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Volume 4 Violet Tower 740 Magic Tsunami

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    Forest path.  Darnan squirmed, and the bone-chilling snow gradually awakened his consciousness.  He reluctantly turned his head and blinked blankly. A snowflake stuck to his eyelashes, trembling and finally falling.  Mastour, who was not far away, turned around with a strange posture, glanced at him, and said with a smile, "Are you awake too?" Darnan was shocked. It seemed that the strength of the other party was indeed better than his own.  If he waits for him to recover, he will have no choice but to be slaughtered.  Thinking of this, he immediately calmed down and checked the injury, but Mastur smiled lazily and said, "Don't waste your efforts. I used all my strength to use the sword of defeat. Isn't it?"  Are you so easy to get along with?" Darnion was slightly startled. He looked at himself and found that the energy in his body was scattered. No matter how hard he tried, it was difficult to gather energy.  "I didn't lie to you, did I?" Mastour lay on his side on the snow, stretched out his hand on his back, and asked at the same time, "Then, is it your turn to tell me what tricks you used on me?"  "It's just a powerful ice spike formed by magic power," Darnion stared at him, "But I'm curious, why didn't you die even though you were stabbed in the back of the heart?" "Because when you popped out,  After the ice stab, it was shattered," Mastur was honest and answered truthfully, "My sword is called 'Farewell'. It looks as calm as water, but it is as powerful as a hundred raging waves.  , if you practice to perfection, you can even disperse the legendary realm, let alone a mere ice spike." Darnion knew that what he said was true, so he said, "Then I will tell you the truth, that ice spike?  The lines on the thorns also form a 'stiffness technique', which will be automatically cast even if it is shattered by you. " "No wonder I can't move," Mastur nodded, simply gave up struggling, and rested his chin on his hands.  .  He made a chatting gesture, "Hey, aren't you in a hurry?" "Is it useful?" Darnion asked.  Having said that, when he looked north.  There was still a hint of worry in his blue eyes.  "As expected of a killer, he has a tolerant nature," Mastour praised, and then changed the subject.  "But if Allegri died because of this, wouldn't you blame yourself?" "I will avenge him, that's all." Darnion raised his eyebrows and said calmly.  "Don't worry, Allegri will not die," Mastur rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "In fact, he has surrendered to Her Royal Highness the Princess, Hersius Valley. Now he is our ally in Buyada.  "How is that possible?" Darnion turned back, completely in disbelief.  "If there weren't internal agents in the river valley, how could our actions be so smooth?" Mastour continued to give evidence.  "The internal agent is Onissa, right?" Darnion lay flat on the snow, and after a while, he said softly.  "Huh?" Mastur glanced at him in surprise. Just as he was about to defend himself, he suddenly looked up at the sky and saw clouds of spiritual energy falling from the clouds.  The abundant spiritual energy in the kingdom of gods.  When they come to the world, whether they are warriors or magicians, they all face great opportunities.  It would be great if I could also absorb spiritual energy.  Duke Van Hinkel stands under the "Tower of Winds".  With his hands behind his back, he looked like a master.  Facing thousands of rebel soldiers, he showed no fear.  What's more, the series of changes that happened in front of them had already stunned the other party, and they recognized the magicians of the "Tower of Wind".  They all retreated and even fled in all directions. The supreme power of the Supreme Tower was beyond their ability to resist.  "Sir Your Majesty." A low voice came from the side, and a short, fat middle-aged man with dull eyes stumbled over.  "Ruby, where have you been?" Van Hinkel asked dissatisfiedly. He couldn't even solve Brook. What a waste.  "Subordinate, subordinate I forgot." Rubion scratched his head and replied blankly.  "What?" Old Duke Van Hinkel was so angry that he almost laughed out loud.  However, after looking carefully for a moment, he still saw a clue. Rubion's memory seemed to have been erased. If nothing unexpected happened, it should be a skilled necromancer.  "Forget it, go over there and keep an eye on Allegri and Turanze to avoid trouble again." Van Hinkel arranged a simple task for him. If he can't even keep an eye on the two unconscious guys,  , he can retire and take care of himself.  "Yes, my lord." Rubion followed the order and left, his steps frivolous, and he was obviously still in a trance.  The old man in red robe shook his head, pacing back and forth while calculating secretly.  There are six palaces around the "Tower of Wind", and the main body is divided into nine floors. If you want to take over this supreme towerFadreva needs to analyze the past one by one, and it becomes more difficult the further back he goes.  In this case, I don¡¯t know how long it will take.  The old Duke sighed. What he was worried about was not the Hersius Valley, but the reinforcements from the Snowton Empire. If the three legendary powerhouses were to join forces, then he would not be able to defeat many.  Although among the evil gods, his strength is not bad, but the evil gods and the gods are all birds in the sky. They are better at high-level combat rather than sneaking into the pond to fight hand-to-hand with grass carp.  While he was thinking, the spiritual energy cloud was already close to the ground.  With the Hersius Valley as the center, the spiritual energy within hundreds of miles was attracted by the "Tower of Wind" and all gathered together. The wind and clouds were stirred for a while, and the weather was myriad.  At the same time, in other parts of the mainland, the same scene is also happening.  The Tower of Fire in the Ember Mountains, the Tower of Water in the Polar Ice Sea, the Tower of Earth in the Kalahari Desert, the Black Devil Tower in the Undead Wilderness, the Green Tower in the Moonsong Forest, and so on.  Even the Holy White Tower in Ranken City began to absorb the surrounding spiritual energy.  Cyprius stood in the position that originally belonged to Inedil, looking down at the mountains and rivers with bright eyes.  Because there is no control mark, this most powerful supreme tower cannot exert its full power, but its lost power also begins to recover quickly.  But this is just a drop in the bucket. More spiritual energy is sprinkled on the mountains, rivers, land, and cities and towns. Huge sea monsters poke their heads out, sleeping dragons open their eyes, and even monsters in the forest and giants in the mountains stand up one after another.  , return to the world.  "You two, come and see! This evil god is really a big deal." The great demon king Sodan, or Hersius, who was bound in the cracks of the planes, looked like he was just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.  .  "Huh?" Banalgomo rubbed his eyes, being woken up by him.  "Isn't the control mark of the Crimson Flame Tower in your hand? Go back quickly and absorb more spiritual energy." Hersius ordered. I have to say that the great demon clan is really stupid and stupid. Now, on the side of purgatory  The portal has not been built yet.  "Okay ok," the sleepy Fire Demon King was stunned for a moment, but finally agreed, "I'll go right away. Please tell this old dragon not to sleep, he can also absorb these spiritual energy." "I know,  I know!" One of Amosich's heads was still in a sleepy state, but the other head was looking around and said excitedly, "Now, I can finally regain my old outlook." He roared and flew up.  , straight into the clouds.  As a result, the amount of spiritual energy that the Black Devil Tower could collect was reduced. However, the leaderless "Council of Bones" still wisely chose to remain silent.  The three purgatory kings were not something they dared to provoke.  On the contrary, on the distant blue sea, a gray tower swept away all the spiritual energy within thousands of miles around it.  However, because it is too far away from the mainland and the spiritual energy is thin, it is slightly inferior to other supreme towers.  On the high tower, a black cat jumped off the desk lightly, rolled up into a ball, and transformed into a gray goat.  It turned around a few times in the hall and was dissatisfied with its appearance, so it turned into an owl again, flew to the railing, and stared at the tall towers in the distance.  After so many years, is it time for the birds hiding under the water to fly out?  "This, this is" Darnion looked around, filled with spiritual energy, like a clear and refreshing spring, nourishing his damaged body.  Mastour thought for a while, then gave some advice, "If you believe me, regulating your energy now will not only heal your injuries, but will also be of great benefit to your future promotions." Darnan glanced at him and immediately struggled.  Sit up, close your eyes and adjust your breathing.  "Hey, wait for me." Unexpectedly, he was so obedient. Mastur shouted anxiously. He couldn't sit up and could only lie on the ground, absorbing the spiritual energy around him.  Both of them are high-level professionals. At this moment, they exerted force at the same time, affecting the airflow in the forest, and even formed two spiritual energy vortexes.  Speaking of which, they would also like to thank Fadreva. The spiritual energy gathered in the "Tower of Wind" made the Hersius Valley rich in spiritual energy. Although the two of them did not intercept much from it, they have benefited a lot.  Brooke and several other mages also benefited.  When the spiritual energy came, the old magician was shocked to find that Van Hinkel was right. He had no hope of promotion, but he had once again reached the threshold of promotion.  Brooke thought for a moment, then immediately called the mage beside him and began to meditate with his eyes closed.  The mages who were initially hesitant were soon astonished, because they also noticed that the effectiveness of meditation at this time was dozens of times that of usual.  If the theory of "magic tide" is indeed established in this world plane.  So when the "Ten Thousand Colored Stars" shattered, the world was like a tsunami of magical power. I don't know how many mages felt the vigorous energy rhythm, and more ordinary peopleI saw another road, a road leading to the door of mystery.  In the north and south of the mainland, the strength of both warriors and mages has improved to a greater or lesser extent.  Even cats and dogs as pets have been promoted to monsters, spitting out a small fireball with their fangs and claws.  This is the end of the three years of the Renaissance calendar. Spiritual energy sweeps through like a huge tide, and a new era begins.  ¡­(To be continued.) ps: (I am a pigeon fancier.) ¡­
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