There are always many accidents in war, and at this moment Squall was faced with an accident that made him angry and funny: Grande refused to fight.

Although Grande is already a super-level magical beast, he still morbidly retains the nature of a ghoul - he only eats corpses, and will vomit at the sight of blood and wounds. In this way, where can he fight! He cringed and crawled forward, taking care not to step on the enemy, and Scowl cursed angrily. After scolding, the situation worsened, and Grande cried and fled to the side, refusing to get close to this strange uncle who only had one arm left.

After confirming that this stupid big man was not a threat, a long halberd in the first class cabin of Liberty poked down, wanting to amputate Frankie's leg, but he quickly stopped it with a disease-free moan. This pair of gods have been fighting for so many days, and they have an in-depth understanding of each other's skills, and it is really not easy to distinguish the winner from the loser. But it doesn't matter, Frankie's combat power is declining, Grande is crying again, and the creatures players can't say it anymore. The necromantic creatures are defeated again.

The two sides parted tacitly and returned to the camp. In this battle, there were more losses from the necromantic creatures.

"Aha~~~ Abominable trigger, next time you dare to shoot and see......"

Moaning innocently, he landed lightly and walked towards Scowl. Although he was smiling, anyone who saw this smile knew that he was angry. If he wasn't angry, you wouldn't be able to explain why he was holding a top hat in his left hand and a cane in his right hand and stabbing it so hard that his sleeves were covered in blood. When he moves, a few feathers will fly from his hat.

"What are you poking in?" Skoll asked curiously.

"You really ~~~ want to know?" He moaned and laughed, his eyes were as cold as the lights on the ice sculpture exhibition, no matter how they were refracted, reflected, and filtered, they all had an unbearable coldness.

"When I didn't say it...... Mr. Thaumaturgist, I would like to ask you to do one thing! Let's have the next heavy snowfall, the bigger the better! Skoll confidently said, "As long as you can snow, I can deceive the bald eagle!" ”

"Imitate a weather mage? You can be regarded as the right person, looking at the whole ~~~ 'gospel', only I can replace the clouds and the rain, hahaha! If you can deceive the bald eagle, it will be more ~~~ meaningful! ”

After listening to Scowl's plea, the chill in the eyes of the disease-free moans subsided, and it turned into the exaggerated, Broadway actor's characteristic expression. He flicked his top hat, causing it to spin and fly off into the distance. I don't know if it was because of the air flow or because of something else, but the top hat soared and disappeared into the clouds. After a while, the clouds grew larger and darker. It turned into a giant broken sack of salt, as snow and hail were blown down by the wind like salt and poured down on the camp of the living player! In the blink of an eye, the camp was covered with a dry layer of white!

[Jewel Wheel] - Water, Ice, Wind Compound Magic, [Ice Storm]!

"How? Powerful~~~ harmful, right? ”

"It's amazing. Please let this snow fall on Dorudavis. Skoll looked at the scattered white, as if he was confident.

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"Gothic" continent, St. Brie's Cathedral, Cardinal's Office.

In a small conference room, a small round table is set up with several reports on the table. The three red-robed archbishops sat in a triangular shape at the round table, and a faint holy light emanated from them, sometimes as birds, sometimes as flowers, sometimes as cherubs. There is no doubt that they are all the high-ranking people in the Holy See, and they are the backbone of the existence of the Holy See.

"Even Jonny has encountered great resistance, and the Necromantic King of the 'Gospel' is not to be underestimated. Dangerous seedlings...... It's grown. An archbishop slammed the pieces on the table in an unkind tone. The pawn is the "knight".

"Hmm." Another archbishop replied. His hand, which was softer and whiter than a woman, stretched out, as if to pick up a chess piece, hesitated and retracted.

"M, it's really time for us to deal with him."

"Does it work? The New World Tree grows, and Dev Brie has a destined connection with him. The June sun can't be stopped. It's not just him, every new generation of Necromantic Kings is growing at an astonishing rate, and they all have powerful guardians behind them. ”

"We can only watch?"

"Light and darkness have always been balanced, and blind suppression may not be a good thing."

"Balance?" The other party sneered: "That's right, light and darkness are balanced, and that's because of the continuous efforts of the despicable people who act on behalf of the darkness, which can achieve balance." We are not gods, and we should clean the world according to the teachings, instead of saying pretended words like you. ”

"N, we don't need to send more people. Bishop Dance of Justice has been spreading faith in the 'Gospel' and gradually destroying the foundations of the cult. The third archbishop said.

"Is that so......" The archbishop known as "N" reached out and rummaged through the chess, but did not find the corresponding piece, and sighed: "The chess piece outside the chessboard." ”

"No, the world is a chessboard where light and darkness play a game, and no one is out of it." The Archbishopric Tract known as "M".

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In Olquila, conflict is on the verge of breaking out.

The frequent good news from the front made many of the commanders of the Coalition Army uneasy. They were ordered not to let the Astantes get all their exploits, but were the adventurers and puppet troops led by the Bald Eagle counted as the Astantes? If you think about it differently, you may have a short circuit in your head, but the military will not be embarrassed. They sounded their trumpets and lined up in a tight marching formation, trying to march forward. But at this moment, the archers on the walls of Doludeves suddenly increased, enveloping the combined army in the range of [Arrow Rain].

"Field Marshal Scott, please, come out and explain, what do you mean by your country? We're allies, and you're trying to stop us? A general shouted. His roar was "coercive", and his voice could be heard four or five miles away.

Seeing that no one cared about him, a general from Seru Vega laughed and said disdainfully, "Scott, are you just going to hide far away?" Coward! "The way the archers fought was always looked down upon by the Seruviga, it is well known. The soldiers of Seruvega also burst into laughter, rather disrespectful, but no one cared.

A man in an overcoat came to the wall with one hand on the wall tiles. His small action brought endless pressure, like a king of beasts overlooking the earth. His eyes were rather wicked, and those who were targeted would have weak legs and a sore bladder, so the laughter of the Seruviga people gradually stopped, as if they had been choked. He was Scott Thornmas, the commander-in-chief of the Astante Army. The two guards held bows and quivers, and stood as straight as arrows.

"I'm a soldier, not a politician, and I don't want to talk to you about diplomatic rhetoric. All I know is that I'm going to be angry if you insist on moving forward. Scott's voice is not big or small, but he can shoot into everyone's ears as accurately as an arrow, so that everyone can hear it clearly, which shows that his mastery of "coercion" is very high, and even the momentum can be twisted into a force.

The crowd was in an uproar. For politics, many things can't be put on the table, and even if they do, they have to be said in vague and tortuous terms, but Scotter has no scruples and debunks the facts very rudely and directly, which is not in accordance with the rules. It had long been heard that Marshal Astante was even more reckless than the Seruvigas, but no one expected him to be so reckless. It is impossible for any person in a position of authority with a city government to say such a thing.

"Aren't you afraid of making enemies with my country? There are armies of other countries here, and if war breaks out because of you, you are the sinner of Astant! A foreign general blushed and shouted angrily.

"I'm ambitious, but I'm not stupid. I know that if I shoot you, it will start a war. Maybe you think I'm going to be replaced? When it comes time to go to war with you, Your Majesty will have to reuse me, because there is no one else who can take on this task but me! So, I don't suffer! ”

Scott said, taking the weapon from the guard's hand and slowly firing his bow and arrow. He pulled slowly, because the momentum was intensifying, condensing, and pouring into the arrows. Such a slow preparation was enough for a hen to escape far away, but the officers of the Combine Army could not move, and if they did, they would probably die! It was only then that they suddenly remembered one thing: Scott Thornmas, the "Evil Eye", was the Marshal of Astant, and he was also the strongest archer in the military, with heroic strength.

It is true that there are many things that the superior needs to be afraid of, but if it is accompanied by a hero-level identity, then what he said is extremely reasonable. Now the hero pointed his bow at them......

"Don't worry about my career, worry about your lives." Scott laughed fiercely, and everyone's faces turned gloomy.

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Astant, Command.

After answering the message, one player reported to Bald Eagle: "News from the battlefield, it's snowing!" ”

"It's impossible for Olquila to snow, it's man-made." Bald Eagle asked a few words into a magic communicator, and said, "The clouds are gone, and the rain is gone, and it has nothing to do with her." She's running around in the wilderness, and there's still some credibility to her words. ”

"It's moaning. Looking at the whole 'Gospel', there is no one but him who can imitate meteorological magic. The free first class snorted, and the war intent in his eyes was blazing.

"Why did Squill let the moans snow? Stalling my feet? That's not as convenient as acid rain. So, there must be a deeper reason for him. Either run away, or try to fight back. However, there will be no accidents. The bald eagle muttered to himself, turned his head and ordered, "Take a sample of the snow and analyze the composition as soon as possible." Immediately make a photocopy of the battlefield map, mark the area affected by the heavy snowfall, and mark the amount of snow, and send it within an hour. Also, I'm going to talk to Scott and contact him right away. ”