Wail! Wail! Wail!

Countless black ravens fluttered their wings from the huge yellow, black buildings.

These elven and strange creatures, because people love and deliberately protect, their bodies are slightly fat, and at this moment they are alarmed by the yellow light, and they are scrambling to fly.

Countless bird bodies inevitably collided with each other, and black feathers were scattered in the sky.

A black feather didn't seem to fit in, it fell slowly, swirled in front of the tall figure at the door of the armory, and then was grabbed by the cold hand armor in the palm of his hand, and with a slight twist, it became the end of the feather.

"Queen, Prince, where are you?" Mark unconsciously threw away the scraps in his hands, his eyes frozen, and his mouth grunted uneasily.

Throughout the armory, the guards were swaying through with murderous faces.

"Master Mark! You're here! Come with me! ”

Mark was still stunned, a burst of words came to his face, and then there was a strong force in his arm, and the female warrior wearing a black and gray visor hurriedly led him out.

"What's wrong?"

Mark was so strange that he asked the young wildcard lady about it.

"What's wrong? Don't you see? ”

Ya Xun pointed anxiously to the sky.

Mark looked up, and the yellow light spread throughout the air around the royal city, and the direction was the wildcard library.

"This is?! What's wrong with you? Mark asked, looking at the strange view of the sky.

"You'll know when you go see it! Teacher asked me to call you, yes! Call more people and block the scene! Azami replied anxiously, but his feet did not stop.

The two of them passed through the camp gate, stepped onto the chariot that was ready to be on standby, and rushed over with the guards who were on call at any time during this time.

The road was unimpeded, the gallop had been separated according to wartime, and the shuttle of soldiers and people of all colors dug their own way on both sides, and the middle was empty and uncovered.

Mark drove himself, clutching the reins in his hands, but his eyes were not skimming the sky.

Fireworks are in full bloom there!

From time to time, groups of transparent feathers flew out of the yellow light of the wild card library, crystal clear, with yellow rays of light lines swept across the sky, flying towards the four desolations of the royal city!

This is! Wings of Corbett!

Corbett's Wings, who disappeared not long ago, are back!

Mark couldn't help but feel relieved.

The wing is in the city, and he only needs to sort out the city now.

As long as there is a change, the people of the royal city will be evacuated first, and everything can be said.

Mark withdrew his gaze, ignoring the transparent feathers that were slowly forming inverted in the air.

I thought about it a hundred times, if my brother was here, everyone must be more relieved now.

With a shake of the reins, the fiery horse sped up and galloped towards the wildcard storehouse.

Bang bang!

When I was about to get to the wildcard library, the noisy voice of A came from one side.

"Uncle Chiron!" Yaxun exclaimed in surprise, and Mark saw that it was not the lame old Chiren.

It's just that the uncle's face is not very good-looking, and his body is unexpectedly neatly armored, with a staff and hammer, and a metal prosthetic leg that he doesn't know when to put it on, and he runs with the chariot numbly.

"Let's go!" The blistering eyes that had been unawakened were now shining, and old Qilun said something to the two, but instead sped up and ran forward.

Unlike the black neat camp of the armory.

The wildcard library is simple, and there are no buildings on the field large enough for thousands of people to practice, except for a low white house.

The only thing that was surprising was that on the wide field, countless yellow rays of light were shining neatly through the ground and projecting into the air.

And the white house was boxy, with no seams on the exterior walls, not even a door.

Yaxun's teacher, Pierre, the head of the Wildcard Treasury Office, waited for a few people with a dark face.

The three of them stopped in front of the building, and after a while, three doorways appeared in the white wall, just in front of the three of them, of different heights, just enough for the three to pass through.

Mark spoke a few words to Pierre, and ordered the heavily armed armory guards, who immediately surrounded the house with well-trained guards.

It's just that the direction of the encirclement is not outward, but inward.

Without saying much, the four of them entered through the doorways.

Then the openings were gone, and the exterior walls were gone.

Inside, in the direction of several people entering, a faint white light faintly leaked from the walls and ground.

Pierre led the three of them and walked heavily down the long corridor.

Mark was secretly surprised, according to the direction and length of the corridor, it was completely out of proportion to the house outside.

It's just that at this point, it's not appropriate to ask too much.

Mark glanced at the two next to him, Yaxun's eyes were also full of curiosity, and old Chino was completely oblivious.

Indeed, as I thought, it is not easy here.

Mark followed everyone as if nothing had happened, until an empty hall.

Dark, silent. Countless voices sounded around everyone.

Mark was covered with a dense layer of bumps.

If he hadn't known he was there, he would have been in the black swamp.

"My lord, here they are"

It was Piel's voice.

Airplanes......

The light flickered.

Mark saw countless black wings floating past him, and those sharp wings, when they skimmed, did not touch the Praetorian armor on his body, pulling out a trace of scratches.

A black storm rolled up in the hall, and countless black wings gathered from all directions, gathering into a huge body in the middle of the hall, with sharp black claws, sharp and thick horned beaks, and two flames that ignited.

I should have guessed it a long time ago.

Mark sighed secretly.

I deliberately avoided it, and now I have to see the "people".

The Black Swamp has changed dramatically, and the brothers have become unknown enemies.

It's all thanks to what is in front of you.

Grab.

Mark nodded. Just stop talking and go with the flow.

The giant crow, also nodding to the four, and gestured to Pielle.

Pierre made a few gestures faintly.

Then the whole hall sank.

Mark and Yaxun were probably the most shocked.

Everything that has just been experienced outside is the tip of the iceberg.

It turns out that under the city, there is, the city.

Airplanes!

When Mark saw the scene that was gradually revealing in front of him, his ears suddenly shook!

This is?!

Babble!

A whisper that resounded throughout the space!

There was not a glimmer of light in the sunken hall, but a yellow fire burning!

Countless yellow flames are burning!

The hall where Mark and the others were was already big enough, enough for dozens or hundreds of people to practice!

But compared to the huge space below, this platform is like a boat on the lake, small in the yellow flame that rises into the sky! Ups and downs!

What shocked Mark even more was that countless old, yellow tentacles were dancing!

In those raging flames, unconsciously swaying!

Where those tentacles grow, there are round rings, and the countless transparent filaments in the rings are also dancing with the yellow flame light!

If you look closely, it is those slender silks that keep taking out something in the ring, and then weaving this tentacle out of thin air!

Mark involuntarily wanted to take Tu Fan off his back, only with the weapon in his hand, he had a little sense of security.

It was the same with Yaxun, who took off the box he was carrying.

Just a move of the two of them, the black wings gently attached to the back of the two of their hands. Stopped the two.

The two hurriedly turned their heads.

I saw that Pierre and Old Chino looked as usual, and further back, the oppressive red eyes of the Taker flickered, indicating that everything was fine.

The two put away their guards.

The hall descended slowly, shifting several directions in the air.

Until you come to a different place and land.

The ring here, there is no abnormality!

There were neither yellow flames nor tentacles, only white light, lit up.

One from the transparent filament, in the fluttering. There was no point in doing anything at all.

"Wait!" Pierre motioned for the crowd to stand around the ring, and after saying a word, he stopped talking, and let the flames fall and the tentacles danced wildly.

Do it.

Everyone didn't move, their eyes glued to the ring.

Will something show up?

Mark thought to himself, and was startled by the sudden voice next to him!

Shout! Woohoo!

A large piece of stuff burst out of a ring behind Mark!

Yellow flames and tentacles are in hot pursuit!

Mark could barely see that those things were as transparent as cicada wings, and the pieces were crystal clear, they were Corbett's wings!

How did it come out of here?

Mark is a little confused?

The suspicion has not fallen, and a new killing intent has enveloped the whole body!

This?!

Mark restrained his instinct to withdraw his hand and flee, and turned around desperately, his hand had already taken out Tu Fan reflexively according to his usual training!

What's in front of you?!

Huge black touches erupted from the ring that everyone was paying attention to!

Card! Click! Click! Click!

I don't know what material the ring can't even hold up this huge contact tube!

Mark suddenly sweated in shock!

Isn't this the evil beast in the Black Swamp upheaval!

Yafu is more familiar!

Willow! You nerveknife! Dare to come back!

"Teacher! This is the willow ......."

In a panic, he turned to his teacher, Pierre.

It's just that why are the two old gentlemen and gods here? Not to mention that the grappling pole did not move at all.

Yaxun was speechless, you forgot the lethality of this thing!

It was only when she looked at the black touch tube that the willow leaf had turned into again that she realized that it was just struggling.

Struggle?!

Yaxun finally understood something.

The black tentacle seemed to be constantly breaking upwards, but the ring now had an extremely transparent boundary on the outside.

Although it is inconspicuous, it is impossible to escape.

The black tentacle kept wriggling, squeezing out a strange shape on the transparent boundary.

Then countless transparent filaments erupted from the ring, stabbing fiercely into the black contact tube.

After a twist. The black contact tube is broken down into countless transparent particles.

Pierre approached the ring at this time, and took a ring-shaped object from his bosom and put it on his head.

Azami knew this thing, a very ordinary Praetorian Guard's headband.

It's just that after putting it on, Pierre closed his eyes.

Then the filaments in the ring began to churn again.

The green light flickered, and the substance that had broken down in the black touch tube condensed again, and the filaments were carved out of something as delicate.

Yaxun looked carefully at the gradually forming artifact, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Willow! You're coming back!

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Fingerprints are smoothed out during this time.