Black robes, black capes, black peaked hats, black staffs, and the badge of the Sorcerers' Guild on his chest that has been worn out of all signs. Fallen mages don't have a certain dress code, they often change into fancy clothes to escape the Wizards' Guild, and there are really not many outfits like Jeffta's. Maybe it's because of his personality, maybe it's because of his strength, Jeffta has never hidden his identity since the day he mastered the magic of the Fallen Dark Fire, and until today, when the Wizards' Guild was rebelled against by the Brotherhood, he is still alive and well, not at all like the fate of other betrayers.

At this moment, a strange dark fire burned under Jefta's robe, and he used this method to maintain his body temperature, even if he was wearing a thin robe, he could resist the wind and snow of the Northern Continent. The man across from him was even more dashing, still wearing a white linen shirt, a green cloak, and a bowler hat, and his eyes under the gray and white curls were always looking into the distance, and he didn't seem to care about the wind and snow. Jeffta could only express his jealousy in this regard, because the Northern Continent is the hometown of the northern elves, and this mysterious Mr. W is home.

There were twelve people in this team. As the Pitchfork team left the St. Jonah and headed for Star Island, the Ghost team also left the submarine under the leadership of Jeffta, following Jonah and his party far away. With no new instructions from the listeners, the Fallen Darkfire Mage decided that the most important thing was to protect the astrologers under the Brotherhood's hunt, so he left some people behind to guard the unconscious Rose Rose and set out on a journey with the elite.

The protectors in the team are all strong people mobilized from the three continents, Jeffta is not stupid enough to think that he is the strongest one, at least he is afraid of Mr. W,—— looking at the continent, who doesn't know the prestige of the King of the Night of Cherry Crossing? But in terms of qualifications, Jeffta is undoubtedly the oldest, he is one of the first few senior members to serve the Silver Spirit, and the core cadre of the Ghost. The identity of the tenant of Cherry Ferry is only temporarily disguised, and the fallen Darkfire mage is waiting for a candidate to appear, but it is Jonah, the son of the old man, the young astrologer, and the son of Joshua. From the moment he saw the boy, Jefta knew that the future of the ghost would be turned upside down, and he could see the strong fatalistic color of Jonah without listening to the instructions of the people, and the ticket he handed to the astrologer on the other side of the holy river was the first impetus for the fate to turn before the ghost organization could lock down the candidates.

"Hello,...... Mr. W?" When he was summoned to the submarine, Jeffta didn't know the purpose of the trip or who would be his partner. When they saw the King of the Night, the tenants of Cherry Ferry were inevitably a little surprised.

"Hello, Jeffta. The northern elf said lightly, "Ignore me, I will help you, but I am not part of you." ”

“...... Understand. Jeffta nodded immediately.

Later, the Darkfire Mage gradually learned about Mr. W's intentions. After Cherry Ferry was destroyed by the Zawi Empire, Mr. W went on a dragoon alone to protect his daughter Sibi from boarding an airship across the Holy River. Since then, he has been searching for his daughter's traces, but the entire continent is in war and the grasshopper is heard intermittently, when the silver spirit himself appears in front of Mr. W and makes a promise: the ghost can help him find Sibby, but in exchange, he must sacrifice his power. It's not the power of the Night King of Cherry Crossing, it's the power of the Twelve Councillors.

The contract was formed. The Twelve Lords exist to balance the strength of the continent's powerhouses, and several powerhouses who can influence the future of the world with their personal power have been sealed, including the King of Assassins, Simion Longchang, and of course, the Northern Elf nobleman Mr. W himself. Even if he can only exert a small part of his strength, he can still compete with the father of the protector of Cherry Ferry and become the emperor of the night of the ferry, and now that the twelve councilors exist in name only, and the seal has collapsed, how terrifying can this father who misses his daughter get ? This matter is known only to Silver Spirit and Mr. W.

The day after the Pitchfork team left the submarine, Jeffta's team encountered their first battle against the Brotherhood's scout team, who tracked down Jonah and his party across the lava river in steam-powered ornithopters. Ornithopters are immature steam golems, the Brotherhood has brought in four hundred steam puppeteers to build one hundred and twenty ornithopters, each carrying two people, and in just a few days of flight, eighty-four planes have crashed due to broken airframes, icing, power drops, and accidental deaths of pilots, and it is the lucky of the lucky ones who fly above the heads of the ghost squad, but these scouts use teleportation magic to report the message and then swoop down to launch ,—— suicidal attacks.

Even if Jeffta didn't shoot the Dark Fire Magic, these ornithopters swaying in the wind and snow with black smoke would crash into the ice field, and the two planes would be blown to pieces, and Jeffta stepped on the corpse of the scout frozen into ice and burning with flames, and spat out: "Phew, if you find out, these guys will appear one after another!"

"Just kill them all. Mr. W said very calmly, "Kill all those who threaten my Sibi." ”

Despite the gentleness and elegance of the elf's tone, Jeffta couldn't help but shudder.

Sure enough, as the Darkfire Mage said, the Brotherhood's pursuers began to appear one after another, at first the soldiers carrying the ornithopter that were rickety and flying, then the Brotherhood cadres who arrived in snow-wagons, and finally the ranked Brotherhood bigwigs began to appear. The Ghost Team did their best to intercept the trackers early, but some enemies still made their way around the front and caused some problems for the Pitchfork Team.

After a big battle, the enemy left thirteen corpses, and the ghost squad also lost seven members, Zhu Xie Tieshan, a master of Oriental boxing and the contemporary boxing leader of the Zhu Xie clan of the late Han Dynasty, tore off his shirt to wipe the blood on his face, and complained: "Since you want to protect those young imps, why don't you just act with them?

Jeffta raised his eyebrows: "Master Iron Mountain, have you forgotten what the listener said? The ghost is not monolithic, maybe there are traitors within a few of us, in case of a sudden attack and hurts Jonah, who can afford this responsibility?"

Zhu Xie Tieshan was a lean and lean little man, and he raised his head and looked at Jeff Tower: "Okay, okay, when we are almost dead, we can naturally see who is a traitor and who is a good person, right?

"What do you mean?" Jeffta's face sank, and black flames erupted from his palms.

"Hmph, let's see. The boxing master said coldly.

On the morning of the Pitchfork Squad arriving at the ruins of Ringolpant, the Ghost Squad encountered one of the strongest pursuers, led by a blonde lady with a graceful shawl, a long green dress covered with a snow-white mink fur, and as soon as she struck, she killed a ghost powerhouse, no one could see how she attacked, only to see the victim's body slowly dissolve into the air, disappearing in a blink of an eye, leaving no trace at all.

"The strongest ......," Lady Serfina pointed at the six ghost protectors one by one with her jade fingers, "...... Is that you?" His fingertips stopped in front of Zhu Xie Tieshan.

"So what?" said the ninth-level boxing master proudly.

"Apparently not. Lady Serfina shrugged and waved her hand: "Chep, you kill the big talker with your fists, Mias, and hand it over to you." I'm going to deal with the guy in the top hat, and he looks like he's the strongest. Others, choose your own target, as long as you don't die too quickly, okay?"

Two shadows appeared in the wind and snow behind her. The four-hoofed abyssal warhorse sat a heavily armored black knight, while the young priest changed into a red robe, and the cross of the newborn god Thirty-six Winged Angel Metatron fluttered on his chest. Mias waved his scepter and laughed wildly, "Map, do you want to bet on the number of killings this time? I will never lose to you again after gaining new power from the Pope." ”

The Black Knight's visor emitted a red glow from hell and replied in a voice that smelled of sulfur steam, "I'm a person who doesn't like violence, blood is not a good thing at all, just kill the enemy quickly." If you want to bet, bet on who will kill the target the fastest, right?" Before the words fell, the abyssal war horse roared through the wind and snow like a black arrow, and the black knight's riding spear pierced the air!

"Damn!" Mias screamed and rushed forward. Dozens of Brotherhood warriors charged in unison, each choosing a target, but only Mr. W and Mrs. Selfina stood still. The lady rolled her eyes from under her sable fur hat to look at each other, pursed her lips and smiled, "What a beautiful man." I'm sorry, we don't seem to have any information about you in our profile, what should I call you, sir?"

W appeared and pushed the big-brimmed top hat with the hilt of his light sword, "I'm sorry, I'm married. ”

"I don't mind. Lady Serfina said.

"Probably, my daughter would mind, after all, she loves her mother very much. The Night King said in a daze, "You're going to die here today, so I'm not going to ask your name." If I have a daughter or son, I will say sorry to them. ”

"Boom!" At this time, a huge impact sound resounded throughout the field, like a meteorite hitting the ground, and the entire ice field shook. Two high-speed galloping figures collided head-on, and one person was knocked out, turning dozens of times like a broken thread paper and falling into the snow, with no life. "Bang!" Then a massive body fell to the ground, the corpse of the Abyssal Warhorse, its neck severed, its eyes, nostrils, and mouth spewing uncontrollable flames.

The thin man stood with his head held high in the wind and snow. Collide head-on with the charging black knight, and the winner is Zhu Xie Tieshan!