In his mind, all kinds of earth-shattering forbidden spells were running wildly, burning the city, flooding, meteors falling, light judgment, darkness crushing, undead damnation, and even zombie sieges, shattering the void, plague viruses...... However, he couldn't count on any of these things now, because he didn't know where to throw such magic. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"The fire-based ones are too focused on single attacks, and the ice-based ones really have something that can wipe out a city in an instant, but this damn hedge physique has to wait for the ice magic to compensate to the maximum before it can be issued...... But in my body now, there is only light and darkness...... I once swore like a mentor not to learn the forbidden spell of the dark attribute, because it will affect the mind and temperament, and once it backspawns, it will turn into a murderous demon, so that now the elemental incarnation of the dark attribute is gone...... As for the light forbidden spell, I haven't comprehended it yet, after all, a rookie legend knows at most one forbidden spell......"

Silver Dust's hands stretched out ten fingers and crossed them in front of his eyes, the color of flesh and silver intertwined, and there was a cold and delicate beauty. His eyes were full of clammy light, and he was depressed and anxious, and he once again experienced the terrible feeling of powerlessness to shake fate.

He didn't know how many times he would repeat it, all he knew was that every time, he was praying that it would be the last time.

"No, we can't go on like this! even if it's revenge, we can't let things go on uncontrollably. "The bun is already cold, and Yinchen's heart is also cold, and the last bit of fiery passion in his heart is turning into black bravery, or madness, at this time.

"The fire forbidden spell is also returned, and the ice forbidden spell is fine, just let me know who gave the slaughter order......" His thinking broke at this moment, because he felt that someone was coming behind him, and he saw the chopsticks of the two "warriors" in front of him stop in the air, one second, two seconds, Lu Qingyun took a bite of noodles fiercely, and Wen Qingsong directly bit off the noodles and clenched his fist.

There were not many people in the small shop, and most of the people who were still walking on the streets of Xueyang City at this time were Northern soldiers who had a canteen to go to, and the people who came to eat here were all poor merchants who didn't get the news in time yesterday and didn't run away in time, they were all gathered in the small shop at the moment, ordering food casually in panic, eating like chewing wax, while anxiously waiting for the time when the city gate would open, or waiting for a slim chance for the city gate to open.

This happy person is the same as Yinchen, sitting in the small shop, silent, because no one knows whether there is a spies from the north of the country, blood drops from the south of the country, and six doors of the north country in the diners at the next table, those people are the ones who really use their own feelings and brains as the law of the world.

And at this moment, the originally dull atmosphere in the small shop instantly condensed.

Yinchen didn't look back, his whole body was completely frozen at this moment, obviously he didn't feel cold, but he couldn't move a bit. He wanted to brick, wanted to stand up, wanted to fire a big black sky flame dragon god killing cannon behind him, wanted to choke the man's neck and roared and asked him why, but he couldn't, because he knew that once he stood up, he would be discovered by that man, and the two "rebel comrades" next to him were chased and intercepted by the army that was roaring over. As a magician, Silver Dust has the confidence and strength to rush out of the army, but he does not have the confidence and ability to bring the two people around him out of the army.

Clan Wars, for high-level mages, has always been synonymous with fighting alone. The so-called iron triangle of tactics and tactics, in the eyes of Gabroyle's mages, is just a fantasy that exists in game entertainment, and reality has always been cruel, especially for mages, even more cruel.

Yinchen didn't look back, he stiffened, trying to suppress the impulse in the depths of his soul, he had to pretend that if he didn't discriminate, he had to pretend that he didn't have a sense of existence, so that the two friends in front of him would also be shrouded by the invisible power emanating from him, and be sheltered by the green jade waist card he issued to them, become a passerby who was neither Han bolt nor good-looking, and became an idle person who was automatically ignored by the person behind him, etc., he knew that person, that person was a person who was upright and decent, what that person lacked the most was the gene of picking quarrels and provoking trouble, when others ignored him, he would never look at those people。 And if Silver Dust stood up, or did something to attract his attention, then as long as he paid attention to this place for a moment, he might recognize Silver Dust, probably notice the two people in front of Silver Dust, notice their seemingly luxurious but very mysterious dress, notice something unreasonable, and thus notice the two rioters who are on the run. If that's the case, then the situation will be out of control.

Silver Dust could only sit still, and the person behind him, after being stunned for a short time, suddenly walked into the small shop and sat down in front of an empty table, and the three guards with knives behind him also sat down a little embarrassed, which table was occupied-those three must have wanted to stand behind the man in a proper manner, rather than "sit at the same table with the master without respect or humility in their eyes".

"These masters, what do you want?" said the shopkeeper's voice, with endless fear in his courtesy.

"12 cages of soup packets. Nie Wanliu's voice sounded in a low voice, and his tone was full of endless sorrow, like the ruins of a fire, he deliberately ordered soup dumplings, in fact, he wanted to remind the silver-white guy at the table at the door that they had been discovered, so run quickly.

He didn't look back, he sat with his back to the door, and through the accurate sensing of Gangfeng, he felt that the person at the door seemed to swing hard.

Nie Wanliu didn't notice them as Yinchen had imagined, in fact, as a particularly good general, he had honed amazing insight in the hard war, and in the seconds before he was about to enter the shop, he was able to grasp all the people and things in the shop with just a casual glance, and at that time, he found the three people sitting at the long table at the door, and noticed the silver robe and hood. For a person with extremely strong observation or sensing ability, it is difficult for ordinary illusion magic and ignorance spells to work, not to mention that Nie Wan retains this person with a big mind and strong willpower, although his spiritual power cannot be released, it is almost the same as Wan Jian Xin, and Yinchen's little trick is useless at all.

The first time Nie Wanliu saw Yinchen, he understood everything. At that moment, his whole world was filled with sadness.

He knew that everything was irretrievable, and he knew that he had tried his best to make it back, but now, he was not even qualified to talk about it. Between him and him, between an old man who almost became a "god of war" and a little boy who was almost destined to become a god of law, there could never be any intersection, any communication, any interaction, and from then on, they stood on a hostile position, and from then on, only swords and soldiers were left facing each other.

For another moment, he even wanted to pull out his long sword and cut the two sneaky guys beside Silver Dust into nine thousand pieces. He wanted to pick up the silver dust with one hand, and roared and asked him why, but he didn't, he didn't know if he was qualified to do so.

"That kid, did you really choose the south? so weak and pedantic south?" Nie couldn't figure it out, subconsciously, he actually regarded this silver-haired boy as the heir to the mantle, or more accurately, as the only future candidate who could become the heir to the mantle.

In the mind of the general, Nie Wanliu does not have any decent magic skills, and there is no mystery of today's motives, but the only thing that is more powerful is that he commands 10,000 people and decides the way of marching thousands of miles, that is, he does not stop food and grass, does not waste exercises, and can integrate 100,000 people, millions of people into a complete set of art of an iron-clad super army, this set of art comes from Harlan Xuanming, but it is a pity that the pampered prince never knew the difficulty and tediousness of marching troops, and only put forward a general idea, which is his Nie Retainer to carry it forward and complete it, and the only effect of this set of marching art is now, that is, the Southern Empire, which was originally many times stronger than the national strength of the northern country, cried and shouted for his father, so "it can't be said that it is completely useless", and now, Harlan Xuanming is almost old, and Nie is not too young to keep himself, but this set of sophisticated and wonderful art has not yet found a suitable successor, and it can even be said that except for the silver-haired boy Nie Wanliu, he doesn't want to pass it on to anyone at all, seeing that his temples are gray, such a set of mastery seems to be difficult to escape the fate of being lost.

Thinking of this, Nie Wanliu's heart was empty, as if everything he had done was meaningless, and therefore his voice became empty and sad, of course, there was another reason why he was so sad, that is, the beacon city had gone too far.

Nie Wanliu knew that the Beacon City was actually called Nalan Karma, a Jianzhou "slave", and he was one of the people he looked down on the most in his life. The struggle between the Nalan family, the Jianzhou people, and the Harlan family, the "orthodox people" in the north, Nie Wanliu is also clear, the two families jointly established the northern empire, and they don't want to swallow each other all the time, so there are actually two parallel systems in the military system of the northern country, which do not interfere with each other and maintain a wonderful balance. As a member of the Harran faction, it is even more impossible for Nie Wanliu to interfere with the orders of the Beacon City, including the order to massacre the people of the Blood Sun.

The slaves of Jianzhou shaved their hair and kept their hair, the hierarchy was harsh, and the high-level members of the clan thought about enslaving the world day and night, attracting disgust, but they were the most capable of raising livestock, and they were also extremely good at fighting. The Jianzhou Iron Cavalry is famous all over the world, and it is even more powerful than the Shuofang Iron Cavalry on the grassland, because they are proficient in smelting, and they can create chain mail worn by people and horses, and the defense on the battlefield is almost invincible, and the speed is fast, and whoever is the opponent in the stall can't stand it. The Harlan family's costumes are more casual, bold and generous, the "orthodox people" ethnic group comes from the south, has advanced civilization, is good at dominating, governing the country, and governing the army, and the "Black Feather Iron Horse" developed from the "Shuofang Iron Hoof", the chain mail is light and thin, and the defense is poor, but the deadly speed and the source range of the divine arm bow, high precision and high power, still become the most powerful military force in the north, these two families, gathered their respective races, and fought openly and secretly within the north for a hundred years, except for the open rebellion, almost all means were used. The Northern Empire, an emperor on the surface, but in fact, the head of the Nalan family has more than once privately called "I", like a shadow emperor, the two families jointly manage the empire, and even have their own armies, the north country went to the south, the two armies fought separately, rarely supported each other, this time Nie Wanliu led the Black Feather Army to defeat the blood yang, and as a result, the head of the Nalan family donated three gold mines like the empire, and it did not cost a single soldier to take the blood yang. Nie Wanliu originally had no objection to this, but he was awakened by a scream last night, and when he got up and asked, he learned that the Beacon City was carrying out massacres behind his back.

Of course he was very angry, and he could only be very angry, he couldn't command the soldiers of the Nalan faction, and of course Nalan didn't want to exert any influence on him. He received the holy decree this morning, and was ready to go away to Luoyun and leave the place of right and wrong, this morning was the last chance to taste the "Blood Yang Soup Dumpling", but he didn't expect to meet the person he wanted to meet the most and made him the most sad.

Nie Wanliu knew that the relationship between him and Yinchen was like this, and after that, there would be nothing else except killing each other, and there would be nothing else, oh no, it should be Nalan Karma, that bastard did this last night, I am afraid that Yinchen already hates the northern kingdom and Nie Wanliu to the core, right? Between the two of them, there is no longer the possibility of releasing the previous suspicions, right? Nie Wanliu thought about this, and his heart became more and more sad.

It's not that he doesn't have compassion for those poor people, and it's not that he doesn't know that the slaughter of civilians by soldiers is an indelible shame, but he has no power to change all this, even if he is the descendant of the Black Feather Army and the head of the 180,000 forbidden army.

The shame of the soldier and the sadness of losing the "disciple" were poured into his heart together, making the taste of the soup packet in his mouth as difficult to swallow as melted lead, and Nie Wanliu knew for the first time that there could be such an unpalatable thing in Xueyang City.

On the other side, Yinchen heard Nie Wanliu's voice, and he really trembled fiercely. He didn't hear the meaning of Nie Wanliu's words, in fact, he didn't care about whether General Nie had already discovered them at the moment. He gathered from Nie Wan's voice, and clearly felt a sorrow, a soldier's sorrow. Only then did he realize that Nie Wanliu himself was also opposed to the massacre of the people, but he did not oppose success.

Yinchen didn't know the intricate contradictions and entanglements between the Nalan and Harran clans, but he could roughly understand that General Nie Wanliu was not a well-known figure in the Northern Army, he was a soldier, not an emperor or prime minister. As a soldier, it is his duty to obey orders, and if the emperor of the northern kingdom goes crazy and wants to kill the southern people, can he have any way to keep the general? No. General Nie would not have any other choice than to carry out the order, not to mention, if it was really according to Yinchen's guess, a certain evil sect that controlled the northern country wanted to slaughter the people of Blood Yang City to refine something, then with the power of that powerful sect that had been lurking for a hundred years and had been operating for a hundred years, it was impossible for General Nie to refuse the massacre order. In the final analysis, General Nie was just a tool for those people. (To be continued.) )