Chapter 1290 Three Natural Disasters

After a brief exchange, the Lords of the Sun and Moon showed their supreme power. This was the first time in a thousand years that Mazdamuddin fought side by side with his brothers since Lord Odo Harlan fell into a deep sleep under the influence of the evil moon.

Even without the help of the spiritual vein giant network, Mazdamuddin was still one of the most powerful spellcasters in the world. He raised his arms high and opened his mouth as if to swallow the magic wind of the entire kingdom into his stomach. The resonance that the material world could not show was fierce in Shilan's mind.

Those magical auras polluted by chaos were transformed into tools to hurt the servants of the enemy through Shilan's hands.

Several cracks spread indiscriminately towards the earth with Mazdamuddin as the center. When his mouth closed, the clearly visible traces had spread a hundred meters.

No one wanted to guess what was going to happen. The two monsters were scary enough, and there were two strange giant toads whose details were unknown...

The Norscans had no way to retreat. They were not afraid of life and death in the wrath of the Blood God, and the humans who were supposed to be friendly forces were a little tricky at this time.

The cracks spread quickly, and after the endless darkness swallowed the trapped corpses, they rushed towards the humans.

The prophetess led the saints to stop the terrible spell that destroyed the land of Bretonnia. If Slan was allowed to show his power, this place would become a broken island after the war.

The wizards who believed in the lady often did amazing things on some occasions...

They asked the knights and peasants not to retreat, to prove their piety to the lady with courage, and to face the natural disasters created by the big frogs.

Gross roared, asking his men to evacuate quickly. He kicked away the staff who were still fiddling with the equipment: "Go! Don't worry about these junk!"

There are not many stories in the new world, but they are very real. The Tyrannosaurus wandering in the jungle has attracted the attention of many humans, and the final conclusion is that it is better to stay in the Isthmus of Lustria.

It is rumored that the lizards can destroy a city and push down mountains with their bodies, and the rumors about Slan are even more terrifying...

Many people who were lucky enough to survive the snake-rat holy war vividly described how Slan controlled the weather and let thunder and rainstorms fall on the Skaven.

The abyss has descended, and several cracks that can swallow up the carriages and horses have gradually opened. The efforts of the female wizards are meaningless to Slan, and many sons of Bretonnia have fallen into darkness.

The next thing that exterminated the cities was the derivative effects according to their respective characteristics. Some rumors said that Master Ma changed his usual habit of throwing friends into the Tyrannosaurus pit and changed to cremation.

The lava gushing out from the ground, dragging with it poisonous gases, surged out, and the flames and sprays a hundred meters high turned this place into a purgatory on earth.

The screams and prayers of those who were unfortunate enough to encounter them were mixed together, blending into an ironic scene with the clamour of the Slann.

If you want to get the Slann's forgiveness, the best way is to beg, shouting that you have shed blood for the great plan, but unfortunately no one knows about this...

The surging magma flows into the ocean, forming a solidified black rock block that stretches for a thousand meters.

This gave the Norscans room to breathe, at least they found a passable road.

But as soon as they landed, what awaited them was not the solidified and cooled magma, but the spell of Lord Odo Harlan.

There are now five second-generation Slann, the most famous of which is Mazdamuddi, followed by Hunni Aitanqui. The former's proficiency in the wind of Aksha can be regarded as a gift from the ancient saints, and the latter's manipulation of shadows is enough to protect one side.

As the Lord of the Moon City, Odo Harlan, who was in charge of the divination of the Lizardmen, studied the Wind of Agil, which could only be called a miracle.

A gust of wind flew from the sea in his mind. He did not need to control the magic wind. He only relied on his mind to change the physical laws of the world.

Following the gust of wind, there were gradually thicker dark clouds, thunder surged here, and hundreds of dazzling blue lights shattered the lava channel created by Mazdamuddi, letting the rubble and corpses float on the sea together.

"It's really... boring." Imrick looked back at the situation on the land from time to time. He wanted to see the attitude of Laun. If the elves took the initiative to release goodwill, would the pious heart still be stubborn.

But after the two Slann did it, a corner of the Bretonnian territory had been broken into pieces. This was not support, it was simply assisting the Norscans and helping them to accomplish a great feat that they could never achieve in their lifetime.

Minasnil shook his head and lured Slan over, which consumed a lot of his energy. Fortunately, he had just forcibly cut off the passage connecting to the City of Mist. If Huini Aitankui had appeared together, he might have fallen into the sea due to exhaustion.

Speaking of which... Is Slan so idle? A simple summoning coordinate can easily attract him.

Pausing the offensive, Lao Mi turned around and looked at the land. He witnessed the killing of the lizard. His eyes gradually closed and he let out an unhappy growl in his throat.

"Your Excellency... That lizard that killed many dragons, I really should have another ancient fight with it."

"Don't think about it. It's all old calendar from the dawn of creation. Turning it out will only lead to a small pattern..." In order to stabilize Lao Mi's emotions, Imrick also chose to talk nonsense and make racial jokes casually.

"Think about it from another perspective. There are less than 20 lizards left in the mortal world, and the Caledor Fire Dragons still occupy the sky and cover the land. We have won."

"Clown mentality."

Obviously, this joke did not make Lao Mi happy. The dragon flapped its wings and prepared to make a big move.

When the dark clouds gathered into a thousand-meter shadow, Lord Odo Harlan stopped casting. He had prepared a huge comet as a gift to the servant of the great enemy, but he didn't expect that the dragon took away the control of the wind of magic.

Shilan naturally had the ability to keep the control of the wind of magic, but the identity of the dragon was not simple. It was the servant of the ancient saint, which was roughly equivalent to the relationship between Master Ke and Taibok.

The wind of magic gathered by Shilan, plus the majestic control brought by Lao Mi's huge body, led to a phenomenon.

The giant meteorite sliding down from the sky was like a double-tailed comet hanging in the sky many years ago, but the target of this comet was Bretonnia, not Modheim.

Zun Zun, who was fighting with the northerners, changed his face and looked at the meteorite comet sliding down from the sky in disbelief. With his keen eyesight, he intuitively saw that the size of the meteorite was not even inferior to him.

"Is this giant dragon going to kill me..." After mocking himself, the venerable extended his virtual right palm forward, and grabbed the petite Kuimok from a distance of 100 meters.

"Ku Jia!"

The lizardman lord, who had already felt the gathering of magic, skillfully hung his claws on the palm of the terrifying lizard to avoid the impending catastrophe.

A meteorite fell, like a natural disaster... In the desperate cry, the map will be rewritten. (End of this chapter)