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Volume 4: Tower of Violet 753: Lost Friends

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    December eighteenth.  Novel Chinese iqi. With the last day left before the agreement with Vilanno, King Naqini led his army back east and rushed to the "Fortress of Sorrow".  With the "Golden Hibiscus" and the Royal Guards as the main body, this force of more than 30,000 people is the absolute elite of the Southern Expeditionary Army.  Despite the recent upheaval and chaos, they remain firm and faithfully execute every military order.  The horses' noses were snorting white air, and their hooves were trudging through the snowy fields. The mountains were gradually converging, leaving only a long and narrow valley.  The Elendil Corridor was once the most important north-south passage.  In contrast, the "Green Dome" is located between the Undead Wilderness and the Whispering Forest. It is a swampy and muddy place that is difficult to navigate. With the opening of the "Lightstalker's Road", it has become increasingly deserted and deserted.  "Your Majesty, can we really open up the Elendil Corridor?" Agassiz rode closer and asked in a low voice.  In the past few years, the Imperial Army has tried, but they have all ended in failure. The Snowton warriors who are good at riding and slashing have nothing to do with the incorporeal wraiths.  "Other than that, what can we do?" King Naqini shook his head and sighed, "The 'Sneaker's Road' has been cut off, and all the food and supplies in the Green River Valley have been lost. If we cannot open up a new north-south passage, our army will not be able to advance.  There is no way to advance and no way to retreat. The hundreds of thousands of troops are afraid that they will be annihilated. " "Our army still has most of Ian's territory in its hands, and there are strong cities such as Ljajic and Severa, which are fighting against each other.  For the power of the horns, even if he cannot win, it is enough to ensure that he is undefeated. "Obviously, Agassi has not realized the seriousness of the problem." "People's hearts," King Nachini patted his chest and replied softly, "  If the soldiers know that they will never be able to return to their hometown in this life, how much will they have left to fight? So no matter what, we have to try. If the Elendil Corridor cannot be opened, we will continue.  Go east, bypass the Undead Wilderness, and explore the 'Green Dome' corridor. Even if you use your life to fill it, you have to make a way." "I understand, Your Majesty." Agassi nodded solemnly and rode back.  , urging the soldiers to speed up.  When it gets dark, this army.  Finally arrived at the south entrance of the Elendil Corridor.  Looking at the gray fog, King Nachini ordered the camp to be set up, waiting for the arrival of Vilannoo.  All the hopes of the Southern Expedition rest on this legendary mage.  ****** ****** Vilano has arrived.  He stood on the tower of the "Fortress of Sorrow", looking at the mist surging in front of him.  Beside him, Jersey Val gave orders, and groups of resentful spirits gathered together, squeezing each other like an army.  There should be some kind of connection between them, right?  Vila?o thought so.  Otherwise, this white-haired knight would not be able to command these unintelligent Yin spirits through mental fluctuations.  "At noon tomorrow, please guide Snowton's army ten miles south of the city. I will set up an ambush there." Jersey Val said indifferently, holding the bone gun "Killing Song".  This is the arrangement of the evil god "Death Knell". He and the old magician are both pawns in the game, and there is no need to be polite.  All you need to do is follow the orders, "Okay." Vila Nuo nodded, a legendary mage will not be afraid of warriors of the same level.  But the knight next to him put great pressure on him.  Jersey Val said no more words, but concentrated on controlling the resentful spirits.  The ethereal figures merged into the mist and soon disappeared.  It¡¯s just that the originally gray-white mist has now become much thicker.  When needed, they will appear again to round up the prey in the trap.  Bilanao closed his eyes and meditated. He needed to recover the lost magic power as soon as possible.  But not long after, there was a sound of flapping wings, and a red-eyed crow suddenly descended from the sky, mouthing human words, "Twelve miles west of the city, someone broke in." "Catch him back." Jersey Val turned around  He turned around and ordered softly.  The barbarian girl standing aside did not hesitate, immediately picked up the gun and drove away in the sky.  "Is there an enemy invasion?" the old magician asked with a frown. Could it be that King Nachini couldn't wait and broke in alone?  "It doesn't matter, Arvette is not weak and can defeat the enemy." Jersey Val is quite confident in his spearmanship apprentice.  Vilanno opened his mouth, but did not express his concerns.  The city perimeter of "Sorrow Fortress" is equivalent to a permanent legendary realm. Those who can get so close to the city will definitely not be any worse in strength.  As expected, until half an hour later, Arvite still had not returned.  Jerseyval began to pace back and forth, and the mist on his face that concealed his face spun faster and faster. Vilano felt dizzy and had to look away.  "Please wait a moment, I'll be back as soon as I can." Finally, Jersey Val couldn't bear it anymore. He summoned the dragon and quickly headed towards the west of the city.Go.  Vilanao thought for a moment, then stepped to follow, and at the same time cast a spell to cover his body.  Twelve miles west of the city, there are rolling hills with no vegetation and exposed boulders.  As a battlefield, this place is more suitable for archers.  Therefore, it is not incomprehensible that Bai Ji is at a disadvantage.  A girl in magic crystal armor is holding a spear and running for her life.  The ranger on the opposite side was elusive, relying on the terrain advantage to maintain the distance between the two sides.  But the strange thing is that he holds a long bow but rarely fires arrows, as if he is afraid of hurting the girl.  Only when he had no choice would he delay her steps and then take the opportunity to move.  Through the ferocious magic crystal mask, it was difficult for Irlo to see the girl's face.  But he still confirmed her identity from every detail.  "Peggie? Peggie?" the half-elf shouted loudly, with mixed feelings of joy and sorrow.  His voice came from afar, and the barbarian girl was suddenly stunned. She seemed to remember something and stopped all movements. A look of confusion flashed across her pure black eyes.  "It's me, Illo." The half-elf ranger took a few steps closer, hoping to let the other party see his appearance clearly.  The girl tilted her head and looked at him, the tip of the gun gradually lowered, and countless fragments swarmed in, messy, but some of them were really the familiar face in front of her.  With a piercing roar, the giant beast hovered in the air. Jersey Val jumped off the dragon saddle, stood in front of the girl, and asked loudly, "Who are you?" "Who are you?" Irlo's eyes were wide open.  Like electricity, there are several white feather arrows clasped between his fingers, ready to go.  "Knight of Nightmare, Jerseyval." The white-haired knight swung his spear horizontally, locking the opponent firmly with his sharp energy.  For some reason, he felt a little angry and wanted to stab this hateful half-elf to death.  ¡­(To be continued.)
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