The originally clear sky was covered with clouds, and for a time the wind was fierce.

The accompanying soldiers had to hold on to the trunks of trees or rocks next to them to keep them from falling to the ground.

However, what frightened them even more was that the wind still carried a cold breath to the bone, and the faces of several soldiers with weak physiques were already faintly blue.

Roland sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly motioned for everyone to lie down on the ground, trying to avoid the wind. He opened his eyes with difficulty, but saw that the slender figure of Fei Lin was as if it was petrified, and it was exactly in the center of the hurricane! He immediately shouted loudly, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the sand and gravel in the wind instantly poured into his mouth, and Roland quickly lowered his head and retched in pain.

It wasn't just them who lost their mobility, but also the sword wolf that had fallen to the ground, the arrogance of the beast had long since disappeared without a trace, and its scarred body lay limply in the bushes, making a terrible whine from time to time.

Even though the outside world had been shaken up by the sudden hurricane, Film, who was at the center of the storm, did not feel the slightest feeling, he just stared blankly ahead, as if he had forgotten his situation.

After a while, Roland noticed that the hurricane had weakened a lot, and he supported his somewhat fat body hard, and the guards on the side saw it and quickly got up to support the duke, and finally stood up.

With an exclamation from everyone, the body of the sword wolf landed heavily in the trees in the distance, and immediately smashed several thick tree trunks around it in half!

"Click~!" The sword wolf's ribs broke and made a crisp sound, hitting everyone's hearts like a hammer. The rest of the birds and beasts in the forest were startled by the loud noise and fled in all directions.

The sword wolf struggled to stand up, and Fei Lin felt a surge of heat in the air, and in an instant, a huge red fireball flashed past him, and it was flying towards the sword wolf. As soon as the flames touched the beast's body, it suddenly exploded, instantly enveloping its entire body!

The sword wolf let out a deafening roar, its massive body writhing wildly, as if that would lessen the pain of the flames. Before the beast could extinguish the flames on its body, it had already become a piece of charcoal.

A puff of smoke drifted away in the wind, and the smell of barbecue wafted in the air, and Roland subconsciously covered his nose and couldn't help frowning. He did not let his guard down because of the death of the sword wolf, if this mysterious magician did not come well, then with his own strength, he would not be able to resist the other party's half a point! And the armor and weapons stacked on the carriage in the distance would definitely not be able to be transported to the border smoothly.

When the smoke and dust gradually cleared, I saw a short figure appear out of thin air next to the charred corpse, and it could be inferred from the other party's outfit that it should be a magician.

The magician placed his right hand on the corpse and whispered a magic incantation. With a glimmer of green on his fingertips, the black shell began to peel off one after another, until it turned into a cloud of ashes.

In the midst of the ashes, a lilac crystal was radiating a dazzling light.

"It's a magic crystal!" shouted a sharp-eyed soldier.

The magician bent down to pick up the crystal, but he was now facing away from the rest of the people, unable to make out the exact movements. But no one dared to ask, after all, the power of the magicians just now was so terrifying that they were still standing in place and trembling.

"Lord Duke, don't get close to that guy!" the guard saw that Roland was about to step forward, and hurriedly dissuaded him.

Roland ignored them and walked towards where Filin was. He looked at the back of the magician, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity surged in his heart, but for a while he couldn't guess who the other party was.

Fei Lin looked at the scene in front of him in amazement, and the golden fighting energy on his body had completely disappeared at this moment. When the smoke cleared, the crimson figure was finally visible—the magician was short, wearing an overly loose peaked hat on his head and a short red jacket.

The corners of Film's mouth rose slightly, and a smile appeared on his face. Because of such a unique outfit, he is very familiar with it.

As if sensing the gaze of the crowd, the magician raised her arm and flicked her palm back, flicking her blonde curls and her loose peaked hat falling to the ground.

When she turned around, everyone was taken aback. It turns out that this mysterious magician is actually the only daughter of the Prime Minister - Rosie Fisdal!

Rosie blinked mischievously, with a childish smile on her face. No one would believe that this little girl in front of her had just unleashed such a terrifying fireball technique!

Compared to the exaggerated reactions of the others, Filin just smiled indifferently, he stretched out his right hand and pressed the girl's head, and stroked the blonde curls with his slender fingers.

He lowered his head and whispered softly to the girl, "Miss Rosie...... Why are you here?" the scene was exactly the same as in the study of the Magic Spire. But at this time, the two are no longer as strange as they were at the beginning, and their mood has naturally changed a lot.

I saw that Rosie's petite face instantly drifted a touch of crimson, and then she bit her lip tightly and seemed unwilling to speak, but just as Fei Lin was about to take his palm away, he didn't expect the other party's "wow-" sound, and he actually raised his head and cried!

Seeing Rosie's face full of tears, Filin panicked, he didn't know how to make her happy. Still, he took out his handkerchief and tried to wipe the snot off the girl's face.

"Shhh Then he coughed violently twice to express his strong dissatisfaction. She pursed her lips and said indignantly, "Filin, you have been away from Grande for so long, and you don't know how to send a letter back, we don't even know if you are dead or alive!" The girl's little face turned red, and she asked Filin very rudely.

"But...... Miss Rosie, I have been with Duke Roland all the way, and I really can't find a chance to settle down in the town, so naturally I can't write to you. Seeing that the girl's tears were about to well-up in her eyes again, Filin hurriedly explained.

Roland couldn't laugh or cry when he saw such a scene. The precocious genius of the past cried out like a child who couldn't get candy to eat.

But he thought about it, he was only used to Rosie's appearance of wisdom, and in fact she was just a little girl under the age of thirteen.

Roland couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly when he thought of this, but there was a little appreciation in his eyes when he looked at Fei Lin at the moment.