Heaven’s Intention

Before the war, there must be temptation.

Although the jihad has not yet started. Some tentative wars have already begun.

These battles before the full outbreak of jihad cannot even be called wars, but conflicts. In many seas, the fleets of the two sides meet in a narrow path, and then there is a violent battle.

Every day, there will be one or two battles in a certain place. Although the scale and impact are not big, it is like a thorn, which stimulates the nerves of humans and elves at all times. The more intense.

The flames of war have reached far away.

On this day, in a certain quiet sea area, an elf fleet suddenly met a training fleet of the Glorious Lord's Church.

The crew of the "Revival" is ready to go.

"Captain, the human fleet was found in front!" The watchman reported.

"Ready to fight. Annian's loyal people!" The captain said without a word.

"Yes!"

"The magician immediately prepares, the priest is ready to bless the magic, the druid is free to choose!" The captain continued the order: "Notify the flagship and other ships."

"Follow your orders!" Rolek said in response to the magician.

Among the group of mages, he wore a cape, which was particularly noticeable. He was an eighth-level wizard, and as a human, he commanded the elf wizard on the ship.

Annion is a stern god, and Rolek has repeatedly established merits and will naturally be rewarded.

After igniting the **** fire, Annion vigorously conducted regular training in the elves, passing on the warrior training system and magic training system.

In the past five years, the soldiers have been reborn and the number of mages has also increased significantly.

The only flaw in the past was the priest, which is now basically made up, but now the level is not high.

At almost the same time, the opposing human fleet also arranged a combat team.

"Beep!" The bleak and high horn sounded, which was almost a simultaneous act of two parties.

There is no other result, the battle can be said to be the only result.

When the two fleets suddenly awakened from the silence, the fierce attack began.

Everyone was ready to attack each other, the roar of the waves, the sound of the ships crashing, the sound of pulling swords. One after another, the attack was about to begin.

Every ten combatants on the side of the Glorious Lord Church are led by knights of level 5 and above.

All of them can be regarded as capable personnel of the Church of the Glorious Lord. After a period of special training, they have reached a fairly powerful level of combat at sea.

The most important thing for the elves is that they live up to 300 years old. In the long life span, they are good at all kinds of combat skills. They have all kinds of experience precipitation that humans do not have. Not a small advantage.

What's more, many elves themselves are good at bows and arrows, spells, and close to nature to use natural elements. These talents also have good applications in actual combat.

"The group endures the fire element!" This is a sixth-level spell, and only a wizard of eighth level or above can barely cast a scroll. When the glory flashed, there was an extra red light on the hull.

This allows most of the flaming attacks to be offset and reduces the destruction of ships.

"Fireball. Let it go!" Under the command, six fireballs bombarded a close human warship. If Romon was there, it would naturally be understood that this was a saturation attack.

"Boom!" Under such an attack, the ship suddenly exploded and broke.

In the sea, any lightning beam and any ice storm are scum, and the flaming explosion spell is the highest.

"For my lord, the crossbow team!" The human fleet issued a command.

Originally it was difficult to use a crossbow on a ship. The reason is simple. Whether it is a bow or an arrow, once it gets wet, it will be damaged.

But it is not absolutely unusable. Magical maintenance and sealing wax treatment can extend the life of the crossbow.

Under the jihad, of course, the materials are all inclined, and do n’t care about the loss.

"Poof!" At the order, a crossbow like a rain flew into the sky, obscuring a piece of sunlight.

"Ah!" Even with light armor, the elves screamed on one deck.

"The priest team is in emergency rescue, ready to take the ship to fight!" The order was issued again.

The battleships collided together in an instant, and both sides took advantage of various advantages. On the other side of the ship, the fighters are fighting each other.

The Church of the Glorious Lord, with knights on it, but because they are fighting at sea, the heavy armor they wear daily has no upper body. Forced murderous.

The elves fighting them became lighter and lighter, and every jump carried a sense of the beauty of a natural dance.

Each flash of light will bring up a gleam of blood.

Bloody and beautiful, in their body, reflects such harmony, as if it is a beautiful puzzle together, people can not help but indulge in it.

The war is cruel. In an instant, there are killings, blood splashing, and corpses everywhere.

When this battle finally broke out, both parties to the battle. Whether they are on the side of the elves or the side of the glorious main church, their hearts are tight, and the momentum of the battlefield alone makes them feel very stressed.

When a corpse with a companion fell to the ground, when the life that was still alive a moment ago, in a blink of an eye, disappeared above the vast sea, whether it is the side of the glorious main church or the side of the elves. Can't help being crazy. They are all desperate to avenge their companions. Both are desperate to kill the enemy.

Originally still in the battle scene of short handover, it soon changed.

The pastor at the Intermediate level and above in the Church of the Luminous Lord took the lead in starting to act.

"My Lord, you are a glorious sacred. May your shelter be over your believers-group blessing!" These pastors prayed again for blessings.

The divine light shone down, and all the warriors of the light master were covered with a thin layer of light.

The priest ’s first responsibility is not the warrior, but blessing and healing. Now they can only perform the collective blessing first, so that the blessing of the glorious Lord will come to all the injured knights of the glorious Lord church.

"My lord, you are the master of the elves. May you give us a more united perception-group connection!"

"My lord, you are the master of the elves. May you give us a more fierce fighting spirit-group bravery!"

Even if it is a tentative conflict, all elves are precious, and the long-term accumulation of piety and exceptionally advanced priests are also on the front line.

The high chanting was a prayer to Annion, and the prayer soon became a reality.

The elf side quickly gained more blessings, and mostly favored magic in the field of war.

The battle started again, this time, far more fierce and cruel than the previous ones.

An individual and a family of elves use the most explosive power to fight each other.

Under such circumstances, the natural death of both parties in battle becomes more serious.

On the surface of the sea, some white flowers began to float. Those were corpses falling from the boat. The red liquid polluted the nearby seawater.

Above the sky, an ugly strange bird who only likes meat. They are croaking, they are coveting those corpses on the sea, whether they are corpses on the side of elves or corpses on the side of humans, in their view, they are extremely delicious food. But the following fighting breath made them keenly aware of the danger. They did not dare to go down and eat the corpses easily, let alone approach the fight.

Their choice is actually right. Now, at this time, in the sea below, the elves and humans have already killed their red eyes, and there are constant spells of blessings coming to fill the rapidly disappearing power of the soldiers on both sides. Going on will only become the victim of the other side of this battle.

"If this doesn't work, it will evolve from conflict to real war." The deputy commander of the fleet of the Church of the Lord of Lights persuaded that in the just fight, this deputy commander's arm has already Suffering from injury, at this time, blood continued to flow down, and the thin armor was also broken and looked very embarrassed.

Beside him, there is a commander with some red eyes, and he does not look much better than him.

After listening to his advice, the commander remained in a state of excitement and finally suppressed. Reluctantly glanced at the opposite elf, and said fiercely: "Withdraw!"

After the hurried retreat of the human army, the elves did not continue to attack. Obviously, they also suffered huge casualties because of this battle. Each elf is precious and cannot be consumed in this way.

"Order the priest to heal immediately." This is the first order. All the priests are beginning to heal. As long as there is no death on the spot, they can be rescued. Although the treatment of divine art will consume a lot of life, the life of the elf is 300 years In terms of, there is still enough life to consume.

"Lord Roque, what do you think of this battle?" The captain asked suddenly.

Rollek wore a cape and a hood, covering everything in it. He was silent for a while and said, "Captain, I think that from the current perspective alone, we are on par with humans."

"From a post-employment perspective, severe trauma, even treatment, will directly affect life, so our long-term fighting strength is superior to humans."

This means that a serious injury often damages the life span of a few months to a year. If it continues like this, new and old injuries will break out and the next time it will be more damaged.

In such a battle, even if the rescuer comes back, the soldiers will not withstand such toss a few times, and will quickly age and die.

However, due to the long life of the elves, the number of tosses is also several times higher than that of humans.

"It's just that human beings are better than others. Ten dead people can be beaten in exchange for an elf. The premise is that human beings are the same as anti-magic, at any cost." Rolek said here, silently.

"... You are right, Lord Rollek. After going ashore this time, please go to the main temple once. Your Excellency the Archbishop will meet you personally," the captain said.

"Yes, Captain!" Rolek responded respectfully and stepped aside.

"It seems that the training is not enough, and humans are very powerful." At this time, an elf wearing a priest's robe stood on the deck, looking at the distant human fleet, and said with a somber face.

"Bishop, I don't think we are training enough, we are lacking time." The captain said.

Although Ann Nin began to spread more formal and excellent training methods among believers, but after all, the time is shallow, and the five-year period is not enough to make the elves go to a higher level.

"Well, it's the same, but humans won't give us time." The bishop sighed.

"What should we do now? Don't chase them down? They killed many of our companions!" At this moment, an elf said beside him.

"We are about as strong as theirs. If we continue, we will only lose both sides and will kill more companions. The battle between us and humans has not officially started. We must save our strength. Do you understand?" Bishop Elf looked coldly. The talking elf sneered at a glance.

When he said this, the elf dared not say anything.

The gloomy eyes of the elf bishop kept watching the human fleet leave, and then ordered: "Go back to the island first!"

"Bishop, then our companions!" Said the elf hesitantly.

The elf bishop looked over and saw that the elf was pointing sadly under the boat. On the sea, one-third of the floating bodies belonged to their elf family.

"They can abandon their comrades' bodies, but we can't, first salvage the bodies of our warriors." The elf bishop exhaled and said.

What he refers to is naturally the group of people in the Glorious Lord Church who resolutely left.

In fact, with so many companions dead, the elf bishop is in a bad mood, but this is war. No one can stop this from happening, and can only choose to accept it.

In fact, the elves did not treat the dead as they did on the side of the Church of the Glorious Lord. On the contrary, they all ran to help after hearing the elder bishop slacken, and they would labor the floating elves that fell on the sea. The corpses are salvaged one by one ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ and they are displayed on the deck in dismay.

"Bring home the soul of our great warrior," the bishop elf said.

"The soul of our greatest warrior, please come home with us!" Then, several priests of the elven clan stepped forward and said affectionately to these bodies: "Your heroic spirit must be in God Immortality in the country. "

When other elves saw such a scene, they all bowed their heads in silence, and said in a low voice, "Go home, come home with us."

The atmosphere of sadness surrounds them, their faces are so serious, and their mood is so heavy.

"The blood of the warriors will not flow in vain, we will definitely make humans pay the price!" Bishop Elf said: "Now, let us go back and tell the Grand Temple the summary report."

"Yes, let humanity pay the price!"

"Let humans pay the price!"

"Let's go back to the island!" Said the captain. (!)