As the spear burst out of its belly, blood was dripping and spilling all over the ground.

He slowly fell to the ground, looking above the sky.

This would be the last time he would look at Odin's night sky.

Tonight, there are no stars.

There was a faint layer of clouds in the sky, which made the already dark night sky even more foggy.

Only a few stars were still trying to glow, and one of them was so lonely that its light was so dim that it was almost invisible.

The night is like a thick inkstone, so deep that it can't be dissolved......

He didn't hate Odin's night sky before, but now he still looks forward to the dawn after all.

However, he was destined to see all this.

Ivan stood in the distance, a little sad, having witnessed the death of Ossur and watching his body almost become a hedgehog by the spears and arrows of the Romanians.

"Why don't you save him?" He asked the petite figure next to him with a shudder.

"It's not my responsibility, and I don't have the right to meddle in this matter." Andrea's face was cold, as if nothing had happened just now.

"How...... Such? Ivan looked at Andrea in disbelief.

"You have to figure it out that we helped save the Odin Empire in danger because of those evil forces, not because of the war between the two empires!"

"......" Ivan had nothing to say, he knew that although Andrea's status was very high, it was also very troublesome, and even one of the strongest spellcasters in the continent still had many rules and regulations to follow.

But he still can't accept it, one second he is still discussing countermeasures with Edward and Jon III, and the next second he can have no emotional fluctuations about the death of their loved ones, what kind of indifference is this?

It's not unreasonable to say that she is a witch, from the beginning, the two of them are not all the way......

"Work is work, selfishness is selfishness, and if everyone is as emotional as you, the consequences are unimaginable." With that, Andrea strode towards Romaniel's army.

"Lord Ruger."

"May the Light be with you, Your Highness Andrea."

The heads of the two giant human organizations in the Northland met at this moment.

"If I could, I really wouldn't want to meet you at such a time." Ruger couldn't help but smile.

Andrea nodded in agreement, and then changed her words and said, "Lord Ruger, I think the turmoil in the royal city tonight has also affected the Holy See, right?" ”

"That's right, the heretics who offended the goddess will wait and see. Divine punishment will not let them go easily. ”

"I think the will of the goddess may have come." Andrea then told all about the leyline spirit flower and who was behind it.

"I see." Ruger nodded slightly, and as soon as he beckoned, the paladins behind him immediately swarmed and surrounded the two of them.

"Wait...... That person, my man, can help. Ivan grabbed her wide-sleeved robe and gestured in the direction of Wolf.

Andrea stood on tiptoe and looked to find that the man identified by Ivan was struggling in the crowd, and that he had reached the most dangerous moment, and that the slightest mistake could lead to a catastrophe.

"Mana Shield."

The sudden manifestation of arcane power caused the surrounding Romanians to froze and have to stop their movements.

"This lord ...... What is the meaning? Montreal asked cautiously.

Despite the battle, he caught a glimpse of Bishop Ruger talking to the small spellcaster, and the bishop's attitude forced him to hold back his anger and be more respectful.

"I don't need you to ask what I'm doing. Tonight's business is not over, and sooner or later Romaniel will have to give an account to the Magic Association and the Holy See. Andrea turned and walked away.

Ivan greeted Worf, who slowly stepped out of the hostile gaze from under the myriad pairs of hostile eyes.

"You're lucky this time, there won't be a next time." Montreal snapped.

"It's just big words, everyone will say, I'm waiting for you." Wolf stretched out his finger and provoked, his cold voice made the people around him unconsciously make a way for him, and he slowly walked to Ivan's side amid the hostile eyes of the people around him.

This kind of scene is also commonplace, and he has participated in the bigger wars, whether as a corps commander or as a mercenary.

"Get ready, everybody." The azure mana flow straps danced rapidly around Andrea, and the lines of magic shone on the ground, and Andrea's magic dominated the surrounding space at this moment.

"I'm tired." Ruger smiled.

The next moment, the crowd vanished, leaving only some magical light dust on the ground.

Montreal snorted coldly, he turned his head, and said fiercely to the soldiers beside him: "Continue with the plan, cut off the head of this Odin royal family for me and hang it in the most conspicuous position in the city." ”

……

The feeling of traveling through time and space is often wonderful, and by the time everyone comes back to their senses, they are already in the center of Odin's court.

Ivan found that the "witch" next to him was obviously paler, and her walk seemed to be a little vain.

"Hey, are you alright?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the magic is a little overused."

Generally speaking, the amount of mana it takes to teleport a spell is related to the distance it travels and the number of people it carries, and bringing a large number of paladins here almost drains Andrea's remaining mana.

Fortunately, it's not like there aren't any other allies here.

All the backbones left behind in the academy came here in advance, although not much, but more or less a help.

Bernice walked over to Andrea's side and hugged her petite body in distress.

Of course, Bernice was squatting and hugging.

After Bernice set up the enchantment, Andrea immediately sent her back to the royal city to sit in the academy, so she could show up at this moment.

"Why are you so embarrassed?" Bernice asked, kneading Lori's face in her arms.

"It's just a fight with Odin's Juggernaut, and of course the old man doesn't feel good." Andrea's voice sounded strange because her face was ravaged, but her tone remained largely unchanged.

Ivan on the side directly expressed his speechlessness.

Is that something that can be described? He remembered very well that "Odin's Sword Master" Tartaxia was a top powerhouse ranked among the top ten legends of the Irish Card Continent, but Andrea was only a ninth-level archmage, and he had to admit once again that this woman was simply a "monster".

Just as he sighed, Bernice took out several high-grade magic crystals from his arms, Ivan had never seen such a pure and large magic stone in his life.

Andrea finally asked Bernice to clutch for help, she held a magic crystal, and in a few moments, the color of the magic enchantment became extremely dull, and finally shattered in her hands, turning into a little dust crystal and disappearing into the wind......