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Volume 4: Tower of Violet 734 Duel between Heroes

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    readx; The thunderous explosion suppressed the fire, the noise, and the cry, spreading far into the night.  Faint sounds were heard from ten miles away, a hundred miles away, and even hundreds of miles away. Vilano, who was sitting in the tent, suddenly stood up, but remained silent for a long time.  He paced back and forth, frowning and thinking hard, with a look of hesitation on his face.  But soon, the old magician made up his mind, lifted the curtain and walked towards the king's tent not far away.  The snow was much lighter, and the salt-like snow fell on his long white hair, giving him an inexplicable feeling of desolation.  "Who is coming - Master?" The guard only said half of his question before he bowed and saluted, "The King has fallen asleep." "I know," Vilanno nodded and said solemnly, "But  There is an urgent matter related to the overall situation of the military and the country, which must be decided by the king himself. "At this time, Carter Roman came from the other side, wearing only a robe, but wearing a blood-drinking robe around his waist.  knife.  Seeing that the old magician was there, he just nodded slightly, obviously not surprised.  "General, do you feel it too?" Vilano turned around and asked.  "The strong vibration came from the direction of the Hersius Valley," Catroman replied in a low voice, "I remember that the master once set up a magic circle there. Do you know what happened?" "The king invites the general and the master.  Come into the tent and talk." After the guard sent the message, the chamberlain came out of the tent and invited.  Catroman and Vila?o looked at each other and followed the chamberlain into the king's tent.  King Nachini sat sleepily in front of the case, drawing something on the map of the continent with his palms.  "It's the Hersius River Valley," Villanoo took a few steps forward and reported, "From that direction, I felt strong magic fluctuations, and the defensive formation I set up was also destroyed."  King Qini suddenly raised his head and stared at him.  He asked in a deep voice, "Which type of magic wave is it?" "Fire, and wind." Vilano replied slowly, and then added another sentence.  "Mainly fire." "Master, do you think it's Allegri?" King Nachini was stunned for a long time before asking.  "There is no other explanation, Your Majesty." Vila Nuo said solemnly, "The matter has come to this, we must prepare for the worst." King Nachini sighed, raised his head, closed his eyes, really  Don't want to believe it.  "It could also be a sneak attack by the enemy, and Allegri took action to protect the 'Wilker's Road'." Although he doesn't like Allegri very much, Catroman still raised another possibility.  "What fire magic is good at is not protection, but destruction," Vilano shook his head.  He denied, "If my feelings are correct, the fluctuation of magic power should be the result of the explosion of thousands of magic array disks at the same time I don't think there is a need to use 'magic array disks' to deal with small groups of enemies  ¡­¡± ¡°How far is it from this place to the Hersius Valley?¡± King Nachini suddenly opened his eyes and interrupted him.  "Six hundred miles." Catroman replied immediately. Being familiar with geography is the training of a commander.  "Okay." King Nachini glanced at them and ordered, "General, Master. You go back and prepare. In five minutes, the three of us will set off to the Hersius Valley." In the "Storm Furnace", the flames gradually  Discoloration.  From orange-red to a strange bluish-red.  Immediately, the red color faded away, and clusters of small blue-white flames gently licked the dragon egg, while at the same time, a massive amount of wind and fire magic power was continuously injected into it.  Part of it comes from the magic crystals and magic materials embedded in the magic circle, part of it comes from the wind mage Turanze, and the other part comes from Allegri who collapsed on the ground.  Within the scope of the "thousands of miles of sky", Turanze is the absolute master.  This formation, in some ways, is equivalent to his domain.  What's more, Allegri also took "Tianluoyin", which is the secret medicine inherited from the "Sky Palace". It takes almost a thousand years to extract a precious drop.  "Tianluoyin" is a kind of poison. Its peculiarity is that it can directly act on the spiritual power, and then separate the soul from the body from the inside out.  A skilled magician can control the words and deeds of the poisoned person through magical leads.  In the Middle Ages, this type of mage was called an "illusionist" and was a mixed style of wind and arcane magic.  The invisible and qualityless "wind lead" emerged from Turanze's fingertips and connected to Allegri.  But after the big explosion, he focused on controlling the "Storm Furnace" and temporarily put this matter aside in order to ripen the dragon eggs as quickly as possible and unfold the complete form of "Ten Thousand Miles of Sky".  But to outsiders, Allegri seemed to have collapsed due to exhaustion of magic power.?, Onissa's gaze was about to disappear, but Brooke reacted, stood up, and tried to get closer to the formation to help his teacher.  "If you know what's going on, don't move." But at this moment, a murderous intention shrouded in the distance, and the red-robed old man jumped down the hillside, glided to the ground like a big bat, and stood in front of him.  ¡°Teacher, he, what¡¯s wrong with him?¡± Brooke felt a chill all over his body, and he felt his hair standing on end.  The other party's eyes were bloodthirsty and cold, not like a polite old-school aristocrat at all.  "He is very good. If you don't want to cause unnecessary casualties, you can restrain them at last." Duke Van Hinkel pointed with his finger. Hundreds of swordsmen had arrived here and were forming formation, ready to attack at any time.  Brooke thought for a while, gritted his teeth, turned around and faced him.  As Van Hinkel said, he is a Settian and does not care about the Snowdon Empire, nor does he want the children of the River Valley to lose their lives for no reason in this kind of conflict.  "Even stupid people are useful." Looking at the back of the old magician, the old Duke chuckled.  If he publicly claimed that Allegri had rebelled, most people would not believe it, but as long as he deceived Brook and said the same thing from his mouth, the effect would be completely different.  Furthermore, after hearing this news, the soldiers and civilians of the river valley must be divided into two groups, those loyal to the Snowton Empire, and those who support Allegri himself. Their opposition is enough to make Brooke overwhelmed and has no time to take care of the "Ten Thousand Miles of Sky" formation.  .  "By the way, where is Rubian?" Van Hinkel asked casually, remembering that he had sent Rubian to deal with Brooke.  One of the elite spies he trained personally, the person with the title of "Rose Thorn", why didn't he even deal with a bad old man, and there is no news about him until now.  "The leader hasn't come back yet," a spy next to him asked respectfully, "Sir, do you need your subordinates to find him?" "Forget it," Van Hinkel waved his hand and ordered, "Go and pass the order.  Activating everyone, you can kill people, you can also set fire, try to create chaos." "Kill!" A word burst out from Darnion's mouth, and he wielded ice blades.  Dancing like a wheel.  "This is not in line with your fighting style. Are you anxious?" Mastur still smiled playfully, but he knew in his heart that he had tried his best to barely hold on to the opponent.  Darnan sneered in return. Although he was a little flustered at first, he has always been calm and soon returned to normal.  The performance at this time is just to paralyze the opponent in order to achieve success in one fell swoop.  Mastur slashed with his long sword.  The azure sword energy spurted out, which was almost ten feet long. It covered several meters around the body with a sense of killing.  The most important thing in the martial arts inheritance of the Sword Master is the "way of speed and slowness", which is to maintain a calm demeanor like a leisurely stroll in the stormy offensive.  However, Mastur has an active nature and has been immersed in the "quick sword" for many years. He often swings the sword without reaching the end.  Another sword followed one after another, and the gap between the sword strikes was extremely narrow.  Darnion moved around in this small space, and was even affected by the sword energy a few times.  Fortunately he responded quickly.  Condensate an "Ice Shield" to resist, and then take the opportunity to engage in a close fight.  "Ha, you don't think that I'm not good at close combat, do you?" Mastur laughed dumbly, and slightly adjusted the way he held the sword, getting closer to the sword.  The sword power is also more dangerous.  "What do you think?" Darnion asked, the faint white mist surrounding him suddenly rising and falling.  Mastur's whole body was suddenly covered with a layer of white frost. Affected by this, he always felt a sense of sluggishness when he swung the sword, no longer as smooth as before.  The higher the level of warriors, the more they will feel this shortcoming, because what they pursue is the ultimate control of their own power.  Mastour knew that he had to use his energy to drive away the frost, but Darnan, who was so close to Chi Chi, would never let him do it.  Even though the time is only a short second, the killer of "Wolfbane Flower" is good at seizing the flaw and killing the target in one breath.  "Then, don't blame me for being rude!" Mastur shouted, but a louder sound came from behind. It was a series of explosions, like something being blown up.  At this moment, Darnion's complexion became extremely ugly. He took two steps back and turned his head to look. He saw a stream of fire rolling around, and then the magic light illuminated the sky, condensing green runes one after another.  Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mastur quickly dispersed the white frost. He paused and then greeted loudly, "Hey, if you give me one step, I will give you one step. Count three more and I'm about to take action!"  "Please." Darnion let go of his hands, and the two ice blades fell to the ground.  He lowered his hands and stood solemnly, took a deep breath, and there was a hint of coldness in his sky-blue eyes. ?Mastur's whole body shivered, and he held the sword with both hands, his feet spread apart, his knees slightly bent, and his upper body leaning forward, like an eagle gazing majestically.  The next moment, he slashed out with his long sword, the speed was extremely slow, but within a radius of ten meters, there was a strong wind, and the fallen leaves on the ground rolled up and flew.  ??Darnan did not move at all, but there was a cold air around him, like clouds and mist. He looked elegant and very good-looking.  "Cut!" Mastur spat, and pushed forward while cutting down. The azure energy surged out from the blade of the sword. The fallen leaves imbued with energy became as sharp as a knife, spinning and cutting.  past.  Facing the flying leaves all over the sky, like a tide of swords, Darnion suddenly roared loudly, clenched his hands into fists, and struck out hard.  The two were fighting fiercely in the forest. With this punch, the snow fell from the trees, and Mastour's vision suddenly became blurry.  This is nothing, a skilled warrior can feel the enemy's position.  Mastur's eyes narrowed slightly and the tips of his ears trembled, trying to find the other party's whereabouts, but after a moment, he found nothing.  Darnion seemed to have disappeared into the swirling snowflakes, leaving not even a trace of breath behind.  Heescaped?  Mastur thought for a while and felt something was wrong. He held his breath and concentrated, and whirled his long sword around his body. Several sword energy flew out in all directions, but passed through without any hindrance and slashed on the surrounding tree trunks.  "If you don't come out, then I'm leaving?" Mastour is a slippery man, and he will not give up the initiative to the other party. In this case, the best way is to run away, so as not to become suspicious and lose momentum.  , but was attacked by the enemy.  There was no answer, the forest was quiet, the atmosphere was strange, and it made people feel numb.  "He is indeed a killer, but in the end he still has to use this sneaky method." Mastur complained, put the sword on his shoulder, and walked away without hesitation.  Before his first step hit the ground, the fallen leaves suddenly froze in the air, and the connected snowflakes were all frozen together.  Mastur could even see the spreading ice crystals reflecting the distant firelight, crystal clear.  No, that¡¯s not right, why would I think about this?  Mastur was slightly startled, and then he realized that his movements had also stopped, as if the entire space had been frozen, including his body and thoughts.  The time is very short, about one-third of a second, but for Darnan, it is enough.  He is the only one who can move in this frozen space.  On a branch of a tree two meters high, snowflakes gathered, and Darnion showed his figure, leaping forward and rushing straight towards Mastour, who was standing still.  The next moment, he arrived behind the opponent, stretched out his two fingers, and held a thin but sharp ice blade between his fingers.  "Behead!" For the first time since the war began, Mastur's eyes showed panic.  He roared violently, and slashed his sword diagonally in front of him, striking the empty air.  When the ice blade touched his vest, circles of water rippled, the ripples of sword energy were as gentle as a lover's eyes.  Darnion used his fingertips to pierce the ice blade into Mastour's back, and he jumped back, trying to avoid the opponent's dying counterattack.  But he failed. The sword energy spread to all directions, and everything it touched was inevitably spared.  The undulating snowfield was plowed, the tall trees were cut in half, and Darnan felt as if his chest had been hit by a hammer, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.  He groaned and fell backwards to the ground. All the strength in his body was defeated. He wanted to move but couldn't.  As for Mastur, it was as if he had been spat on by an ice dragon, his whole body was stiff and trembling.  "The two young heroes fought so hard that both sides suffered losses and were unable to act anymore.  ¡­(To be continued.) ¡­
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