Oracle of Terra

"Because you are an aide, Lord Tallulah is in charge of charging!"

"What you said is very reasonable and convincing, Tallulah, he said you have no brains."

"................"

You have no brains!

Tallulah gave Telles a blank look, and then looked at the infected soldier who was hastily defending there.

"It's okay, he's teasing you, we know about it, you should go back to the camp and wait."

"Yes!"

Hearing Tallulah talking to him, the soldiers returned to the camp with a little excitement.

"Can't you be more serious?"

"Come on, I've been serious in front of people for hundreds of years. It's hard to come to an era when everyone doesn't know me. I just want to be a little bit more serious. I'll be more serious when I want to pretend to be something."

"Co-author, were you pretending before?"

"When you're the boss, you don't have to put on a show. Although I don't know how to fight wits and courage with the air, I still have to have the majesty of a leader."

"What about me? I don't think I'm usually as majestic as you said."

Tallulah was a little puzzled, but Telles smiled slightly.

"You have to look at the difference in conditions between us. You are a serious and beautiful girl, and everyone thinks it's okay to take the line of being close to the people, but I am majestic and majestic. I am a once-in-a-hundred-year-old big girl in Sarkaz. Handsome guy, in addition to showing your strength in front of the Sarkaz people, you also need to have the majesty to intimidate Xiaoxiao, not to mention that in my era, strength was the right way. Look at me now, the first thing you look at me is usually , what kind of person do you think I am?"

"A charlatan."

Tallulah expressed her thoughts frankly, because indeed, as Telles said, he now looks completely different from the divine monarch in the Kazdel legend that he himself narrated.

Who would have thought that the charlatan in front of him is the same person as the legendary god revered by the Sarkaz people?

"That's right, it's for such an impression operation, so I don't want to be the boss, it's very annoying, although I can also take the route of a beautiful girl, but I'm a pure man after all, I can't do that kind of thing, if it's serious What kind of boss is the Eight Classics? My temperament, huh, a charlatan boss, isn't it that people look down on me, and then feel weak and bully, so I come to beat me one after another. I didn't have a reputation before. I personally think I’m a bully, and I’m the one who overthrows the door. Later, when my reputation rises, and I’m a bit better than me, I come to the door again, tsk tsk, the past is really hard to look back on, so in this era, I have to make good plans to be a behind-the-scenes role , The tree attracts the wind, Tallulah."

"I'm more concerned, why can you take the route of a beautiful girl?"

"What's the point?"

Telles felt that his earnestness seemed to be in vain.

But Tallulah nodded curiously.

"Tsk, let me tell you about my life form. Remember not to spread it. A 'higher life form' like me is different from you mortals. Although this may sound a bit arrogant and condescending , but it is indeed true that the gods have energy organs that produce origin stones, which can provide them with a steady stream of power when they cast spells and abilities, and the reason why gods are gods is that they are different from ordinary people In addition to being an official, there is also a unique authority, which can use nature or other concepts. As for the principle of this, I can't explain it myself. You should treat it as a person's unique Originium skill, and besides being the core Except for the origin stone organs, the appearance of the gods is very free. Most of the gods will choose the appearance and form similar to the race they rule, or the races near the living area, but this appearance is not constant. As long as I intend to , I can become exactly like you, but it takes a lot of thinking about the details, so forget it."

"When you said that, I remembered. After your head was cut off, it was reconstructed by the black mist."

"That's my 'noumenon'. As for why I am the god of the Sarkaz people, it involves the theory of the ethnic group I told you before. God can transform the ethnic group, make it evolve, and then benefit from it. I spent It took 300 years to turn the Sarkaz into the Sarkaz of Kazdel, you know what that means?"

"Oh... no wonder you wanted to go to the Fengyue place because of your desire and dissatisfaction. Is there such a reason?"

"No, that's just me wanting to have a blast."

"......................"

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. Tallulah coughed and then changed the topic, "So that means, you can actually change into your familiar appearance?"

"It's a little troublesome to change into other races. If I become a Sarkaz, I only need to suck that person's blood to become exactly the same."

"Are you still a blood demon?"

Tallulah glanced at the horns of Telles, but someone from Teres smiled.

"I originally had a lot of factors of various Sarkaz races in my body, and I can become all kinds of Sarkaz people, but that doesn't mean much to me, it's just a change of decoration, so I always Keep the status quo."

"In that case, wouldn't you be able to impersonate Victoria's who?"

"Tracey."

"Correct."

"I can impersonate, but you also have to provide me with blood, otherwise I may look a little... different, do you understand? It's just playing the pinching game, you pinch people according to the portrait, but But I found that what I squeezed out felt a little different.”

"It's really an abstract metaphor."

When Tallulah thought about whether there was any room for manipulation of Telles's novel ability, the messenger ran over again.

"Report! Grand Duke Baikal's troops rushed down from the hillside!"

"Rush down?"

Rao Telles also looked at the messenger in surprise. Although he originally expected Ivankov to open Baikal's asshole from the back door, but now this guy rushed down directly to fight to the death?

Obediently, do you think your life is short?

"Teres, do you want to take prisoners?"

Tallulah thought that it was a duke after all, so it might be useful.

"What are the captives doing? They're just cannon fodder anyway. Do you think they can still be used to threaten Ivan? This kind of corrupt nobleman can kill and count. Hey, does he have a grudge against that girl Lyudmila?"

"It seems to be? I can't remember."

Tallulah had no impression of Grand Duke Baikal. She only remembered that he and Earl Boris had an enmity with him when they were still marquises, and Boris's title was downgraded by one level because of the New Energy Research Institute.

"It's better to catch it and let Lyudmila slaughter it. It's a bad thing anyway."

"That's fine, please Mr. Patriot to keep Grand Duke Baikal."

"Understood! I'm going to order the vanguard!"

After the messenger ran away, Telles looked into the distance, the black army rushing down from the hillside.

"Give up the location, he really intends to come and give it away."

165. One is worth one hundred

"I said old stubborn, is this man really a strategist?"

Yelena pulled out her staff and looked at the legion rushing down from the distant hillside. The legion was about 7000 people. Compared with the forward army of about 4000 people in Sochi, it looked very awkward.

But Yelena didn't have any thoughts of fear. After all, the guerrillas had fought more enemies than them for many years, and then won, but now the base has only been expanded ten times, or a hundred times.

The funniest thing is that this enemy gave up his advantage and chose to rush down towards their elite troops foolishly.

"You can't say that, Yelena."

Before the patriot could respond, a white-haired Sarkaz stretched out and walked out. He is the commander of the Sarkaz army, and he is also the direct subordinate of the patriot and Yelena's father and daughter. Sir, the current 4000 troops are under his control, and a quarter of them are Sarkaz gathered from the territory of Ursas, some of them were born in Kazdel, and some were born and raised in Ursas. After all, after the fall of the old Kazdel, the Sarkaz people were scattered all over the place. In this information-blocked land, some people even don't know where their hometown is.

And Sochi has become a shelter, and the people of the earth will be grateful and give back.

And the enemy of the land in front of them is exactly what they use to repay.

"Behind them was Ivankov from Chernobog, and the drone group that Samal was proud of was also lost by Sasha and Tallulah. They had to rush, but they had to rush. "

"That's right, forget it. Anyway, fighting on the plain is beneficial to us. When will we start?"

"Of course it is now, Mr. Captain, please."

Telles patted the old Wendigo's armor, and the tall Sarkaz nodded and raised the spear in his hand.

"Pioneer! March!"

"March! March! March!"

The Sarkaz drew out their sabers, and the Ursas picked up their sabers. With the sound of horns, shouts, and battle roars, the Sochi vanguard in gray armor began to advance. The momentum was far away. It is more brave than the 7000 people who marched desperately.

Telles drew Tallulah's black sword and rushed to the front of the team.

"Flesh and blood of fellow man, symbiosis with it (ancient Sarkaz language)"

The low-pitched murmur spread along with the spell to the thousands of Sarkaz troops. Their eyes were red, like bloodthirsty demons.

"The puncturers line up, open the formation!"

"Yes!"

Wearing a robe and holding a lance, the Sarkaz piercer obeyed the order, the weapon and the red rune energy on his body surged, his legs bit the ground, stepped on it, and then pushed out!

Like a row of red arrows, these piercers pierced towards the enemy's camp at three times the normal marching speed.

"Special forces?!"

Baikal frowned as he watched the rushing demons in the marching camp.

"The whole army slows down, the crossbowmen team and the warlock team attack!"

Although it is said that Ivan's troops will be lost, the momentum of these demons seems too fierce. I am afraid that if they ignore it, not only Ivan's troops will be lost, but also his people.

The Ursus warlock and crossbowmen raised their staffs and crossbow spears and began to shoot at the enemies who were rushing at high speed.

"Shield soldiers line up shield defense!"

"Yes!"

Soldiers with large shields stood in front of the warlock and crossbowman, and moved forward slowly in step.

However, an astonishing scene happened. Before the spells of the warlocks and the arrows of the crossbowmen were about to hit the Sarkaz piercer, they were blocked by the transparent barrier and fell to the ground, and it was this small gap piercing The bloodthirsty smiles unique to the Sarkaz people showed on the faces of the hands, and then, in Baikal's eyes, the strong shield was pierced by the sharp knight's spear, and the soldiers holding the shield were smashed into the rear formation together. middle.

The row of red six stars messed up the front row of the Baikal army in just a few minutes.

"how is this possible?"

It’s not that Baikal has never seen these nasty Sarkaz piercers. During the expansion war, Ursas expanded its territory in all directions, including the direction of Kazdel, although there is only one place that can only be called a region. , but that is still the hometown of the Sarkaz people, and the advance of Ursas has also been resisted. The special attacks of those piercers who sacrificed their lives made Baikal unforgettable, crazy and fearless, but what is this now?Those who didn't know thought some large armored beast rushed into his team.

Moreover, the dim shields on their bodies did not seem to be broken, and they still maintained their protective performance. Just as a few warlocks wanted to fight back, they were pierced by the knight spears in their hands.

Wait... Knight Gun?

Baikal noticed that these piercing hands were holding weapons that seemed to be used by Casimir's war knights, but that kind of weapon was extremely heavy, and it was not suitable for holding it and moving at high speed. What happened to them?

The attack power can break through the large shield, but the speed is faster than the original Sarkaz piercer!

"It seems that changing the weapon style is quite successful."

Telles, who cast a linkage spell on all the Sarkaz in the rear, grinned.

"Continue to advance! Support the impaler! The sentry casts the advance spell! Speed ​​up the advance speed, it doesn't matter if you are out of touch with the rear, they are already in chaos! Rush in! Let them see how powerful the Sarkaz are!"

"Rush! Rush! Rush!"

Under the influence of Telles' spell, the Sarkaz people became extremely warlike, and the bloodthirsty light in their eyes was terrifying. All the Sarkaz people seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, half of their previous piercing hands speed forward.

"how is this possible!"

A soldier of the Baikal Army watched in horror at the piercers who rushed into their camp and killed them.

"It feels really good."

The Sarkaz piercer who opened the wound on his arm after being besieged was currently regenerating his arm at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wound that could even see the bones healed as if it had never appeared.

"Go on! Ursus! We still have something to play!"

The red light emanating from the piercer's eyes is frightening. The Sarkaz's excellent magic resistance makes them not react much to the attacks of those warlocks. As for the crossbowman's crossbow gun, the Sarkaz troops are The team prioritized by Telles' workshop, their armor and equipment configuration is the best part of the Sochi army.

Those arrows can only leave scratches on the armor.

"The tenth!"

The heavy knight spear pierces the enemy, the light shield disassembled from the back blocks the attack of the crossbow, and the spell, the spell is hard to eat!

Under the blessing of the Telles symbiosis spell, the self-healing ability of all Sarkaz people has increased at a speed visible to the naked eye. If they were not cut off and revealed, they are now as if...

"These demons are not dead at all!?"

Even the soldiers who have experienced many battles and have been trained by Ivan can't help being afraid. They recall many horror legends about Sarkaz, but they are far less frightening than the reality in front of them.

"Don't retreat! Continue to attack! Even spells are limited! He can't maintain this recovery ability forever!"

Baikal shouted, but the guards on the side opened their eyes wide.

"My lord! Those demons have rushed up!"

"what?!"

The red magic light filled the sky among the Sarkaz people, their eyes were red, and the bloody demons pulled out their swords with smiles, and fired the crossbows and spells in their hands.

"Alas?!?!"

The blade cut a black-clothed soldier blocking the way in two, and the elite troops from Kazdel also fell into a bloodthirsty state at this moment.

These soldiers who once served Teresis also felt the blessing from the spell. The lives of all Sarkaz people are connected together at this moment. You only need one thought, one look, and you can communicate with the compatriots around you. There is no need to even call out for continuous combat, which also leads to the battlefield at this moment. In addition to the slashing and mourning, and the wailing of Baikal soldiers, only the silent Sarkaz is left. The amazingly consistent movements and The extremely coordinated actions made Baikal's breathing short.