The wall of Rook's Rest was in a mess due to the aftermath of the battle between the giant dragons. At this moment, the Greens army, which still had more than half of its combat power, could completely enter through the gap opened last time after clearing the last army on the top of the wall, and they were indeed doing their best to do so .
The terrified atmosphere spread to the entire city at an extremely fast speed. Only at this time did Vilgefortz think about looking at the city. The streets became chaotic, and people no longer hid at home, but were driven to the battlefield where firefights had begun again.
He heard the cries of women and children, as well as the piercing sound of fighting in the distance. Everyone around him fell into despair and fear, only he looked so cold and out of place .
Two hours passed extremely quickly, and soon even the septons were dragged to the middle of the street by the pale-faced and sweaty guards, and Vilgefortz
, who was standing on the side, was naturally not let go. The wizard, whose flesh and blood hadn't fully grown, and whose forearm and palm were bones, was pushed into the desperate crowd. He stood in the center surrounded by oppression, surrounded by many teenagers who shouldn't be here ,trembling at the base of their legs, as if they were going to pee their pants in a second, but after taking the iron sword and spear, they gripped with blue veins .
Vilgefortz has experienced too many battles in his life in the past hundred years. As a former warrior, fighting has almost become his instinct, but after he appreciates the charm of magic, he prefers to call himself a wizard.
He has always been a smart, calm guy who knows when to use what moves. Vilgefortz held the iron sword in his intact hand calmly, and was pushed towards the battlefield of the exchange of fire, with a calm expression as if he was returning home.
Everyone thought that the three dragons died together, but Vilgefortz knew that two of them were still alive, and the owner of one also slipped out of the pit, carrying the guy who was said to be the king—it's so pitiful, still alive with his body broken like that, Vilgefortz thought sarcastically, as if he had forgotten that he was much worse than the other dragon more than a month ago. So when the wizard was driven under the city wall and watched Vhagar stand up with a stern roar, he knew in his heart that there seemed to be only one way——
Of course, this selfish guy thought with dissatisfaction : Is it worth it for him to do this ? This may not be the most labor-saving path to the core of the power of the Blacks. He can easily slip away to find the Queen to serve her, and directly display magic packaged as a miracle around her to wipe out the enemies for her .
But if he makes a move, a disabled dragon is at his fingertips. Not only can he find out the enemy's cards, but he can also use its body to enhance his own strength - after all, he basically recovered his spellcasting only by the magic power emitted by the three dragons . Not to mention that if he was lucky enough to capture that King Aegon and directly end the battle for the throne, he must be the first to contribute.
Also—maybe these poor but lowly fellows took him in, and he wouldn't mind doing something for them. Although they cursed him behind his back for freeloading in times of crisis, that strange fellow Lord Staunton was indeed harmless, even though Vilgefortz knew that what he was looking for was hope and psychological comfort .
"You go up!" Vilgefortz was pushed up the city wall by the panicked soldiers.
He turned around and sneered at the man, then raised his hand and dropped the broken sword in his hand. The sword landed crisply on the masonry, and Vilgefortz's action stunned the people behind him, but soon these ignorant people backed away in surprise. They were startled by the sudden burst of Hittite power from the man wearing half a mask in front of them, and even forgot the enemy not far away .
Even though they had no knowledge of magic, when Vilgefortz emitted a wave that was strong enough to suffocate the people around him, they immediately felt deep fear.
"Yes...it's the guy who regrow flesh from bone! It's that person!" Vilgefortz heard people shouting behind him, but he just laughed twice. At this moment, on the city wall centered on him, everyone's attention was attracted by a strong invisible fluctuation. Both the Greens and the Blacks couldn't help but look up in the direction of Vilgefortz.
"Who is he?"
"What kind of power is this?"
Everyone thinks so in the bottom of their hearts.
Vilgefortz smiled coldly and disdainfully. The magic lingered in his fingertips, and when he twirled his slender fingers, the suffocating fluctuations were heavily pressed down with the changes in his gestures.
The moment the wizard raised his hand, everyone stopped fighting, even if they were still trying to stab the sword into the enemy's body a second ago - people saw that the bright and dazzling day suddenly dimmed, dust flies everywhere ,and thick dark clouds gathered on the top of the city in an instant, covering the entire sky of Rook's Rest, almost blocking every ray of light cast by the sun.
At this moment, everyone in the two parties was stunned by this turn of events. Lord Staunton had discovered Vilgefortz when he felt strange fluctuations, and he was almost out of breath with excitement. Sir Christon Cole ordered the soldiers to insert torches into the ground to provide illumination, and soon a phalanx formed by dots of fire appeared under the city.
Aemond Targaryen stood beside the injured Vhagar, staring gloomily at the strange guy not far away who suddenly became the attention of the audience, and simply ordered: "Kill him."
The archers beside him immediately shot their bows, but the defenders of the Blacks realized it after a while, but it was too late—the arrows flew straight towards Vilgefortz, but they were completely blocked by the shield that emerged from his body , and fell vertically onto the brick floor, leaving the archers and Aemond dumbfounded.
At the same moment, Vilgefortz suddenly spoke a spell that was unfamiliar to everyone.
"Ona jest naszym przeznacz…"
The incantations were extremely lengthy and awkward, but in Vilgefortz's mouth they were clear and melodious, with distinct syllables. His voice was like a bell, and the low and magnetic voice oscillated around the entire battlefield centered on him, so that everyone could hear it clearly. The enemy army on the opposite side couldn't help trembling when they saw this—what kind of monster is this!
The dark cloud above was still spreading, and it was so dark that it was about to land on everyone's heads. At the moment when Vilgefortz finished chanting the spell, a loud bang suddenly exploded in everyone's ears, causing countless people's hearts to stop beating.
Everyone was terrified to see the sudden thunder and lightning in the dark clouds, and the dazzling electric light intertwined in the cloud wings. This miraculous phenomenon that obeyed the heavens came from the half-faced man who was still laughing at the moment and did not stop casting spells.
Immediately, a bad premonition rose in Aemond's heart, and he stepped on the dragon's saddle.
In an instant, more than a dozen thunderbolts shot out from the clouds and fell straight into the army of the Greens, scorching some people to death. Vhagar suddenly roared, and after Aemond jumped on it, he flew away from the battlefield!
Seeing this, the defenders of the Blacks almost knelt down in worship, and many soldiers shouted at the top of their voices, "Has God come to save us?"
"It's a miracle!"
Christon Cole fled far away with their half-dead king Aegon II when Vilgefortz cast his spell . It also allowed him to survive as much as Aemond.
After the thunder and lightning disappeared, there were still a lot of Greens troops left. When they regrouped under the command of Lord Rosby and prepared to attack the city, the terrifying man who cast the spell raised his hand again.
The air seemed to be converging towards the warlock's fingers, where a cloud of distorted light and shadow liquid was formed. It shimmered and then burst into orange-yellow flames. A small fireball flew out of the warlock's hand and shot towards the army formation in the distance.
After flying a distance of several hundred meters, the lone fireball fell into the army. A small flame lit up and quickly dimmed, submerged in darkness, like a small spark falling into the vast ocean. The defenders around him looked bewildered.
But soon their doubts disappeared. A series of fireballs were shot continuously from the warlock's hand. Ten、twenty、 thirty, the interval between each fireball is getting shorter and shorter.The warlock's fingers seemed to have turned into a whirlpool, sucking away the surrounding air crazily. Everyone on the city wall felt that they were being pushed towards the center of the vortex by the strong wind.
The endless fireballs have been connected into a complete fire column, and its front end is extending rapidly, rushing towards the distant army like a fire snake.
The wind howled, and the air from half the battlefield was gathering towards the Warlock.
All the red dragon quarter flags are buzzing, pointing at the Warlock.
The lord watched in horror as dust, sand, and dancing leaves were sucked into the mage's fingertips, into the flaming serpent, and reduced to ashes. He hugged the battlements tightly, fearing that he would meet the same fate, but he accidentally fell to the ground in the sudden shock.
A booming sound came from a distance, it was the sound of the first batch of fireballs falling to the ground. The sound of explosions from a distance became more and more dense, and finally merged into one piece.
The pillar of fire finally pierced through the entire battlefield, piercing straight into the center of the Greens army , directly connecting the city wall of Rook's Rest with the army formation .
In the church at this time, the little nun kneeling on a symbolic was praying devoutly in front of the little statue of maiden, and suddenly, the statue also began to shake violently.
On the city wall, everyone stopped fighting and stared blankly at the pillar of fire erupting from the tower.The flames illuminated the muddy battlefield in front of the city wall, revealing countless faces on the ground with their heads up.
Lord Staunton staggered up from the ground while leaning on the battlements, and stared at the flaming long snake dumbfounded. It was passing over everyone's heads, like a twisting flame, greedily licking the remnants of the king's army in the distance .
The lord narrowed his eyes, but couldn't see what was going on there.
He only saw continuous bursting flames, and the lights of countless torches were instantly drowned out by the strong light.
However, the light of the fire could not reach the darkness, and the originally neat torches were already in a mess and fled in all directions, like a colony of ants avoiding a scourge.
Only the continuous sound of explosions came from afar. There were indistinct cries, wailing, and the frightened neighing of horses.
Vilgefortz also looked in that direction. With the power of magic, he clearly saw that the fire snake fell straight into the dense infantry phalanx and was sweeping wantonly.
Severed limbs and broken arms flew around, and the armor of soldiers and knights was burnt red.
Neighing horses galloped and trampled the panic-stricken crowd.
The panicked soldiers fell to the ground, and the splashed muddy water turned into steaming mist before it hit the ground.
Under the violent explosion, he heard the wailing and screaming of countless people.
Splinters of wooden shields and flagpoles toppled over.
The collapsed tent crackled in flames.
The officers were yelling meaningless orders in a panic.
The warlock's face fluctuated in the light of the fire, "It's almost there", he lowered his hand and stood with his hands behind his back. The erupting pillar of fire stopped abruptly, and the sudden disappearance of the bright light made everyone on the battlefield blind for a while.
As the last fireball exploded in the distance, darkness shrouded the entire battlefield again, only the city was still ablaze.
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In the Montecalvo castle in another world, several sorceresses led by the Aen Saevherne Ida Emean were passing through the surface of the water used for water divination, and saw Vilgefortz's almost virtuoso spellcasting process. "Maybe we really have nothing to do with him." Keira Metz shrugged and sighed, suddenly she felt the unfriendly eyes from Yennefer . "That's not necessarily the case . Viggo didn't just use his own chaotic magic power this time. There are three magic creations near him, and macroscopically speaking, he is at the midpoint of two huge sources of magic power. Only such harsh conditions meet the magic power reserve for casting." Sabrina Glevissig puffed out her proud chest . Suddenly Philippa Eilhart seemed to understand something, and waved her hand to signal everyone to be quiet, "Vilgefortz's spellcasting may be more than that. He uses continuous fireballs to introduce a large amount of heat energy into the casting area of Alzur's Thunder. The huge amount of heated air meets the cold clouds, which will intensify the vertical wind change in the sky..."
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Lord Rosby was trying to get up from the mud. He was dizzy, tried to stand up several times, lost his balance and fell to the ground.
His ears were buzzing, and he was surrounded by noisy hoof beats and shouts, as if he was close in front of him but far away in the sky. In the blurred field of vision, there is only a piece of orange red, and countless black shadows sway in it. He gasped for breath, but every breath made his chest burn.
His consciousness is a little broken.
In his vague memory, he saw a pillar of fire plowing through the army, and the powerful explosion directly knocked him out.
Now there are burning flags, pieces of wood, and broken limbs everywhere. The unbridled horses ran around, and the ground was full of howling soldiers, struggling to extinguish the flames on their bodies.
The originally muddy but fairly flat ground was now covered with countless mud pits as deep as half a meter, surrounded by piles of blown mud and weeds, extending continuously into the darkness where the firelight could not shine.
Grabbing any flagpole, he barely stood up with support. The strong wind pulled the golden dragon flag, causing the flagpole to shake from side to side, making him unstable.
"Thus causing..."
The swaying flagpole suddenly fell silent, and the lord looked up with wide-eyed eyes. In the gradually clear vision, the golden dragon flag fluttering wildly was quietly falling on the head of the pole, motionless.
"An even rarer..."
A huge force suddenly pulled up the flag, pointing straight to the sky.
"Extreme weather phenomenon."
Lord Rosby looked in that direction, and in the background of the sky, a dark thing was slowly protruding from the dark clouds, as if a giant dragon was hidden in the clouds, sticking out its black tail.
The flagpole came out of hand.
The lord stared blankly at it being sucked up into the sky, and disappeared in an instant in the cloudy sky. He stared blankly at the black storm protruding from the clouds.
The swirling black cloud is growing rapidly, descending rapidly, like a twisted ghost dancing a strange dance.
His consciousness is still a little confused, and his figure is shaking. The frantic airflow made it difficult for him to breathe. The funnel-shaped storm was getting closer and closer to the ground, and its lower end had enveloped the entire military formation.
Wood chips and sand flying around kept hitting his helmet, and the tinkling sound finally brought him back a little bit of consciousness.
"hurricane!"
It's too late.
Under his desperate gaze, the lower end of the storm touched the ground.
He faintly heard shouts.
Many, many shouts.
But only for a moment.
The howling wind drowned out everything.
