Verdun was the captain of the five-masted battleship Mayflower, and in the local fleet of Afron he belonged to the rank of a senior officer, but now he was no different from an ordinary soldier - the wooden house burned in the air thick with black smoke, and the heat of the flames baked the surface of his armor. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He loosened the lacing of the breastplate near his neck, and the feeling of tightness finally eased.

"That kid, it's going to be damned this time."

He looked at the scene in front of him and muttered. On the outskirts of the sea of fire, the main force of the legion commanded by Sailen, and the raiding party he led, had surrounded the area. The soldiers and officers drew their bows and arrows, which shone orange-red and pointed at every figure trying to escape from the fire.

"Whoosh-"

Arrows rained down, and a chubby figure was instantly turned into a hedgehog by the soldiers - the wailing voice stopped abruptly, and he recognized the man: a director of the Jewel Sailing Chamber of Commerce, with whom he had done a business in armor and arrows some time ago. The jewels, gold and silver stolen from the overseas islands were exchanged for weapons and war supplies, and now they were returned to him in such a cruel way.

Verdun was silent, he did not stop the soldiers from killing innocents. If, in the past, the slaughter of the commoners of the kingdom would have been enough to be sent to the gallows—he understood the order given by Selen, and if it had been him, he probably wouldn't have ruled it out. There was an intermittent cry from the flames, and he narrowed his eyes, the scorching flames blurred his vision, and when he turned his head, he was suddenly stunned.

"We, will we fail?"

A soldier looked at his comrades beside him and muttered silently. Like most people in the fleet, with indignation in his heart, he has been bravely fighting on the front line from the very beginning to the present. He was stunned when he saw a large group of hussars in red and white smocks on the other side of the street—it was the Lord's Guard, and he knew that those fellows had scorned them more than once. But now that the two sides have finally become real enemies, he is eager to wield his steel knife and cut the enemy into a pile of flesh.

But he could not move his feet, and not far in front of him, in the midst of the light cavalry, appeared a beautiful girl with a kind of red hair that is common among the Elantens, and on a war horse, the girl took out a delicate short-handled staff from her bosom, and a voice with strange syllables and tones sounded from her mouth—it was a chant of spells! He remembered that those wild mages he had encountered before, they also performed such ordinary actions when casting spells, but compared to those people, although the girl in front of him looked calm, she actually had an unrivaled might.

Extremely dangerous!

This feeling suddenly occurred in the soldier's heart. He had always believed in his hunch, which had saved his life countless times in past battles - and when he looked back, there was not a single officer by his side. The soldiers only watched vigilantly at the large group of light cavalry, spontaneously forming formations and preparing for battle. In order to prepare for the assault of the cavalry, they stood in dense concentration.

"The enemy has a mage, spread out!"

The soldier shouted with all his might, but not many people heard him in the noise. The ordinary soldier's clothes on his body also determined that he could not give effective commands, and the red-haired girl on the opposite side waved her staff and slashed an arc in mid-air, and he only saw a blood-red in front of him.

Dragon Slash!

When she arrived at Buffalo Street and saw the scene before her, Miss Lena Barros knew that she and the Lord's Guard had arrived too late, and seeing the soldiers kill civilians made her finally let go of her inner fetters and uneasiness: the soldiers in front of her had been soldiers of the kingdom, but now they had become a pack of bloodthirsty and ferocious beasts. Without any more reservations, she made a move and used her strongest attack spell.

In that expedition to the ruins, she fought against that giant-like puppet knight, and she seemed to have a lot of experience in her mind about the spell of the [Dragon Breaking Slash] Wandering Continent System (Bracada System). And these days, she has repeatedly pondered and practiced, perhaps because of her excellent talent for flame affinity and psionic ability, she has quickly mastered the initial spell-casting skills.

She and the light cavalry of the Lord's Guard watched as countless legionnaires were engulfed in the red-hot flames—the spectacle lasted only a few seconds, and when the heat dissipated into the air, the street was empty, with only charred walls and pavement slabs.

"Miss Barros."

A light cavalryman with a red feather tassel in his helmet swallowed a large gulp of saliva and shouted in amazement. He had heard that this niece of the Marquis was a great female mage. But the hellish scene in front of him still made his heart full of shock, and he was not the only one who had this feeling, the other light cavalry of the lord's guard all turned their eyes to the figure of the red-haired girl, and at this moment, including those of the kingdom navy soldiers who belonged to the enemy, all of them were stunned on the spot.

"This?"

Verdun, not far away, was completely surprised, even panicked. As a high-ranking officer, he is more knowledgeable than the soldiers under him, as soon as the female mage makes a move, he can roughly judge the strength of the other party, a mage of the awakening realm - in the Arlandia continent, the number of mages is already scarce, and the mage who has reached the [Awakening Realm] is even more difficult to find.

This is Afron, the seaport of Northland. And not what the hell Bracada is!

Verdun struggled to find Céren's figure, and in the face of such a powerful enemy who appeared outside the plan, he couldn't make up his mind for a moment - retreat? Ever since he decided to attack, he had forgotten the term.

But there was such a female mage in the ranks of the hussars of the lord's guard. He knew that it was nothing more than a ridiculous joke to deal with the enemy's reinforcements with just a rush of ordinary soldiers.

The soldiers seemed to be frightened, and they kept moving backwards, and the originally tight encirclement soon appeared on the front side of the street, and a large opening appeared on the front side of the street. The light cavalry of the lord's guard rushed forward in a cluster of red-haired maidens, some forming a makeshift defensive formation in the middle of the street, and some of them began to rush into the burning buildings to begin the rescue.

Among those light cavalry, another blonde girl appeared, she jumped from behind a man on horseback, took out her magic staff and continuously released the [Ice Mist Technique].