In the dark night, layers of dark clouds completely obscured the moon and sky.

Completely out of sight, and a biting cold wind swept across the land of Lorante, blowing the advancing team to a halt.

"Hurry up, we have to be quick, this is a war zone!"

A slightly better-dressed man with a clean face shouted loudly.

"Sir, I can't leave at all now!"

The other leader of the group, holding down his hat and wrapping his coat tightly, almost prostrate in front of the man before him, shouted loudly.

Although the two sides are face to face, in this gust of wind, if it is not for shouting, it is impossible to hear what the other party is saying.

"However, this is the battlefield, where the rebels and wizards are fighting......"

Rumble!

Before the man's words were finished, an explosion sounded, completely drowning out the man's words, and a wave of air knocked him to the ground.

The man who was dizzy raised his head subconsciously, and suddenly, he saw a scene that he would never forget-

Thousands of fireballs, dragging the dazzling flame tail, streaked across the dark night sky, smashing on the ground like meteors landing, and suddenly, the earth was translucent.

In the distance, countless camps were plunged into a sea of fire.

The wails, screams, did not really sound, and even if there were, they were very few, because the moment these fireballs fell, most of the people had been shattered in the explosion in an instant.

The man looked at the scene in front of him dumbfounded.

It took him a moment before he came back to his senses. I want to see my team.

However, when he turned around, he was stunned-

Charred stumps and severed arms, burning corpses.

A fireball spilled over his team, and no one but him escaped, even the caravan's chief of guard, who died not far away.

Subconsciously shuddered.

The man knew very well that if the previous wave of qi hadn't lifted him out, he would have ended up the same.

But. The man simply didn't have time to congratulate himself on his escape.

Removed because the goods are all gone. In addition to the fact that he had lost his fortune, more than that, in his sight, a team of wizards in robes appeared in his field of vision.

All of these wizards are black. The same is true of the staff in the hand. Even the expression is the same...... Indifferent.

The man didn't want to. Let his body roll around on the charred ground, and even, put several stumps on his body. as a mask.

Anyone who dares to make contact with the rebels will be killed!

This was an early order.

And he was clearly violating such an order, although he was not alone, but he definitely did not want to be hanged outside the castle tower or in the square like those who were caught.

The wizards ignored the corpses beneath their feet and strode straight past.

The indifference on his face became more and more cold, and even numb.

In war, there is not a moment of warlike heart, and then the whole heart becomes emotionless - the wizards didn't know what it was saying, but they did it now.

And in the distance, those who survived the fireball bombardment, there was something different.

They were not warlike, nor were they numb.

They just want to live - or ...... Let future generations live.

The dirt on the ground suddenly had a slight bulge, and then, one by one, the flaps were pushed away, and the people who had quickly taken refuge in them survived; They were armed with rudimentary swords, dressed in tattered leather armor, and even, somewhat ill-fitting, but all looked decent—any mistake supported by faith.

The wizards didn't.

Neither do they.

Some of the guys hiding in the ghosts are the culprits, but they have already been duly punished; Therefore, such a war itself should be stopped.

However, it cannot be stopped at all, just like a stringed alarm clock, and the passage of time cannot be stopped.

"Damn war!"

Holding a homemade cigarette in his mouth, Old John stood on a small earthen bag formed by the bombardment of the fireball, and whispered to himself, the flame of the cigarette butt flickered on and off, his eyes scanned the corpses around him, and then, looking at the wizarding legion that appeared in front of him, he had never felt a moment of disgust for war in his heart.

"Damn 'fate'!"

Again, old John cursed in a low voice.

He looked up at the dark sky, and even crossed the horizon, looking for possible figures—in fact, before every battle, he was looking for each other.

If he could, he wouldn't mind breaking the other party into pieces.

Never at no time did he hate a being so much.

……

The void flickered, and Yetch appeared somewhere on the battlefield with Delpa.

"This is ......"

Delpa asked, somewhat uncertainly.

"It's the place you imagined, with the King of Swords, my teacher; On one side is the Wizard Emperor: Abigail - The final result of the war is that the wizard legions are all wiped out and Abigail is killed in battle. ”

Ye Qi relayed it with great certainty.

"Then I'm going to persuade Abigail...... Are you sure to persuade your teacher? ”

Delpa asked.

"Believe me, such a war, my teacher, has always resisted!"

Ye Qi laughed, and the next moment, he disappeared in place.

Delpa didn't stop, and went straight towards the place where Abigail's breath was kept, but the speed of progress was far less fast than that of Ye Qi - in addition to Ye Qi's use of the essence of time, it was more because Ye Qi was covered with a layer of 'time' aura on Delpa's body, which was a category used by time gaps to isolate the gaze of 'order'.

However, this is not a fast speed. It's only compared to Ye Qi.

For others, it's still pretty fast.

At the very least, Delpa was not able to spot anyone as he walked through the camp where the wizards were stationed, until he approached the tent of the Chinese army belonging to the Wizard Emperor Abigail.

"Who!"

With a low cheer and an unquestionable tone, Abigail was as expressionless as ever, but extremely powerful, and he looked at the figure outside the tent, guessing which of the seven heroes the other party was.

To be able to be found by him in such a close way. Absolutely no one else.

Although it was only a few brief encounters. However, Abigail was wary of the companions left behind by Ye Qi, the most powerful of which were the Sword King and the Titan Emperor, both of whom were already immortal in defiance of any legion-level immortal. Alone. Or a large-scale war. There is nothing they can do about each other.

Unless it's him, or Radha makes a move.

Even, even the Rada is slightly inferior.

But. In the same way, Abigail knew very well that these two men were upright people, and they would not play any tricks, far from being like the hermit inside.

"Hermit?"

Abigail asked.

Aside from the other party, he couldn't think of any other possibilities for the time being.

"It's me, Abigail!"

Abigail was stunned for a moment when the voice sounded, incomparably familiar, and then, anger and murderous intent began to appear on his face. Filthy enough to make a good gentleman look like a bull going crazy.

What's more, Abigail is far from being the so-called Mr. Yes.

"Look for death!"

In the middle of the low drink, Abigail raised his hand and pointed at it.

Delpa the Great is dead, and although Abigail does not want to admit it, it is an indisputable fact that he buried the other man with his own hands, the man he respected the most.

And now, someone pretended to be the other party and appeared in front of him.

If Abigail doesn't break the other party's body into pieces, it will definitely be difficult to calm his anger.

In the silent fluctuations, a faint, obliterated light pierced the space and appeared in front of the figure; However, the same light appeared there.

The same silence, the same dimness, annihilation.

"A finger at the gods? How could you ......"

Abigail was stunned.

Although the anger in his heart did not subside, there was always a little illusion of zài, so he did not continue to attack, but quietly waited and prepared.

"I helped you finish the construction of this spell model - of course, it was only about half done at the time!"

Lifting the tent curtain, Delpa walked in.

Looking at that familiar face, Abigail's face was cloudy.

"I know you're still suspicious, and I can't produce any more evidence, and even if I knew something that only we knew, you'd still think I had done more preparation...... After all, in the beginning, when you became my assistant, you were such a character - doubtful qiē, but firmly believing in one qiē! ”

Delpa looked at his assistant, who should have been very young in his memory, and his old face at the moment, couldn't help but sigh softly.

That peculiar sense of fluctuation made him know that this assistant of his had chosen that path - to replace his body with various other substances in order to gain greater power.

This was originally the same idea he proposed.

It's just just an idea, and there's no more going on.

Because, at that time, he met Fang Ding.

However, the assistant in front of him undoubtedly carried this on; Moreover, it was also completed very completely, even, some beyond his imagination.

After all, in his opinion, it was quite difficult to achieve immortality in this way, and the odds were slim.

And Abigail did.

"Abigail, can you listen to what happened to me?"

Delpa asked.

"Say it!"

Abigail pondered for a moment, then nodded.

PS The decadent cold is not good yet...... A strong runny nose, especially when eating......

That scene is simply miserable!

T.T

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