readx;?“ At my age, there are not many things that can surprise me, and I can't see through them, but you have to count one. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info No, it's the two of you. ”

Ser Adari stood tall with his sword, his spine straight, the hilt in his hand as if it had grown with his muscles, skin and bones, and the life fluctuations he felt just now had rejuvenated his decrepit body, and although it could not fundamentally undo the damage caused by the long-term use of arcane armor, at least it would allow him to support the backbone of a warrior for now.

The two Westerners in front of him, surrounded by a dense circle of dwarves, looked at him with all kinds of hostility and killing intent, but he did not have the slightest timidity in his heart or on his face, but there was a faint flame in his heart that began to burn, which was the last flame in his life. There was no hope or luxury, no more responsibility and no honor, and in the end he just wanted to die like a warrior.

"Oh, then you should thank us, so that at the end of your life, you will have the privilege of seeing the demeanor of two strange men rarely seen in this world. For example, you can tell us a little bit about the bastards of the Arcane Revival. One day, it occurred to me that I would go and ask them for the money they had cheated me out of. ”

The invincible sword of benevolence of the king held his head high, and his fleshy face had a smug smile. In fact, the dwarves around him may not look at him much more than they look at the old sir, but he doesn't care at all, as if he is just in the middle of a group of chickens and ducklings.

Glancing coldly at the Westerner who had completely ruined all his plans, Sir Adari didn't pay much attention to it, and turned his gaze to Feng Yinqiu next to him, and asked, "You are the Western mage master who was with Gawain of the Guardian Hand." ”

"Yes. Feng Yinqiu nodded.

"In the collapsed ruins of the equipment depot behind the Coldwind Fortress, you can look for his petrified statue and, if you're lucky, get him back. The old knight said this lightly, and the double knives in his hands were placed in front of him, assuming a fighting posture. "Well, that's my last word. Are you two going to go on your own, or are you going to get out of the way and let the dwarves come?"

"Brother Feng, do you have any other accounts to settle for this old man? For example, if you put the account of the siege and secret calculation on his head, he is one of the masterminds. The invincible sword of the king turned his head and asked. "Of course I am. But I changed my mind, and the prodigal son turned back and became a new man. Hahahaha..."

Feng Yinqiu shook his head, strictly speaking, he and this old man have no grievances, even if they are hostile, they are just conflicting with each other, if this has to be calculated, the accounts on the rivers and lakes of Shenzhou will not be able to be calculated for ten lifetimes.

"Then let's go. Don't get in the way of the old man's rendezvous with the dwarves, they have a lot of money. Hahahaha......"

Looking up to the sky and laughing, the king's invincible sword of benevolence strode out, and the dwarven warriors along the way all silently and automatically gave way to a way, and even the gold-and-stone leader with bloodshot eyes just looked at it with a gloomy face and didn't say a word.

"Invincible brother, and slow. Feng Yinqiu stopped him with a loud voice, and turned to the chief of the golden stone and said, "You can take all the goods and belongings, but you must also let the captives leave safely." ”

The leader of the golden stone remained gloomy and silent, but a strange voice came from among the dwarves to answer in his place: "Okay." ”

This voice was low and muffled, and it was not something that could come out of the mouths of a human or a dwarf, and Feng Yinqiu carefully distinguished it and found that it was actually a sound from the ground. And the fluctuation of the magic that caused this sound was also extremely vague, and it disappeared in a flash, obviously the person who really spoke was quite jealous of the two of them and did not dare to expose himself.

The invincible sword of benevolence of the king looked back and smiled: "Hahahaha, it is worthy of being the head of the wind path of benevolence and righteousness, but even I, a warrior who prides on love and justice, did not expect the sword of benevolence..."

"That Mr. Mage's family guards have always been loyal, and the others are just innocent people who are begging for a living, so I will help them as much as I can. You won't mind if you think you're an invincible brother. Feng Yinqiu smiled slightly. This old friend was not a stupid person in the first place, and although he was a little unscrupulous after waking up, he was clearly in his heart. If these people can escape from here, it may be a little trouble for him to spread the news here, after all, as a cult leader, even if he washes his hands and becomes a new person, others may not believe it. He turned around and left, most likely to use the hands of the dwarves to kill everything. But after all, it is difficult for him to ignore it, and he will not refuse when he opens his mouth.

Sure enough, the sword of benevolence just grinned: "How can I mind? It is precisely these people who need to preach our righteous cause and make our name!

The middle-aged Shenzhou man named Brother Dongling turned his head to look at the vengeful cultists who were not moving all over the ground, and was about to open his mouth to beg, when Feng Yinqiu had already grabbed him and put him on the force field giant hand with the three teenagers, and then the force field giant hand took off into the air and flew out. This time, there was no more divine interference, and the dwarves below only stared at them and cursed, and none of them dared to throw the warhammer axe in their hands.

The dwarven encirclement quickly closed after the passage of Wind Yinqiu and the King's Invincible Sword of Benevolence, and closed towards Ser Adari in the center. The dwarves walked slowly and cautiously, almost every one of them had seen the power of the Arcane warriors of the Imperial Age with their own eyes, but their steps were also unusually firm, because this was their real enemy, those two long knives, that set of arcane armor soaked in the blood of the dwarves.

"I've actually seen you, little one. That was when your damned Arcane Empire was still around, and I once saw you lead a team to suppress the Shattered Fire Tribe, and you led the way, and twenty or thirty warriors were reduced to ashes in one arcane operation. "The Golden Stone Leader's eyes are red in the black, and the blood in this eye is not elementalized, so his eyes can still glow red in the pitch black. If he could dig it out alone, he might be as beautiful as a gem, but at this moment, his face only exuded an endless violent and bloody aura, and the anger that he suppressed in front of those two people just now and did not dare to explode was all revealed at this moment. "So when I saw you dying of aging with your overuse of arcane armor, I was so happy and conflicted. How can you die so easily?"

Sir Adari waved the knife in his hand: "Stop talking nonsense, come on." The plan was ruined by that damn Westerner, but it would be nice to be able to slaughter some of you barbarians with your own hands and smell the earthy stench of your blood and bone marrow. ”

"Be careful. Don't rush to the top of the crowd when you get away, many of the Arcane Warriors' Instant High-Ring Arcane are area-of-effect kills. However, the Arcane Warframe is at the cost of overdrawing his spirit and soul, and without the special maintenance of a high-level mage, he can barely survive until this time. The priests used magic to force him to use arcane arts as much as possible, and after a maximum of three or four high-ring arcane arts, his spirit would fail, and you would be at your disposal at that time......" A mellow voice rang out in the dwarf pile, but it was still erratic, and it was difficult to tell exactly where it came from.

"I've always thought it would be fun to get it straight out, but I'm sure he has a point. The goldstone leader smiled, like a giant man-eating rat about to eat.

Sir Adari's eyes froze. He didn't say anything more, and after a flash of white light, his figure appeared in the approximate position where the voice had just come from, and the dwarf's screams and angry screams flew all over the sky with the swing of the broadsword.

When there was a faint sound of screams and angry fighting behind him, Feng Yinqiu had already flown to the entrance of Gray Valley Town with the three young mages and the middle-aged man. Outside, the pitch black, boundless Northland wasteland, it seemed that one step could be taken away from this nightmare, and the teenagers who were on the verge of emotional collapse slowly recovered.

Feng Yinqiu also stopped at this time and landed under the mountain wall of Zhenkou. He gestured with his hand, and three phantom foals froze out of the air out of nowhere

"Uncle Wind, it turns out you... Are you a Westerner?" the tears and snot on Angelo's face had not yet dried, and he looked at Feng Yinqiu's completely restored face in a daze. "So... You... You're not from the Rothschild family anymore..."

"Of course not. But I do know your father. Feng Yinqiu patted Angelo on the head, he was also the strongest of the three teenagers, and he didn't break down in the previous accident. "I'm going to go somewhere else for something, so let's go on your own first, and no one should stop you this time." But you still have to be careful, don't go to ask for help, it's better to go quietly to your own home in Oss City and hide for a few days, and then wait for me to return to Osstar City. ”

"But... But we... We really can't do it, we're going to have this... We... We just want to go home now—" The other two teenagers fell to their knees and sobbed. "Please send us back to Oroyosta... I beg you, merciful Westerner mage. My father will definitely reward you heavily, you can have as much as you want, can you do 500,000 Okin? 1 million is okay, please take us back, I really don't want to do it again..."

"Enough, stand up, young man. Feng Yinqiu was unmoved. Even if it is five million Okin, he is not very interested, and these three are not babies without the slightest ability to protect themselves. "When you feel helpless, scared, want to escape, want to seek shelter and help from others, think of your teachers. What does he teach you? dignity and pride. It is the courage to stand up on your own in the face of any hardship, even death and pain. Don't let him become worthless to your teachings. ”

The boy gradually stopped sobbing, Angelo wiped his nose and the tears that welled up from the corners of his eyes, and tried to help the two companions onto the Phantom Pony, and after riding again, he bowed to the wind and bowed, and used a illuminated zero-ring trick to levitate in front of him, and drove the three projection creatures constructed by the arcane to disappear.

"Haha, do you want these ignorant weak chicken boys to let them thrive on the road of justice and courage? ”

In the midst of laughter, the invincible sword of benevolence of the king strode out. Since this reawakening, triumphant and self-confidence seem to have become his natural attributes, and he has maintained this high morale and mentality at all times. Although there was always some strange discomfort to hear him talk like this, Feng Yinqiu also had to admit that it was better than the previous stubbornness and gloom.

"I'm going to the Cold Wind Fortress to save a friend, I wonder what Brother Invincible is going to do now, but do you want to come with me?" asked Feng Yinqiu.

"Although it is definitely a matter of duty to rescue righteous friends. But I also have to go back to Brother Dongling to explain it, I believe that Brother Yifeng's ability is just a gesture. The king's invincible sword of benevolence waved his hand quite magnificently. "Then where did you go after you saved this friend? But did you go back to Osstar City? I heard that the envoys are still there?"

"Exactly. ”

"That's good. Brother Nafeng, you will take the first step, and I will come to Oss Star City to meet you after I have taken care of the affairs over there. ”

"Good. I'll give you two a ride with these two arcane arts, it's better than walking. With a wave of his hand, two phantom foals spawned in the air.

"This... The air duct is long... Can you tell me how you cast spells? You've only been here for less than ten days, right?Why, how can you use this four-ring arcane technique in just a breath? Could it be that now you can also come into contact with the magic net to learn arcane arts on the land of Shenzhou......" Since he used this Phantom Pony arcane just now, the middle-aged man surnamed Zhang, who had been looking hesitant and looking around to speak, widened his eyes and looked at Feng Yinqiu as if he had discovered the most incredible monster in the world. With a deep blood feud, he has spent a lot of energy and cost to become an arcane master in the past twenty years, of course, he can feel that this is indeed the four-ring arcane phantom pony, but he can't understand how he can use it.

Feng Yinqiu smiled faintly and didn't explain. The invincible sword of benevolence next to him laughed: "Don't be too surprised, Brother Dongling." Of course, the Shenzhou Dao system is countless times more clever than these white-skinned barbarians, and in the face of talented friends who are born with golden fingers, there will always be times when you doubt your life. ”

The middle-aged man's puzzled gaze turned to Feng Yinqiu's hand, but he didn't see any difference in his fingers. At this time, a strange loud noise came from the town of Gray Valley behind, causing the three of them to look back.

A colorful chaotic light curtain flashed from the position they had just left, and all the buildings swept by this light curtain either collapsed and shattered, or were completely distorted and paralyzed, and some inexplicably burned violently. The shock of the elemental law came to his face, and this was the real reason that attracted Feng Yinqiu to look back on the past.

And after this colorful light, all the voices over there fell completely silent, and the sounds of fighting and roaring and fighting were gone, as if everything was over.

"The last light of life? Although the old man was a little more insidious, he could be regarded as a well-deserved death to see us off with such brilliant fireworks. Then Brother Wind, we'll see you in Oss Star City. After saying this, the sword of the king's invincible benevolence did not go to the phantom horse, and just strode towards the wilderness outside the town, although it did not run very fast, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

The middle-aged man named Brother Dongling hesitated for a moment as if he wanted to say something, but finally he shook his head with a long sigh, jumped on a phantom pony and bowed to the wind, and followed him away.

Feng Yinqiu flew to the top of the mountain wall with his force field giant hand, and waited there quietly, until he saw the caravan people supporting each other and slowly walking out of it, and then turned around and flew into the distance.

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Northeast of the continent, the forest of moonlight and stars.

This is a sacred place for elves. According to the elves' own epic records, tens of thousands of years ago, this was also the birthplace of the civilization of the entire continent, and the source of all humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, dwarfs, and all other intelligent beings was actually here. However, this statement has never been recognized by anthropologists, and it is only regarded as the primitive religious legend of the barbarians.

But it is undeniable that it is the only place on the continent that has not been impregnated by an arcane civilization, and even at the height of the Oroyo Empire, no human has ever visited it. It's not that the arcanists who think they're already masters of the world don't want to, it's that they can't. One thing that few people know today is that the entire void that spreads across the continent seems to be shrouded in the magic net of the entire world, but it does not cover here.

In the middle of the forest, under an unusually majestic and wide tree, eleven eleven elves were forming a semicircle, quietly staring at the top of the trunk, an elven woman whose body was all embedded in the tree. This elven woman had her eyes closed, her face was cold and gorgeous, and her long purple hair reached her waist, which was exactly the appearance of the god who appeared at the festival of the Cult of Vengeance in Ashenvale.

There was a long humming sound, and countless starlight flickered in the branches and leaves, as if the starlight in the night sky was shining down, and it seemed to be the light of the leaves themselves. The elven woman fell off the tree and descended slowly, her right hand drying up at a rapid pace and dissipating into ashes, but she didn't even bother to look at it. The eleven eleven elves surrounding her below just watched her slowly fall, indifferent to the rest.

"The aura of the false gods has completely disappeared, and the streams of the world disturbed by the arcane have been completely calmed, and we all feel it. ”

"Yes. The Arcane Floating Temple, which watched the continent, has also been rejected, may it be lost forever in the torrent of the astral ocean. ”

"The source of life has only been weakened slightly, His Highness Ashath has suffered some fundamental damage, and our strength has been weakened a lot, but no one has lost their lives. This rite of life was a great success. ”

"The original idea was a success. This time it only takes a few years for the world to recover from the source of life and our depletion, but the kind of arcane that can disrupt the streams of the world is no longer able to regenerate. ”

"Yes, this rite of life was a great success. ”

These eleven eleven spirits are male and female, but all of them are unusually slender and handsome in appearance, like the perfect opposite sex common in the dreams of young men and women. They each spoke, not specifically at a particular companion, as if they were just preaching to others, calm and indifferent but with a vicissitudes of life that seemed to be a little out of place with their young and handsome appearance. This is also one of the characteristics of the elven race, their lifespan is more than hundreds of years on average like the dwarves, but unlike the rude dwarves, the elves are handsome and beautiful in appearance, and will maintain a look after the age of sixty, and even the purer and more powerful elves are also handsome in appearance, only before death will quickly age and decay.

However, it also became a source of nightmares for the elves. Although elves who have escaped from their natural environment will quickly age and die within ten years, and the empire has always had laws prohibiting the keeping of elven slaves, this still makes them the most popular pets and slaves of the nobles in private. After the law became non-existent in the late Imperial Age, the number of elven slaves was an important indicator of a nobleman's status, which also brought the number and territory of elves to the brink of extinction under the attack of an almost endless number of slave catchers.

Now these twelve elves are the high priests of the remaining elven twelve tribes, the top power of the entire elven race, both in the political sense and in the real sense.

The purple-haired elf woman, known as Ashat, slowly fell to the ground and opened her eyes. Her appearance was slightly different from the handsome and soft of the other eleven eleven elves, with some cold and resolute lines, and there was even a hint of murder between her eyebrows. She spoke slowly, "No, it didn't work out completely, or rather, it failed. ”

Although they all looked surprised, the other eleven eleven eleven eleven elves didn't show too excited expressions, and just looked at her.

"But we all felt it clearly. Our goals have been achieved. A female elf high priest said.

"Yes. The streams of the world disturbed by the arcane have been calmed, and the arcane floating temple has been repelled. Ashath said lightly. "But at the last moment of detachment from the Source of Life, I felt the stream of the world once again ripple with a trace of undue waves, and the Source of Life emitted a great hatred and anger. All of this means that after all, there is still a very evil soul who has taken advantage of the turbulence of the world stirred up by the arcane to descend here. It's just a pity that the source of life is no longer sustainable, and I can't perceive the specific situation of this soul's arrival. But...... It was supposed to be at the festival that used the arcane scroll that created the false god. ”

"Is it the pollution of the lower realms, or is it a dangerous astral wanderer?"

"That's what we're most worried about. The arcane arts that humans abuse will eventually cause the world to collapse...... It must be a projection of the will of some high-level devil in the lower realm......"

"Either way. Since the source of life has emitted hatred and anger, it means that this evil soul must bring great harm to this world......"

"Didn't the Elemental Gods and the other gods react?"

"No, it's just a soul after all. They will not react if there is no direct disruption or threat to the world's streams. ”

"The good thing is that it's just a soul. No matter how evil it is, it can only use the power of this world itself, and the damage it can cause in a short period of time is limited......"

"So what are we going to do? The source of life is temporarily depleted, and it will take at least a few years to slowly recover... And our power has also weakened...... It will not be possible to let the Source of Life projection show its power for at least ten years... Even if the will to convey the source of life to those lower gods, it will take a few years to ......"

A worried look appeared on the elves' faces. Although they had just used the top power in this continent or this world, there were not many other means available to them. After a hundred years of oppression by the Arcane Empire and the war fifty years ago, the population and power of the elves have been oppressed to the limit. Even if the Arcane Empire is no longer there, humans are still the largest race and power in the continent, and the power of the elves is extremely limited.

“... It's still only with the help of human power. For the time being, send messengers to deliver news to the high priests of the temples. (To be continued.) )