"Your Royal Highness, you have paved the way for us. Kent scoffed. He deliberately kicked Bradfurzes, who was lying on the ground, and stepped on Briant's solid arm. Then he spat again, and looked at the prince again.

Although the prince held his breath, he could not come forward. "Kent!" he could only shout.

"Look, over there. Kent pointed to the north side of the bridge.

The north side was already illuminated, which caught the prince's attention. So, he looked over there.

The light of the fire stopped at the other end of the bridge. The prince saw the knights of the moon lined up there, and made way for the knights of the Thousand Feathers—the god with the jade pendant in his hand, rode up where Baron Victor had given way respectfully, and took off his hood.

"Is he Dolores?" the prince was amazed.

Immediately after, Dolores shouted sternly.

"Prince, if you don't relinquish control of the Mechanical Guards, the Order Clan will slaughter your people. We've been in contact with the Order Nation for a long time. My esteemed prince, hurry up and decide!"

At the same time, Dolores crushed the jade pendant and scattered it in front of him as a threat.

Looking at the spilled jade crumbs, Victor also spoke.

"Prince, let Kent teleport you with the pendant. Otherwise, not only will Redreeve City suffer, but you fools will starve to death in this barren place!" Victor roared. With that, he went down with his sword and cut the rope of the bridge.

As the rope fell off, dawn came, and the rain finally stopped. The murky wind became slightly cool, and several knights surrounding Kent sneezed from time to time.

Kent glanced at the knight beside him, and saw the falling light - the carriage of the returning traveler appeared in the magic array, and the person who got out of the carriage was Andrew.

With a wave of his hand, Andrew paved a path of flames. The seven-star knights and mechanical guards avoided each other. Andrew stepped on the flames and approached the withered ancient tree, and the knights were stunned.

"Oh my God, his magic is unusual. He must have been a magician who had worked on errands in the court, I guess. A seven-star knight said.

Andrew didn't care about the knights' rhetoric, because he had long been used to it, and even numb. If you talk about age, others think that he is middle-aged, just like Glori sees, but this is only an appearance. In fact, only he knows his age, and only he knows the strength of his magic - he is a forgotten magician who has lived through vicissitudes.

"Glori, we meet again," Andrew said, "this time, not to deliver letters, but to give you a little help at the invitation of the Templar Master, Aoraya. I think you'll be happy to accept it. ”

"It's a bit awkward that you're here. Trying to straighten herself, Glori moved under the tree behind him and smiled.

Andrew stopped at the front of the path of flames, looked at Glori, and smiled. He knew from the tone of Glorry's voice and the state of his expression that Glorry had changed—Glorry spoke calmly and with a smile in the face of difficulties.

"You're a little bit different from when we first met, which is good, it's good development. Andrew looked at Glori.

Glori shrugged, then looked at Elrith.

Iris was staring at Andrew excitedly. "Mr. Kronos, remember what you were down there?" she said.

"Of course, the eldest daughter of the Flore family, a noble family from a family of priests, is also an angelic priest of the Revival Legion. ”

Andrew had known Iris for a long time. He still remembers the simplicity of the girl when they first met. He looked at Iris again, and she was still the same.

This scene of greetings made Kent impatient. He had two mechanical guards come forward and surround Andrew, then turned and sent a sword.

And just like that, Kent plunged his sword into Glori's chest.

That's it. It's endless, do you think it's by the fire in your house?" Kent added.

Glori was stabbed with a sword, but instead of shouting, he laughed.

"Look, that's what you are, a complete liar. Laugh at the witch, that's a good show you're playing!" said Glori angrily. He tried to grab Kent's sword, but his hands were tied behind his back.

The sword that twisted fiercely in Glori's chest made Zoe tug at her heart. "Stop, or the god of fire will punish you!" she warned Kent.

Kent saw a trace of blood gushing from the corner of Glori's mouth, so he drew his sword and ordered the mechanical guards surrounding Andrew to step forward and make a move.

Andrew dodged the guard's slash and snatched a sword. He pointed his sword at Kent, then turned it into flaming ashes.

"You're one of many 'demons' I've ever seen, and you'll pay for anything ungentlemanly......" Andrew sighed, reciting the incantation in passing, "The fire flickered!"

The fire appeared at the tip of Andrew's index finger, and grew brighter before flying away. It jumped over the rope and flashed by.

"Smack", the rope that bound everyone was burned by the flames. So they broke free from the ropes.

Kent waved his hand and asked the mechanical guards to surround Glori again, not forgetting to curse Andrew in his heart, the damned Returnee, the kind of person I hated the most in my life. And himself, along with the two mechanical guards surrounding Andrew, attacked Andrew.

Jumping, and throwing off the cotton cloak—Andrew was swept into the air by a cluster of flames. He felt the warmth of the sun as it rose to the ground. "Blazing sun, lend me—pure fire!" he whispered.

Waves of fire are coming. The mechanical guards fended off with their swords, but in exchange for their swords being melted. The flames then burned violently, spreading throughout the mechanical guard's body.

After a while, a puff of black smoke rose from the wind. And the cloak with the word "thousand" did not last a second. As the blood-colored flames burst, the mechanical guards turned into a stream of water.

Soon, the other mechanical guards began to fall one after another, and Glori and the others broke through again.

Kent panicked and turned around and besieged the prince with the remaining mechanical guards. When only he and the two mechanical guards in front of him were left, he had no choice but to call for help.

"Lord Dolores, help me!" called Kent.

Hearing Kent's shout, Dolores had no choice but to remind the prince again. "Your Royal Highness, I advise you not to mess around, it is best to agree to open the underground mechanical city. He shouted.

The prince grabbed Kent's sword, and then confirmed, "Are you going to slaughter the inhabitants?" and he clenched his sword so violently in anger that Kent's sword creaked as it was sharpened by the gauntlet.

"I won't do it myself, but the Order will! and your friend needs help!" Dolores warned.

"I listen to you, but please spare these brave people. The prince said helplessly. He looked at Glori, Briant, and Bradforzes, who were lying against the tree, and had to obey Dolores, and withdrew the seven-star sword from its scabbard.

However, Andrew refuses to give up and wants to float across the bridge and test Dolores' magic with fire magic. He even wanted to capture Dolores if he could.

Baron Victor was worried that the situation was not good, so he reminded Kent: "Damn, what are you doing?

Kent was sluggish from panic. He was stunned for a moment before he remembered the magic spell he used to teleport.

"White feathers flying, the land on the other side. Kent uttered a short-distance teleportation spell. He dragged the prince into the magic circle, surrounded by flying white feathers, and then disappeared together, and the white feathers fell to the ground and turned into light.

Having caught the prince, Dolores began to sneer. "Shoot the arrows!" he commanded. Not only does he intend to drive Andrew, but he also wants to shoot Glori and the others. Now that the Diamond Crate and the Prince are here, what are these obstructors for?" he thought.

Andrew had no choice but to set off a wave of fire and engulf the rain of arrows.

After landing on the ground, Andrew returned to Glori and the others, and then took out a vial of Blood Red Elixir. He poured half of the bottle over Bradfzes' wound and handed the other half to Briant. However, Briant did not drink it.

"This has to be given to that young man! He needs this! I don't even want to drink a sip, I hate the smell of fish. Briant said.

Briant shook the vial and shoved it to Glori. "Take it. He said vigorously, as if he knew that Glori would push back.

Glori gasped, frowned, and glanced at Briant again.

Zoe noticed that Glori was hesitant, so she grabbed the pill bottle and poured the potion into Glori's mouth. "Glori, you'll have to drink the potion, this thing will keep you up for a while. She persuaded.

"This is something from Fengyan City, it looks like it should be phoenix blood. Zoe said. She recalled the account in the Detailed Catalogue of Magical Potions, and found the recipe for the potion.

"Zoe is still so knowledgeable. Andrew complimented. He looked back at Bradferzes, whose wounds were slowly healing, and sent another wave of heat to the other side of the bridge. "We have to go to Fengyan City, this is not a place to recuperate. He admonished.

"Andrew is right, we have to go to Fengyan City, and going back can only be a dead end. The prince's affairs are to be postponed. Zoe added.

"Her Highness Lolaika is waiting for us. This bottle of rare potion is a return gift. Two thousand years ago, there were sinister people who hatched plans to obstruct and support King Okino, and I told His Highness Lolaika about this. Andrew said, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Unfortunately, there is no potion to bring the dead back to life, and it only heals wounds slowly. Moreover, you need to take extra care to prevent the wound from cracking. Zoe explained.

Glori was picked up by Dylan, and then looked back at the other side of the bridge—Dolores had already escorted His Royal Highness away. He had no choice but to say, "Looks like we have to go to Fengyan City." ”

"Daddy Bryant and Brad Furzes, what are you going to do?" Dylan asked, looking at the two men who were supporting each other.

At this point, Brad Furzes was holding his chest with one hand and resting the other on Bryant's shoulder.

"Oh, we? Of course we'll have to go with Glori. I still want to see the ancient god who has lived for nearly three thousand years!" said Bradforzes.

But Brad Furzes's laughter didn't ease Glori's mood, especially the "huh". He knew the magic of the flame heatwave, and he knew his humility.