If there is a weak point on the battlefield, then this war will be finalized.

But

Where are the reinforcements?

Black Plague Legion?

No, they're not good yet.

He and Blanc turned back at the same time to look for Medisa, but there was a trace of the little silver elf princess there. Installon and the marshal looked at each other in confusion.

The wind on the battlefield suddenly became stronger.

Brando turned back, his wild hair almost covering his eyes and captivating his sight, but he silently did not speak. He was just waiting, waiting for the arrival of the new force that Medissa said.

He believed in the little silver elf princess as much as he trusted himself. He knew that Medisa would never lie to him.

He was waiting quietly.

But there wasn't much time left for him.

Above our heads, the stars are still shining brightly.

The projection of Tiamas was beside him, his expression unchanged.

The wind became wild.

The wind that swept across the battlefield seemed to come out of nowhere. In the camp of the undead, black flags suddenly flew high one by one, making a hunting sound. In the blink of an eye, there was a sea of ​​flags.

The air flow carried the gravel, sweeping across the entire battlefield like a dust storm.

The necromancers and corpse witches raised their heads.

The dark lords and undead generals turned back in unison.

Their eyes, which were beating with soul fire, reflected fluttering black rose flags, but there was a hint of doubt deep in their eyes.

Where does this wind come from?
Chapter completed!