I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

Behind the White Winter Wolves' defense line, fifty or so members of the North District Church were standing ready.

At this point in the battle, even the strongest individuals would be exhausted both physically and mentally.

Judging from the casualty ratio, the Northern District Cult has killed at least over four hundred fallen elves, while at present, their own damage is zero.

But everyone knows that after the next round of impact, the number may become fifty to four hundred.

It's like a group of machine gunners without bullets, helpless in the face of armored cavalry armed with heavy swords and spears.

Xiling stroked Lian's head, although she wanted to blame her for running back to the city wall.

But Xiling herself knew that once the base was lost...

No, Alvin is still in his tree hole and still has a chance to escape.

Xiling looked at her sister. She knew that this excuse was very weak, but it was probably the best excuse right now.

"Lian, I have to give you a task...

Together with Senna, you go find Ivan and bring him out safely.

Go find Brokentooth Wasteland."

"Do not……"

"Lian! Be obedient!"

Before Lian could finish a complete word, Xiling quickly interrupted her sister. She touched Lian's face and spoke again:

"You know Ivan's identity. He is a druid god, and he is very special...

To the entire druid profession, he is more important than any of us, even more important than the entire North District Cult...

Be obedient, Lian, don't forget that we are now a druid."

After saying that, he turned around and picked up his spear staff.

The short girl has now burst into tears. She knows that this might be the last time she sees her sister.

If she had known this earlier, she would not have stopped her sister from being with the pervert. Maybe in that case, Xiling could have been the one responsible for sending the pervert away instead of herself.

Although she is not yet an adult, Lian, who has experienced a lot, stood up and kept wiping her tears.

With Il's roar, the final hand-to-hand combat began.

Lian dragged Senna, who refused to leave, through the last line of defense formed by the druids and ran towards the bottom of the city wall, crying loudly as she ran.

She saw Ryan swinging a double-headed hardwood staff and knocking away several fallen elves. But a sinister spear stabbed into his stomach;

She saw the tree skin magic on Todd's body being broken layer by layer, but this uncle who couldn't fight in close combat was still hitting the opponent's head with his wooden stick, just like Todd she saw when she was a child;

She saw the elf Ariella, whom she had only known for a few days, lying on the ground, with a long sword stuck in her arm and the other arm still holding the small dagger she gave her, trembling and pointing forward;

She saw the handsome male elf Tyrian dancing the two swords in his hands into a storm, trying to use his body to block the enemies attacking Ariella...

Lian ran forward quickly. She didn't dare look back. She was afraid to see her sister get hurt or even...

She was even more afraid that once she saw her sister, she would rush back to the battlefield and fight without hesitation.

All Lian's ears were filled with the cries of the druids and the roars of the Fallen. She silently chanted the name of Mielikki in her heart, hoping that this goddess could protect the people on the city wall.

Just as she stepped onto the stairs leading down, the short half-elf bumped into the arms of a tall figure.

Little Lian looked up and saw the handsome face of the human pervert and his empty, extremely rational eyes.

Before the little girl could react, Ivan opened his mouth and shouted in a voice that had never been heard before, so loud that it could almost hurt the eardrums:

"Do you have any sense of public morality? You are so noisy and noisy!

Neighbors don’t need to sleep anymore!

I have to go to work tomorrow!

Get out of here, you scum!

The sound sounded abnormal, not sharp, but the sound waves seemed to resonate in the heart.

All the creatures present, whether they were members of the Northern District Cult or fallen elves, paused for a moment.

Ivan pushed little Lian away from his arms and climbed up the high wall step by step with slow steps.

Except Lian, no one had ever seen this human boy in such a strange state.

He raised his right hand and gestured left and right, then seemed to feel that it was not enough, and raised his left hand again.

Those empty pupils seemed to be calculating something.

Then, a pink ball that seemed familiar to Todd appeared in Ivan's palm.

It was just that there were not just one or two, but countless densely packed [colorful balls], squeezing between the palms of the two hands.

Then, a spell storm swept from the top of the city towards the Fallen camp.

If Ivan was still conscious at this moment, he would definitely shout:

"Fuck! Maxim, the one who made the nomads sing and dance!"

Unfortunately, at this time, Ivan's main consciousness was still sleeping, and he missed the famous scene of his own killing spree.

The pink ball of Spellstorm has undergone very detailed trajectory calculations, accurately striking every enemy on the scene.

Although the druids had killed many Fallen since nightfall, less than half of them were still on the battlefield.

But there are more than 300 people here!

A human being can cast three hundred magic spells simultaneously?

Although it is a low-level thing of the first ring, it is not magic! It is not magic at all!

Every individual with independent will present probably thinks so.

After a round of crazy spell output, only a few Fallen were left standing about a mile away from the scene.

None of the other enemies survived.

Il's mouth is open.

As the commander who temporarily took over after Bol's disappearance, he knew very well what levels the remaining 300-odd Fallen were.

Most of those killed by the druid before were ordinary types; but the last three hundred who rushed up were all carrying swords, guns, sticks and clubs.

Even the spellcaster that Il had paid special attention to before had his body shattered and fell to the ground.

Ivan's spell is simply terrifying.

Even the howling little Lian forgot to cry and whispered to someone:

“Is this the one favored by God?

This is the illegitimate child of some natural god..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a certain human pervert stumbled and fell under the city wall as if he had drunk fake wine again.

Lian, who had experienced this once before, rushed forward and used her little shoulder to support the pervert's already limp body.

"Pervert! Pervert! You can't die!

At worst, I won't stop you from looking for your sister!"