The night glanced back, and Van Luntieen stood behind them and watched them go away, watching without saying a word.

He didn't know if this was a send-off or what, this elder Qianfu who had been with him for more than ten days, from the beginning of the exhaustion of the irritability to the later harmony and familiarity, the time was not long or short, but he knew that this should be a good person.

There are teachings in the abuse, and in the rudeness it is about love, and I don't feel how this intermediate necromancer named Fan Luntieen is doing when he gets along with him, but when he leaves the magic tower in the dark, he feels that this person is really good.

"You know, it's not going to the battlefield!"

The dark night looked at Chebireji, who was standing beside him, and said a word to him.

"Whatever! In this empire wearing this black robe, military orders accompany us all the time, so what? ”

"Makes sense!"

Listening to Chebireji's words, the night nodded.

"The Ninth Magic Tower is very ready for the roll call of interns, assemble!"

A cold-faced mid-level mage he didn't know walked up to the group of people in the dark night and yelled at them.

The group of interns from the Gado Academy in the dark night, there are two hundred and thirty-six people who are assigned to the third division of the Ninth Magic Tower, and there are less than two hundred people who are still standing with the night, plus the interns who do not know other colleges who entered the third division in the future, there are about five hundred people standing here, and the third division is basically hollowed out by half, which shows that the strategic weapon of the magic tower is considered to be the mission in the next war, and these people have to accept the new mission of the empire.

There are more than 500 people in the third group, plus the trainee necromancer students of other sub-groups, at this time, there are about three or four thousand trainee students under the ninth magic tower, all of them are black heads at a glance, these are the members of the strategic magic tower, and the strategic weapon of the magic tower is operated by the scum in this group of mages, and it has hit countless shocking blows.

And if he hadn't come to the magic tower in person to be a surveyor, he wouldn't have dared to imagine that the strategic killing weapon of the Strategic Magic Tower was actually manipulated by a group of people of their rank.

On the battlefield, not only are intermediate mages needed, but also those of his rank!

"I read it! it shouldn't be possible for the two of us to be together, good luck, no matter what work you get. ”

Hearing his name called in front of him, Chebireji said to the night, waved his hand and walked towards that side.

"Good luck!"

That was the only thing the night could say to him.

Because at this time, the group of people in the Ninth Magic Tower has been divided into four or five groups, and they should have their own division of labor, but the dark night doesn't know what kind of fate he will accept next, because he only knows that intermediate mages are needed on the battlefield, and the place where intermediate mages go is the front-line mage group, but he is obviously not among them.

"Night!"

"Here!"

"Over there!"

"Yes!"

After answering in the dark night, he walked to a handful of people, and glanced at Chebireji on the other side, belonging to two groups, it can be seen that there should not be the same task, at this moment, the students who came out of Gaduo Academy are considered to have no one to know.

All the necromancers of the academy were thrown in the Jialan Mountain Pass, which was comparable to a drop of water falling into the sea, and in the war of the war of the All-Conquering Country, an academy was still too small in it, let alone a person.

There were three or four thousand people in the Ninth Magic Tower of the junior rank like Black Night, and when he was brought to the gate of the Jialan Mountain Pass, there were at least twenty or thirty thousand people gathered behind him.

Here the small group of people of the Khepileji stopped, and the group of people in the dark night did not stop here at all with the large group behind, and walked in the direction of the front of the Jialan Mountain Pass, crossed the strong gate of this military fortress, and stepped forward.

This is the first time I have crossed this gate when I came to Jialan Mountain Pass in the dark night!

It was also the first time that he had lived in the West France continent for so many years and stepped out of the territory of his empire.

In front of it is a borderland with a width of about eighty kilometers, which is narrow to the left and connects to the ocean on the left and the Helan Empire on the right, and in front of it is the realm of the world's oldest empire, the Empire of Light.

I looked back!

The mottled defensive wall is steep and almost vertical, and the large pits of countless dense spell strikes on it seem to tell the grandeur of the past years, and the obscure strategic defense array runes show the vicissitudes of history under the light of the setting sun, and the muzzle of the hideous strategic rune goblin cannon on it is telling about its own past.

There are too many stories to sing and cry about, from a soldier to an empire, in the first 10,000 years of the Western French calendar, if the Holy See of Light is the protagonist, then from the 23,521st year of the Western French calendar to the 23,586th year of the Western French calendar of more than 60 years of history, this mountain pass is the real protagonist.

When the protagonist has a story, all the people and things that have experienced the vicissitudes of time can pick up the simple thing called "pen" and write about their former self, and this mountain pass is to write the birth of an empire with its own standing.

The huge team of twenty or thirty thousand people moved silently with the afterglow of the setting sun, and behind them was not only the endless smoke and dust, but also the countless narrow figures under the light of the slanting sun.

Above the earth is dry, desolate, and desolate!

After walking half a mile, I didn't see a single flower or grass in the dark night, and even if it was about to enter the midwinter season, even the dry and desolate fallen leaves were not half of them floating in the wind.

The strong wind blowing from the north on the earth, the wide mage robe on the dark night sounded with the wind, and there were bursts of smoke and soil blowing in this desolation, the wind blew, and a little shining silver light was revealed in the dark red soil, and the eyes stared at it, but it turned out that countless pale broken bones were swept away from the dust and sand on it.

Looking up at the battlefield blown by the strong wind, this shining silver light is comparable to the stars in the night, so much, so dense, the stars fall directly to the end of the distant heaven and earth.

The night was shaken!

When faced with this scene, the waves in his heart were calming, and he couldn't help but ripple, and he seemed to feel the insignificance of life.

Behind the mountain pass is a prosperous song and dance, but the end of the mountain pass is a piece of white bones!

One pass, two scenes, the night feels like walking from the world to the abyss in hell, and all he has to do is to guard the prosperity behind him.

The road is long!

As if there was no end, an army of 20,000 or 30,000 mages silently marched forward on this borderless land, eating dried meat when hungry, and drinking a sip of cold water with ice ballast in the package when thirsty, without stopping, some just moving forward.

Walking through the sunset and stepping over the afterglow, when the night above the head had completely enveloped this world, a seemingly non-existent dragon of light appeared in the distance in front of the dark night, if I guessed correctly, that place should have been the first pass of the defensive chain of the fortress of the Empire of Light.

It was also the place where he was the surveyor of the Magic Tower, and the coordinates were marked.

The night is accompanied by a small wind, such as crying and complaining, like resentment!

It seems that at this time, as the sun soaks the earth, countless souls who have slept in this land in history rise to the heavens and the earth, whispering to the living how tragic this nameless battlefield was back then.

"Voice" makes people cold, cold is not only the body, but also their own soul, with the murmur of the wind, the night does not need to listen to these souls, it seems to be able to perceive everything that has been, and it is as if you are in the historical fragment of the year, even your breath can't help but be a little shorter.

The miserable green eyes looked at this side of the world, how could there be a trace of remnant souls wandering in the world, everything was just the sound of the wind, but this weirdness was as real as the feeling of meeting thousands of wandering souls.

The bones are buried in this land, the body is turned into dust, and the soul is gathered in the heavens to gaze, and on this ownerless battlefield, some may not be able to dissipate the thoughts of thousands of dead beings in hundreds of years.

From the setting sun to the midnight of the night, as if crossing the distance of mountains, rivers and seas, the people of the night finally reached this military fortress that belonged to the Empire of Light more than half a month ago, but the imperial flag has been changed on the high head of the city, and the black skull flag with a golden background symbolizing the empire of the dead is facing the wind of hunting, as if cheering for their arrival.

The banner greeted only a small part, about five or six thousand people, and the night was not among them, but it stopped for less than half an hour, and then the large army was sent out by this banner, and the direction was forward!

The hardest road in the world is the one measured with footsteps, and it's really long!

The long walk is desperate, starting from the afternoon, walking through dusk, night, and even more until dawn, and the second fortress of the city appears in front of the eyes of the people of the night, and this city should be the second line of the fortress defense chain of the Empire of Light.

It was also because when this fortress city was breached, the night was in the Ninth Magic Tower for so many days of "big vacation".

The extremely dilapidated fortress city was covered with earthy yellow magic, and there were dense skeleton soldiers with glowing green eyes on it, and this fortress was being repaired like the previous one, but the previous city was obviously not as many people as this one.

The night had a premonition that calling him here was to summon an army of the undead to repair the defensive walls!

But even if it is repaired, it is obviously not this one, because he is still arranged to move forward!

More people were left in the city, about 10,000 people were left behind.

Stopping and glancing at the ruined fortress full of wounded soldiers, the dark night couldn't help but cast a shadow on his heart, this result is really not a good result.

Everybody knows what that means in the past!

And at this time, if you can stay in this dilapidated defensive fortress city, you have to go forward in the past, but love will not drive away his wish, the military order is the military order, since it is not left behind, you must move forward, go forward to the third defense chain of the fortress of the Bright Empire that has been broken today.

That is, the front line!