Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 443 God Conferring Ceremony
It is only when we wake up that the genius begins to break.

—Excerpt from "Walden" by Henry David Thoreau

This is a world that is both beautiful and heart-pounding, but also ancient and evil.

In this world of great heroes and extreme evil, magic, mystery and danger shroud the world.

Brave knights fearlessly explore the tombs of past kings for the sake of glory and riches.

Arrogant bandits lurk in the dark alleys of ancient towns, plotting their next crazy plan.

The pious priest uses the scepter and holy spells in his hand to fight against any evil forces that dare to harm the world.

Treacherous wizards and degenerates sack the ruins of abandoned kingdoms, delving into secrets too dark to see the light of day.

Dragons, demons, devils, savage tribes, vile humanoid races, and even all kinds of unimaginable evil creatures lurk in terrifying dungeons, endless caves, abandoned cities, and vast wildernesses, always ready to drink their prey of blood.

Under the gaze of the gods, the continent is controlled by great and noble heroes, irredeemable fallen, and huge and terrifying evil organizations.

There is also a group of protesters who do not succumb to fate, fighting bloody battles for their future in some inconspicuous corners of the whole world.

……

When the first dawn of the East appeared and the sun was twilight, the alliance army gathered in Pushang Town set out mightily.

The entire wilderness is covered with black soldiers, moving slowly like a tide.

Looking up, I saw brightly colored flags fluttering against the wind under the sky in the vast wilderness, bright armors shone with dazzling luster, jagged swords pierced straight into the sky, glowing with a cold light.

With the radiant glow falling on the vast land and everything waking up from a deep sleep, this silent and dignified army finally moved to an open plain outside the Serene Forest.

Thick dark clouds floated under the dawn-shrouded sky, and groups of ferocious vultures flew quietly from behind the jagged clouds. They hovered in the low sky, sending out bursts of high-pitched and piercing screams.

The alliance's army stopped advancing. The largest number of heavy infantry regiments was setting up an impenetrable steel wall. The crossbowmen were also adjusting their equipment. The casters were scattered in various formations in an orderly manner. Strictly protected.

For a normal spellcaster, one-third of the spells should be used to save life, another third of the spells should be used to assist in control and defense, and the last third of the spells are the real lethal spells.

But in this kind of positional warfare, the spells of most spellcasters are mainly large-scale destructive spells, with control as the auxiliary.As for their own safety, they depend entirely on the well-defended fighters in front of them.

At the same time, professionals proficient in the engineering department also began to unload various equipment from the carriage and assemble war equipment. Various large equipment such as light and heavy trebuchets, ballista ballistas, etc. were unreservedly displayed in the open wilderness.

The crossbow arrows as thick as a baby's arm were filled with crackling sounds, and boulders mixed with igniters were taken out of the space equipment and piled up next to the catapult, ready to go.

No matter where, as long as there is war, these war instruments are destructive weapons that are second only to magic.

"Boom boom boom!"

The dull battle horn was sounded. In the hobgoblin camp, a movable tower-shaped wooden building was pulled by a group of ogre slaves. The wooden wheels creaked and slowly moved forward, and finally came to the corner of the hobgoblin formation. front row.

On a tower tens of meters high, the leader of the hobgoblin Hruk with a dark red face threw the broken scarlet cloak behind him, revealing the heavy black armor with blood-red stripes, and then picked up a giant ax mixed with double-sided blood oozing , the sharp flail and the battle flag with striped thorn whips, they threw all their strength towards the center of the battlefield.

"boom!"

As the metal flagpole sank deeply into the center of the battlefield, there was a sound of hunting.

The leader of the hobgoblin raised the double-sided blood ax in his hand, and under the blessing of the amplification spell, he roared towards the alliance like rolling thunder:
"The bastards of the Emerald Field, under the watchful eyes of the great patron saint of goblins, the supreme war chief, the unrivaled war lord, the mighty Magrubie, the battle flag of the hobgoblin Heruk has been planted here. On a piece of land!

Now!Let the battle tell us who is the real master of this land! "

"For the glory of the Mighty One!" The hobgoblin leader raised the double-faced blood ax above his head and shouted at the top of his voice.

"For the glory of the Mighty One!" The shouts spread rapidly, and countless flickering sharp blades and battle flags fluttering in the wind were raised simultaneously. The elves' voices joined the hobgoblin leader's shout.

The hobgoblins were all seething, and so were their allies.

On the open wilderness, the fanatical shouts of the enemy army continued to rise, and the shouts shook the sky, echoing wave after wave.

The alliance's army was instantly overwhelmed by the hobgoblin's aura, so that there was a trace of commotion, and they all turned their attention to the army commander.

How much morale affects an army is obvious to everyone.

An army without morale, even if everyone in the army is the most capable, it is difficult to defeat a team of ordinary people who are united and have high morale.

At this moment, as soon as the army of the Five Towns Alliance collided with this hobgoblin army that was dominated by faith and then ruled by warlords, their morale was directly suppressed and they fell into a disadvantage.

In the projection of countless eyes.

The goblin wizard Malvisa, who was covered in black robes, walked silently to the front row of the team, followed by all the goblins, staring at the hobgoblin army with high morale.

When all the unsuspecting soldiers noticed the commander of the army, there was a little commotion. From time to time, someone with suspicious and worried eyes exclaimed in a low voice: "Why is our commander-in-chief a goblin!?"

"What's going on! Such an important war has been commanded by a goblin."

The silent goblin wizard led a group of similarly dressed goblins, and slowly walked to the forefront of the team.

She stared at the direction of the hobgoblin army, stretched out her small hand hidden in the sleeve robe, and gently took off the pointed hat on her head, her long black hair fluttering in the wind.

The goblin wizard slowly opened his arms, and his body gradually floated in midair.

The moment she stopped moving, she seemed to be affected by some mysterious force, and her aura suddenly changed, as if a boulder had been smashed into the calm lake, causing a stormy sea.

"Only when we wake up, the genius begins to dawn. If we have never experienced the darkest night, we will not be able to usher in the brightest dawn. Some people say that we are destined to fail. Because of failure, I decided to give it a go..."

Malvisa whispered words that no one could hear.

She raised her head slightly, a pair of deep pale red eyes met the bright sky, and groups of thick dark clouds condensed at an extremely fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, the entire sky darkened suddenly, as if some powerful force was brewing.

The terrible dark clouds rolled rapidly like thick smoke, swooped down from the highest peak, and immediately turned into a group of huge wild beasts. went in.

"What's the matter? It was fine just now, why did the day suddenly darken in the blink of an eye?"

"Is this the calm before the storm?"

"Look at the goblin wizards in Horn Town!"

……

The alliance army obviously started to riot, and they all raised their heads and turned their attention to the goblin wizard Malvisa who was still floating in midair.

Then, something unbelievable happened.

The goblin wizard, who seemed to be smashed to the ground by a thick dark cloud at any moment, was gradually shrouded in a faint light.

People can't help but feel a trace of solemnity and inviolable majesty, and they all withdraw their gazes, lowering their heads and not daring to look at them.

"Is it the power of divinity? What is she going to do?"

The priests from the Temple of Melika, the Church of the Mother Earth, and the believers of the God of War all sensed a familiar force.

This feeling is exactly the same as every time they pray to the gods they believe in.

Although this power is a bit insignificant, but the source is exactly the same.

This is a force full of divine brilliance.

"Could it be that she is planning to become a god?" Thinking of this, the faces of the pastors involuntarily showed a hint of shock, and a guess that even they themselves couldn't believe suddenly popped up in their minds.

However, it is possible that this incredible speculation could have happened right before their eyes.

Looking at the dark sky, the entire hobgoblin camp seemed to be choked suddenly, and all the exciting shouts were stopped at once.

"My lord's oracle has come true! Someone wants to steal my lord's divine power! Get involved in my lord's domain! She must be stopped! Damn goblin bastards! I feel that my lord's power has begun to slowly decline. She is planning to Take away the faith of all goblins."

A hobgoblin priest held the bright red holy emblem in his hand, let out a crazy roar, and roared: "Prepare for the ceremony! Welcome the incarnation of our lord to come!"

Meanwhile, in the hobgoblin army.

All the goblin warriors, including the slave cannon fodder, raised their heads and stared blankly at the figure shrouded in faint light in midair.

In the countless light red eyes, except for that figure, everything around them seems to be moving away from them...

this moment!
The whole world seemed to feel something.

Countless legendary powerhouses looked up at the sky, turned to the direction of the Corina Peninsula, and murmured involuntarily: "Represents goblins and wisdom? Who is planning to become a god? Are you crazy?"

(End of this chapter)