The breeze blows, the lilies in the water bloom faintly, and the diffuse fragrance fills the entire courtyard.

Nick diligently added water to the flowers, smoothed out the wrinkles on the tablecloth, wiped every corner of the room with his own hands, and seeing that there was still half an hour left, he took out his textbook and reviewed his homework.

A young squire knocked on the door and respectfully handed him a letter.

After Nick thanked him, the attendant turned to leave, and as he closed the door, he looked at the young man who opened the letter with a look of envy.

The young man looked at the sealed ink, raised his eyebrows slightly, and unfolded the letter.

Sure enough, it's from the north again.

After a hurried glance, the boy raised his hand and burned the letter with the holy light, and stroked a small sharp blade with his fingertips.

It was a finger-long spike, and at the end of it was a crystal ball, in which a solid light swayed, like a cat's eye, zooming in and out from time to time.

……

"North," Nick reached out and grabbed the corner of the teacher's coat after class.

"Something?" North looked back at him, today he was wearing a white robe embroidered with a gold-edged magic circle, and the moment Nick grabbed his robe, the smell of burnt meat came, it was the natural purification of the holy light.

Nick didn't let go, he approached the teacher, a little shy and a little uneasy, and said, "Tomorrow, I want to solve a little thing, take a day off, and I won't delay the class." ”

Kita nodded.

Nick let go of his hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

"North, if you know the mistake, should you stop it in advance?"

"Of course."

"North, if you don't make a mistake, you don't count guilty, right?"

"Of course."

"North, in order to protect themselves, people shouldn't hurt innocent people, right?"

"You can only ask one more question." North calmly tunneled.

"North, thank you!" Nick flicked his tail in satisfaction, "I'm not going to do something I'm not sure about." ”――

The sky was gray and there was no snow, but in this endless ice field, the wind blew up the snowflakes and obscured all vision.

This is further north of the Holy City of the Northland, where the sea freezes all year round into a wasteland, where it is extremely difficult for plants to survive, and from the beginning of the world, it has been a forbidden area for life.

Until a thousand years ago.

The energy of Purgatory causes countless beings to mutate, some of which can be seen, and some of which are hidden in the body and cannot be seen.

This mutation is known as the Plague of Magic.

The demonic signs that appear directly on the body are the manifestations of the magical plague, which are hostile to ordinary life, and either hide in places where no one can reach them, or they are caught and burned to death.

But there are some that cannot be seen, they are no different from ordinary people, but the children they give birth to may be born with magic patterns, in this case, they are called infected and enjoy the same treatment as demons.

This hostility and killing were unstoppable by the superiors, and the slaughter was stopped later when Kita demanded that the infected be exiled to the ice field.

The infected have established their own kingdom in this wasteland, and this is the land of Doom.

As a child, Nick heard his father tell stories about this place.

The place where the weak eat the jungle prefers the awakened (the demonized self-proclaimed), and the hidden ones (the infected self-proclaimed), who are no different from humans, are basically in the same position as slaves there, even if their own bloodline is there to be a top family, if the child born does not have a bloodline awakening, the direct result is to become a marriage object, used to give birth to a child with a bloodline awakening.

So in fact, Nick is a little glad that his family is over, otherwise he and Cousin Alan don't know where they are locked up waiting to have a baby......

"You're here?" A low voice followed the wind, and Nick looked up, a red figure stood silently on the ice cliff not far away, the red cloak hunting in the cold wind, the wide hood completely obscuring his face, and only a few strands of long silver hair peeking out of the gaps and flying in the air.

"Are you the only one?" Nick asked.

"And me." Alain walked straight out of the portal, tossing a crystal ball in his hand, and looked at the two of them contemptuously, without speaking again.

"The Holy City has no problem with people coming out of the Land of Doom, but the requirement is that they cannot pass through the Northlands." Nick smiled.

"You can represent the North of Light?" The man in the red cloak asked, his voice low and chilling colder than the wind.

"Yesterday I had already taken the Ninth Order of Holy Light Theology," Nick waved the badge in his hand and smiled, "Do you know what it means?" This means that I can change to the Holy Walker at any time, which is a more powerful class than the Destiny Traveler, and becoming the candidate of the Lord of the North is just a matter of reporting. ”

The Holy Walker may not be as weird as the Destiny Traveler, but in terms of requirements, it is actually more than the latter, and it is more in line with the Holy Light Doctrine.

Turning to other skills of this profession is not mentioned for the time being, just a skill that directly makes the Holy Light descend is not something that ordinary people can resist.

It also means that Alan can beat him if he wants to, but if he wants to kill him, the boss who can't be provoked will ask his father-in-law to settle down.

…… Knowing that he would kill him directly last time, Alan quietly gritted his teeth.

"And what does Lord Alain mean?" The red cloak turns to Alain, who is floating in the air.

"I will not prevent anyone from entering my territory." Alain sneered, "There won't be any racial discrimination, but if you think you can make a small move in this way, I'll melt the ice in the Arctic and let you play with the water." ”

"You can't do it." The red cloak said lightly.

"I can't do something so simple?" Alain played with the beautiful crystal ball, "My man is a star warlock. ”

The red cloak suddenly stopped talking.

Nick was also stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Alain, we were all born in the same world, don't be so nervous, it's time for us to get down to business." ”

"Your father's business has nothing to do with me." Alan said coldly, "I've been busy building the city recently, so I don't have time to care about other things. ”

"There's no point in me killing the bloodline of Hragaraland." Red Cloak also denied this, "I let you carry it back then, I just didn't want Tarn's blood to awaken in the last person. The blood of the twin gods in my body is already very troublesome. ”

"But there are still people who are secretly killing the living people in Hragalan." Nick waved his hand, the snowflakes in the wind instantly froze, and the sound of the wind immediately stopped, and the snowflakes condensed into a picture in his hand, "The location marked above is the location, and after they died, I didn't feel the increase in strength." ”

"That means the assassin has other ways to absorb blood." It stands to reason that for every clansman who dies, the bloodline in their body will be pure, because the power of the godhead is less than a denominator, and the score will naturally increase.

"What does that mean?" Nick looked at the red cape.

"In my kingdom, all the Helagalan bloodlines have been closely monitored, this is the clue, and the rest of the place is up to you." Red Cloak calmly threw out two reports, "For the price, I only need three hundred ships." ”

"Your Majesty, this robbery is too direct." Nick was taking his report, opened it and glanced at it quickly, and immediately closed it when he heard this, and threw it back, "I'll just take a look, if I haven't seen it, I'll pay you back." ”

"Even if it's ten times more, you'll be able to memorize it at a glance." The voice of the red cloak was cold, but there was no shortage of mockery, "It's all the same kind of person, why pretend?" ”

"That's right, everyone is hanging B, it's not interesting to pretend, I'll give you three hundred canoes." Alain also glanced at it, then frowned, "Are you sure the target is in my territory?" ”

"After your decree was issued, a quarter of the people of the Doomsday Realm have already gone to the Spiral City, and the remaining half are in preparation." Red Cloak said casually, "The Heragaland were the first to go, including the two who abandoned you back then. ”

"The population loss is so strict, you don't seem to be in a hurry at all." Alain was a little dissatisfied.

"The ice fields make a living from fishing, and when the population increases and the food increases, the excess population will be solved in a violent and chaotic manner, and this time there is a chance to solve it, and I will thank you." The red cloak said calmly.

"Then I won't thank you." Alan thinks this is a good thing, what does it matter if the demonization is made, the demonized population is much more powerful than the ordinary population, and he can pull the plow without oxen.

"No, they'll be back in the New Year." Red Cloak added.

“…… Hehe, maybe they're picking people up? Alan sneered, "People, they always vote with their feet, and they go wherever they are good." ”

"I don't mind moving the Doomsday Realm to the wasteland." The red cloak doesn't let it go at all.

"You thought I was dead?"

"The Mage Capital is where we belong, take a long-term view, maybe I'll give enough benefits?" Speaking of this, the red cloak was silent for a moment before saying, "Moreover, you have wasted too much time on mundane things. ”

"I already smell the stench of prophecy." Alain looked at him twice and snorted, "You'd better stay away from me, or I'll be tempted to help you strengthen yourself." ”

The power of the prophecy system is that it can't get along with fate, and the easiest way to strengthen it is to gouge out your eyes.

"What qualifies the Brainless Battery to dislike professions that require the highest intelligence?"

"A profession with a negative accuracy rate requires a negative intelligence." Alain stepped directly on the death hole of the prophecy system.

"We are accurate because we have rewritten the future." The red cloak said coldly, "Isn't it true that your plastic energy system is too simple in brain composition and there are no extra bends?" ”

"If you are wrong, you will change the future, and if you are right, you dare to say that you don't want negative intelligence." Alain scoffed.

The more the two of them tore up.

Nick didn't plan to persuade him, but was ready to leave, and his father hadn't been healed from the assassination wound before, so he would take advantage of his leave to see him.

It's still tearing over there.

"Wasn't the joke from the last Scarlet Star prophecy last time enough?" Alan stepped on the biggest death hole, "A mage with positive intelligence won't play the prophecy system!" ”

"How could you kill Your Excellency North with your positive intelligence?" The red cloak was furious, and then stunned.

"He also said that he was intellectual," Alain simply laughed, "I killed Your Excellency, let's not say whether I have that ability, Percy is still with me, there is no divorce, you can figure it out and then predict." ”

"Hmph." The red cloak did not refute, but flicked the cloak, turned around and disappeared into the snowstorm.

Alain also teleported away.

Nick wasn't a mage, but he was still standing still.

The Lord of Doom, Cordilla, is also the Chosen One of the Elemental Realms, and even if this prophecy is even the slightest chance of being true, he must find time to kill Alain.

He must not be allowed to make it happen.