【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

Chapter 65 Flower of Wind (3)

The song of resistance broke through the strong wind.

Every time they conquered a place, they would look up and stare at the tower.

The poet climbed up to the high platform piled up by the ruins, caressed the somewhat dilapidated harp, and sang about the dawn that was within reach.

The girl looked at him in fascination——

He was probably like this when he was alone in the city, to awaken those freedoms that people had forgotten.

"Does it sound good?"

The young man had already jumped off the high platform and lightly flicked the girl on the forehead:

"If you like, I'll teach you after we win."

The girl hugged her knees and looked at him, suppressing the discomfort in her heart, and smiled a little deliberately:

"Can Bao teach you how to do it?"

The young man also laughed and poked the wind elf who was playing the strings:

"Based on teaching and learning, it has learned everything."

"Oh, why is our perfect archer so sad?"

The boy held the girl's face, deliberately looked left and right, and turned the girl's head away. He didn't let go until the girl was so dizzy that she couldn't bear it anymore.

"Don't worry, we will win."

The girl looked into the boy's smiling eyes, and an inexplicable hope ignited in her heart:

"Yes, we...will win."

This sentence was heard by the knight on the side, and he cleared his throat:

"We will win!"

The knight is very popular in the army. After hearing the knight's voice, the originally noisy environment fell silent for a moment, and a loud and impactful voice came out from nowhere:

"We will win!"

This time it came from several corners.

"We will win! We will win! We will win!..."

This time it's all.

There were even a few excited people who stood up, faced their comrades, and raised their fists to the sky:

"We will win!"

The girl was inspired by this atmosphere at some point and raised her fists along with the crowd.

She looked at each of the faces with emotion - she wanted to cry.

Even if the girl already knew the outcome of everything, she couldn't stay out of it at this time.

This kind of touch was something she couldn't feel in the earth's veins, and no words in the history books could make people immerse themselves in it.

We will win.

Not because she's from the future.

But she sincerely believed in everyone in front of her.

She sincerely wants to create a future of "freedom" with this group of people.

When they finally stepped under the tower, they realized how different the gods were from them.

Even the wind elves, who are only one step away from the godhood, cannot compete with the divine power of Dickapian.

The girl was braving the wind behind a boulder and reconnecting the knight's dislocated arm while pulling someone.

"Even if you are trying to save someone, you must be careful at all times."

"Okay, I got it." The knight grimaced in pain - there was some element of performing to please the girl.

The girl used some force on her hands to make the grin more realistic, and then burst into laughter.

"A few of us collected some gravel, wrapped it in cut clothes, and tied it around our waists. Would it be better?"

"It's been a big help. I'll send it to them soon."

Having said that, under the strong hurricane, their offense made no progress.

"We must find a way to break through the wind field here, otherwise Andrius and the wolves will not be able to attack."

The poet leaned against the girl panting——

After experiencing war and suffering, the defense of men and women is no longer worth mentioning.

"But, it's been so many days, why hasn't Dickapian shown up yet?"

The girl hurriedly took care of the wounded and pursed her lips slightly.

"Probably, I don't like it."

These days, because the tower is always surrounded by wind fields, the girl has no chance to face the enemy head-on. She can only use a relatively safe area to add shields to her comrades who are attacking head-on, and defeat the wind puppets created by Dikalpian. , take care of the wounded.

The girl could also clearly feel that the poet and knight deliberately prevented her from being exposed to the sight of Dick Lapian.

But there was no other way. Even with the girl's physique, she would be overturned before taking two steps in the wind field, and there was no way to carry out basic combat.

Because they had considered this situation in advance, most of the team was made up of strong men - despite this, many people were still defeated by the strong wind.

Flesh and blood need rest, but the energy of gods far exceeds that of mortals, and those created wind puppets will never sleep until they die in battle.

"Yesterday, the sylphs were able to shake up some wind fields."

The poet's fingertips were already trembling from holding the sword for a long time, but he still managed to show his spirit and pointed at the deployment plan.

"If we narrow the scope, we can create a safe path and we can attack it."

"But the problem is-"

The problem is that no matter which one of their three armies is taken out alone, they have no ability to defeat Diehlappian.

This is why they dare not act rashly.

The war reached a stalemate for a while, and if it continued like this, the rebels would only be dragged to death.

But the turnaround came suddenly—

That day, Diehlappian appeared in everyone's sight.

It was at the first light of day that the night watchman rang the bell urgently.

Diehlappian appeared. This was a first-level battle report. In an instant, everyone who could stand up entered a state of combat readiness, even the girl who had been at the rear.

The figure of Diehlappian became clearer as the sun rose. No one on the two sides made any move, they just remained in a stalemate.

It's full daylight.

Diehlappian can see everyone clearly——

People were still groveling to him as before, but he was surprisingly calm and just scanned the whole place indifferently, as if there was nothing worthy of his brief gaze.

Until he found the pure white figure.

The tower is too high, even a god cannot clearly see the girl's face, but he can lock her in an instant.

Dickapian frowned.

He couldn't figure out what he was thinking at all. After the first day of frantic searching, he thought he was hating.

If I see her again, I will use her as a sacrifice and hang her on this high tower.

But when he really saw her, He just wanted to recapture her.

This time, there can be no more soft-heartedness.

"Are you resisting me, Amos?"

Diehlappian's voice followed the wind and reached everyone's ears.

Almost everyone was confused. Only the poet looked at the girl in surprise when he heard the word "Amos".

"Amos"?

The girl held the bow transformed into a magic weapon in her hand. The moment she heard the so-called name, her hands tightened.