Chapter 314 6.62 Stonehelm Fortress Attack and Defense (3)

Following Flor were the 12 frostmen in his fleet.

They hunted whales for a living.

None of the 12 were chosen by God.

At this time, they were caught in the pincer attack of 6 cyclops!

As a rare pacifist among the Vikings, Flor went out to sea to fish all his life and had hardly participated in any battles. Unexpectedly, the first battle he was forced to participate in was to face the attack of the ancient monster.

This made his hair stand on end.

But there was nothing he could do.

The giants who suddenly appeared in the corner obviously also discovered them. Flor could see their crystal eyes blinked twice, and then slowly raised the javelin in their hands.

Flor's eyeballs shrank to the size of a needle tip in an instant.

"Everyone, find cover!"

"Get out of the way!"

Before he finished speaking, he pushed Elizabeth behind the broken wall beside him. The girl's weak body hit the hard and cold gravel on the ground, scratching her cheek painfully.

Boom boom boom!

There were three crisp sounds behind her.

That was the sound of iron spears piercing into stone slabs!

Looking back, the pale man who had pulled her out of the castle had been pierced by three javelins at the same time!

The hard javelins were thrown with great force, and nearly half of their length was nailed into the ground. The triangular support made it impossible for him to break free.

The six Cyclops stepped out of their legs, and dull sounds continued to come. However, at the last moment of his life, his organs ruptured, causing a large amount of blood to flow out of his mouth.

Even so, he was still trying his best to wave to Elizabeth.

"Run"

"Run!"

The girl felt her cold heart suddenly become hot.

Along the way, he followed the Viking lord named Loki Starrag coldly, and watched him command the army and send tens of thousands of English soldiers to hell with his own hands.

Each of these precious men is the backbone of the family and an indispensable labor force for the kingdom. However, this decisive Viking lord did not start peace talks, nor did he say any extra nonsense. No living person holding a weapon could escape wherever the Viking army passed.

But the girl did not kill him again.

**

Elizabeth did not know what was going on with her.

Maybe it was because in the Seawatch Fortress, this man had to protect himself first even if he was injured?

Maybe it was because his father followed him all the way, with admiration flashing in his eyes from time to time?

Or

Seeing this Viking duke killing Wessex's army in batches like killing pigs, an unknown corner of her heart seemed to feel a strange excitement.

This excitement came from Mercia being suppressed by Wessex for hundreds of years.

It also came from the disdainful faces of the heads of various countries when they mentioned "Ulysses Elan" in the apple orchard.

The pious girl who believed in the Holy Light all her life regarded this shameful excitement as a demon in her heart. Every night, she would hold the cross tightly in her hands and face the morning star in the east to repent devoutly.

Perhaps it was the repentance that delayed her time to continue assassinating Loki.

(Yes, it must be like this.)

In the unknown process, the girl's feelings towards the Vikings changed from simple hatred to an emotion that she couldn't explain clearly.

Hatred, no doubt, still exists.

After all, the hands of these guys are stained with the blood of countless Mercian people.

However, when she was rescued from danger by these big men again and again, didn't she have any other feelings in her heart?

The girl didn't dare to ask herself this question.

However, at this time, when she saw Flor's body fixed on the short spear and the blood that kept pouring out of his mouth, she rushed to him without hesitation.

The white long skirt dragged a white afterimage in the firelight. Elan had no time to hold his daughter, so he could only watch her weak figure stand in front of Flor, facing the six cyclops alone.

The cyclops obviously didn't expect that such a target would appear in front of him.

After a moment of slight surprise, Elizabeth raised her hands and recited the complicated "miracle spell" again.

A long string of obscure characters that did not belong to this world came out of her mouth.

A scorching sun appeared between her raised white hands.

This was not a ball of illusory flashes but a hot ball of light that seemed to have substance!

Brilliant, like a star!

The Princess of Mercia, who had exerted all her potential, once again achieved "concentrating light into objects". When the Cyclops walked in front of her and stretched out their big hands to pull out the short spears.

The star exploded between her hands.

A pale white suddenly appeared in the ruins of the city. In the quiet time, the pure white light was like white paint eroding the canvas, ruthlessly devouring everything in front of everyone.

Light is invisible, fragile, and warm.

But at this time, everyone found that when the gentle light was compressed and exploded, this thing could still emit the function of destroying the world!

**

Flore, not far from the center of the explosion, was the first to bear the brunt.

He found that no matter whether his eyes were open or closed, the pure whiteness in front of him could not be removed.

This was the case for humans with eyelids, and the Cyclops, who had no facial features on his head, and only one giant eye, was even more devastating.

The pure white holy light symbolizing annihilation instantly covered the entire city. In the surging holy light that overwhelmed everything, the unprepared Cyclops immediately fell into long-term blindness!

And this gave the Viking warriors who had recovered from the dizziness a hard-won opportunity to counterattack!