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Volume 4 Violet Tower 683 Ancient Spells

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    Time flies so fast, and it¡¯s the end of the month again in the blink of an eye.  In recent days, every time Inedil leaned on the railing and looked north, he would feel a deep sense of powerlessness.  He had done everything he could, but to no avail.  Six of the seven legions of the Guangming New Army came out in full force.  In order to borrow the Desert Knights, he ceded the Northeast War Zone to the Saint Settian Empire.  In the process of wooing the Tolm merchants, the Holy See signed a series of unequal trade treaties.  But what do you get in exchange for all this?  Snowton's southern expedition suffered a slight blow, but only a little.  Relying on their strong national strength, they were quickly recovering their strength, and the Central Army forced most of the Guangming New Army under the city of Severa.  The Western Route Army fought step by step, Xu Tu counterattacked, and the shortcomings of Torm's mercenaries who were not good at fighting hard battles were fully exposed.  The only good news came from the desert cavalry. They relied on the city of Lyaichi to attack frequently, which greatly delayed the enemy's rest and recuperation.  But this is not enough.  A battle on the plains was enough to wipe out the entire Bright New Army. Of course, Snowton's southern expeditionary army would also suffer heavy losses, but as long as King Nachni was determined, he could use this to secure victory.  Even if the remnants of the Guangming New Army retreated to Severa City, this isolated city would not be able to hold on for too long.  After all, the defender's biggest reliance, the "Bright Ballista", had not yet been fully charged.  Afterwards, the enemy troops will move south in large numbers, the St. Imas River can be crossed with a whip, and the vast hinterland of the Principality of Ian will be completely exposed to Snowton's iron hoof.  There is no danger to defend in the vast plain, which makes delaying the enemy's rapid advance a luxury.  Time, Inedil needs time, the Holy See of Light needs time, he has such deep faith in the Pale Lord.  Even the white-robed archbishop.  All hopes are placed on "the coming of the Kingdom of Heaven".  All hope is also the last hope.  It is this kind of trust, the trust of a legendary professional, the Archbishop of the Holy See, that makes him the evil god of "deception" and "hypocrisy".  Secretly enjoying it.  The power of the Hell God comes from the dark side of the human heart, and the Pale Lord is a master at playing with human nature. By weaving lies, he will completely destroy Inedil, and then fully absorb the power within it.  Inedil didn¡¯t know that he had always been a plaything in the hands of the Pale Lord.  He respects his mentor and trusts his mentor.  The other party has never deceived him, and he believes that this time will be no exception.  What a silly boy.  The Pale Lord stands on his white tower. He has always done deep research on the human gambler's psychology.  Today's Inedil is like a drowning man, clinging to the last straw.  But when he was shocked to discover that the straw was just an illusion of nothingness, he collapsed from the inside out.  The taste is extremely delicious.  "The 'Foundation of Heaven' formation that the teacher taught us has been basically drilled." Inedil turned around and said, "For this reason, the entire city's military and civilians have given up on daily production and training, and the people are quite critical of this." "You.  You know what to do." The Pale Lord said calmly.  Inedil nodded silently, one person or ten people, which one is more important.  He can still tell the difference.  The first legion of the New Bright Army staying in Ranken can make those guys shut up.  "How are those children?" The Pale Lord asked again.  "I am in good health and stable, meeting your requirements." Inedil replied.  "Very good." The Pale Lord nodded, "These children who are pure in body and mind will be the most suitable host for the heroic spirits in heaven." "Will those children die from this?" Inedil hesitated for a moment and asked again.  out.  "This is their fate." The Pale Lord looked at him meaningfully, as if he was warning something.  "Yes," Inedil didn't want to think about this problem anymore. He picked up the paper on the jade case and changed the topic, "The information sent back by Severa was that Nachini lifted the dragon knight David's  All military positions, and he was expelled from the Southern Expedition Army Camp and will never be hired. ""Why?" the Pale Lord asked with great interest.  "David slaughtered the civilians of a village and allowed the dragon to eat them." Inedil replied with a smile, this was rare good news.  "Among the demigod races, dragons tend to be in the evil camp. For them, humans are more delicious than cattle and sheep," the Pale Lord explained calmly, "After the 'Kingdom of Heaven' comes,' spiritual energy will inevitably leak out.  To the main plane, by then, the demigod race will usher in a large-scale awakening. How to deal with the relationship with them is also a question that must be considered. ""Align with the good and become enemies with the evil.  Inedil replied without thinking.  "Kind people may not necessarily turn to us, such as ancient trees,""Like unicorns, they all prefer the elves," said the Pale Lord, "and the elves may not necessarily hide quietly in the forest. Don't forget, they were once the masters of this continent.  " "This continent belongs to the Lord of Light after all.  "Innedil's face showed piety, and the holy light floated around him, causing his clothes to fly. The pale master squinted his eyes slightly, and in the holy light, there was a trace of mixed colors that was difficult to detect. ****  Moonsong Forest. Overkill stared at the continent map on the wall with his hands behind his back, his slender eyebrows slightly raised. His eyes stayed on the Tolm Federation. The recent developments in this neighboring country are worthy of attention.  The businessmen were all mobilizing private armies, forming gangs, and sharpening their knives, as if they were brewing a civil war. Then the opportunity would come. He walked to the window and looked at the rolling green forest, which seemed to be able to penetrate.  In the tree crown, I saw those diligent archers and magicians. After a long period of rest, the population of the elves gradually increased, and the number of warriors and mages also increased. Almost every adult elf is a sharpshooter.  , and the elf mages affiliated with the "Qingquan Council" are the only organized mage troops on the continent. Unfortunately, there is still a lack of a warrior unit that can charge into battle. Overkill secretly thought that the ancient tree is suitable for this role.  There are too few of them, and they have other more important uses. "Teacher, teacher" At this moment, a gray forest owl fluttered its wings and flew in from the window, and immediately fell to the ground and transformed into a slovenly man.  "I found another ancient spell.  "He shouted excitedly, his face was gray and green, and his robe was shabby, which was in sharp contrast to the elegant Overkill. "Oh, tell me.  Overkill tried his best to resist the urge to beat him up, and said warmly. There is no way, he has to teach the students he accepted with tears in his eyes.?¡­(To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated.  quick!
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