The flagpole came out of hand.

Arian watched it sucked into the sky and disappeared in an instant in the cloudy sky.

He looked blankly at the black storm protruding from the clouds.

The rotating black clouds were growing rapidly, exploring rapidly, like a twisted ghost dancing strangely.

His consciousness was still a little confused, and his body was shaking. The frantic airflow made him difficult to breathe.

The funnel-shaped storm was getting closer and closer to the ground, and its lower end had already enveloped the entire military formation.

The wood chips and sand flying around kept hitting his helmet, and the jingling sound finally made him regain some consciousness.

"hurricane!"

Everything is too late.

Under his desperate gaze, the lower end of the storm touched the ground.

Yalian heard the shouting vaguely.

Many people shouted.

But only for a moment.

The howling wind drowned everything.

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The heat that enveloped the battlefield had been swept away, replaced by howling winds.

The enemies on the city wall have been cleared.

Geralt put down the long knife in his hand.

Yennafa and Fringigera stopped the spell in their hands.

Vatir wiped the blood from his face.

Enhill stood on the wall under the protection of several imperial guards.

Everyone stared at the terrifying scene in the distance in horror.

A huge black cylinder a hundred meters thick led directly to the black clouds above the battlefield, penetrated between the sky and the earth, and was slowly moving.

The entire sky was slowly rotating around the storm as the center, like a bowl of stirred black water, which made people dizzy at first glance.

Where the storm meets the ground is a cloud of dust that seems to have solidified, which is sand and mud swept by the strong wind, like a slowly rotating millstone, ruthlessly crushing the army of the Valedi family.

The entire Valedi army had turned into a group of scattered ants, fleeing in panic.

But the speed of human movement is almost negligible compared to this storm.

Wherever the storm went, the already chaotic torch light was instantly extinguished.

One infantry phalanx after another was wiped out of thin air.

The storm is mixed with countless tiny silver fragments that reflect glimmer of light.

Those are the ones who are caught in the sky.

A few raindrops fell on people's faces.

Thunder roared and heavy rain poured down.

Tris climbed up from the ground and lay weakly on the battlement: "Zac, is this... your magic?"

Zach shook his head: "It's your magic, I just guided out part of the power of the Meligod Hailstorm."

"My spell?" The red-haired warlock was puzzled.

Yenne Law captured the more critical message: "Only part?"

Her eyes were still staring at the storm that was raging in the distance.

"Yes, there is still a lot of energy still accumulated in the clouds, but I can't do anything about it." He spread his hands: "A truly efficient Nine-ring spell can destroy the entire city of Goswellen. So there should be a lot of improvement in the Meligod Hailstorm."

"Oh..." Tris nodded blankly.

Zach looked at the plains of the storm again, and something attracted his attention in the dust brought by the storm.

Those were a few cavalrymen.

They were covered in armor, and the war horses under their crotch were running towards Goswellen.

Soon more knights rushed out of the smoke and dust.

At the forefront was a tall knight.

He took out the horn from his waist, and the loud horn sounded throughout the battlefield.

The Knights began to reorganize their formation and charged towards Goswellen City.

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Vatir wiped the rain from his face and stared at the approaching cavalry team.

The entire Valedi army was almost strangled by the hurricane, but hundreds of knights rushed out of the storm's influence.

The spy leader quickly came to his senses and began to think about countermeasures in his mind.

The combat effectiveness of the knights cannot be underestimated, not to mention that the defenders on the city wall have suffered heavy casualties.

At first glance, the city wall was already covered with blood, and the scattered Nifgaard soldiers could not even cover the entire city wall, and more were piled up with corpses.

Although the form is still not optimistic, the joy of victory has begun to emerge in Vatir's heart.

What he feared the most before was that the Valedian army relied on its numerical advantage to slowly destroy the vitality of the defenders, and the loose offensive formation made it difficult for the warlocks to use their fists.

He glanced at the tower not far away. The black-haired mage was talking to several sorcerers, as if he was no longer planning to interfere.

The spy chief moved his sore shoulders and sighed at the venue.

He had been watching before whether Zach would take action, and he even doubted whether the other party could really turn the situation around.

After all, killing dozens of people and annihilation of thousands of people is not the same concept.

As a result, the entire Vatir army was easily erased by his two spells.

Now that the other party has done his own work, if Nifgaard can't even deal with this little knight under the city, it will only be looked down upon by people.

The spy chief picked up the helmet from the ground and put it on his head again.

Just as he was about to issue the whole team order, a yellow portal suddenly opened beside him, and a man jumped out of it and grabbed his shoulder.

The spy leader, who was startled and almost blinded by Huang Guang, raised his sword and slashed, but the familiar voice made him stop the movement in his hand.

"Vatir! Let everyone retreat quickly!"

"Dorigale?" Rubbing his eyes, Vatir finally saw the visitor clearly.

At this time, Dorigare was covered in blood and a crossbow arrow was inserted on his shoulder.
Chapter completed!