The sun is high

In the early morning, magical signals of different colors streaked across the sky, and the dazzling light dispelled the gloom that shrouded the muddy plains.

This kind of thing has happened many times in the past ten days, and the members of the Black Sun Society stationed in the hidden outposts have long been wary of this - no matter what these signals represent, as defenders, they should Clean it up the first time.

This job is not difficult, a few specific destructive magics can do it.

Two spellcasters with the emblem of the Black Sun emerged from the hidden trenches. They looked at the magic signals that were slowly traveling in the sky, and uttered ugly curses out of extreme impatience. At the same time, They quickly started casting spells, and several magic arrows that were extremely concealed and could almost blend with the dim light of the morning were shot into the sky, and quickly hit the target.

They are not the only ones on this mission.

In several other hidden outposts, there are also spellcasters performing similar tasks.

This kind of work is boring and boring.

They couldn't figure out the specific meaning of these magic signals emitted by the Dawn Society at all - they appeared every day, sometimes even many times in a day.

According to common sense, these magic signals should always be accompanied by large-scale attacks and bombardments, or at least should be used to convey specific messages. However, the Dawn Society's army uses them extremely casually, and sometimes even gives people the impression that they are Feeling like I'm fooling around.

The two Black Sun Society mages in the trench looked up at the sky. After confirming that the few bright lights they regarded as targets disintegrated and dissipated, they lowered their gazes in boredom. One of them yawned: "Okay. , I’m going to go back and sleep for a while... let those soldiers keep an eye on us, they have nothing to do anyway.”

The other person nodded, then took out a crumpled cigarette box from his coat, and extended an invitation to his companion: "Well, okay, can I have a cigarette?"

The mage, who was still yawning before, became energetic when he heard these words. He turned his head, his eyes full of surprise: "Cigarettes? Where did you get them?"

"Didn't we catch a spy a few days ago? I remember he was a Votel man, and he was finally taken to spiritual interrogation... Hehe, the credit goes to them, and the smoke naturally goes to me."

While they were talking, the two of them lit the cigarettes with magic tricks and started puffing away in the trench with them in their mouths.

The cigarettes were already a little damp, but the cigarettes produced by Walter's soldiers were always of high quality, so the two association mages were soon immersed in the moment of peace brought by the tobacco, and one of them even pressed his palm on it. He touched his black sun emblem, narrowed his eyes slightly, and began to pray silently to the ancient gods he believed in.

The brief prayer ended quickly. The Master of Association opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a ball of smoke that was stuffed in his body.

At this time, a soldier came over from the other end of the trench. He was a thin young man with slight traces of frostbite on his face - this guy was a mixture of the Votel and St. Steele people, so Has black hair.

The young soldier timidly looked at the two mages who were smoking, then climbed on the edge of the trench, carefully observed the surrounding area, and then carefully slipped out after confirming that there was no problem.

It was obvious that he was ready to find a place to solve his physical problems.

"Hey, if this guy dares to poop and pee next to us, I will definitely let him eat what he excretes!"

The association member holding the cigarette case mocked contemptuously, then turned around and asked: "By the way, when do you think those guys will attack?"

"You mean Dawn Society? I think they will most likely keep delaying it."

The mage who had just finished praying shook his head: "They are neither the army of a certain country nor a particularly influential orthodox association. Infiltration and harassment may be okay, but do they have the ability to launch a large-scale attack?"

"I heard that the St. Steele people in the Dawn Society are shouting to 'liberate' their hometown."

"A bunch of idiots, shouting about this and that every day. Although their voices are loud, they can't do anything else except send out a dozen magic signals."

The two Black Sun Society mages showed great disdain for the enemies they were facing. One of them laughed and said: "Oh, do these guys really think of themselves as 'Suge Ernst'? They are just a bunch of people without courage. They are just cowards, not only cowardly, but also stupid enough. Let me tell you, the ideas and concepts they put forward are more erratic than the beliefs of those false gods!"

"That's right. If I can capture a few living Dawn Society members, I will definitely tie them to the experimental table to see what's wrong with their brains... Maybe it will suit the taste of some great relatives. !”

"That's how it should be, that's how it should be, haha."

Amidst the laughter and curses of the two men, the cigarette was finally burned out, and the young soldier who had gone to relieve himself outside the trench also returned to the trench at this time.

The association mage who said he was going back to sleep and rest immediately raised his hand and waved to the timid mixed-race young man. When he approached, he ordered: "Soldier, listen... we are going to have a rest. Come on, you and the others will keep a close eye on the surrounding area, and if anything happens, they will sound the magic alarm bell, do you understand?"

The young soldier seemed a little confused. He nodded: "I understand... I understand."

"Louder! How can we trust you if you speak so quietly?"

Facing the scolding of the mages, the young soldier was shocked. He quickly stood up straight and raised his voice: "Yes, I understand!!"

Seeing this, the two association mages nodded with satisfaction, and then they turned towards the temporary room used for rest deep in the trench. They set up several magic rituals to keep warm, although the overall conditions were still the same. It is very difficult and crude, but it is much more comfortable to rest than ordinary soldiers.

However, they had only taken two steps when a slight strange noise suddenly came, and then, two silver spheres the size of pebbles suddenly rolled from behind.

Before the two of them could react, the two silver spheres suddenly split open in the small trench, and the two thick silver mists quickly spread and merged, completely covering the figures of the two Black Sun Society mages. .

One of these two mages was once a member of Merlinle and the Law Committee. He was very familiar with this weird silver mist. However, before he could shout out the dangerous word "Demonstration Silver", a figure appeared. Pounced from behind him.

In the chaos, an extremely sharp silver dagger stabbed from an extremely tricky angle, and with several consecutive blows, the protective ritual covering the mage's body was forcibly torn apart.

The person who launched the attack was none other than the obedient young soldier from before.

But now, this thin young man seems to be a different person. His face with frostbite marks is full of determination and ruthlessness. With his extremely skilled fighting skills, he has defeated this black sun. The mage hit the side of the trench hard, and quickly wiped the opponent's neck with the specially made slender magic silver dagger in his hand, immediately creating a dazzling bloody trace.

At this time, the mage walking in front finally reacted. He rushed forward a few steps and barely rushed out of the magic-choking silver mist that interfered with magic. He couldn't wait for his condition to completely calm down, so he immediately He tore off a page that was engraved with lost magic, and poured his own chaotic magic into it.

However, the young soldier who was the attacker reacted a step faster. He flicked his hand and threw the blood-stained magic-smothering silver dagger directly. The sharp blade had a natural restraint and interference effect on magic. The ground hit the opponent's protective ritual, causing a violent ripple of shock.

Although this throw failed to harm the opponent's body, it still had a somewhat hindering effect on the operation of magic power.

During this brief and precious interval, an old-fashioned crystal gun was already in the hands of the young soldier. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger towards his target and fired the specially loaded bullets.

The sound made by the old-fashioned crystal gun should have been extremely loud, but the hidden patterns secretly engraved on the barrel came into play at this moment, turning the originally deafening sound into a muffled sound.

The results specially developed by the Van En Magic Society and provided to members of special organizations such as the Sword-bearing Hermitage and the Sword of Dawn exerted their effect at this moment. This product is made from a mixture of high-concentration magic-killing silver powder and a small amount of magic crystals. The special bullets are specially designed to be used by special operators and snipers.

They are dangerous ideas extracted from the concept of "mage shooters" within Votel's army. They are expensive consumables specially used for sniping and assassinating the spellcasters of the Black Sun Society.

At the same time as the soldier pulled the trigger, the magic page with ancient patterns had already begun to take effect.

Those deadly and cold black lights and shadows and sharp joints protruded from the pattern in the center of the page, and were about to pierce the young soldier's body. However, with the arrival of this bullet, the structure of these black magic shadows was extremely seriously damaged. Interfering, the silver bullets successfully passed through these terrible barriers, tearing apart the pages of the magic book that were their cornerstone, and then pierced the body standing behind them.

There was an extra smell of blood in the damp, cold morning air.

Smelling this smell, the young soldier who had just completed his goal became energetic. He took two steps and groped on the bodies of the two Black Sun Society mages who could have easily killed him.

Soon, he took out all the guns, magic books, crystal mines and other items.

The sound of footsteps was heard from the other side of the trench, and the young man immediately stood up and pointed the muzzle of his gun in the direction of the sound.

"It's me, Richard! Don't shoot, it's me!"

Hearing the other party's call, the young man known as Richard relaxed a little. He breathed a heavy sigh, but he could not put down the weapon in his hand, but maintained his aiming position until the other party completely appeared in front of him. within one's own field of vision.

There were more than a dozen people who appeared in the trenches. In addition to several familiar faces within the Sword of Dawn, there were also nearly ten soldiers who looked a little panicked. They were all soldiers of the Kingdom of St. Steele in this stronghold.

After nearly ten days of repeated contact, these soldiers who had long been dissatisfied with the Black Sun Society finally chose to cooperate with the Dawn Society.

After confirming that the person who came here was his comrade, Richard lowered the muzzle of his gun and nodded towards the other party: "This side has been solved... Where are the other targets?"

"It's almost done, but there may be accidents in two places. I just heard fierce firefights coming from the southeast. The situation may not be good."

After hearing this, Richard frowned.

This young spy who had studied with Xiuge for a period of time has now become extremely decisive. After a moment of thinking, he made up his mind and said to his comrades: "If most of the targets have already If it is achieved, then follow the original plan, be prepared for the response, let the soldiers remove the crystal bombs and hidden roadblocks targeting vehicles, and send out the attack signal!"

So, about twenty minutes later, another magic signal flew high into the sky.

It looks like a universal signal used within the Black Sun Society, except that the pattern it forms in the sky is obviously distorted - this situation is actually very common. If the caster accidentally appears when sending the signal, If there are errors or interference, it will be difficult to maintain accurate graphics.

As if he wanted to correct his mistakes, this twisted magic graphic was quickly eliminated and replaced by another universal logo, whose detailed meaning was: "The suspected target has been found and eliminated."

Richard stood in the trench, with a cigarette in his mouth and some blood stains on it.

This was what he found from the enemy he killed. The cigarettes inside Walter's army did smell very good, which made him feel extremely satisfied after lurking in the enemy's stronghold for a period of time.

Amidst the rising smoke, there was a muffled sound in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, the traces of crystallized cannonballs symbolizing judgment streaked across the sky. They completely tore apart the silence of this early morning and rushed towards their respective goals.

Soon, accompanied by violent roars, dazzling magical explosions of light erupted on the land. The thawing plain seemed to become a piece of jelly covered with white frost, trembling under the dim skylight. Then, what had been previously The magic signals that had been summoned countless times appeared in the sky again, yellow, green, dazzling red...

Such rays formed a strange scene, and the slender trees that stood upon the plains and hills left their own dry shadows in their light.

They are fortunate to be witnesses of this battle.