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Volume 4 Violet Tower 745 Landslide and Earth Split

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    The air flow surged and the tower floated up. Fadreva activated the "Eternal Wings", one of the nine core magic circles, and it did not stop smoothly until it was a thousand meters above the ground.  When the Allegri incident happened, the old magician couldn't control his anger, and naturally he didn't want to rescue Brook and others anymore.  Christina didn't force it. She and Onissa chose a palace to rest.  Turanze and Allegri were imprisoned in another palace, guarded by Rubion's "Blood Rose" spies.  "If something goes wrong again this time, don't come to see me." Duke Van Hinkel's voice was not loud, but Rubion was trembling with fear and quickly ordered his men to set up defenses inside and outside the palace.  On the floating island, six palaces and pavilions are connected by corridors, with upturned eaves and corners, and are elegant in shape.  Looking from the window, you can see the clouds and sky, with mountains and rivers at your feet, and the scenery is extremely magnificent.  "Huh?" Christina stretched out her jade-green finger and poked at the window.  She could clearly feel the long wind blowing against her face, but when she touched it, it was blocked by a transparent barrier and she couldn't get out.  "Your Highness, this is the 'Wind Barrier', a mid-level wind spell. It cannot be broken if you poke it like this." Fadreva strode over and explained with a smile.  "Intermediate spell?" Christina was a little surprised. There are no less than a hundred windows in these six palaces. Using the "Wind Barrier" as a window glass is really a big deal.  "Exactly." Fadreva smiled proudly. Not even the king of the world could tolerate the magician's methods.  He walked to the window and pointed from a distance.  "Your Highness, I am going to knock down the three nearby mountains to completely bury the 'Road of the Light Walker'. Is this good?" "Very good," Christina nodded and explained, "Master, feel free to do it.  Because, anyway, this place is not within my territory of Buyada." Onissa next to her frowned slightly.  But after a while, he still sighed softly.  Let go of the old feelings and worries.  In the Hersius Valley, the castle she designed and supervised was almost completed, but since it was just a pretense.  So what does it matter whether it is built or not?  Fadreva saluted again, excused himself and left.  Christina took Onissa's hand, smiled and comforted, "It's just a rough place, so why should you worry about it, sister? After arriving in Sofia, I will give you a manor so that you can taste it."  "Buyada's garden art is world-famous." "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness." Onissa wondered, the other party's attitude was too intimate.  And from the beginning, the eldest princess showed her love for her, her emotions were sincere and did not seem to be fake.  "As for Allegri," Christina paused.  He said in embarrassment, "You try your best to convince him. If not, I can only hand him over to Master Fadreva. He is the pillar of the empire, and I have to win over him." "Yes, Your Highness." Austrian  Nisha stood up and bowed solemnly to thank her.  "Sit down, sit down quickly. When the master casts the spell later, the floating island may be bumpy, so you have to hold on tight." Christina looked out the window. A series of blue magic lines condensed out of thin air, and then  There is a cloud that leads straight to the southern sky.  The exhausted wind dragon was hiding behind the clouds to rest. The clouds were wrapped around its neck like a chain.  The dragon seemed to have a premonition of his fate, and hissed with grief.  As Fadreva pulled the mana lead, the wind dragon was forced to flutter its wings and fly back to the north.  It is not a real dragon, but a dragon shadow that was ripened by the "Storm Furnace" and hatched from a dragon egg.  It was born based on the "Ten Thousand Miles of Sky", and it will die with the "Ten Thousand Miles of Sky", and Fadreva wants to squeeze out its use value as much as possible before that.  The scattered wind magic power attached to the giant dragon one after another. It straightened its head and neck and folded its wings, like a giant spear, speeding across the turbulent sky.  The sun disk composed of the black and white twin scythes finally became invisible after destroying the "ten thousand colored stars".  Most of the kingdom of gods was destroyed, and only the Babel Tower remained hidden in the void, serving as the arena for the three evil gods and a prison in a sense.  The arrangement of the evil god "Death Knell" has indeed achieved results, but he himself is trapped in the "Sky Temple" and has no time to pick the fruits of victory.  But something went wrong, and he had long expected that taking over the "Sky Temple" would take a long time.  Under his arrangement, Jersey Val and other subordinates acted separately. At least so far, it has not caused much impact.  The spiritual energy falling from the sky was attracted by the Supreme Tower, forming several spiritual energy vortexes in the north and south of the continent.  In addition, high-level warriors and magicians can also use kung fu to absorb spiritual energy to greatly increase their strength.  Others, such as middle and low-level professionals, and even ordinary people, have also strengthened their physiques, and the far-reaching impact this will bring will far exceed?People's imagination.  The troubled times where heroes rise up and kings fight has finally arrived.  ¡°Let¡¯s go, let¡¯s go quickly!¡± Brooke shouted along the street, looking anxious.  Under his order, the remaining hundreds of security forces separately informed the magicians in the town.  Some people were still unwilling to leave, and some people still didn't know why, so the sergeant forcibly dragged them and fled out of the valley.  "A disaster is coming." Looking at the tallest tower in the sky, Brooke's heart was filled with despair.  It wasn't until the Tower of Violet self-destructed that he realized that Allegri had not taken refuge in Buada, but by that time, he was powerless to change anything.  "Let's go, let's go" The old magician blamed himself and felt depressed. He lowered his head and stared at this familiar land, and his voice gradually became lower.  "Mayor, most of the magicians have left the river valley. What should we do next?" A slender swordsman reported in a deep voice. His crescent-shaped eyes, which were always smiling, also showed a hint of laughter at this time.  Worry.  "Order everyone, including the security forces, to evacuate the valley immediately, quickly!" Brooke cheered up, turned around and warned, "Also, don't stay here. If Snowton's army arrives, there will definitely be no chickens or dogs left here.  You let them all go. If the disaster is coming, let them go. As long as they can survive" "What if they don't want to go?" The swordsman asked, he could feel the old magician's low mood.  Even he himself felt uncomfortable. Who would be willing to leave his hometown and become homeless?  "Then drive them away and flee. It's better than losing your life." Brooke patted his shoulder and sighed in a low voice.  "Yes." The swordsman nodded, took two steps, then turned back and asked, "Master. Where are you?" "You go first, I will come later." Brooke replied casually, standing in the rubble-strewn  In the square, looking around at the unrecognizable town, my nose felt sour and I couldn't help but shed tears.  Turanze opened his eyes and looked around blankly.  This is an elegant palace, made purely of jade, which makes people feel chilly for no reason.  Under him.  He was only wearing a thin cloak, and not far away from him was a magician with black hair and purple eyes.  He was sitting on a table and chair that was integrated with the floor.  "Where is?" Tulanze straightened his upper body, trembling all over because of coldness.  He moved his gaze away, scanning the carved stone pillars and the exquisite murals, and finally landed at the door of the palace.  On those "Blood Rose" spies who were eyeing him with eagerness.  "Don't you see, this is the 'Tower of Winds'." Allegri's voice came.  Extraordinarily calm, without too much hatred, but with a trace of compassion.  He has roughly sorted out the context of the matter, and he also knows that Turanze played a lot of role in it.  But as prisoners of their subordinates and chess pieces being manipulated, the situation of the two great magicians is now equally miserable.  "Tower of Wind?" Turanze murmured and repeated. In fact, he had already guessed it, because when he was still practicing magic in the high tower in the mountain, he had read relevant records countless times. Regarding the description in the secret book,  He could almost recite the contents of "Tower of Wind" backwards and forwards.  "This is the 'Tower of Winds'" The pale-faced great magician, a hero among the younger generation of Buyada, suddenly lay on the floor and started sobbing.  Allegri glanced at him and suddenly laughed loudly, "Why, the master's dream came true and he finally climbed to the 'Tower of Winds', so he cried with joy?" "You!" Turanze suddenly raised his head,  She glared at him with tears still on her face.  "What's wrong with me?" Allegri snorted, "Do I still need to apologize to you?" Turanze couldn't help being stunned, opened his mouth, and couldn't say a word.  It wasn't until the magic power in his body was sucked away by the wind dragon that he realized that he had been plotted against.  And who else can control the "thousands of miles of sky" besides his teacher, Fadreva, the "Wrath of the Wind"?  Thinking about the past, Turanze felt even more sad. But when he saw the sarcastic expression on Allegri's face, he had to hold back and raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes. Only occasionally, it would be difficult for him to do so.  Suppressed sniffling.  "Don't worry, your teacher, since he brought you here, will probably not kill you for the time being," Allegri leaned on the back of his chair and said lazily, "Listen to my advice, you should think more about yourself.  What's the use? That way you can live for two more days. ""What about you? How long can you live?" Turanze asked. In his impression, Allegri has always been gentle and humble.  Never been so vitriolic.  "But this is understandable. After such a change, anyone's temperament will change drastically.  AllegriHe was in a mood to be sarcastic and sarcastic, which already impressed him.  "Me? Of course I won't live long," Allegri spread his hands and replied nonchalantly, "Maybe they will send someone to persuade them to surrender, but it won't help if they delay it for a few more days." "You  You can agree, that way you can live for two more days." Turanze got up and sat across from him, returning his original words.  "Promise?" Allegri seemed to have heard a big joke and had no intention of answering. He knocked on the table and shouted at the door, "Is there any water? I'm thirsty." "No!" Ruby  Ang immediately yelled back, and then told the men next to him, "Don't pay attention to him, so as not to cause trouble." The "Blood Rose" spies nodded at the same time, and every half-quarter of an hour, they had to come in for inspection. Of course, this was just  In this form, within the scope of the "Tower of Wind", no one can cast spells without Fadreva's permission.  And apart from magic, what can the two prisoners inside do?  "They don't even give you water, really," Allegri snorted and asked carelessly, "Hey, do you have any way to kill everyone here." "What did you say?"  Turanze was shocked. On the "Tower of Winds", Fadreva could hear everyone's conversations as long as he wanted to.  "I don't believe it. Don't you have this idea?" Allegri looked at him with a half-smile.  "If you want to die, go do it yourself. Don't drag me into the water." Turanze warned in a low voice. Although he was ridiculed, a glimmer of hope finally ignited in his ashen heart.  "That's it, that's all, you coward," Allegri continued to pound the table, "Hey, watchdog, call that eldest princess of yours." "Your Highness is not free." Rubion refused decisively. He didn't want to,  If something happens again.  "Do you really want to die that much?" Turanze asked in a low voice. When his ambition was shattered and the young man's nature revived, he not only felt guilty about Allegri, but also felt sympathy for him.  Allegri snorted coldly. The more detached he was on the surface, the more despair he felt inside.  Just at this time, the wind and clouds outside the window were surging, and a green dragon spear flew from the south sky, as fast as lightning and majestic.  "This, this is" Turanze stood up suddenly, as if he recognized something, but also seemed unsure.  "What the hell?" Allegri also walked to the window and took a look.  Under the gaze of the two people, the wind dragon roared and swooped down diagonally, pulling out a long cloud mark at the end.  On the floating island, on the top of the tower, Fadreva sang loudly, and the magic power in his body poured into the control marks of the "Tower of Wind" crazily.  The magic pattern on the tower body lights up, and the endless magic light attaches to the giant dragon, coating it with a green-gold rim.  Like a sharp spear or a blue meteorite, the wind dragon crashed into the mountains on the north side of the Hersius Valley.  There was a loud bang, and the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked!  "That's it" Turanze was dumbfounded and murmured.  He has always wondered why the "Ten Thousand Miles of Sky", which is a nine-ring formation, does not have such earth-shattering lethality.  But today it seems that there is, but the records in the secret book have been tampered with.  Teacher, teacher, how many other things are you hiding from me?  "Hehe, hehe" Allegri next to him suddenly laughed.  He just watched like this, watching the giant dragon knock down the cliff, watching the rubble collapse and roll down towards the Hersius River Valley, burying everything he was familiar with.  Smiling and laughing, two lines of clear tears flowed down.  ¡­(To be continued) ps: (Updated.) ¡­
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