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Volume 4 Violet Tower 754 Star Guidance

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    For days, Illo had been wandering in the fog.  The thick fog accumulates at the bottom of the valley, which is probably a hundred meters high.  As he continued to go deeper, the visibility became lower and lower, and the world behind him gradually faded away. Everything as far as he could see was gray. Sometimes, the half-elf even felt that he had entered a dream that has no beginning and no end.  There is no safe place, and there are floating miasma masses everywhere. Every day, Irlo only dares to find a sheltered place to relax for a while.  As time went by, the dry food and water he carried became less and less, but this time, the half-elf did not choose to retreat, because he vaguely felt that the person he was looking for was not far ahead.  Irlo's premonition was not wrong. Under the ferocious magic crystal armor, there were vaguely the features of a barbarian girl.  But at the same time, what did he miss?  "I missed the "stairway to heaven" and the "thousands of miles of sky". Even the loud noise in the Hersius Valley was as weak as the chirping of insects when it reached here.  The world outside was turned upside down, but he had no idea that while he found his old friend, his old place had been reduced to ruins.  But at this moment, Irlo had no time to think too much.  The white-haired knight on the opposite side may have legendary level combat power, so he must deal with it carefully to avoid getting himself involved.  "Arvette, I taught you the key to stabbing with a spear, do you remember what it was?" Zersivar raised his bone spear and asked calmly.  "Consistent." The girl replied softly.  "That's right, I'll show you how." Seeing half-elves as nothing, Jersey Val started on-site teaching.  He jumped up and swept down the hillside quickly like a breeze. In the process, he released his left hand and raised it.  Holding the tail of the gun with his right hand, he used an extremely stretched posture to attack Irlo, who was dozens of steps away.  The bow string flicked, and three white feather arrows were shot out almost in one breath.  Illo fired arrows while running, just to interrupt the opponent's attack rhythm.  To create a greater distance.  Once Jerseyval stops knocking the arrows or dodges to the side, his goal will be achieved.  However, the white-haired knight just swayed from side to side, and the area hit by the arrow instantly changed from real to empty, and the arrow passed through his body without causing any damage.  "Spirit body?" Irlo's heart trembled, considering what he had experienced in the past few days.  So guessed.  Along the way, he encountered many resentful spirits, and arrows were completely ineffective against them, making them very difficult to deal with.  But he is not helpless.  The half-elf simply stopped and took aim.  Fierce golden light poured into the arrow feathers from his fingers, creating a "dragon stalker" energy.  After reaching the middle of the arrow shaft, it is divided into several strands.  Rotate the cross up to the arrowhead.  Immediately, a golden light shot out, and when it approached Jersey Val, it exploded and turned into thousands of light points.  If the other party still wants to do the same thing.  Unless the entire body is turned into nothingness.  "Open!" Jersey Val shouted, twisting his wrist and spinning the spear in his palm.  The strong wind formed a cyclone, and he used it to open the gap.  The momentum of the thrust continued to increase.  The second arrow was shot out, and the arrowhead exuded a dark green luster.  The bone bow is blessed with the power of "soul hunting". Once it is shot, it will give the enemy negative effects such as "weakness" and "curse".  According to Illo's personal testing, this is also effective for spiritual bodies.  The attack continued, and the third arrow followed closely.  There was nothing unusual about the white feather arrow, except that the tip of the arrow was particularly bright. It was just a tiny bit, but it left a long trail.  "Be careful." From afar, Bai Ji exclaimed.  She also realized the danger of this arrow.  "Don't worry." Jersey Val still had time to look back and smile. Immediately, his body turned into a mist, attached to the bone gun, and continued to rush forward.  The missed arrow hit the boulder with a loud bang and rocks flying.  Jerseyval, on the other hand, instantly crossed the final distance, his body took shape again, he held the gun with one hand and thrust straight out. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Irlo stumbling back, clutching his shoulders, a line of blood was thrown out.  The Nightmare Knight, who is between reality and reality, often plays with the enemy at his fingertips.  What's more, Jersey Val's realm is one level higher than his opponent's.  "Don't!" Seeing that he was about to kill him, Bai Ji subconsciously shouted, with a hint of anxiety in her voice.  "You know him?" Zersival frowned, and the tip of the gun stopped at the half-elf's chest.  "It seems so." The girl ran over and nodded blankly.  She always had an inexplicable feeling of intimacy towards Irlo, like meeting again after a long absence, and her heart was filled with a touch of joy.  Jersey Val was silent. He wanted to kill this half-elf, but he didn't want to disobey the girl's wishes.  Just as he was thinking, Irlo's eyes turned pure silver gray.?, holding the bow arm with his left hand, his right hand quietly reached behind him and grabbed a mithril arrow.  The Nightmare Knight is also a special kind of spiritual creature. The "Spirit of Oblivion" will definitely cause great harm to them.  Jerseyval didn¡¯t realize this, but the moment Irlo put the arrow on the bow string, the barbarian girl poked her spear and knocked the bone bow out of his hand.  "Don't move." Faced with the surprised look in the half-elf's eyes, Bai Ji warned, "Huh? Do you dare to attack me secretly?" Jersey Val raised his eyebrows and summoned several ghosts to wrap around him like ropes.  Towards Illo.  The pale half-elf ranger gritted his teeth, took out a short blade from somewhere, and slashed across.  The silver-gray air flow surged between the hollow patterns. The slender snake-like Yin spirit let out a silent scream and was instantly wiped out.  "This short blade can indeed hurt spirits." Irlo thought to himself. He rolled over, avoided it, and stood with the knife in his hand.  "For her sake, I don't want to hurt you," Jersey Val was a little surprised, but that was all. He held the bone gun with his backhand and threatened calmly, "You'd better surrender and tell the truth about the origin of this knife.  It will save you more suffering." Illo snorted coldly and used this short blade as a carrier to activate the "Spirit of Oblivion".  He swung his forearm back and was just about to throw it away when he suddenly felt a sharp pain all over his body and fell to the ground involuntarily.  ?Bilano appeared from mid-air, his right hand covered.  An invisible magnetic net tightly bound the half-elf ranger.  ****** Fortress of Sorrow, gate tower.  "Even though your strength is extraordinary, the elves have always mastered many secret techniques, so why bother trying them yourself?" Vila Nuo said proactively.  The Nightmare Knight is a legendary professional.  It was impossible not to notice Irlo's little moves, so there was only one explanation, that is, he wanted to try the power of that short knife for himself.  "May I ask your Excellency, will I die?" Jersey Val glanced at him. Not only did he not thank the old magician for his rash action, but he actually seemed quite dissatisfied.  "No, but pain is inevitable." Vilano thought for a moment.  Shaked his head.  If someone said that a high-ranking ranger could kill a legendary strongman, he would never believe it.  "Your Excellency, do you think that I have not endured any hardships since I transformed from a mortal body into a Nightmare Knight?" Jersey Val asked softly. His expression was still calm, except for his slender eyebrows.  He jumped slightly.  Vilano was silent for a long time.  Just then he leaned forward and said, "It's my fault." "It doesn't matter," Jersey Val waved his hand, turned around and ordered, "Arvette, if you don't let me kill him, then don't kill him for the time being and lock him up."  "Yes," the barbarian girl nodded, directly picked up Irlo and took two steps away.  He turned around stupidly and asked, "Where are you locked up?" "Hmm" Jerseyval was also a little embarrassed. In the illusion he created, they were all relatives, friends, and people. How could they be locked up in a prison?  , naturally there are no relevant settings.  "Just keep it here." After thinking for a moment, the white-haired knight took out a gray translucent bead from his sleeve.  This is the crystal stone in the mirage dragon's body, which is enough to support a semi-permanent illusion.  Vilanno stood nearby, watching with interest.  Different from the illusionist, the Nightmare Knight uses soul power as ink to copy the innate patterns and materialize them, thereby trapping and killing the enemy.  Jersey Val stretched his fingers and sketched, and an iron gate appeared out of thin air on the city wall behind them.  Pushing it open, there was a cell, three feet square, empty inside.  But when Irlo stepped in, he immediately collapsed to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.  "Have a good dream." The white-haired knight smiled coldly. He did not need shackles, because nightmares were the best torture tools. ??????????? Then, Jerseyval touched the wall again, sprouted a few iron nails, and hung the confiscated bows and arrows on them, while he played with the carved short blade, trying to find out the mystery.  ¡°It¡¯s about the person, not the sword.¡± Vila Nuo reminded, he also dabbled in the elven classics.  "Then it's useless." Jersey Val looked at it and found nothing, so he threw it to Bai Ji, "You can play with it." The girl nodded obediently, and beside her,  The white-haired knight and the black-robed mage are quietly waiting for the arrival of their prey.  ****** December 19th, a special day.  After the heavy snowfall, the weather was surprisingly fine, but the sunshine could not dispel the chill, and the howling north wind almost blew into people's hearts.  "Tower of Wind" crosses the sea to the west, and behind it, the shadow of the mainland can no longer be seen.  Allegri lowered his head and looked down, among the vast expanse of blue waves, dottedThere are scattered islands, and occasionally a bunch of water sprays out. I don't know whether it is a sea monster or a giant whale.  Since going out to sea, the floating island has dropped to a height of about a thousand meters. Yesterday afternoon, they even landed on a desert island to replenish fresh water. Christina and Onissa took the opportunity to go down and have some fun, but Alai  Gerry and Turanze did not receive that kind of treatment. They were still imprisoned in the palace and could only live out their lives.  "Brother, what are you looking at?" Turanze came over. This once young hero is now looking more and more like a hooligan.  "That splash of water should be a giant whale, right?" Allegri pointed casually, and a plume of water rushed into the sky, dozens of meters high.  "Who knows, but it is said that those giant whales can have a premonition of their own death," Turanze said with interest as he lay on the window sill. "When the time comes, they will swim to the agreed place to meet the God of Death.  The arrival of The Giant Whale Cemetery is as famous as the Dragon Burial Ground, but no one knows where it is. " "Well I also had a premonition." Allegri raised his head and snorted like a whale.  .  "What?" Turanze was stunned.  "The day of death is today." Allegri replied in a low voice, with an extremely calm expression.  "Brother, I admire you more and more. You are ready to die." Turanze patted his shoulder and praised you.  Allegri curled his lips. Now, he was as if his account had been stolen. He was impoverished and his reputation was ruined. Instead of living on, he might as well delete his account and try to wear it back.  But this is not a game. In the distant Elendil Corridor, King Nachni embarks on his final journey.  The sun rises in the east, and the army is ready to go. The Lion King rides his horse and stands at the forefront, waiting for the arrival of Vilano.  ??Is the last ray of starlight in the dark night a sign of enlightenment or a sign of death?  The air was distorted, and the old magician flashed out. He was dressed in a black robe with silver patterns, his hair was tied up and his beard was long, and he was meticulous.  That Qingjun face was engraved with years of hard work.  "Master, are you here?" King Naqini rode forward and finally breathed a sigh of relief.  "Your Majesty," Vilanoo bowed and saluted, "After I went back, I checked some classics and I am 70% sure that I can succeed." "Thank you for your hard work," King Nachini actually bowed and said to him.  He paid his respects and then asked, "Master, you have traveled a long distance, do you need to rest?" "No, life and death are at stake. A moment earlier will give you more hope." Vilano waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, please take the lead.  The army is waiting, I will cast the spell first." "Okay." King Naqini stepped back and made room.  ?Bilano turned around and sang loudly.  His old voice echoed in the mountain walls, and stars continued to fall from the sky, tracing looming tracks.  This should be to investigate the star magnetic field here, right?  King Nachini thought that these common sense of magic were explained to him by Allegri when he was trapped in Severa City.  Thinking of this, King Nachini snorted. He would never be able to forgive Allegri for his betrayal.  "Bilano chanted for a full quarter of an hour, and the surging magic light gradually covered his figure.  Starlight connected, from points to lines, from lines to planes, the old magician transformed into a giant prism.  Every cross section shines brightly.  The next moment, the brilliance swept away like a tide.  Tens of thousands of Snowton warriors felt as if their eyes were blurred.  In their eyes, the shadows of stars appeared, and when they blinked, they shimmered.  Looking forward again, the vision is much clearer.  Their eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the fog and find the way home.  "Let's go, Your Majesty." Vilano opened his palms, and a bright star with horns slowly floated towards the north.  ¡­(To be continued¡­)
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