The high-pitched sound waves even swallowed up all the noise, but strangely made the world silent, and people could no longer hear a single sound.

Then the terror passed by like a screaming explosion, like a strong wind. Everyone subconsciously moved backwards, and the terrifying shock wave passed over the battlefield like a bright ring, and then no matter whether it was the light infantry

, heavy infantry, or knights riding on the ground dragon, were all lifted up by the strong wind and flew back for more than ten meters before falling down on the meadow again.

At that moment, the entire valley shook, as if the northern branch of the Alek Mountains was about to collapse.

The white light instantly cut off the connection from Mount Machenko to Mount Veliko.

a long time.

When Vitokin finally got up from the ground and regained consciousness, he looked at the battlefield ahead and couldn't help but his mind went blank. The heavy cavalry sequence of Field's column had completely disappeared, and half of the heavy infantry had also disappeared.

Stevenson's column on the side also disappeared by nearly a third.

Mount Machenko has almost disappeared, and Mount Veliko has been flattened by nearly half.

There was only a deep rift on the ground between the two mountains. Below the rift was like an abyss, shrouded in white mist. But Count Vitokin had not had time to find out from his muddy mind.

Any order suitable for the current situation, those dense white fogs seem to come to life, they continue to rise upwards, and then combine into a huge, rotating tornado.

All the people who were still alive couldn't help but raise their heads and look up at the storm that was tens of meters high from the ground and was rapidly expanding - it was obviously not just a wind, because everyone felt a huge pressure coming down.

On the battlefield.

And a majestic voice immediately resounded throughout the battlefield.

"Humble mortal, thank you for unlocking the seal for me," a thunderous voice came out in the wind - the storm clouds in the sky were gathering above its head, and the rain on the battlefield seemed to become heavier in an instant, and the clouds

Thunder and lightning also began to shuttle between them, and then thunder and lightning gathered on the whirlwind, "But I hate someone disturbing the elegance of Feng Zhijing."

Amidst the vast rain.

Everyone around Brando was stunned by this sudden change, but he was the only one who raised his head and looked at this extremely familiar scene, feeling nothing but wonder in his heart.

Even the lines for the appearance have not changed.

Then there should be no change in this guy's temper, haha.

At the other end of the battlefield, Garlok the Stranger suddenly changed his expression. The great wizard who was casting a spell suddenly turned around and shouted anxiously to Count Vitokin: "Get your men ready to fight quickly, or it will be too late.

Got it!"

In fact it's too late.

The storm suddenly let out an extremely dissatisfied snort: "What is this..." One of the clouds hit the silver line of law looming in the air, and then burst out a bright arc of electricity, "Dismantle the spell?"

"

"You actually used the dismantling spell to attack me?"

"You are seeking death, insects."

Garlock raised his head and looked pale as he watched countless thunder and lightning whirlpools suddenly appear above his head, and then countless lightning bolts extended out of these whirlpools.

For a while.

There was a lightning storm on the battlefield.

…(To be continued..
Chapter completed!