The magician saw all these subtleties in his eyes, and couldn't help but feel a little fond of Solanda. Adrian, their current King of the Icemarsh, is such an unruly and assertive man. In Simon's mind, a king should be like this, with a clear goal and where he should focus.

"What can you do to me if I refuse to cooperate?" Solanda looked at Simon with a blank expression. The young man on the other side was more honest and dignified than he looked, with the obvious characteristics of having survived in harsh environments, and his gaze was firm and cold, unlike a man who gave in lightly.

"I'm afraid my answer won't satisfy you."

Solanda's hand pressed the long sword at his waist again: "Then try it." ”

The princess's hands were thick and each finger was calloused, and the tiger's mouth was unusually wide from years of sword slashing, and above was the arms that were almost indistinguishable from men, and the skin was covered with wounds and cracks, and in short, the princess exuded a dangerous aura all over her body, which made Simon very uneasy.

"Going to the palace won't delay you long," the young magician tried to persuade Solanda, "and it's not far from the Abyss of Frozen Shadows." We have the magic of shrinking the ground, so you can get there as soon as the palace is over. ”

Do you want to go to the palace to see my aunt, whom I haven't seen for a long time? Sorenda felt the ice bite on her cheek again. The princess shook her head, Aunt Doreen must have hated me to death, the coup d'état forced the palace, launched the war, and the most unsuccessful thing was that although I won the war, I lost the throne, and the hundred years of rule of the Delin family ended in my hands.

I won't see anyone until I retake Winterfell!

"You're a shrinking mage?" Solanda raised an eyebrow, turning her attention to Simon.

"No," Simon reached into his thick breastplate and pulled out a palm-sized scroll from it, "it can do it." ”

"Give it to me." Solanda winked at Achilla as she reached for the scroll.

Simon of course refused to give it, and with a flick of his wrist, he clasped the scroll firmly in his hand, and Solanda's hand grabbed in front of him, raising her foot and slamming him into the knee, the attack so fast that he couldn't see Akira flashing behind him like the wind. Swift as a wolf, the Sand Rider jumped on the magician's back screaming, her right arm tightly locked at his throat, while a long, curved nail of her left hand snapped into the magician's eye.

"Leave me!" Simon let out a loud cry and reached out his palm behind his back, and a blue light shot out from his palm, and with a crackling popping sound, the light hit Akira's head. Lights and energy lines surrounded the Sandrider Princess, and crackles one after another, and light penetrated her body and sent her into the air. Then, Archira slammed into each other like a dragonfly that had lost its tail, and she pounced on the Simon after lung, but she couldn't take a step forward, and the magician threw her into a faraway dimension, where they could still see each other, but it would take years to hurt each other.

"What kind of ghost magic is this?" Sorenda slammed the door hard, knocking him to the ground and getting dazed.

"Uh, space stretching magic." Simon replied honestly as he watched as Solanda swirled around the snow like a cat and stood up. "I've pushed your maid from here far into the world."

"What will happen to her?" Solanda watched Simon warily, ready to flee at any moment.

"She'll keep running towards this place, but she'll probably starve to death, just like everyone else who wants to cross the Grand Canyon."

"Get her back," Solanda ordered, "you don't know how important she is. ”

"How important can she be? Is it more valuable than you as a princess? Simon tilted his head towards his men, "Now, you know my magic, and I don't want to use it on you." Please come back to the palace with me. ”

"You can't kill her." Solandar drew her sword and swung away the surrounding soldiers, "She is an immortal and a scourge to Olops, I brought her to the Icemarsh Nation to avoid causing trouble to anyone, and only the Frozen Shadow Abyss can truly restrain the evil in her." ”

The magician looked back at Akira, who was still running desperately, and frowned, "Who is she?" ”

"You're lucky enough to meet two princesses one night - she is Princess Akira of the Sand Riding Country, my only trophy."

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