A thousand years ago.

On the mainland, on the banks of the Morro River, the huge wasteland, the smoke and dust cover the sky and the sun, the wind of the call sign blows through, and countless flags are rolled. The dim red sun and the blue sun hung lazily in each corner of the sky, like two giants gazing silently at the continent.

Tens of thousands of neatly dressed human soldiers, carrying all kinds of weapons in this wilderness, rushed in a neat queue to the crowd on the gentle slope on the other side of the wasteland.

Around the phalanx, some huge Steppenwolves were running fast, and on the back of each Steppenwolf, there was a burly warrior with a bare body, carrying a huge bow and crossbow to charge with the phalanx, and from time to time raising the bow and crossbow on the back of the galloping wolf to release waves of feathered arrows.

Behind the gentle slope, another group was much smaller in number, each dressed in ornately carved light steel armor with various openwork patterns, and a light helmet with a red bird tail feather stuck in it. Rows of red tail feathers, lined up in several rows on the gentle slope, this is a huge phalanx of archers, each archer, one hand holds a longbow more than one person high, and the other hand hooks three feather arrows with three fingers, on the bowstring, as soon as you let go, "brush brush" a large wave of feather arrows flew to the crowd of people who were charging rapidly down the slope, and the whizzing feather arrows shot into the opposite phalanx, and each arrow would take away a person's life.

As the charging phalanx approached, the archers increased the speed at which they fired their feathered arrows, as if Satanic was approaching (Note 1). At the same time, behind the arrow array, at the top of the slope, hundreds of humans in gorgeous white robes slowly rose towards the sky, until they flew into the air and could no longer see clearly, the white robes were only small black dots, and they chanted mysterious incantations loudly.

With the thought of the incantation, a coercion began to arise in the sky, which became more and more serious, and everyone on the battlefield began to feel that their hearts were suppressed by large stones.

The soldiers on both sides who were stimulated by the blood were not stimulated, and their blood-red eyes only had the appearance of the enemy, and they still moved forward.

Gradually, the dark clouds rolled in the sky and began to rumble non-stop. A short time later, like a bowl of broken water, the dark clouds suddenly cracked countless openings, and huge fireballs like meteors drilled out of the cracks, frantically crashing into the ground crowd.

After a loud landslide, the charging crowd was devastated. The originally rigorous phalanx was smashed out of holes by fireballs, each of which represented dozens of living beings turned into ashes. On the battlefield, the sour rancid stench of magic and the scorching stench of the human body are mixed together to make people sick.

The whole field, a scene of the end of the world.

The side with the greater number of people, under the blow of magic, suffered heavy losses. In the blink of an eye, dozens of empty charging phalanxes also became crumbling.

However, I don't know what faith is supporting them, seeing that even the covering Steppenwolf is threatened by the fireball and whimpering and not daring to advance, these soldiers who are not afraid of death still do not give up.

Some of the humans, who looked like officers, shouted out to their companions, and the rudimentary wooden and iron shields were gathered in front of the phalanx under the command of the officers, beware of the ensuing life-chasing feather arrows.

After a brief panic, the remaining crowd regrouped into a slightly smaller phalanx, and under the command of the commander, they accelerated again. The bow and arrow array on the gentle slope on the opposite side accelerated the speed at which they fired feather arrows, and even the tiger's mouths and index fingers of many archers were already drenched in blood, and the blood stained the tail feathers of the bow and arrows red, and the feather arrows with a trace of blood flew over the battlefield of hundreds of degrees, piercing into a certain body fiercely, spraying more blood.

Both sides on the battlefield understood that once the charge was played, the battle might be over. And when this battle ends, the fate of everyone will change.

The charging phalanx, battered by the double blow of bows and arrows of the magic fireball, suffered unbearable losses. The commanders on this side screamed and directed their soldiers to defend against the attack.

At this critical moment, at the rear of the charging phalanx, there was also a person who suddenly rose into the air, and in a short time, he flew into the air, only to see him suddenly start chanting a spell loudly. Unlike the short, shrill, shrill chanting of the mage's incantations, this man's incantation voice was more archaic and complex, and the long syllables made the people waiting below anxious, because every moment, dozens of new lives were added to the battlefield.

The vast breath surged from the earth with the thought of the incantation, and gently caressed everyone's heart like a breeze. The holy light began to emerge from the bodies of the charging crowd, slowly getting brighter and brighter, until it shone into the wasteland, and a huge white-gold transparent light mask gradually took shape, and the semicircular light mask enveloped all the humans on the charging side.

Those who are shrouded in the holy light feel infinite strength pouring out of their limbs, and courage and faith grow in their hearts. At this moment, everyone felt that they had become unstoppable, and the person who was injured and fell to the ground found that his wounds were healing rapidly, and his strength gradually returned to his body.

The archers on the gentle slope were crushed by what was happening in front of them, and many of them were already too tired to pull their bowstrings. As soon as the hundreds of magicians who had finished casting the huge spell fell back to the ground, they were stunned by the huge magic light shield on the battlefield.

What a terrible piece of magic. Many people are already tired and their mental strength is overdrawn, and this time they fainted directly.

"This is, Holy Order Blessing Technique. There were people in the group of magicians who knew each other, and exclaimed.

"Long live the great doctor! Long live the great doctor!" and the morale of the people who were blessed gradually increased.

The tide of the battlefield began to turn, and the scales of victory began to tip in favor of the side illuminated by holy magic.

A thousand years later, the council chamber of the castle of the Kaman king.

Xiao Mu stared at a huge oil painting in front of him, which was an oil painting depicting war scenes. On one side of the picture are soldiers charging in a phalanx, and on the other side are evil dark mages taking to the skies.

In the sky on the righteous side, a divine mage cast a divine blessing spell with a wide range in the sky, and a huge shroud of light shrouded the charging phalanx. It was the most powerful blessing spell ever seen on the continent, enveloping tens of thousands of people and saving the rebels from battle.

A young Allied soldier who was a painter memorized the magical moment, and after the war, he painted the famous battle into a huge oil painting.

Later, the painting was collected by the Duchy of Kaman, and it became an heirloom of the Duchy of Kaman, and was forever hung on the wall of the council chamber of the castle of the Dukes of Kaman.

Because the powerful mage in the painting is the founding duke of Kaman, Kaman Mu, the most powerful divine magician in the history of the continent, of course, in the rebel army, he is more often called, "Great Medical Officer".

"Why haven't I seen you observe this oil painting so closely before, my dear brother?" A voice came from behind Xiao Mu, Xiao Mu turned his head to look, and found that it was a woman in a gorgeous palace dress, smiling and looking at herself, it was Xiao Mu's sister, Monica Mu, the princess of the Principality of Kaman, Princess Mu.

"Hehe, I've never noticed before, magic is so close to us, I used to think that magic was the ability of the ancestor above to brag. Xiao Mu shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly.

Princess Mu didn't ask anything more, and motioned for Xiao Mu to take a seat. After a short time, the magistrates and clerks of the kingdom came to the council hall and sat down. When everyone was almost there, Princess Mu signaled everyone to be quiet, looked carefully at the people present, and then waved her hand to let all the guards present go out.

In the council hall of Nuoda, there were only four people left, the Mu family sisters and brothers, the affairs officer and the peace officer.

"The matter I want to talk about next is a great secret of the principality", Princess Mu said, "And this secret is not actually a secret, but many people have forgotten it under the deliberate concealment of the nobles of the mainland." What happened in the royal capital today forced me to face this matter again. ”

"As we all know, our founding duke of Kaman was the priest of the Magic Empire (Note 2), and later when the rebels and the Magic Empire went to war, he joined the rebel army as a chief medical officer, responsible for treating the wounded, and later because of his outstanding merits, after the war, he was named Duke of Kaman and established the Duchy of Kaman.

"We all know what you said, sister, what else do you want to say besides historical knowledge. Xiao Mu was a little impatient.

"Mu Gongzi doesn't need to worry, listen to what the princess continues. "Older clerks are more patient.

Princess Mu continued: "Actually, these are all taught to us in the history books, and what I want to say today is not in the history books. But on the whole, there is actually only one sentence, that is, the painting behind us is real. Moreover, what is happening today is likely to be related to our ancestors. ”

After his previous adventures, Xiao Mu already knew that his family's blessing technique and magic had the same origin and essence. After listening to Princess Mu's story, he realized that he was not wrong in his guess.

It turned out that the first Duke Mu, who was himself a priest of the Magic Empire, was proficient in healing magic. After the outbreak of war, he sided with the rebels and used his superb healing magic to heal the wounded of the rebels. Later, after the war, due to the reflection of the mainland race on magic, a large number of magic books were burned, and magicians were slaughtered.

These legendary materials have been hidden in the dean's office of the Royal Capital Academy for so many years. You know, this is the inheritance of a powerful magician, and it is the direct legacy of the Magic Empire. And Duke Mu himself only passed on the simplest healing technique to his descendants as a life-saving technique, which has been passed down from generation to generation, which is the blessing technique of the Little Mu Tamhui.

"So, the target of those two mysterious people is the magic materials left behind by our Kaman Royal Capital Academy?" Xiao Mu wondered.

Princess Mu smiled slightly, "Silly brother, do you think there is anything else that is worth two dark magic maniacs, don't want to make trouble in our Duke of Kaman?"

Note 1: The Satan Demon is a legendary monster of the mainlanders, and it is said that wherever the Satan Demon appears, it will bring the news of death. Therefore, the human beings on the mainland refer to death as Satan.

Note 2: Priest, the name of a mage who was proficient in healing spells during the Magic Empire era. In fact, the spells of the Magic Empire are divided into attack, healing, control, etc. Fireball is a type of attack, Blessing is a type of healing, and control, and spirit magic is used to control other races. Basic magic basically falls into these three categories.