"Forget it. Flandi didn't want to waste time here, and said, "Since you're worried that you won't be able to go back to your life, why don't you just come with me!"

"Coming with you?" "Morris was dumbfounded.

"Yes, come with me, I don't know the way, you are responsible for showing me the way!" Brandy suddenly felt that it was a good choice to take this Maurice with him.

Maurice looked at Frandy and then at the steel monster, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"Let's go, stop the ink, do you think you can resist?" said Flandie deliberately in a relaxed tone.

It's not a good idea to rebel against a magician.

"But my horse ......"

"I'll store it for you first, and I'll return it to you later!"

"Huh, help me store it?" "Maurice didn't understand what Flandy meant.

But he understood right away, because Flandy waved open a portal.

"Quick, get the horses in!" commanded Flandy.

Maurice didn't want to be separated from his horse, but he had no choice but to follow Franky's arrangement.

On the opposite side of the portal is the teleportation hall of the Academy of Magic, and it is the senior who guards the portal.

"Senior Bertram, please help me take care of these horses, and I'll pick them up later!"

"Alright, Flandy, don't worry!" said Senior Bertelem, agreeing happily.

After driving the horse in, Flandi waved his hand again to cancel the portal, patted the already stupid Morris on the shoulder, and said, "Don't be stunned, let's go." ”

"Let's go?" Maurice hadn't reacted yet.

"Well, get on the plane!"

Frandy opened the hatch of the aircraft and slipped straight inside.

Although he had already guessed that the steel monster was a means of transportation, Morris never imagined that he would be able to ride it.

Dim, Maurice came to his senses as Frandy got into the "Psal" and sat on the wide leather seat.

But as soon as he came to his senses, he felt a sense of weightlessness hit him, and he was in a panic.

Immediately after, he saw through the glass that the ground outside was getting farther and farther away from him, and the few lone trees in the distance were getting smaller and smaller.

"Am I flying?" said Morris, startled by his own guess. But when I first saw this steel monster, it did fly over.

"Hey, what's your name?" Flandy didn't know the emissary's name.

"Morris, my name is Morris. ”

"Okay, Maurice, sit down in front and show me the way. ”

"Oh, yes!" Maurice left where he had just sat in a daze, and sat down beside Frandy.

Frandy had just arrived here in the Psal, and he hadn't even figured out the direction.

"This way, this way!" Maurice pulled a map from his bosom.

"OK" Flandi gestured, controlled the "Psal" to change its flight posture, and flew away according to Maurice's guidance.

Because Flandy was in a hurry, he let the "Psalar Island" fly as fast as possible, and Maurice only felt a strong push on his back, and then saw the scenery below move back quickly.

He had never enjoyed the thrill of such speed, and he was stunned to lie on the glass and look out.

With Morris's previous speed, he could advance two or three hundred kilometers a day at most, while the "Psal" flying in the sky could push him forward for two days in an hour.

With Morris to show him the way, Flandy can concentrate on his journey, saving him the trouble of correcting his route in case he flies in the wrong direction.

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Located in the southeast of the continent of Oskaia, the battlefield of Dukmahon has been built for nearly 100 kilometers since Emperor Kyle Oskaia drove the beasts out of the continent with the help of magicians more than 600 years ago.

After more than 600 years of continuous reinforcement, this line of defense has become the most majestic and strong defense system in the entire continent.

Before the defense line was built, it used to be a strait, and during the autumn months of each year, the water level would drop and the seabed would be exposed, which was when the Monsters began to counterattack.

For hundreds of years, there have been more than a dozen countless demonic beasts gathered together to counterattack the Dukmahon front, and without this strong front, the human magicians and demon warriors would not know how many casualties they would have suffered.

According to historical records, whenever the beast tide occurs, even only three or four level Warcraft will join the attack, and the Warcraft above level ten that is rare on weekdays will also appear in groups.

It has been more than fifty years since the last beast tide, almost sixty years, and no one dares to guarantee when the next beast tide will occur.

Every year, at least a third of the magicians who graduate from the Academy of Magic will come to the Duk Mahon battlefield to replace those who have been defending here for several years and return to the imperial capital.

It can be said that most of the high-level leaders of the Academy of Magic, as well as some of the faculty members, have had the experience of defending here.

If it weren't for the fact that Grand Magician Gavin, the vice president of the Academy of Magic, knew that Flandy would definitely come to the Duk Mahon battlefield, then another batch of mages and demon warrior graduates this year would have already begun their journey.

However, since Flandy is coming, then the portal can be directly established, so that this year's graduates will not have to travel.

You must know that these magicians and demon warrior graduates, just from the magic academy in the imperial capital to the Duk Mahon battlefield, it will take more than half a year, from the beginning of the new year to the autumn when the sea level here drops, and the demonic beasts can come across the sea.

This is also the only time of the year that the Duk Mahon battlefield can get the news of the imperial capital of his hometown, and other than that, nothing will be known about what happened in the imperial capital.

It can be said that apart from the Academy of Magic, the battlefield of Dukmahon is the place with the highest concentration of magicians and demon warriors in the entire Oskaia Empire.

Even if you count the great mages alone, there are more great mages here than there are magic academy mages.

In the past, even if the magic essentia produced by the Oskaia Empire was sometimes not enough to supply the army, it was necessary to prioritize the transportation of a large part of the essentia here.

The Battlefield of Dukmahon, the Academy of Magic, and the island of Psal, all three locations maintain a transcendent status on the continent.

Psalal Island is because of the existence of the Great Magician of Algernon, and all the magicians and magic warriors of the human race are the younger generations of the people.

Not to mention the Academy of Magic, it is a place where magicians are produced, and where hope lies for humanity.

The battlefield of Dukmahon is the front line, and if it is broken through here, then the development of mankind for hundreds of years will be destroyed in one fell swoop.

Therefore, even in the two dark ages, when the Viton Empire and the Oskaia Empire were inextricably linked, they would never dare to cut off the supply of these three locations.

There is no record in the history books, and I don't know how many emperors of Oskaia have formed, that is, there must be a direct son of the royal family to sit on the battlefield of Dukmahon.

The former second prince, now the second emperor's uncle, Asa Oskaia, has been in charge of the Duk Mahon battlefield since he was young.

In the past ten years, he has only returned to the imperial capital three times, the first time he went back to the imperial capital because he married one of his beautiful magician wives, and the remaining two times he went back, both because he had a child, and sent the child to study at Oskaia University.

It can be said that in the past ten years, Asa has really made the Duk Mahon battlefield his home, and from this point of view, he has made a lot of contributions to mankind.

The Duk Mahon front is a super city wall with a width of more than 60 meters, a height of nearly 100 meters, a length connecting both sides of the strait, and nearly 100 kilometers.

There are no civilians here, there are not even many soldiers, and there is no difference between soldiers and papier-mâché in front of high-level demonic beasts, they are completely cannon fodder, and no matter how many soldiers there are, they are just sent to death in vain.

The soldiers' mission is not to resist the attacks of the monsters, but to grow food and get some food.