Imperial Crown.

Chapter 335: See the move, counter the move, and see the move again

Earl Palmer, wearing armor and sitting on his warhorse, looked far away at the east side of the battlefield through the heavy smoke and dust.

Even though he never doubted victory in the war, Palmer still showed enough caution.

If Raven is a ferocious and cunning beast, then Palmer is a shrewd and capable hunter.

The beast has been cornered by him, and now Palmer only needs to worry about three points.

The first is Raven himself—a third-level magician who can play a huge role on the battlefield.

Second, there are the 1000 heavily armored cavalrymen, the kings on the battlefield. Even in a battle involving nearly 10 people, they can still achieve decisive results as long as they are used properly.

The third is Raven’s Wind King troops.

Now Raven himself was restrained by the divine magician and unable to move, and the 1000 heavy cavalry were also blocked in the camp and unable to show their power.

The only threat left is the Wind King's troops.

In Palmer's view, the greatest role of the Wind King Force is not just its huge air-to-ground advantage.

Their real purpose is beheading!
It attacks from the air and there is no way to defend against it, you can only distract it.

If one is really determined to launch a suicidal attack on the enemy commander on the battlefield, it can be said to be an invincible tactic.

Fortunately, Raven has a limited number of Wind Kings in his hands.

To be on the safe side, Palmer, like Duduo in the past, deployed a large number of long-range troops around him.

This is why, although he has 4 legions of long-range troops under his command, he has only sent out 2.

"Come on, Raven, let me see your power as the King of Wind!" Palmer stared at the sky, his face ferocious with a hint of hatred.

He had no personal grudge against Raven, but he was filled with hatred for this man he had never met.

It’s not because of the so-called righteousness of the country and the nation.

But it’s because Raven is too young!

Palmer was born with a strange disease that caused him to age prematurely. At the age of 10, his hair was full of white hair. At the age of 15, all his teeth fell out. At the age of 20, he looked like he was 50. Now that he has just turned 50, he looks like he will fall into the coffin at any time.

This filled him with an equal hatred for young people.

And Raven, not only was he young and handsome, but he had also achieved so much, which made him hate him even more.

This war with Raven made his blood boil like never before.

This will be a war that determines the fate of the Principality of Eivor.

Once Palmer loses, the southern part of the principality will not be able to organize any resistance in a short period of time, which means that the vast Eivor Plain will be left for Raven to roam.

And if Palmer wins, he will become the savior of the Principality of Eivor!

By then, he will have a lot of bargaining chips with the Grand Duke and the Cabinet, not only to earn a reputation that will be praised by everyone, but also to obtain enough resources to prolong his life.

The reason why I chose to cooperate with the Hand of Death was also for this reason.

However, he did not have enough resources, so he only trained those special wolf-faced soldiers, but he still did not dare to use these methods on himself.

As for Faraday...

With an inconspicuous glance at the fat pig behind him, Earl Palmer pulled his lips down slightly.

This kind of idiot also wants to make a contribution in this war?
With his sensitive identity, he shouldn't be involved in this war!
The greater the merit, the faster the death.

So Palmer didn't mind giving the credit to Faraday at this time, or even after the war was won.

Anyway, even if Palmer doesn't fight for it, others will naturally attribute the credit to him!
"finally come."

Palmer saw that inside Raven's camp, the Wind King's troops soared into the sky.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Come on, enjoy the gift I brought you."

at the same time.

Hoyaz led the Wind King's troops into the sky and rushed towards the long-range troops behind Jared's troops on the east side of the battlefield.

The two legions, with a total of more than ten thousand long-range troops, stopped their actions at this moment and stared at the Wind King flying in the sky!
Hoyaz's heartbeat quickened slightly.

This was not the first time he faced ranged troops, and he had learned enough lessons from the previous battle.

In the past, the way the Wind King fought was often to release a collective storm vortex in mid-air, then dive down to release a pulse surge, and finally pull up slightly and throw out a short spear with a snake head fruit.

But this time, just as they were about to fly into the range of the enemy's long-range troops, Hoyaz waved his hand violently and led the Wind King's troops to suddenly increase their altitude!

When the shadow covered the sky above Eivor's ranged troops, the cloth bags around the wind kings' waists opened, and green beads spread out like dandelions!
Deadly and beautiful.

A smile appeared on Hoyaz's lips.

Not only did the Eivor people learn how to grow in war, but their Eagle Army was no idiots either!
Tactics always change, that's the beauty of war.

One by one, poisonous balls fell to the ground and landed on the Eivor soldiers.

Even at such a height, those snakehead fruits have no ability to hurt people.

An archer was hit on the head by a snake-head fruit. He raised his hand to hold it and was stunned for a moment.

It looks so crystal clear, just like a gem. If the archer had picked it up in the wild, he would have thought it was a treasure.

What on earth was that? Was the other party trying to throw treasures to disrupt the morale of the army?

bang——

The snake head fruit, which had suffered a severe impact, suddenly exploded!

Thick green mist spread out.

"Cough cough cough-"

Throwing the broken fruit to the ground, the archer inhaled a large mouthful of smoke, which made his throat hurt and itchy as if it was burned by fire. He unconsciously bent over and began to cough.

Saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth and his eyes began to feel sore again.

He rubbed the corners of his eyes with the back of his hands, but the pain only grew stronger and stronger.

As soon as he put his arm down, a stream of blood spurted out.

Then he saw that a sticky substance had appeared on the back of his hand at some point. It was a mixture of black and white, and was still flowing with mucus.

That's...my eyes!?

"what--"

A shrill scream burst out from the archer's throat, and at the same time, a ball of minced meat came out of his roar.

A sharp pain came from his chest, breathing became more and more difficult, and he felt his lungs filling with blood.

He held his breath and no longer cared about military discipline. Amid screams, he closed his eyes and blindly chose a direction to rush forward in the thick smoke where he could not tell the direction.

Suddenly, all the sounds disappeared, and he felt two wet marks on his temples.

When the pressure in his lungs reached its limit, he had to open his mouth to breathe, but the first breath he took choked out dense, warm, and salty blood.

As his strength was drained away from his body along with the blood, he fell to the ground with a bang. His body began to spasm. Every breath brought greater pain, and his heart was beating like a drum!
The heartbeat grew stronger and stronger, and then...

Stop suddenly.

The archer's body stiffened and he completely lost consciousness and his life.

Similar ways of death are not uncommon in the poisonous smoke.

Hoyaz in mid-air was very satisfied with his victory - as far as the eye could see, the two legions were almost completely covered by thick green smoke.

This time, the Wind King’s troops threw out at least 3000 snakehead fruits at one time.

This is the heritage and confidence of the Eagle Territory.

And now, it's time to launch a real attack!
dysprosium--

He grabbed the whistle on his chest and blew out a few rhythms, then led the entire Wind King's troops to dive down!
Under the city wall, Lancha also seized this opportunity and shouted out orders:

"charge--"

Cooperate with the Wind King's troops and win the victory in this local battlefield in one fell swoop!

Lancha's soldiers howled and rushed forward, brandishing their weapons. They had been suppressed for too long, and now they were holding back a rage that was difficult to vent!

What's more, they were the ones who had to bear the threats from the Wind King before, but now the Wind King is on their side.

It’s time to experience what it means to have a favorable battlefield!

However, at this moment, the earth suddenly shook.

Then, golden rays of light began to meander and penetrate along the ground, and then a dazzling flash of light burst out into the sky like a volcanic eruption!
Wherever it passed, the thick green poisonous fog was instantly dispersed, annihilated, and eliminated, as if it had never existed. All that was left were the snakehead fruits on the ground that were cracked like eggshells!

The soldiers who were originally tortured by the poisonous fog were surprised to find that they seemed to have just experienced a nightmare, and the discomfort in their bodies had completely disappeared.

"Third-level ritual magic, purifying force field!"

Lancha, who was charging with the army, had his pupils constricted: "Oh no, it's Bishop Hemingway!"

Bishop Hemingway, bishop of Chaiqiao District, third-level divine magician!
But even for him, if he wanted to put this kind of ritual magic into practice, he would need a huge amount of supplies and sufficient preparation.

This is a trap!
"Retreat quickly, retreat quickly--" Lancha looked up and shouted loudly, thinking of the Wind King's troops in the air.

But it's too late!

Although the long-range troops of the two legions on the ground suffered heavy losses, there were still about 8000 soldiers left. Among them, some elite soldiers raised their heads and shot out feather arrows in unison!
Thousands of feather arrows flew into the sky.

As early as the moment the smoke disappeared, Hoyaz had already become alert, and seeing this, he immediately blew the trumpet on his chest again!
Three long and one short, a storm vortex!

A strong wind suddenly rises!

The feather arrow in the air, just like the previous times, was hit horizontally and flew back to the camp of the long-range troops, making them taste the bitter fruit of their own actions.

But after all, the number of the enemy was too large. Although it caused a certain degree of chaos, it could not make the enemy lose its combat effectiveness.

After the storm, Hoyaz immediately ordered to increase the altitude to avoid the rain of arrows that might follow.

However, at this moment.

On the ground, a team of archers hidden among the long-range soldiers, under the command of Ernada, slowly pulled the longbows in their hands and aimed at the Wind King's troops.

They were all covered in leather armor, but when they looked up now, they could see that everyone's skin was dark!

There are 100 people in total, each of them is a dark elf.

This is a team of archers composed of dark elves!

Dark elves, also known as drow and Dunmer, evolved from the elves and are the best hunters!

"Ready—" Ernada stroked the bloody thorn tattoo on her wrist, and then a ferocious longbow appeared in her hand.

She drew an arrow from the quiver at her waist and put it on the string, opening the bow like a full moon.

"shooting--"

101 enchanted feather arrows were shot at the advancing Wind King's troops.

The speed of these feather arrows far exceeds that of ordinary feather arrows, like meteors rushing upwards!
Puff puff--

Feathers fell and blood splattered!

In an instant, more than 10 wind kings let out sharp and shrill cries. Even though the wind kings were tenacious and did not die, their speed suddenly slowed down.

Hoyaz saw that his partner "Green Spot"'s wing was hit by a feather arrow, and the blood flowing from around the wound was not red, but a heart-pounding black color!
The arrows are poisonous!

The archers on the ground have already raised their bowstrings.

Seeing this situation, Hoyaz suppressed the panic in his heart and ordered loudly: "All injured wind kings, dive with me and kill those dark elves!"

"Everyone else, take off and stand by. Banks will be in command while I'm away!!"

Banks shouted, "No, if we're going to leave, let's leave together. It's not time to give up yet!"

"I'm the captain!" Hoyaz's voice left no doubt: "Follow orders!"

"Injured Wind King, follow me and charge!"

After saying that, he dived down first!

Behind him were 11 injured Wind Kings!

Banks looked at his friend's back and clenched his fists, but had to accept his order: "Retreat--"

The long-range troops on the ground aimed at the 12 lonely Wind Kings in the air and pulled the bowstrings again!

A surging rain of arrows shot up, like a rising wall!

"Please, use it again--"

Hoyaz blew the trumpet.

Three long and one short, violent storm!

The 12 wind kings flapped their wings together, and all the magic elements flowing in their bodies due to their severe injuries gathered on their secondary wings, and a fierce storm blew away!
A Wind King can release his innate magic four times a day, but there needs to be a considerable interval between them.

If you release the same kind of innate magic twice in a row, you will not be able to use any magic for the next three days!
The innate magic displayed by the 12 Wind Kings was far from comparable to that of 100. This time they only managed to break through a gap in the wall, but many arrows still broke through the fierce wind!
More blood was spilled.

But the wind kings are not pampered pets, they are the kings of the sky, and they are real beasts of war!!

The pain aroused their ferocity instead, and at the urging of their master, they sped down towards the drow troops led by Ernada!!!
"Impossible! Once infected by the Dark Oil, even a Level 3 Magical Beast can't resist it! How is it possible to maintain this kind of physical strength?" Ernada was horrified.

Wait, it's a purification field! ?

The divine magician's purification field does not distinguish between friend and foe. It not only purifies the toxins on the battlefield, but also removes the toxins from the bodies of these wind kings!

Could it be that the commanders of these wind kings had already thought of this and launched such a desperate charge? ?
What a keen sense of battlefield smell!
But no matter what, their numbers are still too small!
Ernada once again aimed at the swooping Wind King.

But before her drow archers could draw their bowstrings, twelve spears flashing with cold light suddenly dropped from the backs of the wind kings.

The Wind King's troops don't just rely on the Wind King himself to fight!
The spears broke through the sky, drawing an elegant arc, and then pierced fiercely into the neat formation.

Blood splattered.

Even though the drow were much stronger than humans, and even though their reactions were quicker than humans, facing these angry spears that fell from the sky, their fate was no different from that of humans.

The spears pierced their chests, heads and skulls, nailing them to the ground. Some of them passed through the chests of the drow in the front row and entered the abdomens of the drow in the back row.

12 javelins took away 17 drow lives!

"shooting--"

Ernada shot an arrow in anger, and her drow archers came to their senses and launched a counterattack!

20 meters, only 20 meters away.

At this distance, even a young child among the drow wouldn't miss!
Suddenly, a figure jumped high from the back of one of the wind kings.

He was only wearing leather armor, and wielding an enchanted longsword in his hand. The blade was covered in aqua-blue.

Bi Bo's fighting spirit! ?
A hint of surprise arose in Ernada's heart, followed by an unbearable smile.

Bi Bo Dou Qi, is there anyone who practices this kind of Dou Qi that has no lethality?
This person is none other than Hoyaz.

He used to be upset about awakening his Bi Bo Dou Qi, but now, he is grateful for this gift from fate.

"Heavenly Serpent—Water Curtain!"

He swung the long sword in his hand horizontally, and the green fighting spirit spread out from the sword edge. Then the blood scattered on the ground flowed back and turned into a layer of blood-colored water curtain as his sword passed!
Dozens of feather arrows pierced through the water curtain, but they had lost their power and then stabbed back upside down.

At the same time, 11 more spears were thrown out from behind the remaining 11 wind kings!
Dodododo——

"what!!!"

Seeing the drow around her falling one by one, Ernada's pretty features almost twisted together, and murderous intent filled her.

The life span of the drow is much longer than that of humans, but the price is that reproduction is extremely difficult.

These 100 drow archers accounted for 1/5 of the men in her family, and were also the only assets she could control!
But now it has lost nearly 1/3 in one go!

She drew the longbow in her hand and aimed it at the man in mid-air, waiting to snipe him to death as soon as he landed!

But at this moment his Wind King flew under him.

The height is now less than 10 meters.

For the Wind King, this distance can be reached in the blink of an eye!
11 wind kings rushed into the group of drow with fierce wind pressure!
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(End of this chapter)