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Volume 4: Tower of Violet 738: Tower of Wind

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    The broad wings shrouded it like a dark cloud. The dragon lowered its slender neck, and its blue-black face showed a touch of mockery and endless majesty.  ¡Í Then, it raised its head and roared, the sound was rolling, snow suddenly flew in the valley, and everyone's vision was blurred.  In the midst of the flying snow, the pattern of the "Ten Thousand Miles of Sky" formation appears to be exceptionally bright, with magical light shining through, creating a magnificent hall in the sky.  If Allegri was still awake, he would have discovered that this was quite similar to the "Sky Palace" badge that Turanze took out at that time.  Not far away, Turanze would rather be unconscious now.  When the source of magic power in his body was sucked away by the giant dragon, the deep despair in his heart was like falling into an abyss.  He collapsed in the formation, staring blankly at the magic palace in the sky, those colorful lines, those mysterious and complex structures, far above the clouds, so far away from him.  The giant dragon lying on the "Sky Palace" glanced at him one last time, then kicked heavily on the hall, jumped suddenly, and flew high into the sky.  Like a sharp green arrow, it shoots straight into the high sky, leaving a straight trail of air behind it.  At the same time, its long tail wrapped around the top of the "Sky Palace", pulling the upper part of the formation to fly up to the sky, leaving only Turanze and Allegri lying in the dim array.  Base in.  Like a distant echo of the holy city of Ranken, a pillar of light also appeared in the Hersius Valley, penetrating the sky and the earth from bottom to top.  But this light beam is green and green.  It has a slight luster, like jade, and is completely natural.  Everyone looked up.  I saw this beam of light rising up to 10,000 meters into the sky, with the magic-constructed hall at the top. This is the real "Sky Palace".  The giant dragon let go of its long tail and circled around the hall.  Runes separated from the palace, seeped into its body, and then emerged on its scales.  From beginning to end, it is consistent.  After nine laps, the wind dragon finally stopped.  It landed in front of the main hall, with clouds surging around it.  At this height, people on the ground could no longer see the dragon's figure clearly.  Only a clear spot of light could be seen.  But gradually.  A huge dragon appeared in the sky, several kilometers long.  It is a dragon, and it is also a cloud. It is a cloud dragon formed by the gathering of countless clouds.  "This is the 'Ten Thousand Miles of Sky'." Duke Van Hinkel sighed, looking up at the nine-ring magic circle with his hands behind his hands.  Now his true appearance is revealed.     Roar!  The cloud dragon roared, fluttering its wings and flew away.  All the way south, gone in an instant.  A streak of blue-white air appeared on the sky, dragged out by the wind dragon. The starting point was in the Hersius Valley and the end point was the capital of Buada, the ancient city of Sofia at the foot of the mountain.  ??The wind blows thousands of miles, and the clouds and dragons soar high. From the Cast Iron Mountains to the Ayguns Mountains, a straight cloud bridge is built between the two mountains.  It is also like a painter, holding a huge pen like a rafter, and swaying an elegant ink mark on the canvas of the sky.  The wind mages are already known for their clear spirit and handsomeness. Even the nine-ring magic circle they created has a unique meaning of coming out of the dust.  **** Sofia Palace, Corridor of the Wind.  "It's time to go, Your Highness." The long-bearded old man in a green robe opened his eyes and said calmly.  "Then let's set off." The unparalleled Princess Buyada nodded gently.  The old man stepped forward, held her forearm, and the two of them walked against the wind until they stepped on the Cloud Bridge thousands of miles above the sky.  They stepped forward, but in an instant, their figures completely disappeared.  On Mount Aygons behind the ancient city, the evil god "Mud" in brown robes suddenly withdrew his gaze and blew out a cloud of black smoke from his mouth.  It is as black as ink and erratic, but there is a slight sound in it, as sharp as a sharp knife being drawn out of its sheath.  "I'm really looking forward to it." He licked his lips, his tongue as long and slender as a lizard.  The evil god "Mud", who had always been soft, finally straightened his back. He stood solemnly on the top of the mountain, held up the black smoke with both hands, and poured the power into his body.  The smoke dispersed, and suddenly he disappeared. A dark sickle was suspended above his head, trembling constantly, as if it was about to fly away.  "Thousands of miles away in the Cast Iron Mountains, Ventrov was also holding a scythe, but it was pale in color and seemed to be made of white bones. The cold light on the blade shone, and it was still whistling.  The shape and appearance of this pair of scythes can be seen at a glance as being made by the evil god "Death Knell".  He also made a pair of black and white guns and gave them to Birch and Jersey Val respectively, also in the same style.  "It's so close to the south and the north." Looking at the beam of light in front of him, Ventrov muttered softly.  ?Above the sky, two people floated down. It was Fadreva, the "Wrath of the Wind" from the southern country, and Christina, the eldest princess of Buyada.  "We are here, Your Highness." The black-bearded old man informed in a deep voice.  He is about fifty or sixty years old, with a black beard and black hair, a square face and thick eyebrows. He has a calm and authoritative temperament.  But compared to the furious wind, he was more like a majestic mountain, with a calm expression and a stern demeanor.  "So fast?" Christina opened her eyes and looked around curiously.  With the help of the "Ten Thousand Miles of Sky" formation, they arrived at the Hersius Valley in an instant.  Overlooking the white-capped mountains at her feet, Christina couldn't find the location of the river valley for a while. Relying on Fadreva's guidance, she barely found the faint light.  "Your Highness, don't look down." The old magician warned, and the two began to fall rapidly.  The bubble-shaped magic shield blocked the strong wind like a knife, but the rapidly approaching ground still made people feel dizzy.  But Christina stubbornly opened her eyes wide.  Snow, hillsides, houses and people rushed towards her and soon occupied every corner of her field of vision.  Then, the breeze blew, and the two landed lightly on the hillside.  The beautiful girl in blue took a step forward and saluted respectfully, "Onisa, please see Your Highness." Christina patted her chest with a pale face.  The color of blood reappeared.  The court etiquette she had cultivated since birth allowed her to step forward immediately and help him up with a smile.  "Sister Onissa. I thought you would be more heroic, but I didn't expect you to be so beautiful and endearing." Christina held her hand, looking quite intimate.  ¡°I didn¡¯t expect her to be so enthusiastic. Onissa was a little at a loss, but it was quick.  The girl adapted, responded politely and respectfully, and introduced the current situation in the river valley to him.  "Very good. But we have to ensure that there is no possibility of repairing the path of the 'Sneaker'," Christina nodded.  He asked sideways.  "Master, are you sure?" "When I take control of the 'Tower of Wind', I can defeat the entire mountain cliff and bury the entire northern part of the valley." Fadreva glanced at it and replied firmly.  "How long will it take?" Christina asked again. She didn't want to stay in the enemy's hinterland for a long time.  "Your Highness, let me ask Schinkel first." Fadreva excused himself.  He turned around.  The wind blew under my feet and drifted down the mountain.  The old man in red robe was walking around the formation.  Seeing him coming, she stopped and said with a smile, "You're finally here." "Isn't it too late?" Fadreva smiled slightly, leaned over and asked, "Are you ready over there?" "Any time?"  It can be activated." A blood-red bat flew out of Duke Van Hinkel's sleeve. It was petite and had lively eyes, rubbing it affectionately in his palm.  "Then let's get started." Fadreva nodded, and his eyes paused for a moment as he glanced at Turanze on the ground next to him.  But then, he moved away expressionlessly, seeming to have completely forgotten that that was one of his most beloved students.  "As you wish." The old Duke suddenly clenched his palm, and with a squeaking sound, scarlet blood overflowed from his fingers.  They stood in the snow, waiting patiently, one second, two seconds, until half a quarter of an hour later, a pale white light rose into the sky from the cliff in the north.  Ventrov raised his hands and channeled his power. The bone sickle continued to expand in the air. When it flew into the sky, its blade length had reached nearly a hundred meters. It was floating in the clouds and mist, ready to move.  And in the southern sky, a dark sickle is also ready to go.  The wind dragon was lying exhausted in the clouds. When it saw the sickle approaching, it roared in fright and hurriedly moved to the side.  "You are indeed evil gods." Seeing that there was no one around, Fadreva lowered his voice and sighed softly.  As a great magician and the real master of the "Ten Thousand Miles of Sky", he can naturally discover the evil aura contained in the sickle.  "At least we respect the contract," Van Hinkel said with a casual smile. He bowed slightly and made an invitation gesture, "Next, it's your turn to take action." Fadreva didn't say much and walked straight away.  Entering the magic circle, he started singing loudly.  As early as twenty years ago, he was promoted to a high-level mage, and his proficiency in the operation of magic can be called a proficiency.  Therefore, soon, the formation was activated again. ? ****** ? One south and one north, a huge sickle hanging in the sky.  In the middle is a cloud that stretches across the sky.  With the push of Fadreva, the wind traveled thousands of miles, coming and going.  The giant scythe tied to the clouds streaked through the air, cutting the sky and clouds apart.  The black and white spatula lights meet in the middle??, erupting with terrifying destructive power.  And that's where the collapsed cloud heaven is located in the sky above Ranken City.  A scorching sun appeared in the sky, half as black as ink and half as pale as bone. The ruins of the "Kingdom of Light" were instantly turned into powder.  But the giant scythe that merged into one did not stop, but continued to slash towards the sky, cutting into the upper level of the kingdom of gods.  The endless star sea that mortals can never see, the "ten thousand-colored stars" composed of the realms of gods.  Without its master, it lost its defense. Before the black and white twin scythes, the stars were shattered one after another.  The huge amount of spiritual energy accumulated in it spilled out, blended into the sea water below, and then turned into a heavy rain, falling one after another.  With the "Fortress of Sorrow" as the center, the death aura laid out by the evil god "Death Knell" also quietly blended into it, giving the originally crystal clear raindrops a faint dark color.  The spiritual energy in the kingdom of gods is ten times and a hundred times that of the human world. The overwhelming spiritual energy even forms a raging tide in the air, rising and falling, surging endlessly.  And directly above the Hersius River Valley, an invisible tower was also affected.  It's like a small boat that strayed into the tide, was thrown high, and was revealed to the world.  "Tower of Wind", one of the nine highest towers, a floating island that never falls, a supreme palace containing the original power of the wind system.  As one of the means of self-protection, the tower is permanently blessed with the highest level "Invisibility Technique", "Concealment Technique", and the "Source Power Barrier" that blocks any detection.  Even the wind mages of the "Sky Palace" are unable to detect its location.  Only through the sporadic records in the secret book, coupled with the distribution of trade wind belts in the past few years, can we calculate its trajectory, and then find out the approximate location of the "Tower of Winds".  But even so, they can't get their hands on this supreme tower.  In the final battle of the Magic Empire, the leader of the "Tower of Wind" was killed from the air before he could be designated as a successor. The "Tower of Wind" immediately escaped into the void and has not been seen since.  Therefore, its control mark is still in the tower and not scattered in the world.  Only a wind mage with profound magic power can analyze its control mark by personally entering the tower, and thereby gradually control this supreme tower.  During this process, the "Tower of Wind" must remain calm, but without the "Ten Thousand Miles of Sky" formation, who can make this magic tower that is always moving completely quiet?  Seeing the "Tower of Wind" appear, Fadreva was ecstatic. He raised his hands high, and the magic hall in the clouds suddenly opened its dome, like a trap, locking the "Tower of Wind" firmly.  Then, the old magician pulled back hard, and the cyan light pillar that penetrated the sky and the earth, like a long rope, slowly dragged the "Tower of Wind" down.  The tide of spiritual energy can only temporarily interfere with the operation of the "Tower of Wind". If it cannot be pulled out of the orbit, it will continue to operate and escape again.  "Successful" Fadreva breathed a long sigh of relief, and his face, which showed no emotion or anger, also showed an expression of mixed emotions.  After many generations of hard work, many attempts and sacrifices, the "Sky Palace" finally took control of the "Tower of Wind" again and found the road to the sky.  "I said, we will not break our promise." Duke Van Hinkel beside him said softly.  "I promise you that I will do my best." Fadreva nodded solemnly.  What about making a deal with an evil god?  Only in this way can they get back the "Tower of Wind" and restore the Magic Empire's former glory.  Hundreds of miles away, Vilano, who was trekking in the snowy wilderness, also looked up at the sky.  In his eyes, it was unclear whether it was yearning or jealousy.  ¡­(To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster! ps: (I am just a pigeon man.)
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