Arthur's figure disappeared in place, and in a flash, it appeared dozens of miles away.

As an ancient bloodline wizard with spatial talent, his movement can already be completely replaced by a folding jump at this spatial distance, this spell is not similar to the spell teleportation that uses spatial folds to make short-distance jumps, nor is it the kind of spell flicker that keenly observes and discovers, and then wanders through small spatial gaps, the spell he now uses to move is more similar to the dimensional space spells that mages fix on medium- and long-distance space doors.

Every movement is equivalent to establishing a dimensional space channel that exists in another dimension out of thin air, which is used to connect the main material space, and the movement of the spell caster himself is equivalent to opening a door, entering, and then opening a door again, walking out, and reappearing. Repeated again and again, the mana loss caused by this extravagant movement was equivalent to the magic of a large forbidden spell drain cast by a mage formation composed of no less than a hundred mid-level mages of the Empire.

But the Reaper Staff in Arthur's hand is constantly running, ensuring that Arthur's magic source can be replenished all the time, and the Mage Tower connects the magic power of heaven and earth anytime and anywhere, and even draws chaos magic from another dimension, and transforms it into usable magic power through the elemental pool, all of which is based on the magic circle of the Mage Tower, and is controlled by the core soul crystal of the tower spirit of the Mage Tower, poor Vladimir's soul.

The whole process is like a top powerhouse of the same level as Vladimir before his death, always holding a super magic circle to provide Arthur with magic supplements. Almost in a breath, the loss of mana is compensated, allowing him to activate the next move at any time, just like an ordinary person takes an ordinary step when walking.

Whether this is a spell or some kind of supernatural power, Arthur himself can't even tell the difference, it's like instinct, it becomes a certain kind of self-contained skill of his body with the blood of the gods, once it is learned, it will be comprehended by itself, and now it seems to be very suitable for hurrying.

If his current situation was known to those imperial mages who were orthodox in using magic crystals to compensate for the magic power of the space gate, he would probably be able to go crazy with jealousy.

That's what Arthur has to offer as a mobile mage tower for his own sacrifices.

It's just that even so, this method still can't be compared with the convenience of the space gate magic of Kama Taj when he was on earth, the universe is different, and the laws of time and space that exist between heaven and earth are also different, and Arthur can't completely replicate and realize that space gate magic here. But even so, the space spell he was using at the moment was enough to embarrass any master on the continent who was immersed in the space spell system.

In the darkness of the night, Arthur took one step at a time, like a looming ghost, sneaking thousands of miles in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, he reached Tathmere.

Stand on the plain of the Ross River and look at the Taythemir not far away.

In the darkness of the night, Tethmir lurked on the plains like a crouching beast.

The city he remembered as once prosperous for a long time was now much more depressed, the fall of the Duchy of Roses had done great harm to the city, and the ferocious Noxians had brought more panic than stability. The merchants and alchemists who once crowded the city either left the city and moved further south to Zuan and Picheng, or simply returned to the north.

In the past, the Tasemir relied on the lenient policy of the Grand Duke of Rus' family to attract the elves of the Secret Forest and the dwarves of Montenegro to come and gather and trade, and the Grand Duke of Rus personally invited alchemists like Victor to settle in the city to attract more alchemists, so that the city has an incomparable attraction and becomes the economic center of the southern part of the continent.

But now the arrival of the Noxians has completely changed these elements, the elves are besieged, the dwarves are also blocked, and Victor simply leads the alchemists to rebel, and now the Tasemir, which has lost its former brilliance, is now less attractive to merchants than the coastal open cities such as Kursala and Piltoverf in the south.

The city's decline was almost inevitable.

Arthur's gaze swept away from the darkness of Tasselmir, without any nostalgia, and continued on to Zaun.

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"There's going to be a war." Victor said.

"Yes! It has to be as soon as possible! ”

Victor and Heimerdinger stood together, looking at Noxtola in the distance.

Now it is not just a military camp, but has developed into a settlement almost comparable to a medium-sized city, a huge defensive circle envelops it, a thick black fog shrouds a radius of dozens of miles, and the air is mixed with some small particles, which makes all the various detection spells of the two alchemy masters ineffective, this should be another very practical little trick studied by the Imperial Mage Regiment.

The cost is very low, but it can protect high-level spellcasters from omnipotent exploration on the battlefield, it should be said that those imperial mages encircled by the Noxian Empire are by no means useless, and more resources are in their hands, which allows them to achieve more advantages on the battlefield.

And on the battlefield, perhaps only those mages of the Imperial Mage Regiment of the Noxian Empire have the ability to act like this, and they can build such a large defensive circle in such a short period of time.

It's nothing short of a miracle!

"W-the enemy is shrinking?"

Victor's tone wasn't quite sure.

"That's right!"

But Heimerdinger agreed.

"The news from Picheng said that their bombardment of Picheng had also stopped. Tulatan's army hadn't launched any further invasions for many days, and those small harassments and attacks looked more like delays, and the recent days have shown that the enemy has realized that we are about to launch a surprise attack on the Temporal Gate of Noxtola, so they are prepared. ”

However, hearing such bad news, Victor was not nervous, but relieved.

Their attack was no way to hide the Noxians.

The Noxians are not stupid, the current Northern Black Mountain Fortress has been captured, and the entire mountain range from the Black Mountain Range to the south until the seaside, Noxtola has become the only retreat of the Tulatan Legion, such a large strategic fulcrum is placed here, there is no reason not to focus on defense.

This gives you a lot more uncertainty about what you're about to do.

"You said that the Immortal Fortress, will it send more people, such as the Enchantress?"

Victor said worriedly.

Heimerdinger thought for a moment,

"Probably unlikely."

"We're not the only enemy."

Unlike the commercial cities of Zaun and Leather City, which are located in the corner of the mainland, the current Noxian Empire can be described as the enemy of the world. The barbarians in the north and the empire have been facing each other for many years, the tribes that the empire has once annexed, and the commercial cities on the east side of the continent that have nominally been annexed, and there are countless hungry wolves staring at this behemoth that dominates the continent in the dark.

The Immortal Fortress, in fact, sits on top of a sleeping volcano.

This is the price of being a continental hegemon.

Heimerdinger didn't think that the few people sitting in the Immortal Fortress dared to leave their nests alone and come to the south of the continent, even if there was only one door between them - Noxtola.

"Well, think about it, this fight, maybe, we have more things to do, maybe, we will have more friends." A mechanical smile appeared on Victor's face, as if he had thought of something.