Chapter 169 Returns to
the sky above the Dream Sea of Avalon, not long after Teclis informed Moras to lift the maelstrom.
The magic communicator in Imric's arms, who was riding on Minas Nir, suddenly made a sound. He took it out to answer it. A not familiar but memorable voice came out of it. It was Alfonso.
"Imric, go and deal with Moras. Don't worry about things on the battlefield. Belannar and I will teleport you back if necessary."
This is a one-way information transmission magic similar to a telegraph. After hearing the news, the Dragon Prince couldn't help but smile. It seemed that the people in the White Tower of Hos were not idiots. They paid close attention to Tigris, the future supreme mage. Although he didn't know why Alfonso would intervene in this. It's a different thing, but I still have some peace of mind.
To be honest, I don't trust Teclis at all, especially when he used the Moon Staff to attach a teleportation mark to himself. If Lilith had used some means during the period to get herself to other places, such as Athel Loren. , or Bretonnia, this war may be successful under the leadership of Randy and Tyrion, but it will inevitably suffer heavy losses, and Caledor will lose so many elite troops within a hundred years. Can't do anything.
"Go at full speed, we need to kill that old witch as soon as possible." Imrik used the magic props on his body to communicate with the high-level dragon princes around him. It is difficult to communicate effectively with the voice at high altitude. Only in this way can the dragon prince be guaranteed The tactical negotiations between the two parties went smoothly.
In the early morning of the third day, after resting on the island on the way and replenishing some food, Imrik returned to Avalon soon after. Last time he came to save people, this time he came to kill people, although twice The goal is to kill Drucci, but there are always some differences in mentality.
"Hester, sense the area where the earth energy flows." As all the dragons landed outside the dense woods of Avalon, the Dragon Prince immediately ordered his dragon mages to sense the location of Moras. This old witch must be far away from Yi. Not far from the Dian Valley, this is the core area of Avalon's leyline energy, where the Eternal Queen has lived for thousands of years.
The dragon mage Hester jumped to the ground, raised the dragon-headed staff made of mithril in his hand, and then inserted it into the ground. A qualified mage needs to be able to mobilize the energy in the earth's veins as one of the foundations for casting powerful magic. .
After sensing it for a moment, Hester said what he had discovered, "To the west, a steady stream of chaotic energy is gathering there."
Nodding to express understanding, under the leadership of Minas Nil, the dragon took off again, this time It was also a military adventure. Imric had no idea how many men Moras had in Avalon, so he could only speculate on the chance of success of this operation based on his impression of the Witch King and his son.
Malekith would not agree to lift the maelstrom, so Moras must have done it secretly with those Chaos Warlocks. According to his own speculation, it was Grond plus some Chaos troops at most. He could only pray that there would be no accidents.
After flying for a long time, Imric saw a magic pillar rising straight into the sky in the distance, constantly impacting the maelstrom, but he didn't find it at all a little further away. It was obvious that this spellcasting location had been carefully deployed. , making it difficult for others to detect the movement here.
With amazing eyesight, they carefully observed the situation in the distance. The two teams of people continued to cast spells on a high stone platform. The energy of dark magic gathered towards the magic pillar under the guidance of the warlock.
The avant-garde-dressed elf at the head was Moras. Even though Imrik had never seen this woman, even someone with a cement-bound heart like him felt an itch in his heart when he saw it, except for Moras. Well, it's hard to imagine anyone else with this kind of charm. Around the magic circle, there are a large number of troops. The most elite ones should be the two Druzi battle groups armed with spears and swords. These people are guarding around the altar, and in other places, there are even more Huge followers of Chaos.
"Old guy, can you just rush into that altar?" Imrik asked his companions. Even though he was a magic idiot, he could still feel the powerful chaotic energy emanating from the altar.
"It's a bit difficult, but you can try." Minas Nir estimated the damage he would receive if he hit the altar. The altar was obviously used to hit the maelstrom seal. If the magician who cast the spell wanted to divert the attack target, he would have to spend With some time to prepare, this time difference should be enough.
"Masno, Agthel and I will attack the altar. The others will attack those Druzi and Chaos bastards. The dragon mage is on standby at any time. If a portal appears, use the magic suppression spell to close it immediately." The Dragon Prince issued the order. After receiving the final instructions, there is no need for so many fancy tactics at this time, just a simple and clear charge and that's it.
The people in the altar obviously noticed the movement coming from the dense jungle in the distance. After all, the movement of more than twenty giant dragons flying was so loud that even a blind man could feel the strong sense of oppression.
During the flight, Imrik sounded the dragon horn. He wanted to let these Druzi and Chaos know who was going to kill them and crush the weak. This was the dragon lord's specialty.
A large number of repeating crossbows began to shoot into the air, and at several locations not far away, Reaper crossbows using barbed crossbows were already aimed at the flying dragon. Even if they were suddenly attacked, the experience of years of war still made them These Grond soldiers reacted quickly.
Imric ignored the siege crossbow arrows fired at Minas Nir. These things were just toys to the old guy beneath him. Unless they were dwarf-type crossbows with shooting runes engraved on them, they would be a bit of a threat.
Some of the warlocks in the altar stopped casting spells. Even though this would cause the spells to become unstable, they could still tell the difference between whether they would die now or later.
Red fireballs, silver-white metal, dark arrows...all kinds of magic were launched towards the Glory Star Dragon, which was obviously the greatest threat. A blue-and-white magic barrier enveloped Minas Nir, and the Eternal Oath began to take effect. But even the artifact crafted by the dragon tamer himself is still unable to withstand so many spells at the same time.
After the magic barrier made a crisp sound like broken glass, many projectile magics hit Minas Nir.
Lao Mi felt the anger that he had not seen for a long time. When was the last time he was injured? The time when the dwarves used an enchanted ballista to shoot him through the abdomen in the Long Beard War, or when the dragon horn was broken when the elves were besieged by Nagaryth during the Great Schism.
But none of this mattered. When dozens of black marks and wounds caused by magic appeared on its body, it took a deep breath, and the wind of Aegir began to gather in its chest.
(End of chapter)