"Don't be stupid, Eric. I was there when they fought!Why do you think Henry was like this?If he was alive, how could a merfolk penetrate a shield?You should know not to be blinded by your ambitions!Even if Henry himself was a murderer, it was up to the tower to implicate him, not you, Eric! Not you!"

The two mages of the gray faction pointed fingers at each other a few more times, and then parted red-faced. Walken's face darkened when he saw Gwen and his party emerge from the cave.

"Erin, for God's sake, get out of the way!"

Her lips were red from the soothsayer's. She knew that her allies had strong prejudices against Kilroy. Whoever cast a shadow over Walken's view of truth, he was well aware that this man had a tendency for resentment and intrigue.

"I'm sorry, old friend. I can't let this farce continue. ”

Next to Ferris, Alessia stared at Walken coldly, as if asking him to try her.

"If I were you, I'd listen to Master Ferris," Alexia spat viciously this time, and it's not just your library that is adding fuel to the fire. ”

"Quiet, Kilroy's Hellcat!" Walken stopped abruptly before turning to Ferris Erin, I don't want to hurt you, but you're pushing me!"

Gwen and the others watched the exchange behind Grote's Gate, and were fascinated by the sight of Oceania's highest-ranking mages about to set up a phalanx in a room no larger than a spacious classroom. A single cataclysm spell will collapse the room, killing all living souls here.

It's a strange dilemma.

With low-level spells, they cannot penetrate the opponent's defenses.

Using advanced spells, they will tear the whole place apart.

Walken's eyes fell on Gwen.

"There! Did you see her, Erin? This is the little void viper that Henry was raising. She will be our Grim Reaper, remember my words. A disaster!"

Gwen was just as shocked as everyone else, Walken, a mage she had never seen in her life, speaking so violently to her.

"I've seen her illusory magic, Erik. She's not what you're describing. ”

"The council will decide!" Vulken spat triumphantly.

Gwen followed Walken's icy dark eyes as the judge stared at every inch of her frame. The man's gaze was a scalpel, trying to dig under her skin to figure out how she was ticking. She had the same look in her eyes when dealing with Mark Chandler – the man searching for what he thought was a secret buried deep inside her. As a magician, the pressure of the man's focused gaze was enormous, as if he was dismembering her.

It was Alicia who moved among them and rescued Gwen from the painful attention.

"Enough," she said coldly, you want to bully someone, try me. ”

"Rude girl!"

When the last of Walken's patience ran out, a dust of transmutation and magic erupted from him. A door opened beside him, and a terrible wind slammed into the room, forcing Gwen's companions to block their eyes. Walken is summoning his familiar, cougar from the plane of the air element.

"A beautiful snake can't save you," Alexia opened her mana channel, igniting the air around her body, brazenly threatening the mage's last chance, Walken. ”

"Invincible Earth!" Ferris's confessor uses a spell below the 5th level to negate offensive magic.

"An invincible Earth!" their opponents responded in the same way.

"The Wall of Ponnham!" he did his part, creating a series of barriers to ensure they wouldn't be run over by the bulls. In the next moment, both sides produced a large number of Ferris.

"God forbid!"

"Resist the Elementals!"

"Shield of Faith!"

"Stone skin!"

"Shelter!"

"Death ward!"

"The aura of life!"

"Stonewall!"

Chaos and anarchy erupted, and protective spells of all types and elements filled the room, dazzling even the most experienced soothsayers.

"Uh-"

Gwen was just a second away from emitting a flash of light, when she had a premonition that something terrible was making her heart skip a beat. Beside her, Ferris seemed to feel the same thing. Panicking, she looked over to the soothsayer and saw Ferris's eyes wide in horror, her mouth moving, giving a vague warning.

"Gwen

Gwen gasped. She had never heard Ferris's belated warning. Each time her consciousness was focused on the intense pain, which immediately tormented her body.

"Ahh She felt particles of quicksand crawl under her armor, her arms, her legs, grabbing her neck like a chokehold. At the same time, the convulsive panic squeezed the air out of her lungs, making her suffocate red. An irresistible force bent her spine and held her in place, helpless.

Unexpected developments prevented the two parties from whilking to the death.

"Deborah!"

"Debbie?"

"Gwen!no!" the lit air around Alicia deflated. Alexia's eyes widened as she looked at Gwen, who had been captured by Deborah's sand elves. Even now, Alicia's disbelieving eyes can't comprehend that her sister on the ship is captured, betrayed, and taken hostage.

"Walken...... You ......" Ferris's face turned pale. Her gaze met the determined gaze of the girl standing behind Gwen, and she trembled. Deborah is expressionless, and there is no indication that she has just betrayed her closest friend, a girl she claims to love and desire. Her expression was an ethereal mask, an emotionless form. As Gwen struggled, she tightened the spell and lifted Gwen off the ground.

"I can't believe you've been fooled twice," Deborah said of her victory. Her voice is strange and sounds like she has borrowed vocal cords.

"Well done!" Ms. Jones, "Walken congratulated the athlete on the other side of the room, knowing I could count on you!"

The crowd looked and looked from Deborah to Walken.

"Debbie! No!" Elvia's words were heartbreaking. How many dangers did they spend together? How many nights did they train, how many days, and they spent time in each other's company!? The girl had risked her life to defend them only hours earlier!

"Sheets!" Rittal cursed. His swarthy face flushed, and his pale face outlined symmetrical facial tattoos.

"Deborah, if you can imagine surviving my wrath, you let her go now," Alexia roared, she was the fire of hellfire.

"Bring her to me," Walken ordered cheerfully.

To the judge's surprise, Deborah did not hand Gwen over to him.

Instead, she stood motionless as soon as she walked out of the grotto.

"Now, now, as we agreed. I'll protect you. You're going to be a hero. I swear by my mysterious soul. Walken's voice is full of seduction and resonance, full of soothing seduction.

Yue's face was filled with anger as she heard Walken's promise, and she looked ready to set her on fire as she stood there. She opened her mouth to speak, and uttered an expletive without reservation.

"Deborah, if you don't let Gwen go now, God bless me. If you hurt her, the sole purpose of my life is to ensure that you suffer the greatest pain that a man or woman knows. Do you think you can be this bastard's apprentice? Think again, damn bitch. Nothing will save you. You know what, even if you die before I die, I'm going to kill the people you love. Your brother, your sister, all the people you have loved. You will regret the day you became a traitor. You can trust me. I swear by my mysterious soul. ”

Yue's words made people's hearts chill, and even the two mages felt a stinging pain in their spine.

After that, the hours became longer and longer, while the partygoers were anticipating Deborah's next move. Walken insists on begging Deborah to give Gwen to him, while Alessia, Ferris, and the others wait for an opportunity to free Gwen from Deborah's battlefield prison.

"Don't try anything, especially you. "Deborah grabbed Alexia's subtle transfiguration magic channel. Alicia frowned in frustration, when had that girl become so sharp? she was a dull shapeshifter at best, with limited talent.

"Alessia," Ferris's voice rang out beside her. She used a message spell that changed her gaze. "Something is wrong. My hunch was going crazy. The girl is procrastinating, and we have to find out why. There will be a huge, imminent danger. I instinctively screamed for me to run away. ”

Alicia roared. What could be more dangerous than where they are now?

The Witch in Red's eyes measured every inch of Deborah's shape, searching for clues as to what was driving Ferris's divination insane. Alessia's gaze fell on a small, inconspicuous ring on Deborah's left hand.

A ring. A standard accessory where mages will all sparkle. There are many types of rings. The storage ring is standard, followed by the tracking ring, which has teleportation beacons on it, which are given to their apprentices by the master so that they can flee from imminent danger.

Suddenly, looking at Deborah's fingers, a confused thought invaded Alexia's imagination, and she could no longer maintain the rhythm of her meditative breathing. The hot blood in her veins suddenly turned to ice. The environment and events resemble a multi-vehicle collision accident.

"No!" Alexia cried, her musky bloodlust turning into hysterical panic. With a burst of flames, she blinked. Elvia, Yue, and Wetu all stared at where Alicia had been. What about Gwen? What if Deborah made good on her threat?

"You're too late," Deborah bluntly said to the still-blazing air, there's nothing you can do about it. There's nothing you can do about it. Never again. ”

Deep in the canyon, Henry Kilroy (pale yellow) is awakened by a familiar scent of lilac, lord of the mysteries of Oceania's Odoot.

For a moment, he thought he was still sleeping in a pile of white sheets, and the Tuscan sun was hot outside, like a dry wind whispering in the doorframe of the Ottomans.

However, when he opened his eyes, a familiar vision of the Heart Tree appeared. However, instead of resting on wood, his head rested on a pair of soft, white thighs held in place by a soft arc.

A face comes into view, and it is beautiful. His gentle eyes, like the mellow summer sky, held him intact in the twins' pupils. A strand of black hair from the Bible scratched his nostrils.

"Hey," Henry struggled to say I didn't expect you to be here. ”

"Hey. Elizabeth smiled, her little cherry-like lips parting with the longing to breathe I know we just broke up, but I miss you. ”

For some reason, instead of fear, Henry felt free. After all these years, they are back to square one, and he feels very comfortable.

"You know," Henry said, and I often wondered if it would have been better if we had all died on the Brisbane Line that day. If you and I both died, how many innocent lives would be spared?"

Elizabeth didn't say anything, because there was nothing more to say.

She leaned forward and kissed Henry on the mouth, her passionate tongue touching his. Her slender, white fingers wrapped around his skull, digging through his papery skin.

Just like many years ago, like that fateful day on the Brisbane Railway, Henry's wife let herself go.

When the owner of a summoned acquaintance dies, all manifestations created by magic cease to exist. It is an impeccable fortress in the legendary Grote - the owner of the tower, Henry Kilroy. A symbol of power and stability, the domain of the "Immortal Henry" inhabited the highest spire of the Barbarian Tower for 30 years.

Just now, there was an ironwood gate, a glittering gate, a distorted space pocket size.

Now, a second later, it seems like it never existed.

Gwen is a strong woman who is not easily swayed by mood swings. She is a modern woman who believes in self-efficacy and the power of personal will to overcome all obstacles.

None of that will help her now.

Gwen was in the agony of being imprisoned in prison, and she felt tears of pain flow from her eyes. When the slave traders caught her, she thought she was being counseled in desperation, but she was wrong.

Now, she's really hopeless. The sensation was disgusting, insidious and sticky, and its malice dragged her into the dark sea.

There is no Grote.

There is no Henry.

No, it won't.

There is no Elvia.

There was no Henry Kilroy.

There is no Alexia.

Nothing.

There was only the figure of a black-haired woman, her blue eyes smiling, her red lips painted a touch of red paint on a perfect complexion, pale as snow.