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Volume 4: Tower of Violet 757: Sword and Blood

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    The Fortress of Sorrow, City Head.  : Jerseyval returned triumphantly and met Vila Nuo who was waiting for him.  "Has the contract been reached?" The old magician didn't say much nonsense. He was already used to the other party's way of communication.  "Achieved," Jersey Val nodded, took something out of his arms, and handed it over, "This is what the Lord left behind. I told you to hand it over to Your Excellency after the task is completed." Viranoo reached out and took it.  It was a transparent crystal bottle, containing pure black viscous liquid, which was surging endlessly, like a living thing.  Regardless of whether there were others present, he eagerly took out the bronze ink cartridge and placed it flat in front of him.  Then he unscrewed the bottle and opened it with one hand. The black liquid rose like mist and was poured into the box from the top.  Vilanno stared closely at the bird-shaped magic box, a little expectant, but also a little nervous.  After a buzzing sound, ink spurted out from the bird's beak, twisting and changing in the air, and finally formed lines of small characters.  Jersey Val turned his head sideways, not wanting to peek into other people's private parts.  As early as a few years ago, "Death Knell" reached a contract with Vila Nuo. It was with the help of the evil god that the Snowton mage was able to successfully enter the legendary realm.  Vilanno glanced through it roughly, his expression gradually changed from confusion to understanding.  He held his breath and concentrated to make sure that he had written down everything, and then repeatedly confirmed that there were no mistakes. After a full quarter of an hour, he raised his head and put the bronze ink cartridge into his arms again.  "Your Excellency, did you get what you wanted?" Jersey Val turned around and asked, with a hint of chasing away guests in his tone.  "Yes," knowing that he was still going after King Nachini, Vilanno didn't hesitate, "Then, farewell." "No." Jersey Val didn't have a good impression of the Snowton people.  "Also, that lord should have said that you need to set aside some troops to defend the 'Fortress of Sorrow', right?" Vilanoo finally confirmed.  He didn't want the rest of the Southern Expedition Army to sneak back while he was supporting David's succession.  "Of course." Jersey Val replied calmly.  Vilanno nodded and bowed slightly.  Suddenly he disappeared, and where he originally stood, there was only a ray of starlight and the dissipating sound of strings.  "What kind of spell is that?" Bai Ji came over and asked curiously.  "That's the star string. A skilled star mage can use the gravitational string to achieve the effect of teleportation" Although time was tight, Jersey Val still explained a few words, and then he whispered, "Arvette  , I am going to pursue King Nachini. During this period, you will guard the 'Fortress of Sorrow' I will take away most of the 'miasma', so you have to send out the dead soul warriors to fill their vacancies, and you have to do the same yourself.  Make inspections in the morning and evening to avoid omissions." "Yes," the girl hesitated and asked, "Can't I go with you?" "We need a commander here, and no one can take on this important task except you.  "Zersival patted her shoulder and summoned the dragon.  ready to go.  "Okay." The girl stood aside obediently, she didn't know how to resist yet.  "By the way, keep an eye on that guy and wait until I come back to deal with it." Jersey Val pointed to the dream prison where Irlo was imprisoned and warned, "Remember, don't let him out no matter what the circumstances."  Nod in response to "yes" and look up again.  Jersey Val has jumped on the dragon's back, leading the "Wraith Army", drifting southward like a dark cloud. ? ****** ? Allegri fell downwards, and in the field of vision, the floating island became farther and farther away.  The strong sound of wind passed by his ears, and his messy black hair was torn in the wind.  Just when he thought he was about to fall to death like this, the light blue wings suddenly opened and pulled him upwards.  From leaning back to floating, Allegri opened his eyes. On the sea in the west, there were thousands of rays of light and the sky was stained with fire.  Fadreva didnĄŻt do anything?  He was a little unbelievable, but it was true. The wind wings stretched out and he flew to Seran Island in the distance like a big bird.  Even in this situation, Allegri had to admit that flying in the wind was really refreshing.  According to Fadreva, he controlled the direction of progress with both hands, getting closer and closer to the land, and gradually saw clearly the port city with tall towers like a forest.  "That's Dover, the most prosperous commercial city in the southwest of Serland Island, and the only external port." Fadreva casually introduced on the floating island.  In their sight, Allegri had turned into a small black dot, drifting and falling towards the land in the distance.  Onissa put her hands on her chest and looked far into the distance, as if she was afraid of something happening.  But everything went smoothly. Allegri was gliding through the air without any sudden changes.Up and down suddenly, without even the slightest fluctuation.  "Go back." Christina greeted.  But the girl insisted on staying where she was, until Allegri's figure melted into the glow.  Closer, closer, the landing point selected by Allegri is the tidal flat area on the outskirts of the city.  In the afterglow of the setting sun, he could already see the beach and the grassland. The two sides were only separated by several miles of sea and a height of two to three hundred meters.  "He landed." Fadreva said. He made a casual stroke, and a light and shadow appeared in front of him. It was vaguely visible. Allegri staggered forward to eliminate the inertia of the landing.  Onissa nodded silently, finally feeling relieved.  The owners of the floating island returned to their palaces.  Under the control of Fadreva, the "Tower of Wind" restarted and turned to the southeast. The invisible giant sail spread out, and each glide covered dozens of miles.  The breeze passed through the hall, blowing the girl's long hair. The islands in the sky and the islands in the sea became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared.  ****** Allegri knelt on the ground, gasping for air.  Until now, he still canĄŻt believe that he really survived.  "Perhaps I should thank Onissa," Allegri smiled self-deprecatingly. He thought he would definitely die, but he was lucky enough to save a life. But there was no joy in his heart, but endless emptiness and confusion.  There was no strength in his whole body. He knelt there in a daze, his mind wandering. For a moment, he didn't know how to deal with himself.  At this moment, he suddenly realized that something was not quite right.  The magic lines between the fingers slowly receded, but did not dissipate.  Rather, it is distorting and reconstructing.  What is even more alarming is that the pair of wind wings, which were originally drooping, suddenly raised up.  Open again.     not good!  Allegri was shocked and subconsciously reached out to pull.  But everything was in vain. With his current strength, how could he interfere with the operation of high-level spells.  The next moment, a strong wind blew.  The light cyan wings flapped violently, and the irresistible lift lifted him up quickly to a height of several hundred meters.  Then, the last trace of the magic power of "Wind Wing Technique" was used up, and the flying feathers fell off and went with the wind.  Such exquisite control must be the work of Fadreva, right?  I don't know why, Allegri's heart.  There is no anger at being played, but deep despair and numbness.  He lowered his head numbly and looked at this strange land.  Falling from this height is no different from falling from the "Tower of Wind". For him, it is just death.  "Wind Wing Technique" completely dissipated, he began to fall, and the dark wind that indicated death was blowing in his face.  It was at this moment that Allegri was suddenly stunned.  He hurriedly reached out and took out a piece of cloth from his arms.  Simple lines and incomplete magic circle, he unfolded it with trembling fingers.  There seemed to be a sound of "chi la chi la" and the sound of cloth strips being torn apart.  In the last moments, Allegri reluctantly calmed down and injected the remaining magic power into it.  On the piece of cloth, there is a faint light and magic lines flashing.  Squirming bit by bit, trying to connect together.  His hands were shaking and his whole body was shaking. If he were to be executed directly, he would definitely face it calmly.  But after a catastrophe, there was another catastrophe, and the desire to survive was inspired by this process.  As if hearing the grim smile of death, Allegri closed his eyes and resigned himself to his fate.  At this imminent moment, the lines merged into one, the arcane magic shone brightly, and the "Levitation Technique" was successfully activated.  The sudden hovering made Allegri a little confused. He was floating in the air, unable to get up or down. He even started to sway left and right, spinning around.  He spread his arms and legs and tried to maintain his balance, but the effect was not good. He was like a drowning man who couldn't find a way to climb back to the shore.  Allegri glanced down and saw that there were still twenty or thirty meters left. Even if there was sand as a buffer, if the time limit for the "Levitation Technique" expired, he would most likely fall to his death.  And with his weak magic power, he may not be able to maintain this low-level spell after a few minutes.  No, it canĄŻt be like this.  Allegri glanced around and saw that the sea was not far away. If he fell into the water, he would not die.  Thinking of this, he tried to turn, carefully raised his hands and kicked his feet, and climbed in that direction.  After a lot of hard work, Allegri finally climbed above the sea. The only problem was that it seemed a little too far, and the distance from the land was a little further. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Allegri took a deep breath and waited patiently for the "Levitation Technique" to expire.?Why does he always feel that something is wrong?  Falling, buffering, sea water sea water?  At the moment when the magic pattern dimmed and he began to fall, Allegri suddenly understood.  He forgot that he couldn't swim. ? ****** ? Three years into the Fuxing calendar, the old era ends and the new era begins.  This year, SnowdonĄŻs The Lion King is the absolute protagonist.  At the beginning of the year, he was still in the Langyuan Plain to suppress the rebels and resist the barbarians. But by the end of the year, new rebels had appeared. The barbarian flying cavalry from Cangyuan drove thousands of miles straight into the imperial capital Norman to defend David.  Ascend to the throne.  DonĄŻt forget, the reason why Nachini was able to conquer the barbarians was because he had Vilannoo and Davide under his command, so that the enemy had no way to hide and had to surrender.  In contrast, the barbarians were more afraid of the legendary mage and the dragon knight, and as early as half a year ago, they had secretly reached an agreement with Vila Nuo.  There is no doubt that in the shocking layout of the evil god "Death Knell", the two old magicians Buada and Snowton are the most important chess pieces.  Fadreva took over the "Tower of Winds" and completely destroyed the "Way of the Light Walker". Vilano encouraged David to usurp the throne, and continued to mislead King Nachini until he and tens of thousands of troops were introduced.  set a trap in Elendil's Corridor.  It was the two of them who joined forces, step by step, and finally forced the Lion King into the final desperate situation.  There have been ambitious expeditions, there have been high-spirited military parades, there have been devastating battles, sweeping across Ian, there have been private meetings with enemy chiefs, chatting and laughing That king who was once like a lion, where should I go now to look for his heroic figure galloping across the southern country?  Woolen cloth?  IĄŻm afraid IĄŻll never see you again.  The nightmare knight Jerseyval led the "Wraith Army" to pursue him all the way.  When King Naqni escaped from the Elendil Corridor, his men numbered less than ten thousand.  The moment they turned around and ran away, the courage to fight and the blood in their chests disappeared at the same time as the dignity of the warriors.  This army could never turn back to fight. They could only flee in panic until they were killed one by one by the ghosts behind them.  But compared to Inedil, Nachni is lucky.  The white-robed Archbishop of the Holy See of Light was alone at the end, falling into the dust with despair amid the exposed fragments of lies.  In the south of the continent, the leader of the "Holy Alliance" and in the north of the continent, the ruler of the Kingdom of Hussars, retired from the stage of history one after another in the same month of the same year, leaving this battlefield filled with blood and fire.  Gave it to later generations.  King David, who has just ascended the throne, and his protector Viranoo are bound to be unable to gain the support of the Snowton lords.  The northern land, which has just emerged from the trauma of war, is bound to fall into war again.  And the eldest prince Jonas, who is recuperating, may also take advantage of the chaos and rise up.  The Buyada Empire, which was sitting on the mountain watching the fight between tigers and tigers, finally found an opportunity to establish the pattern of the south in one fell swoop.  While the "Tower of Wind" was soaring, the Tulip Sword Master Ronero left Taranto. Hundreds of thousands of troops swept across the southern border of Settian with overwhelming momentum. I'm afraid it won't take long.  Invasion into the heart of the desert country.  "The Legion of Wraiths" drove Snowton's southern expedition from north to south.  And when they cross the St. Imas River, they will inevitably be blocked by the "Legion of Heroes", and a battle between two or even three parties will break out on that fertile plain.  The fragmented Tormu Federation, the eager Lowland Elf Kingdom, Settian who is unwilling to fail, and the demigod race awakening in the wilderness mountains and forests, are all likely to be involved in this melee that will affect the north and south of the continent.  They, all these creatures, are bound to become more powerful when bathed in the aura flowing from the kingdom of gods.  And when the hand holding the butcher knife becomes stronger, how can the blood flowing decrease?  The War of Kings has ushered in a new starting point. There is no unified force, only endless conquests, despair, and death.  Of course, the two most shining ones are missing from the list of participants. They can use sword as pen and blood as ink. More and more people have painted their names on it.  Ą­(To be continued.) ps: (End of this volume.)
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