The wind blew, rolling up the yellow soil everywhere. The sound of clashing swords and the explosion of magic colliding with each other was incessant.
Only to see a person dressed in black armor, holding a long sword in his hand, rushing towards the enemy general. The orc general saw his opponent so thin, she could not help but look down on the other side.
The black-armored general swung her sword towards the orc general, who easily resisted the black-armored general's attack with her halberd in one hand.
But who would have thought that the sword would pass through the halberd, and in a short moment the orc general died in the hands of the black-armored general.
When the orc general fell, some people around shouted: "Dicos is dead! Dicos is dead!"
When the orc soldiers lost their leader, they began to run backwards, and the blood warriors spread their blood wings and chased them.
The black-armored general did not go after. Looking around, when no one was paying attention, she put Dicos's halberd into the bag.
In this chase, the orc soldiers were all killed by the blood soldiers. Even if some orcs surrendered, they were executed.
The blood-red evening sun was fading, and the battlefield's bloody bodies and discarded chariots were destroyed. Since there was nothing of value on the battlefield, the little black-armored general ordered a retreat.
"Take it out, Iris. I saw what you did." A girl with pale yellow hair said.
"What did you see? I only killed an orc general. I didn't do the rest." Iris replied with great confidence.
"Really? Do you want me to tell Her Majesty before you tell the truth?" The girl said with a threatening tone.
"Oh no, I give you. Anyway, it's easy to get some pocket money." Iris took the orc general's halberd out of the storage space and handed it to the girl. She began to find excuses to lecture: "In the battlefield you do not kill the enemy attentively. Violet, should you not reflect on yourself?"
"Yes yes yes, my highness." Violet pretended to look like she was reflecting on it properly.
After returning to the barracks, Iris came to Violet's side and asked cautiously, "Can you give me back that halberd? After all, I'm poor. As a good friend, you can turn a blind eye."
"No! Unless you can get Her Majesty's permission. If Her Majesty finds out, my grandfather will punish me heavily." Violet immediately refused Iris's request.
No matter how hard Iris tried, Violet said "No way". Iris had no choice but to leave the tent.
Sitting on a rock outside, Iris turned her only coin in one hand and complained: "Why can a princess be so poor? There is only one Bella on her body, and this one Bella is still found in the street."
"Alas ~ the soldiers all have monthly money. But I am working for nothing. I want to take some of the loot to sell, but that Violet will not let go. When can I have a lot of money!
Iris has changed a lot in the past two years, not as mischievous as before. Now she has become aware of the rules, and been polite. Of course, she will not say some obscene words. She has become more obedient, almost no lightning left marks on her body, so the spiked cane has long been stained with cobwebs.
The only thing that has not changed is the "poor". Once Iris was very poor, and she could not afford to eat. Now Iris is also very "poor" too. Although there is food to eat, the money earned by her must all be turned in.
The evening sun gradually receded. A bright moon arised slowly, and the head maid Candace came to the barracks to pick up Iris and Violet. After all, the next big battle will happen. The two have noble status. One is Princess of the Blood, and the other is the chancellor's daughter. And the two are young, and have limited strength. Not only can they not help but they also will give the enemy the opportunity to take advantage of.
Iris on the battlefield is only Liran Day's intention. Liran Day wants to see how much progress her niece has made these two years in the end. As a result she cannot see Iris has made any progress. Iris could kill the orc general only due to her magic characteristics, and the strength of the orc general is not very good, not as good as the elite soldiers under the hand of Liran Day.
It is not that there is no gain. At least Iris's first battle performance is quite good. She didn’t look like a new recruit who would look so timid after seeing a corpse.
At night, under the cover of the moonlight, the blood soldiers attacked the orcs' border city, Sand City, and the defending general Marcellus was under great pressure.
Marcellus knows that this time to lead the attack on the Sand City is the blood of the top ten generals ranked first Liran Day, by the orcs as the "Death". All with Liran Day fought the orcs and their troops are no survivors. Despite of the surrendered captives, they will be killed.
Marcellus felt a little timid in his heart. He does not know whether the city should be defended. If he runs away, these soldiers and people will certainly die and be killed by the Blood.
If the Third Prince had not killed the Blood diplomatic envoy, it would not have been the result today. It seems that the whole city will be considered to calm the anger of the Bloods.
Marcellus leaned on the city wall and looked up at the boundless starry sky. "It's really beautiful!"
Suddenly, the sky descended countless rods of ice guns. Marcellus reacted very quickly, the flame directly wrapped around the whole body so that he could be spared, while the soldiers guarding the city are pierced through by ice guns on the head, falling in a pool of blood one by one.
Marcellus did not care about Liran Day in the sky. He knows clearly the strength of Liran Day. Anyway, he will die.
"Burning with Fury!"
As Marcellus chanted the incantation, the blazing fire covered his entire body, while the flames were burning his body, followed by the veins of his whole body began to burst. His body kept getting bigger and bigger, and his face gradually became hideous.
Marcellus leapt from the city walls towards the army of the Bloods! Behind him, the city gates opened and the orc soldiers shouted from their mouths, "The orc nation will never die."
Blood soldiers are not stupid. When they see Marcellus like a fierce beast rush, they opened the blood wings and flew in the air.
Marcellus jumped, and directly dragged down several blood soldiers who flew in mid-air, and burned them to ashes with blazing fire.
Marcellus repeated the same trick, trying to leap again to drag down the blood soldiers flying in mid-air, but those soldiers were all moved aside by Liran Day’s spatial magic.
"Sin Punishment! Flaming Meteor!"
Marcellus slowly dragged up, a fierce flame burned in Marcellus' hands. At the same time the magic power within Consciousness Space was pumped out as much as possible.
The flames were pushed by Marcellus and gradually floated into the sky. When it flew high enough, a force of ice wrapped around the cluster of fire, forcing it to land.
"Exterminate! Ice Frost Falls!"
Bone chilling cold air filled the surrounding air, even the soldiers of the Blood race were shivering. With Liran Day as the center, the surrounding began to freeze.
The ground has appeared white frost. The frost began to erode the orc soldiers, the sky ice veil floating down from the sky. Liran Day is like an ice fairy, noble, beautiful.
A few moments later, the orc soldiers became perfect ice sculptures, while the flames on Marcellus gradually began to extinguish.
The star tree in Marcellus’s Consciousness Space had completely withered, and he was covered with scorching wounds. Finally he collapsed under the ice and snow.
"Shatter!"
With Liran Day's voice sounded, everything that was frozen turned into ice foam.
The "Burning with Fury" is a self-inflicted magic, accepting the burning flame, and a short period of time to obtain a strong power. Once your body can not resist, you will die. You can also end the effect of this "Burning with Fury", your fire magic power will immediately dry up, and you can not use any magic for a week.
"Burning with Fury" can be used by fire mages of any class. The higher the level of training, the more power you get.
