A Million Possible

"laugh!"

A sword stabbed a black elf with a broken leg to death, and Margaret shook the blood from the blade wearily.

At this moment, she has been fighting for one day and one night in a row.

From last night, when the defense area she controlled was attacked, to these two nights, she hardly rested in between. She was either fighting, or rectifying the line of defense and commanding rescue. Such high-intensity consumption caused her physical and mental loss. Not small.

However, Marguerite just took a breath and leaned back against the city wall again.

She didn't want to stop, because she knew that maybe tonight was the end of her life.

"After death, there is time to sleep."

When her subordinates persuaded her to rest, she always said that.

However, when she threw herself in front of the city wall, she unexpectedly discovered that no enemies could be seen all around.

"what?"

Marguerite was a little dazed in a daze. The continuous killings made her mind a little awkward, and she didn't quite understand the situation before her.

She didn't see eyes reveal until the wooden flute sounded from nowhere.

This voice is an order for the army to refurbish.

It means that the whole army rests in place.

"The enemy retreated?"

Marguerite held the red-stained wall, surprised.

Looking far away, she found that under the city wall, the dark elves receded like a tide, and disappeared into the dense forest with sporadic arrows.

Do not.

Not disappearing, they just ran to rest outside the bow and arrow range.

"My lord, they retreated temporarily."

One of the men ran up and said.

"Order to go down and rest! Hurry up, maybe they will come again soon!"

"Yes!"

Similar things are not lacking in previous combat experiences. Black elves are not tireless creatures. They just succumb to a certain thirst for blood and killing to pounce tirelessly, but they are equally exhausted.

The enemy's retreat is only temporary, and the rest is for a better attack.

Margaret knew this truth clearly.

But she still couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The nerves that had been strained all day and night suddenly relaxed, and the exhaustion instantly overwhelmed her. She coughed and vomited a mouthful of bruises. Marguerite leaned on the dark blue stone and sat down. The stone was stained with blood and looked soggy, which made her feel soggy. Very uncomfortable.

"My lord, have a drink."

An elf soldier came and handed her a water bag.

Marguerite touched her waist and found that the water bag had already been punctured in the battle. She nodded, took it, unscrewed it, swallowed it, and the cold water ran through her throat, irritating her empty stomach. , She shivered instantly, but inexplicably didn't feel hungry, just nauseated.

Marguerite looked around. At this moment, the wall was still bleak.

Throughout the day’s battle, the elves held the line of defense firmly, but they also paid a lot of money. At this moment, on the blood-stained city head, tired soldiers dragged up the bodies of their companions and stuffed them into the tower temporarily. As for storage, as for the enemy, they will be directly thrown down. The long city wall is like a blood line, filled with gunpowder smoke and blood.

The soldiers were exhausted, and the wounded lay side by side, waiting for the few elves who knew how to heal magic to come and be healed.

However, medical resources are always in short supply. Fortunately, everyone doesn't seem to care very much.

After all, if nothing happens, everyone will die after tonight, and it might not be bad to take a step early.

"My lord, Marshal Luo Jia called for the meeting."

A soldier ran over and said to Marguerite.

"I see, you temporarily defend the city for me." The latter responded.

"Yes."

Standing up with her tired and even numb body, Marguerite pulled over a large leaf, wiped the flesh and blood on the armor, thought for a while, and carefully put the last thing in the water bag. Water poured on the palms and washed his face.

Although this behavior seems a bit hypocritical.

but……

No matter how masculine she looks, she is still a girl.Girls always love beauty.

If there was no such war, at this time, she would probably wear a woven muluo cotton skirt and go to the moon worship ceremony with Ai Lu-that is one of the grand festivals held every year by the Wang Court, and it will be the last in the bimonthly. On a bright night, in the squares in the center of various cities and villages, candles and bonfires are lit, and the local elders will lead the worship to the gods.

The dance prepared for the ceremony needs to be rehearsed one month in advance. Ellu can be selected every time. She seems to have an innate talent in dancing, and she can become one of the most eye-catching focal points of the ceremony every time. Correspondingly, Margaret is much worse. Her talents seem to be all based on archery, oh, and fighting... In short, they are all aspects that are not "lady".

This made her extremely frustrated.

In the peaceful age, who would like these five big and three big things?

Later, Ellu naturally entered the school opened by the sacrificial hall in the city and worked hard towards becoming a sacrificial priest, while Margaret was selected by chance to be selected into the Wangdu Youth Training Team as a "sports specialty". The identity of "sheng" is striving towards the "master of archery".

And then……

"Ahem."

Marguerite couldn't help coughing. She touched a hole in the armor on her chest. The wound had been blocked by her magic power. At first it seemed not a big problem, but now it seems, It seems to hurt the lung lobes.

Shaking her head, she dries the water drops on her face.

Simply combed the hair.

She stepped along the city wall to the temporary meeting tower.

At this moment, the sky has been darkened, the afterglow of the setting sun has dissipated, and there is only a pale and bleak color on the western sky, the two moons are horizontal, the stars are shining, the city wall is like a thin silhouette in the dark, the wind is very strong, Margaret’s clothes The robe is hunting.

She walked all the way, and all she saw on both sides were wounded soldiers who were recuperating.

The elders were silent and closed their eyes to rest, while the obviously immature young soldiers stared at Shuangyue blankly. When they saw her approaching, they would subconsciously look at her. For some reason, Marguerite always felt that gaze was so incomparable. She was so heavy that she couldn't breathe.

I hurried to the meeting tower, and there were already a lot of people here.

Seeing her coming, an elf said: "Everyone is here."

Margaret counted and found that two familiar faces were not present, which meant that they had sacrificed.

"Quiet."

Marshal Luo Jia said, he was holding a piece of paper, which seemed to be a list of casualties.

"Now that there are people here, I will announce the latest deployment mission. The enemy will retreat temporarily. It is expected to give us an hour's rest. But next, what awaits us is no longer a simple attack like the daytime."

After a pause, Luo Jia said: "It's an attack dozens of times more fierce."

"This is the latest news from the air reconnaissance elves. Because Krum is already the last city, almost all the enemies are dispatched. We will also face hundreds of times more pressure than ours, and the material statistics will consume a lot. I... …"

In the discussion camp, the needle drop can be heard.

Only Luo Jia's calm voice reverberated, and every word he uttered was like a sledgehammer hitting everyone's hearts.

The situation is terrible.

Whether it is the number of casualties, material consumption, and the number of enemies, it is desperate.

However, these extremely desperate news was narrated by Luo Jia in a calm and terrifying voice.

The Genie Marshal was like a typewriter, clicking and clicking outwards at a constant speed, without any expression on his face.

"This is the marshal."

Marguerite thought.

Perhaps Luo Jia's voice was so steady that when the narration was over, all the officers present unexpectedly discovered that they did not feel fear.

Obviously, the situation is beyond hopelessly bad, but he is not nervous.

"Perhaps...because you are already mentally prepared." They thought.

Luo Jia put down the file.

I looked around and said: "This is the situation. I believe you can also judge that with our strength, Krum will never be held."

The battle priest suddenly asked: "The god...has no response?"

After hearing the sound, everyone turned their heads and looked at the girl standing in the corner of the discussion hall.

Ailu stood there as if she was totally lost, facing these eyes, she didn't respond.

Seeing her look like this, the answer obviously doesn't need to be said anymore.

"Remember what I said to you? All we can rely on is ourselves." Luo Jia said calmly, "We have a long life and rule this land for thousands of years. Maybe we shouldn't have coveted too much. , Everything has an end, and tonight is the last night for you and me, and...the last night of the race."

After a pause, Luo Jia got up, suddenly bowed deeply, and said: "According to the old calendar, tonight is a lunar worship. I am sorry to announce this news on such a festival."

The generals all bowed their hands and saluted, with trepidation: "Marshal, you..."

Luo Jia got up, waved to interrupt their words, and said in an unquestionable voice: "If you have anything to say, take advantage of this brief peace, go and talk to your family, send my order, the investigative positions of the outposts, the sky The detective elves, withdraw them all. They have worked so hard for too long. Now they don't need to be on guard anymore. Give them a holiday and go back to rest."

"This...the line of defense..."

"Next, I will guard the line of defense." Luo Jia stretched out his hand and drew out the big sword. At this moment, his whole body magic suddenly dispersed, and a powerful aura enveloped the hall, shaking like a storm.

...

...

The night wind is strong.

Blow away the dark clouds in the sky.

Because of the many fragments of the earth, the planet surrounding the elven civilization, in addition to the two moons, there are countless scattered shining stars, which look quite beautiful in the clear night sky.

Cheng Lin was sitting at the window, and he found that the angle of view here was surprisingly good.

The sacrificial hall was originally in an open area. If it was used to live in a high place, it would appear remote and cold, but if it was used to look at the stars, it would be very suitable.

He moved the dark-brown solid wood chair to the window.

In this case, he can sit in a chair.

Put your legs on the edge of the window.

Two rounds of moonlight spilled over.

Shine in from the window and spilled on his body and face.

In order to expose his identity as little as possible in the deduction, he wore a black coat without a trademark.

Now, he took off his jacket and put it on his body.

Blowing in the wind, facing the stars.

Looks very laid-back and lazy.

But if someone with strong perception is here, they will find that the amount of mental energy in this area is abnormally active.

Several threads constructed by Mental Energy seem to be connected with starlight, with no end in sight. The tentacles enlarged by the blessing of the "Silver Moon Cane" project all the scenery within a thousand miles into Cheng Lin's mind.

In his field of vision, the world is like a two-dimensional plane, and countless scattered black dots are constantly approaching a red blood line. That is the battle.

In other words, a net.

At this moment, fishes are constantly pouring in from afar, scrambling to enter this big net.

Cheng Lin is not in a hurry. He knows the importance of patience. He has waited for the whole day. He doesn't mind waiting for a while.

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, opened his eyes, and looked out the window.

I saw that a bright sun-like brilliance rose up, illuminating the night sky, like a brilliant firework, powerful Spiritual Qi fluctuations came from there, billowing like a tide. Obviously, it was an extremely powerful abnormality. Yes, well, in the world of elves, it should be called magic.

The magic light group dispersed the dark night briefly, and Cheng Lin seemed to hear countless screams coming over.

The elven residents in the city also saw the light, and then they raised their hands and cheered. Many people shouted "Lord Luojia". They recognized this high rank magic.

It's a pity, after a while, everything returned to silence.

There is no second group of brilliance rising.

The residents fell silent.

An attack of that level, even the big elves, can hardly be displayed a second time in a short time.

Compared with the number of enemies in terror, a Luo Jia is not enough after all.

They were sad, they cried, some squatted on the ground and shivered, some yelled to vent their emotions, and some hurriedly rushed to the remote worship hall according to their customary instincts.

Even though many elves no longer believe in gods, they still subconsciously ran here under fear.

But when they ran over, they only found a closed door and an open window.

By the window, a dark brown recliner was quietly placed, but the figure on the chair... has long since disappeared.

...

...

The middle section of the city wall.

The bright brilliance slowly dissipated, and Luo Jia stood quietly at the most eye-catching position on the front.

He could hear the exhilarating shouts of the soldiers on the city wall, and he could hear the cheers of the people in the city behind him, but Ke Luojia couldn't laugh at all.

Ahead, a terrifying sword mark appeared in the dense forest.

Luo Jia accumulated the strength for a day and night, and slashed out a sword with all his strength, revealing the power of the big elf.

Anyone who saw the terrifying sword marks, the scorched ground, and the enemy evaporated by the high temperature would realize how extraordinary Luo Jia's sword was and how powerful he was.

But...only Luo Jia knew that this seemingly brilliant sword actually caused not many casualties.

Especially, compared to the huge number of enemies, this is even more so.

This sword is more of a deterrent.Moreover, even with this kind of deterrence, he could no longer cut a second sword.

"Shusha..."

Finally, the enemies in the dense forest were ready to move again.

They approached tentatively, and only the few bows and arrows from the elves ushered in.

"Archery! Archery!"

An officer was shouting loudly.

But what was ushered in was the weak anxious cry of the archers: "No...no arrows..."

"what?"

"It's all... all used up!"

"Rolling wood? Stone?"

"It's all used up! It's all used up! It's all gone!"

there is none left?

They were stunned, and then unanimously looked at Luo Jia's figure. However, the figure that would always support their spirit was only weakly silent, and the hand holding the sword was hanging low and weakly.

Luo Jia did not speak.

But the elves all understood something.

In silence.

The soldiers numbly drew their swords, lined up, and stared at countless enemies, like waves, flooding like wild sand. They knew that after a brief period of brilliance, they were finally about to come to an end.

Faced with such a large number of enemies, they will eventually be swallowed and swallowed.

Walked into this good night in a not gentle manner.

...

In the night breeze, Margaret clenched the short knife, facing the wind, and said in a hoarse voice: "All prepare, meet the enemy!"

"Yes!"

A naive voice responded.

Margaret suddenly turned her head, but only saw that Ellu had come to own for some time.

She tightened the moon-white sacrificial robe with a twine, carrying a rusty iron sword in her hand that was full of gaps and blood stains that she did not know where she had picked it from, and she was biting her lip desperately, holding back the blood. Of fear, staring at yourself.

"El...you..."

"I don't want to hide behind and be a coward." Ai Lu said firmly.

Margaret was taken aback, then pulled out a pale smile and said, "Okay, let's be together."

"Yep."

"Are you afraid?"

"……afraid."

"It doesn't matter. After tonight, you don't have to worry about being afraid anymore. On the road to Death, with so many people together, you won't be alone."

"Yep."

"They are coming up soon, Ellu, can I ask you a question?"

"what?"

Marguerite suddenly turned to look at her, and asked in a relaxed and relieved tone: "You didn't communicate with the goddess, did you? Don't lie to me, I can tell that you are lying, you are about to die, can you tell me ...What the hell is going on?"

A complex expression appeared on Ai Lu's small face. She looked up at the sky slightly sadly, with a soft tone: "Well, I did use a ritual to summon the goddess, but... something unexpected happened."

"Accident?"

"Yes, remember that... a gust of wind blew in the room..."

Ai Lu said, suddenly, her voice was stagnant, her eyes suddenly rounded! Staring fiercely at the brilliant sky! As if seeing something incredible, the whole small body trembled like chaff!

"Dang!"

The tattered iron sword in Ailu's hand dropped and let out a crisp sound.

Margaret supported her subconsciously: "Ellu, what's the matter with you?"

"...He...come! He is here!"

"What did you say?"

A lot of tears poured out of Ellu's eyes, and her eyes were red, as if she had been overwhelmed by some emotion. She clenched Margaret's arm with her hands, hoarse her throat, and shouted: "The wind... is coming! !!!"

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