After the dinner, it seemed that everything had settled, and the countless surging waves in the dark had temporarily subsided, Luo Lan stood alone on the tower, staring at the endless sea under the night, under the hazy shadow of the moon, the sparkling light dotted on the deep blue sea, like a spirit dancing in a dream, the bright light of the lighthouse of Kampemona was leaking out from behind the ridges on both sides of the harbor. [Full text reading.]

As a result, half of the sky is light, and generally dark.

Blending with each other, that share with each other.

Luo Lan remembered what Alexander had asked before leaving: "Friend, I've always wondered, how can you be so sure that that old fellow of Olaser will use the incident of the attack at sea against us?"

Of course, there was a reason for this, Luo Lan gave an unfathomable smile at that time.

He turned his face and looked behind him with burning eyes, and in the bright moonlight, the moon-white granite buildings climbed along the mountain from his feet to the highest council hall, where the constant damp sea breeze stirred the hem of his clothes. He tightened his neckline, secretly thinking that tonight's show would not be disappointed.

Between heaven and earth, in addition to the sound of the wind, only the sound of the waves crashing on the shore remains.

At this moment, in the inner chamber where the chief monk Miedler used to live, the three supreme commanders of the dragon slaying battle, Morgowards, Naoraser and Mavis were all standing here.

The room was not large, although it was delicately arranged, and at the window, a honey-colored flower from the Western Continent hung low, and a few withered petals glowed the grayish-white of death. Mavis sighed, knowing full well that such flowers were the most delicate, and that they were not carefully watered three times a day. It will wither in just two days.

"Brother Morgowards, are you sure you don't need to ask Brother Dean Lance to come along, he won't blame us afterwards, will he?"

"No, Dean Lance doesn't like to be disturbed when he sleeps. Mogowatts said lightly.

Naoraser nodded, and took out a scroll from the spatial ring, which was clearly the one that had been sealed in the "Time Rewind" magic scroll when he was in the council. He shook it and said in a deep voice, "I need a metal utensil." Also, I must make it clear that if Brother Midler hadn't been killed in this room, our trail would have been broken. Because the person who made the scroll is no longer there. ”

Mogowatts frowned. He said in a low voice: "I hope there won't be such an accident." He walked over to the wall, took down a bronze frame that was still inlaid with the paint embedded in it, and handed it to Naorasser.

Olaser and Mavis were silent, if that was the case, it would mean that the man who killed Midler was probably still hiding in the Great Wave Fortress, otherwise there was no need to send the body back, and the purpose of doing so was obviously to cover up some of his tracks.

Who would have done it? They all had natural expressions on their faces, and there was no nervous look on their faces, but everyone was on guard because they were qualified to kill the Midlers. Everyone present had this suspicion.

Orather laid the scroll on the table, holding the frame in one hand, and slowly stretched out the other, and hesitated for a moment when he was holding on to the tear. Because he felt a palpitation for no reason. This feeling is not unfamiliar to him, it is the keen touch gained from many life-and-death battles. Secretly alarmed, he took a deep breath before ripping the scroll open.

The eyes of the three men focused at the same time, and the true cause of Brother Midler's death was about to be revealed.

The atmosphere in the room was terrifyingly silent.

There was no wind, but the petals on the windowsill swayed slightly.

A faint light was released from the scroll, like a fire that would be extinguished at any moment, and it flickered twice before it gradually brightened, and then, a rotating mirror wall was erected in the room, but the scene inside was vaguely invisible.

When the monks had just subconsciously moved forward and wanted to get closer to watch, suddenly, all the light of the earth converged inward, and in an instant, it gathered into a white ball of light that shimmered with electricity.

It trembled violently, humming like a swarm of bees, and was surrounded by a crackling arc of electricity, as if it could collapse at any moment.

Everyone in the room immediately changed color, there seemed to be a lot of terrifying energy in it, but the most troublesome and unpredictable thing was that the power may be earth-shattering, or it may be so small that it is not alarming, but at this moment, no one dares to take the risk, because the unknown is often the most dangerous, and with their experience and vision, they can see that as long as they do not touch this ball of light, there will be no danger.

All you need at the moment is patience and composure.

They didn't have time to find out who created this damn magic, and at the same time they restrained their breathing, didn't dare make a sound, and cautiously moved out.

But here's the problem, Mavis was the closest to the door, but she only moved a step, and the ball of light seemed to be pulled by something, and suddenly floated forward a little.

Mayvis immediately stopped in her tracks, but the ball of light did not stop because of this, but approached her closer and closer.

But it wasn't her who was closest to the ball of light, and there was one person in it, and that was Olaser.

Naorather's originally cloudy eyeballs were now bloodshot, and his wide-open eye sockets seemed to be able to crush the wrinkles around him, and the staff in his hand slowly lifted, and the blue water vapor expanded from the head of the staff, floating like smoke, slowly turning into a palm-like shape.

"Metal!"

Mogowatts, who was on the other side, spoke suddenly, but it sounded inexplicable.

His voice seemed to affect the ball of light, it vibrated inexplicably, swinging up and down, the current above vibrated even more violently, it seemed that a little bit of strength would reach the limit, break through all obstacles, and release a violent violence.

Orather's eyes immediately shone brightly, and he grasped the meaning of this sentence, and with a slow wave of his staff, the hand-like blue mist slowly lifted the bronze frame in his hand and handed it to the window opposite the ball of light.

Controlling the movement of the forming magic was the most mentally demanding thing, and after only a few breaths, fine beads of sweat appeared on Olaser's forehead, but his efforts were not in vain, the ball of light seemed to be pulled by some kind of magnetic force, changed its course, and was slowly driven by the frame to float outward.

It's sensitive to metal! That's why it moved toward Naoraser and Mavis, but not toward Morgowards.

And Mogowatts judged this attribute in such a short period of time, and his observation and judgment were also unusually amazing.

However, just as the ball of light was about to reapproach the scroll, an unexpected scene appeared, the scroll shook slightly, and an identical ball of light floated out of it.

It slowly rose upward, and its course and speed were at the same intersection as the previous orb of light.

No one knew what the two had done together, and no one dared to try it.

Olaser suddenly scolded angrily in his heart, and in desperation, he had to move the frame back a little, and his face turned a little pale.

Mavis behind him also looked solemn, not much distance from the door, although the thick wooden door looked no different from a piece of paper in her eyes, but even if she could get out, if the power of the ball of light exceeded her judgment, it would be an unpredictable disaster.

"Bang bang bang!"

At this fateful moment, there was a loud knock outside the door, and the sound was so loud that it frightened the sleeping person to the heart.

For the people indoors, this is tantamount to a gong and drum suddenly ringing in the ears in the extremely silent dark alley.

The two balls of light in front of him shook suddenly, and they were about to collide together.

Naoraser snorted, and a spell came out of his mouth, pointing at the wall closest to the ball of light.

A blue water arrow instantly pierced the heavy stone wall above the oblique top, revealing a hole the size of a bowl, and at the same time, Mei Weisi behind took a quick step, and the sword had been slashed at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, picking one by one, and immediately picked up the scroll, just right to wrap the two balls of light, and then sent it to the hole, but the fierce white light had already seeped out, and the scroll appeared countless cracks like molting aging skin.

At this moment, a trace of essence flashed in Morgowards's deep eyes, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Seal!"

All the light was suddenly extinguished, and then it pierced through the hole and flew into the deep and endless night sky.

The door opens.

Dean Lance walked in with a yawn and a curious expression, "You guys, what are you doing here?"

The three of them turned their heads sharply and glared at him silently.

"Boom!"

A loud explosion rang out, enough to stir up a silent panic in this silent night.

Luo Lan, who was standing on the tower, could see a lot of panicked guards running in a panic in the direction of the sound, and many stone castles were also lit up, and he sighed: "Time rewind scroll...... Thankfully it didn't open in the hall......"

A figure appeared behind Luo Lan, Hedamik's face was revealed in the moonlight, he smiled proudly, and said, "That's just an improved electric light thunderbolt with unstable power, open in such a small space, presumably a few monks must be very embarrassed at this time, right?" ”

......