The continent of Duolun, the kingdom of Elam, is a southern region thousands of kilometers away from Collin County. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The province of Fremz is almost inhabited by almost no inhabitants of the kingdom, because it is located in a desert and lacks heat and water all year round. The culprit for all of this is a flaming mountain in the center of the province. Looking up from the bottom of the Flaming Mountain, you can see a giant fiery red tree towering into the sky at the top of the mountain.

At this time, on the branches of the giant tree, there is a pocket palace. In the palace, two thumb-sized figures were sitting opposite each other waving battle flags. Although they are not large, they have a powerful aura all around them. If you can zoom in on them, you can see that they are two old men. One of them had gray hair and beard, and wore a pointed wizard's hat. The other has red hair and a red beard, but his face is extremely smooth, and he does not look old at all.

The white-haired old man opened his mouth first, "I really envy you, you can have a long life." Unlike me, once Shou Yuan arrives, no amount of power and wealth is meaningless. I don't know if I'll live to trade with you for the next decade. ”

"Hehe, this mountain looks at that mountain high. I still envy you for being able to have a free life, you can go wherever you want, instead of being trapped in this tree forever like me, day after day, even if you live longer, what's the point!" said the red-haired old man disapprovingly to the white-haired old man.

"Let's not talk about that for now, let's continue with the topic just now. I don't know what you've thought about my proposal?" The white-haired old man stopped arguing meaninglessly, and changed the topic with a smile, after all, he had a request now.

The red-haired old man was just about to reject the white-haired old man as originally intended, and a peerless powerhouse's aura rose from the north.

The two looked at the north at the same time and were speechless for a long time.

"There is such a strong person, I don't know if he will become an obstacle to my plan or cause other variables. Originally, I wanted to drag it out until the old man's longevity was exhausted before executing the plan, but now it seems that the plan is going to be stepped up. The red-haired old man pondered silently.

"Okay! I agreed. I'll give you twenty more places in Graeme Academy next year," the red-haired old man said angrily at the white-haired old man. At the same time, he took out twenty medals and lined them up on the table. It was Andy who also had a copy of the "Castron Flame Medal". It's just that now the medal he took out has shrunk several times.

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There is a small town north of the Silverwing Fortress where the Kingdom of Elam is facing off against the Duchy of Sain. The town is close to the front line and has a population of only about 1,000 households.

Because of the policies of the Duchy of Sain, the gap between the Jillian and the Victorians here was far less serious than that of the Elamite Kingdom. So here they are mixed and lived.

Until half a year ago, a group of Jilian mercenaries was known for their exploits on the battlefield. Their leader was also knighted. And this town, which was on the edge of the battlefield and no one cared about, naturally became the fief of Lord Sir Jillian.

Francis's heart rises and falls as he looks at the night view of the town. No one here knows where he came from. No one could have imagined that he was the boy who escaped like a dog from the Duolun Continent hundreds of years ago.

Hundreds of years ago, the vigorous Jillian independence movement failed with the full intervention of wizards. As the leader of the movement, his father was killed by witchcraft in his palace on the third day of his reign.

From there, Francis, as Prince Gilian, began his life in exile.

Later, he heard that the Grand Duke of Seon had taken advantage of the Elamite kingdom's independence movement in China to establish its independence. He tried to ask for asylum in the Grand Duke of Sain, but was ruthlessly refused.

He had no choice but to take his henchmen and take a small boat bought from a fisherman, leave the Duolun continent and sail to the vast unknown sea.

Since then, he has started a magnificent life......

Now, he's back here. Despite his not-so-good qualifications, he's just a bronze wizard. But his vision is no longer what it used to be. After returning from the brutal dimensional battlefield, he watched the war on the Duolun Continent as ridiculous as a child.

Once upon a time, the Victorians had always referred to the Gilian as Aborigines. In Francis's view, they were nothing more than natives. In other words, the entire blue plane is just indigenous.

There was a knock on the door, and with permission, a girl in military uniform walked in. This is his new recruit Christian. Seeing him, Francis let out a smile: "How's it going?"

"Report to the Commander, the entire town is now on track for mineral and resource gathering. Now our base has produced a total of 527 high-ranking knight squires. They go to the battlefield in the form of mercenaries to experience and upgrade. Already 73 have been promoted to knighthood. Six of them were promoted to Grand Knight and one to Silver Knight. Due to the shortage of magic stones, we have only produced 80 beginner wizard apprentices, most of whom have been upgraded to medium, and only 4 have been promoted to high, and one of them has become a bronze wizard. ”

Francis listened to the debriefing, and he was not very satisfied. It's too slow! You must know that his enemies are gold-level. It's a pity that he consumed a lot of magic stones and resources when he built the base. Otherwise, he would have been able to develop even faster. He was ready to wait for an opportunity to annex the territories of several surrounding minor nobles, and then use the looted resources to upgrade the base to another level. This would allow him to mass-produce knights and mid-class wizard apprentices. It is believed that he will soon have the strength to rival the Kingdom of Elam or the Duchy of Sain.

So how are your upgrades? Francis asked Christian wistfully.

"I'm already a Silver Wizard, I'll be able to become a Golden Wizard in half a year at most," Christian replied. Francis was overjoyed by this answer.

is worthy of a hero, the resources consumed when she was recruited in the first place made Francis hurt for a long time, and now it seems that it is really worth the money.

If she reaches the gold level, Francis will be fearless. At that time, both the Kingdom of Elam and the Duchy of Cyne will feel the flame of his revenge. And he will be crowned king in the continent of Duolun in the midst of fire and blood......

Then he will integrate the resources and wealth of the entire continent.

Rioters!

Rioters!

Rioters!

Francis was contemplating the future when an aura of peerless powerhouse rose from the Elamite kingdom......

"I'm," Francis startled. I didn't expect the Elamite Kingdom to have such hole cards. Fortunately, he didn't think he was full-fledged, so he recklessly killed and went to look for abuse.

Francis immediately decided that he would better have more than two years. Wait for him to hold back a few more gold-level units, plus a large number of silver-level units. Then push the Duolun continent all the way......

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In the astral turbulence where mileage cannot be calculated from the blue plane......

A mountain-like figure was swimming weakly in the turbulence of the astral plane. It has a torso and head that resemble a human-magnified hundred, but it lacks the limbs that humans should have. It grows hundreds of tentacles on its torso. With a wave of his tentacle, he floated a long distance in the astral turbulence.

Astral turbulence often encounters space-time rifts and space storms, and it is extremely dangerous here, and golden wizards dare not set foot in it easily. But this monster is as easy as an octopus swimming in water.

His name is Chloeff, an existence that has been banished to the astral turbulence for an unknown amount of time, and now he has completely lost his way. Wandering aimlessly, wandering, he thought he would continue to wander like this.

At this time, a peerless powerhouse's aura rose from the azure plane to the sky......

"Hmm?" Chloyff paused, and he suddenly became serious, and the overwhelming spiritual power began to vibrate in the astral turbulence.

"Aha, it's locked! Chloyff's excited tentacles shook violently, causing a violent shock in the astral turbulence.

"This breath is so timely, how can Chloyff repay you? Well, just chew a few more times while you eat it. Hah, such a pleasant decision. ”

Chloyff began to float in the direction he sensed, and the astral turbulence in his path was smoothed by his tentacles.

In the astral turbulence, Chloyff was a desperate distance from the plane he sensed. So it is not known how long it will take Chloyf to get to the place where the breath came from. But so what, Chloyff had plenty of time and patience. It's better than his endless wandering in the astral turbulence,

"Colorful planes of life, I'm Chloyff—"