This is the seventh day of the journey.

With their agility, the Knights of the Wind Order's apprentice knights swept up the trees, feeling the slightly cooler air from above.

And Lovian's task is to monitor these apprentice knights who are not as self-controlled as those regular knights who wear heavy armor day and night to not lose control and leave their posts, and this job leads him to stand next to the convoy at all times, and monitor the probationary knights who are a little too sensitive through the mental force field that radiates from them.

The carriage at the front of the convoy was a place where his mental power could not penetrate from beginning to end, as if it was a black hole of magical elements. Even the magical elements around that carriage fluctuated unusually slowly.

The two vague fluctuations of power in that carriage, but never stepping down from the carriage, couldn't help but make Luo Weian puzzled. Although this strength is not weak, it has not exceeded its peak. Even at their peak, they were inevitably required to eat and sleep every day, and these two powerhouses were able to get rid of these, which inevitably made Luo Weian doubt their human identity.

What made him even more suspicious was the goods they were responsible for.

These goods were undoubtedly subjected to the magic of blocking psychic detection, and the extremely tightly wrapped treatment made them undoubtedly of great use. During the night, Luo Weian occasionally carefully perceived the place in the center of the package, except for feeling a slight chill, it was a slight "click" sound that I didn't know if I had perceived correctly, slightly like a mechanical clock.

Obviously. The midshipmen and full-fledged knights were unclear as to what they were responsible for escorting cargo, and even young midshipmen often asked him about it. Lovian feigned an inscrutable look, playing with the burning curiosity of the cadet knights. In the end. Even the old-fashioned, formal knights came to inquire quietly. To the knights who were old enough to be their fathers, Lovian had to tell them honestly that he didn't know.

A third of the way west, they gradually stepped into the periphery of the central mountain system. The rough mountain trails were frustrating, and it often took hours of hard work before they had to travel a kilometre in a straight line to the west.

The tiring day is finally over. Several midshipmen excitedly brandished their swords and carved out a clearing in the dense jungle. The older formal knights took off their steel gloves and boots and sat on the wet ground with their eyes closed.

The Knights of Fire is a group of mages who specialize in fire magic. Therefore it was the smallest order of knights. In this convoy, there was only one knight of the Knights of Fire. It was a petite girl, wrapped in thick mage robes.

The silent incantation set the hardwood on fire. The surrounding open space is lit by a woody flame. The carriage formed a circle around the fire, reflecting the heat back. Cold air is the most sore joint, and a dry flame is a must.

Known for its weight-bearing capacity, the Chunema silently chewed on the hay as it gradually deepened into the night. This became almost the only sound.

The snow foam table is not high-profile. Perhaps it was the daily mechanized march that wore down her curiosity, and she just stepped out of the carriage early in the morning and dusk, looked out at the mountains in the distance, and asked strange questions. According to her, she dedicates most of her day to meditation.

This kind of spiritual power cultivation method unique to the elf clan didn't understand it five hundred years ago, and sat upright on the hardwood board for a few hours, emptying his mind, for this girl who had no talent in magic and martial arts. Even if you meditate intensively, the mental power that you gather and grow will fade after a short period of strengthening.

The reason why a magician is called a magician. The main factor is the enhancement of mental power that does not diminish after meditation. In addition, those who do not have the gift of magic, even if they are proficient in the art of meditation, will not gain mental power after meditation. Without the support of strong enough spiritual power, it is impossible to continue to open up a broader spiritual space, and naturally there is no way to mobilize powerful magical elements.

However, this demon girl raised by the elves is very interested in those magical aspects that do not require mental space, and she will kindly draw the light-weight magic array under the car board every day. The fire mage who accompanied the team had a very good impression of this little demon, but Luo Wei'an instinctively felt that this favor was just a good impression of an owner's pet himself, and he didn't regard the demon as an equal creature to himself at all. For this reason, Lovien told her not to get too close to the humans. Snow Foam also seemed to sense the difference in their attitude towards their own kind and towards themselves, so she spent most of the day in the carriage.

However, Dingkan is different, the dwarves are not the enemies of humanity five hundred years ago, but the strong allies of humanity. Given the sense of historical identity, most people are able to treat this spitting dwarf with all their mouths.

It really surprised Lovian, how this dwarf could follow his "flax king" to almost all of Osiria. One night, a bizarre and wonderful story, not the same for seven consecutive days, Luo Weian truly admired Dingkan's experience. If he is false...... Luo Wei'an didn't dare to think about it anymore.

“...... Then the wurm swallowed me and the flax king into his stomach. Fortunately, the King of Flax had a water-repellent bead that he had exchanged for fifty purple magic crystals, so that we would not be digested by the dragon's saliva. In the dragon's belly, we found more than ten catties of ambergris crystals, and we were so happy that we went crazy, jumping and jumping in the dragon's belly. The stupid dragon couldn't take it anymore, and after a bit of retching, it vomited us...... It's a pity that a chance to make a fortune......"

The trainee knights' eyes lit up when they heard this, and even the red-robed fire mage looked expectant with a baby-faced face. Although Luo Weian knew that many of them must have been exaggerated, he had to admire this ability to perfectly add fuel and vinegar by saying one thing casually. With his ability to tell a story. to be able to feed yourself.

"The Adventures of the Ninety-Ninety-Eighty-One Days of Whimsy of the King of Flax and His Attendant Dingkan," muttered Lowian, "to see if there is any time to publish it." It's sure to make a small profit. ”

"Oh, big brother, don't say that," Ding Kan heard Luo Wei'an say to himself somehow, "When King Hu Ma was alive, I would definitely not disagree with your opinion, big brother. But now that King Huma has been killed by a gang of bandits, it's really sad to talk about these things! Big brother, if you want to publish this, I have to guard the tomb of King Huma for three years. It's good to calm the king's grievances. ”

The dwarves were notoriously superstitious, and Lovian didn't want to argue with Dingkan on matters related to faith, otherwise it was unclear when he would die of a dry rebuttal.

Loveian closed his eyes. He began to practice meditation and dark essence that he would do every night.

"Lord Overseer has cultivated so hard, why has he never shown his hand?"

"Boy, you're too young now, and you don't understand it when I explain it to you—now go and cultivate!"

"I've completed my daily cultivation plan! This is the cultivation plan that Knight Captain Irina personally formulated for us!"

"You have that mentality. I'm not optimistic about the future. ”

"You!—"

"If it's too rigid, it's easy to break. The intensity of cultivation can be linked to talent. Without a good enough foundation, high-intensity cultivation will have the opposite effect. The mage of the Fire Knights said indifferently.

Wherever they are, magicians are shrouded in a veil of mystery and authority. After the baby-faced girl said this, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Francis, who was far away from everyone, raised his head slightly, and glanced at the arguing trainee knight of the Wind Knights, with a grim face. The dark spirit began to flow through the surface of his skin again.

The first-level spiritual space and essence cyclone were already saturated, and it only took three months for Francis to go from condensing the first-level essence cyclone to reaching the second-level bottleneck......

Midnight is the most lively moment for the dark element. Every inch of the radius of nearly a kilometer oscillated. will be captured by the spiritual space of Lovian. The second cyclone slowly circled his two spinning crystal nuclei, each time it cycled. will inject a trace of dark essence into it, making the crystal nucleus slightly brighter.

The third nucleus had already shimmered with a faint light, and if it had not been condensed in the past, the seeds of the third nucleus had already begun to take shape. And Luo Wei'an, who already has a complete crystal nucleus system, has once again entered the third level, and it will undoubtedly be much easier to break through the barrier that was once extremely difficult.

However, he didn't want to hit the third level in such an environment full of uncertainties. As the titular Overseer, he felt the vast dark elements around him.

"Wake up, everybody. Luo Wei'an woke up as soon as he could, the disappearance of a dark element out of thin air could not mean a normal situation, and the voice with a spiritual impact suddenly woke the rest of the people from their slumber or cultivation state.

"What's the matter?" asked a tall, formal knight in a dull voice.

"The dark element has undergone an abnormal change, everyone pay attention to the northwest direction. Lovian turned and looked out into the dark forest.

The apprentice knights held on to the hilts of their swords and looked around vigilantly, but ten minutes had passed, and the forest was still as dark as it was.

Lovian unconsciously looked over to the most mysterious carriage that had never been opened, and there seemed to be a very low sound coming from there.

"What are you doing!" said one of the midshipmen grumbling, "Lord Overseer, you feel wrong. ”

"I don't think you need to prove your short-sightedness with your life. Francis said in a silent voice like a gust of wind.

The young Knights of the Wind Knights Trainee frowned dissatisfiedly, "Hey, who the hell are you, don't hide it. ”

Francis didn't speak, looking in that direction as well.

Gradually, a red mist that was barely perceptible in the night drifted silently. Just as the fire mage was about to test it with a small fireball, she suddenly exclaimed, "--The magic elements can't be gathered!"

"Space Domain?" "Lovian resented that he hadn't noticed this dangerous trait earlier, "everyone disperse in groups and find the person who maintains the domain." ”

Just as they were about to do so, a man in a crimson robe walked barefoot through the damp dirt and walked towards them.

Luo Wei'an's eyes condensed slightly, his aura was not strong. Only around the middle of the second grade. But it can't be that simple......

"Shoot directly—" Lovian's tall light knight beside him whispered.

Apparently he agreed with Lovian's suggestion, and the blinding golden light lit up in an instant, and the mysterious crimson-robed man had not yet stood still. The tall knight with a heavy sword accompanied by a burst of golden light had already charged in front of the crimson-robed man. The air became unusually stagnant, and every step of walking through the space seemed to be moving through water, which seemed quite laborious.

Lowe thought that if his wings hadn't broken, he would have been able to move faster than others with the help of the flowing thrust of his wings. So as to solve this situation where there was no nonsense from the beginning.

As for his ability to control the battle, he still thinks he has a point, a large part of the dark essence is some ability that is close to the space realm. Although this is not comparable to the real space realm. But at least it is possible to compress the gap between these knights, who are not perfect in coordination, and whose strengths and weaknesses are difficult to complement, and those winged weirdos.

This was not the Knights of the Holy Emperor as he remembered.

In his memory, the moment when the former Emperor Arya led 140,000 moon god knights to travel thousands of kilometers and appeared in the military camp at the foot of the Temple of Time like a ghost, it can be said that he has lived until now. I felt the most shocked and frightened moment. Although the total number of the Dark Legion far exceeds that of the Holy Emperor Knights. But when facing those knights who were incredibly powerful, with seamless five-colored armor, he still had a deep sense of powerlessness.

There is also Arya, who can ignite the sky with magical energy, and the light system extreme restricted forbidden spell magic she casts on the distant temple of time, which is known as a divine skill belonging to the gods, the pinnacle of the magic pyramid, and the creation of light. This blow directly shattered half of the mountain range, and his father's ancestor Blood Moon Venerable and a third of the Blood Moon Legion were directly evaporated along with the mountain range under the light that could not be seen directly by the naked eye. In that moment, the fear he felt went far beyond the grief. But just after that, he had to ascend to the throne of the Blood Moon Venerable. He wore a ring of dignity that symbolized the Legion Commander.

He didn't expect others to understand how he felt at that time, or that he had deliberately forgotten how he felt when he ascended to the Blood Moon Venerable, and the people used "Your Highness" before his people called him by name.

In the end, the Holy Land was defeated, and the Knights of the Moon God were wiped out, leaving the Dark Legion with a loss of eighty percent of its elite - it didn't matter anymore. The only event that really fills one's own life with a sense of existence is the subsequent revenge of blood and fire.

The flames of vengeance had spread five hundred years later, but at this moment, he had already dissipated the blazing flames of the past, and replaced them with extremely high temperatures frozen in the calm flames. Once this shackle is broken, the heat will swallow up a qiē in an instant.

This flashed through his mind in an instant, and in this momentary distraction, a winged strange man had rushed in front of Lovian.

Luo Wei'an stepped forward with his left foot, drew the Doomsday Scepter with his right hand, twisted his body, and exerted force on his waist and legs at the same time. Without the release of the dark essence, the scepter of doom weighing more than twenty pounds smashed on the winged monster who crossed his wings to protect his chest.

He didn't move, and a loud sound like the roar of a giant bell suddenly drowned out the other sounds. With a few noose-like tearing sounds, a puff of cold gray feathers exploded, and the wings of the two-winged monster were smashed by Luo Wei'an's flesh.

The fire of vengeance that had begun to gnaw at his soul cooled down, and he exhaled. The tiger's mouth of his hands had been cracked, and the purple-red blood had penetrated his white gloves.

He silently steamed the blood on his hands with the dark spirit, and the heat condensed his blood at the same time. At least not like he's exposing his demon identity at the moment.

The battered winged monster let out a loud cry and struggled to his feet, and a tall knight shimmered with a majestic fighting spirit, and his two-handed heavy sword was raised above the top, slashing at the winged monster who was about to struggle to rise.

The red fog around them suddenly faded.

The thick red mist condensed in front of the knight in an instant, turning into an impenetrable cloud of red pulp. The heavy sword that stabbed downward diagonally seemed to cut into butter, and the rapid force was instantly dissolved, and the blade stopped.

At the same time, the red mist thinned for a moment, and the red domain suddenly slowed down.

The dark essence like the claws of a ferocious beast enveloped Lovian, his eyes fixed on the black tea that was clinging to the dark essence.

Just as the Knight of Light drew his heavy sword and the thick red mist was about to dissipate, Lovian appeared in front of Black Tea at a speed that was almost teleporting.

The dark essence turned into a four-meter-long spear, calmly thinking about the black tea that couldn't be pulled away.

The gaze under the black tea hood showed a hint of horror. He threw away his control of the Red Domain, drew a dagger like lightning, and lit the tip of the spear formed by the condensation of the dark spirit.

The dagger shattered. Blue shards splattered everywhere, stabbing Black Tea's cheek. The tip of the spear turned into a dark spirit shattered, but the rest of the momentum continued unabated. Black Tea barely twisted around to avoid the vital point, and the dark spirit pierced Black Tea's left shoulder without any suspense.

Black Tea let out a hoarse roar, and the winged freaks who were fighting with the formal knights suddenly turned and threw themselves at Lovian.

After all, he was not the legion leader who had five crystal nuclei back then, and his dark essence had already consumed nearly half of it at this time. In the face of a menacing enemy, he can only come up with one way at the moment.

The black tea behind him covered the wound on his left shoulder. The dark spirit's ability to erode his flesh made him miserable. With his intact right arm commanding the surrounding Red Domain, the Knight of Light in front of him, who was about to take his own life, was blocked by the members of the Thousand Wings who arrived in time.

The right hand reaches out to the sky and clenches tightly. His remaining dark essence was consumed in an instant. A huge clearing was shrouded in black, and with Lovian as the center, a huge demonic arm burrowed out of the ground and grabbed at the surroundings.

This is the most practical form of Dark Restraint in the Dark Spirit. In the heyday of Lovian. He can even extend the range of dark bindings to five hundred meters.

And now it's only five meters.

A strong dark elemental blast upset the balance of those winged monsters. Immediately, countless black essences like sticky paste wrapped around them, and they couldn't move for a moment.

"It's you......" Hakucha said in shock, enduring the severe pain, he made an unreasonable move.

With a wave of his right arm again, the remnants of the unrestrained Thousand Wing Assassins dodged and pounced on the extremely tightly wrapped cargo bag.

"No!—" The mages of the Fire Knights screamed, their sharp wings slicing through the nearest cargo bag. As a magician, she subconsciously sent out a flame barrier in an instant, but completely forgot about the forbidden demon red domain of black tea.

Black tea snaps its fingers. The forbidden attribute of the Red Domain vanished.

It's just a moment of control, if it's a second late. The flame barrier had already been emitted, and a second earlier, the flame barrier would not have been able to gather such a density of fire elements at all.

And he accurately grasped the psychology of the magician.

The fire element had already gathered, but it had not been released because of the forbidden demon realm, and just before it was about to disperse, the magic attribute suddenly became active.

It's like princing a needle in the process of blowing up a balloon, if it's slow, the air pressure will be smaller, and if it's fast, it's too late to prick the needle.

The fire elemental that had lost the control of the mage exploded. The elemental explosion produced by this most lively element in nature is extremely destructive.

Lovian heard a thud and was swept away by the flames.

A crack cracked in the carriage, which had been closed.

With such a strong magic backlash, the fire mage of the Fire Knights fell to the ground without saying a word, bleeding from the seven orifices, and the magic crystal at the top of the staff in his hand turned into fragments.

Lovien struggled to his feet, and behind him was a blue-crystal magical enchantment.

What surprised him even more was that it was Xue Mo who maintained this magical enchantment!

Snow Mo blinked her big innocent eyes, and Francis hunched over with a weapon in her hand.

"I'll explain it to you later, Dad. Xue Mo said crisply, "Brother puppeteer, knock out that guy." ”

Francis snorted, and a cloud of dark spirit stabbed at the winged monster who had not yet woken up from the dark bindings and elemental explosions. The winged monster impaled in the chest made a bird-like sound, and twitched a few times and stopped moving.

Luo Weian shook his head, stood up and looked at the mess around him, and the black tea with a resentful face. Seeing the Black Wings Elite who the adults demanded that none of them be damaged be solved one by one, the hatred brought about by his perverted sense of responsibility was burning.

"Francis!you!—"

"What am I?" said Francis, coldly, impaling a winged freak, "I'm doing well now, and I'm bothered by Lord Black Tea." ”

The sky was turning from moonless darkness to a pure white in the east.

An unusually majestic wave of energy emanated from the carriage hidden in the deepest part.

A fuchsia vindictive defense blocked out the aftermath of the spread, shielding the apprentice knights and the baby-faced fire mage from the elemental blast.

The wounded Chunema wailed, and a soft green circle of light floated out, falling accurately on every injured person or animal in the vicinity - even black tea.

The wound on Black Tea's shoulder healed at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and Luo Wei'an also felt that the dark essence around his body had increased significantly.

"Are you an elven?" Luo Weian immediately understood that this healing technique, regardless of physical attributes, could only come from elven magic, but this majestic fighting spirit was not like the style of the elven race.

Two mighty forces stepped out of the carriage - in fact, the wooden carriage shattered into pieces of sawdust.

This elf conforms to the characteristics of a qiē elf clan, with a slender body, long flowing golden curls, and a delicate and unparalleled handsome face...... He was dressed in a simple red robe, and held a greatsword almost as wide as he was.

The thin elf held such a giant sword that was difficult for even the average human general to use, and the powerful visual contrast made everyone stunned for a moment.

Luo Weian immediately realized that another majestic aura came from this greatsword.

Lovian also immediately noticed that there was a small thud from the backpack in his compartment containing the true Doomsday Scepter.

The greatsword in the elf's hand let out a low, whining sound.

"It seems that it has met its former enemy. From the voice, Lovian finally judged that it was a male elf, and his lowered eyes were indifferent, "We met five hundred years ago, but I was only a small character at that time. Your Excellency, you are not destined to recognize me. ”

A winged monster stood up at an inopportune time, screaming and lunging at the elf, whose slender wrist raised the greatsword with one hand, and it was unknown whether it was the sword that his hand had brought up, or the spiritual greatsword that had pulled his hand.

Fluttering down the ground.

There was only a hint of purple-red light, and the winged freak was neatly cut in half from top to bottom, and a strange smell wafted out. Lovion saw that there was no blood on them, only a few organs the same color as their skin.

Xuemo suddenly covered her mouth, and the high-pitched child's voice shouted, "You are Harmaniah!

The recognized elf smiled faintly: "That's how Harlem taught his disciples?" (To be continued......)