The Lord of Waterdeep, Kelburn Blackstaff, stared blankly at the Netherworld in the sky from his camp below the valley.

A shadow sky shrouded the city high in the sky, unusually thick dark clouds appeared over the desert, blocking the sun's rays, and the cold wind of the Shadow Sea mixed with the abundant water vapor in the air blew into the camp, making Kyleburn shiver. Shaking his body in discomfort, his wife Leila Silver handed over a woolen coat with a thoughtful hand, and Kelburn took it with relief, and let out a sigh of satisfaction when he put it on.

"Why don't you warm yourself up with a spell? Leila asked her husband with some amusement.

Kyleburn shrugged indifferently, and then said with some dissatisfaction: "The goddess teaches us not to abuse magic, magic should be reserved for use when it must be used, and as the chosen person of the goddess, of course I have to lead by example." ”

A chuckle came from behind Kelburn, and the legendary Ranger Dover Silver sat lazily on the couch with a glass of gin in his hand, and laughed a little charmingly: "Look, our Lord Blackrod is teaching his apprentice again!"

Storm Silverhand, the legendary bard of the Valley of Shadows, stood aside and reproached, "Kelburn is right, and as elect we should follow our mother's teachings." ”

Dove let out a disgruntled mutter, "How hard is it for one to endure elemental damage?"

Storm looked dissatisfied, and before he could say anything more, Erastro Silverhand, the queen of the Silvermoon Federation and the founder of Silvermoon City, walked into the tent rather dignifiedly, and everyone stopped arguing, all staring at Erastro, even Kyleburn, who had been silent, concentrated and looked at Erastro.

If it were other ordinary people, I am afraid that there would be some stage fright in the face of a group of legendary Goddess of Magic voters in the tent staring at them, but Erastro, who has a close relationship with everyone and is also a Goddess of Magic elector, will obviously not have stage fright, as the queen of the Silver Moon Federation, Erasstr has seen a lot of big scenes, I saw that she unceremoniously snatched the wine glass in Dove's hand, squeezed Dove under the soft couch with one ass, comfortably occupied Dove's previous position, and drank gin comfortably.

Dove was furious and tried to regain his position, Aerastra was-for-tat, and the other voters watched the two frolic with some amusement, and finally Kelburn couldn't stand it and stopped the sisters' nonsense: "How's it going, has Ilminster been contacted?"

Erasdra stopped frolicking and shook his head gloomily: "He probably ran to a distant plane again, even his mother couldn't contact him, but Xinbu had just repelled the red-robed mage and could be in place on time, and Vera Marandez, the dragon queen of the North, still felt that someone had to guard the Silver Moon Federation, and refused our request to join the war." ”

Kelburn frowned, without the strongest vote of the Goddess of Magic, Ilminster to join the war, it was a bit difficult to deal with the Twelve Princes of the Shadow with his current strength, but this time the Seven Sisters of the Goddess of Magic were almost together.

The Seven Sisters of the Goddess of Magic, since their birth, have been spreading the glory of the Goddess of Magic throughout Faeron and even throughout the multiverse, fighting evil, and upholding justice, are hundreds of years ago when the Magical Female Holy One came, and was born with a ranger named Domon Silverhand, everyone is a natural voter, and the voters here have nothing to do with the election or anything, in the meaning of the elect of Faeron is equivalent to the Chosen One, given divine power by the gods, immortal, and there are all kinds of powerful powers, for the gods to achieve their own purposes.

The Seven Sisters are the biological daughters of the Goddess of Magic, their arcane talents and the fit of the magic web can be imagined, each of them has been endowed with great strength by the Goddess of Magic and strong resistance to different spells, and has achieved good results in their respective fields since their birth, and has been working hard to fight evil in Faeron. In this battle, the Seven Sisters will participate in the battle except for the eldest sister Hiren and the seventh sister Aoi Lu, who had already died with an invading ancient red dragon in the Valley of Shadows decades ago, and is now transformed into a ghost to protect the Valley of Shadows, while Aoi Lu is still in the dark region and cannot be rushed.

Shaking his head, Kelburn said: "Ilminster can't come and we have to launch it, now the shadow prince Revaran is entangled by the legendary war mage Van Geda Heist, although Van Geda Hester took out a secondary artifact of Cormier's Vault, but I don't think he will be the opponent of Revaran, we have to solve this side as soon as possible and go to the aid of Revaran! The Ancient Golden Dragon of the Supreme Forest, Nerah Hust and the Great Druid Hathetis, will come to our aid!"

"Ministries report on the situation. At the sound of Kelburn's order, the voices of the high-ranking harpists lurking in various places began to appear in the communication stone.

"Confirm, the Nether Prince Revaran is at war with the Cormiers!"

"Confirm, Hajhot, the Prince's Hand, is located in the Lord's Mansion of the Netherworld City!"

"Confirm, Brenus, the Prince of the Shadows, is engaged in a battle in the Black Path against the army of Felin Demon Kwai led by the harpist!"

"Confirm, Tyk the Shadow Prince is on the outskirts of Everska at war with the harpist legendary mage Nagien!"

"Confirm, the Prince of the Shadows, Desoud, Ramorac, and Yada, are carrying the color-resistant artifact to create a shadow canopy on the Supreme Glacier!"

"Confirm, the Wizard King Lavoc is still in the Wizard's Tomb!"

"Confirm, the Lich Owo is still in the lair of the Savage Frontier!"

"The location of the High Prince Teramante cannot be confirmed, and the location of the other Yin Princes cannot be confirmed!"

"Confirm, the Blue Lord of the Dragon Lich is still in the lair, and the blue dragon group has not moved!"

"Confirm, there is no movement in the brass dragon group!"

"The location of the voters of Bane cannot be confirmed, and the location of the lord of Fort Santil cannot be confirmed!"

"Confirm, the ancient golden dragon Nera Huster and the Grand Druid Hathetis have reached the Supreme Glacier!"

Kelburn hesitated for a moment and gave the order: "Action!"

The electors of the five goddesses of magic directly tried to teleport to the Supreme Glacier, the purpose of this battle was not to completely annihilate the Yin Prince, but to forcibly break the spatial blockade of the Yin Soul People, teleport to the Supreme Glacier, destroy the artifact used by the Yin Soul People to create a shadow canopy, and kill the three Yin Princes as much as possible, the key to success is to break the space blockade and cast a spell to re-block the space, complete the target in a very short time, and complete the target evacuation before the Yin Prince reinforcements, the Yin Soul people will definitely take longer to break the space blockade than the Goddess of Magic voters, after all, the voters have the help of the Goddess of Magic。

It didn't take much effort for the five voters to break the spatial blockade and come to the Supreme Glacier, but what was waiting for them were seven Yin Princes, and two reinforcements were surrounded in the middle, Kelburn sneered: "It's really a trap!

The ancient silver dragon Nata Salim and the Grand Druid Samaras suddenly emerged from behind the invisible glacier and joined the ranks of the elect, the Netherworld Prince let out a sneer, and a lich with a colorful Ainstone around his head appeared in the air, joining the Nether's camp, and the wizarding king Lavoc appeared!

"Is this the real thing?" thought to Kelburn, bitterly.

At the same time, in the sky of the Ghost City, an extremely beautiful silver-haired woman flew high in the air, and even flew into the constantly discharging thunderstorm clouds, and the constantly flickering light reflected her graceful figure, but the woman's clothes were extremely tattered, revealing a lot of spring light.

Agralund's witch queen Hembo was born with the ability to cast a chain of lightning bolts, which not only could not harm her, but even gave her great strength and charged her with many magical items, and a group of Agralund witches flew loyally below, waiting for the witch queen to return.

The High Prince Teramante gloomily flew out of the Floating City with a group of Arcanists, and the two sides began to fight without saying much.

It began to rain in the sky, and the dark sky made it almost impossible to see clearly, and only a moment of lightning flashed could the two sides be seen fighting fiercely in the air, and the roaring thunder masked the dying groans and desperate screams of both sides.

An Agrarond witch fell to the ground, triggering a featherfall spell that left her without much damage, but the lower half of her body that was vaporized in the sky would obviously kill her, and she was going to die.

She looked up at the sky from the ground, and the rain poured into her mouth and nose: "Mom, I'm so light now." The unconscious witch muttered vaguely.

Then she finally realized her situation, tears mixed with pouring rain, although she was going to the goddess of magic's divine domain, she was still very sad: "Mom, I'm sorry, I can't go back, it seems that I can't eat the rose cake you made again, I haven't said goodbye to you properly." ”

The witch struggled to take out the bag of flower and plant seeds that the Agra Lund people carried with her, and tore the bag open, the Agra Lund people in the desperate Eastern Regions would carry a bag of blessed flower and plant seeds before the battle, and they would be buried with the body after the battle, and each time they fought hard to repel the invasion of the red-robed mage, the battlefield would turn into a sea of flowers in the spring of the second year.

The witch sprinkled the seeds on the ground with all her might, and the land transformed by the Shadow Man had turned into a sandy soil, and the abundant rain mixed with the blood and internal organs of the sky fell to the ground, nourishing the earth.

Memories of the past flooded in, the carefree childhood, the gloom of my father's death in battle, the back of my mother sobbing secretly, my resentment towards the red-robed mage, the excitement of becoming a witch's apprentice, the rose stand in my yard, the old cat who liked to nap under the vine trellis, the rose cake baked by my mother, and the beautiful sea of flowers that buried my father.

"Mom, this way it can bloom in the desert. The dead witch thought serenely.