focus of surprise beheading is suddenness.

After some observation, Roland's slightly nervous expression became much more relaxed.

Gruul Castle is undefended tonight.

He calmed down his expression, inserted the scepter into the ground, and began to cast spells.

After filling himself with all the buff magic that could be added, the magic power in Roland's body began to recover crazily.

His magic power recovery speed is dozens of times faster than that of traditional magicians, and the speed is comparable to standing next to the Well of Life and drinking water from a large bowl.

Even if the magic power is completely drained, it can be replenished in a short time.

After completing the buff and restoring his magic power, Roland thrust the scepter into the ground, and his whole body was enveloped in the light of various colors of magic elements.

[Casting spells beyond levels]

This is magic that seems to have no threshold but is actually extremely high.

There is no threshold for using it, but obtaining it requires mastering the entire third-level basic magic.

After the magic system became more and more detailed, this magic became almost unique.

After using [Cross-Level Spellcasting], you can forcibly use a higher-level magic at the cost of doubling the chanting time and tripling the cost.

The side effects are huge, but it is the only optimal solution in the current environment.

Chanting for a long time?

It doesn't matter, the target who was hit is still drinking down there because he doesn't know.

Triple consumption?

It didn't matter, Roland, who had an exaggerated magic power limit and resilience, didn't care at all.

If possible, he would even spend ten times the cost in exchange for two levels of spell casting.

It's a pity that I can't change it, otherwise it will be a decisive blow.

The power of sixth-level magic is the ceiling that mortals can touch. If a sixth-level magic hits it, Gruul Castle will become a geographical term.

Level five is enough.

Although the Castle of Gruul is strong, it is not very large.

With the blessing of countless magic buffs and high intelligence attributes, the power of the fifth-level magic chanted by Roland was more than ten times that of the normal state.

He prefers to call this the quasi-sixth level.

This was the first time he sang magic in a serious manner in the world of Tiamat.

The sequence robe fluttered in the wind, the scepter exuded a soft light, the long hair was flying, the magic spell was chanted clearly and quickly, and the hands were constantly changing the hand seals.

It's a pity that he is not the traditional image of a mage with white hair and white beard, otherwise he would really have the demeanor of a great mage who destroys enemies.

Granny, who was holding her chin behind Roland and enjoying the performance, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and her eyes shone with joy.

What kind of fireworks show will such formal magic bring?