"Captain Marlowe of Iron Pine Town meets Master Mage. ”

Marlowe, the captain of the vigilante, had long heard that the city-state had a new chief mage to replace the original archmage Herbert, and he had also heard that this mage was very young, but he never thought that the chief mage would appear in front of him like this, so he hurriedly stepped forward to salute in fear.

"You're welcome, let's go and see how it goes?"

Alan waved his hand, stopped the captain of the security team, and asked everyone to hurry as soon as possible, on the way out of the town just now, Aple had already roughly described what happened to him, of course, the process of sowing discord was omitted in the middle, so Alan is now as anxious as Aple, after all, his mission this time is to train these teenagers, so that they can become a force to resist the orcs, but I didn't expect that the training has not been carried out yet, and the infighting has begun.

The group stopped talking and continued to hurry, the speed of the horse was very fast, and after ten minutes, before they could see the river beach, there was a huge shouting and killing sound in front of them.

"Brothers, teach them a lesson, let them know how powerful the western fall is. ”

"Brothers, give it to me, and let them know who the real king of the steppe is. ”

Aple heard the shouts of killing from ahead, knew that he was still one step too late, the conflict was inevitable, and suddenly his eyes went dark, his fat body shook twice, and then fell off the horse's back, fortunately, Harvey, who was next to him, rushed forward and grabbed his arm, so that he did not fall half to death. And next to him, Alan had already soared into the air, and actually flew in the direction of the river beach ahead of the horses.

"Flying!"

Looking at Allen's figure in the distance, Marlowe, the captain of the security team, was completely stunned.

On the river beach, Morey and Ronan took the lead, waving their blades and rushing to the front, ahead of which was the stream that flowed out of the valley. They were only thirty paces away from the stream, and as soon as they crossed this distance, the teams of both sides would officially collide, and whoever was strong and who was weak would be separated in the knee-deep stream.

Thirty steps, twenty steps, ten steps.

The river was close at hand, Morey clenched the short sword in his hand, looked at Ronan, who was rushing towards him on the other side of the river, with a somewhat hideous expression, observing the other party's running posture, and wondering in his heart what part of his first sword would attack the opponent to make a single blow.

"Smack!"

Several teenagers who were running fast had already rushed into the river, and the soles of their feet splashed on the surface of the river.

"Kill!"

The moment Morey stepped into the river with one foot, he raised the iron sword in his hand and shouted with all his might. But at that moment, there was a strange feeling in his overheated head, and although he felt that he was about to scream in his throat, the sound he made was very small, as if something was blocking the transmission of the sound. But he immediately realized that it was not his voice that was blocked, but that a louder voice came from around him that completely muffled his voice. The sound was very loud, as if thousands of horses were galloping, and it was like a heavenly river pouring down, almost suppressing the shouts of thousands of people.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and the unknown Morey only felt that his eyes lit up, and the river under his feet seemed to be attracted by some invisible force, and all of a sudden it broke away from the riverbed and rose towards the sky. A huge wall of water slowly rose in front of him, and the teenagers who rushed to the front were too fast to dodge, so they hit the wall of water directly, and then they were rebounded by the wall of water and fell on the bank of the river.

When Morey stopped his steps, the tip of his nose was less than an inch away from the wall of water, and he was shocked by the scene in front of him and took two steps back, only to look up to find that there was an extra figure in the sky above the wall of water.

The figure was dressed in black robes, suspended in mid-air, chanting aloud from his mouth, holding a colorful wooden staff with blue crystals embedded in it emitting thin blue rays of light that connected to the wall of water below.

"What happened?"

A teenager stopped beside Morey and asked aloud.

"Magician!"

Morey pointed to the figure in the sky and said, he finally understood what was happening, it turned out that at the last moment, a magician cast a wall of water spell in the middle of the stream, separating the two teams and interrupting the impending bloody conflict.

The wall of water was only about fifty paces wide, and it couldn't completely stop all the teenagers, but the shocking effect it produced made all the teenagers stop in front of it, not only the eastern tribe represented by Morey, but also the western tribe led by Ronan, who were also shocked by the wall of water rising from the flat ground, and did not dare to take a step forward.

"Stop, stop, there's something to discuss. ”

Captain Marlowe finally arrived with his men, shouting before he could get closer.

"What is there to discuss? What should be said has already been said, and now we have to divide the victory and defeat, and the fallen man will listen to the arrangement of the man standing. ”

Ronan knew Marlowe, and as soon as he saw him appear, he immediately understood that the magician above his head was only afraid that the Department of Justice had invited them to stop them, but today this matter will need to be resolved sooner or later, even if it can't be fought today, it will be fought tomorrow. If the opinions of the two tribes of the steppe cannot be unified, then relying on their western tribes alone, I am afraid that they will never have the opportunity to return to the grassland.

"Ronan is right, this is the matter of the children of the grassland, let us solve it in the way of the grassland, and no one can stop us today. ”

Morey's voice also came, it turned out that Eren had finished casting the spell, the energy of the crystal on the wand had been consumed, and the wall of water slowly fell, turning into a stream and flowing forward, revealing Ronan on the other side.

"Ronan, you are the leader of the militia group, and the role of the militia is to protect the villagers, why did you take the lead in making trouble here, and also target your own people?"

When Marlowe, the captain of the sheriff, heard Ronan's voice and immediately pointed the finger at him. The more than 2,000 people led by Ronan were all members of the militia group that Aple had previously recruited, and he himself was the leader of it.

"My brother only protects the people of my western tribe, and the people of the eastern tribe are greedy for life and fear death, and they are not worthy of being called sons and daughters of the grassland, what does it matter to me whether they live or die?"

Ronan twisted his head and said coldly, not taking Marloe, the security captain, in his eyes at all.

"What a big boldness, the chief mage of the ancient city of Aogu is here today, and any of you must be presumptuous, otherwise we will drive you all out of the ancient city of Aocheng and let you go to the grassland to solve the problem by yourself. ”

Hearing Ronan's words, Marlowe was furious, but he couldn't afford to provoke the other party in the current situation, but fortunately, having Allen, an archmage, by his side, made him a lot more emboldened.