The image shows a depressed old man, his gray hair tangled, as if he had been tormented by some academic problem for countless nights.

The background behind him is also faintly visible in the image projected by the magic, which is a transparent wall composed of various crystals interlaced, the interior of the crystal wall is full of materialized magic energy beams, these magic energy beams are running slowly like a stream, and the magic lines all over the inside and outside of the crystal wall are connected into a grand three-dimensional structure, which is so complex that even the ** master is unimaginable, from the projected background image, only a corner of this geometric structure can be seen

Through these crystal walls, one can see the chaotic storm raging wildly in the distance outside the wall, and those erratic rifts in shattered space-time are torn and twisted infinitely in one moment, and then immediately close and fall silent, and the next moment repeats the space-time disaster, repeating it as if it is endless, revealing the harsh environment of the warped void.

The old man perked up a moment, and after making a mage salute, he said fearfully, "Welcome to the United States of Commerce, Her Royal Highness Duke Elana. I'm sorry, but I'm still in the Pillar of the Void, so I may not be able to receive it in person."

He didn't mention the United States' Council of Magic, as he didn't know the Duchess's intentions, and if she was coming for the Council of Magic, he would make it a political incident in the name of the United States of Commerce.

"The Quicksand Empire has a diplomatic mission dedicated to the United States of Commerce, and I don't need to visit. Conn, I'm here for the Magic Council. Archduke Elana sneered, mercilessly exposing the old mage's intentions, and then added: "Don't you want to button my hat, old thing, I just want to check the results of the investigation of the last teleportation case, especially about where the coordinates have been changed!"

Conn frowned a little suspiciously, such a matter deserved the Duchess to come in person? Anyway, the responsibility has already been put on the head of the Ziero Chamber of Commerce, and the Magic Council has no pressure.

But he glanced at the shattered pit behind the female archduke, and after shaking his Adam's apple on his wrinkled skin a few times, he said helplessly: "Okay, please feel free to check it, but only for the information of this case! We have not archived the other transmission records, and basically will destroy those records within a week, and the transmission without leaving any records is a promise made by the Bangala Freeport." ”

"I know, I'm not interested in those. Elana walked past Conn's projection and walked straight to the council's door.

After the old mage's projection hesitated for a moment, he still shouted from behind: "Regarding the Burning Rock Square, I will ask the quicksand empire for compensation!"

"Whatever you want, as long as you can persuade our Majesty to pay for it, the Salams family will not compensate even a single copper anyway. Duke Elana replied noncommittally.

Conne's wrinkles drooped when he heard this, and he was about to say something when a blood-colored band of light twisted his projection into a flying dust of illusions.

The thunderstorm at Cromy's outpost continues, but it's much smaller, and it seems that the mating of the Ptarmigan flock is nearing its end. Two lights suddenly swept out of the subway entrance of the black hole, and then with the sound of mechanical friction, a steam spider tank stepped out smoothly, and the lights on both sides of the turret illuminated the pouring rain column in front of it.

The group followed the tank out of the subway entrance, and Heras looked at the dim sky to estimate the time, and found that it was already evening.

"Marin, you take care of this dwarf, and let us know if he wakes up. Heras instructed into the tank's external microphone, "Be mindful! It's about whether we can find the evacuation site for Northeredan, don't you want to go home?"

"I know, sir," Marin's somewhat listless voice rang out through the external microphone, and it seemed that the tragic death of the goddess in his dream still haunted him.

"So be it, have a good rest tonight, it's really too tiring these days. With that, Heras took the lead and left the subway entrance.

At the same time, at the junction of the kingdom of Inheji and the Lands of Discord, a group of elite troops in full armor was marching, and in the high planes of Anpharyn, the regular armies of each nation were made up of those of extraordinary strength, most of whom were bloodline. The reserves, on the other hand, are made up of trainee knights who have not activated their bloodlines, and these trainee knights hope to activate their bloodlines through battlefield experience.

As for mortals, they are not qualified to go to the battlefield at all, and ordinary people can only play the role of slaves and military records in the army, which is one of the things that can be abandoned at any time when retreating.

Therefore, the social status of regular soldiers is very high, which means that they are at least formally professional.

The troops all rode the mountain giant bear, the ochre-colored bear eyes revealed the ferocious beast surname, the bear skin was like a wrinkled granite, and the soldiers riding the giant bear all had the blood of the mountain giant bear, generally speaking, when the country was training the army, the riders of the Warcraft would have the extraordinary bloodline of the mount, so as to communicate and control those fierce Warcraft.

In the cavalry of the mountain bears, there were also some horses, which did not panic in the herd, and the bears also turned a blind eye to these tender and delicious horses

The carriage pulled by the horses moved smoothly in the rough field, without even a hint of vibration, and it was self-evident who was sitting in the carriage, it must be those spellcasters or gods

The leader of the Giant Bear Cavalry was a handsome and even slightly thin young man, he rode a male bear with black and gray rock skin, although this young man was not of the blood of the Mountain Giant Bear at first glance, but the largest giant bear in the cavalry team honestly obeyed his command.

His ears were pointed, but they were the size of human ears, and the half-elf features were very distinct, but his hair and eyebrows were like silver threads, his bright red pupils reflected the bloodthirsty glow of the gloomy, and his skin had a sickly paleness. Generally speaking, only those creatures with vampire blood have this physical trait, and this person is a half-elf, then his identity is self-evident.

Prince Srolk of the Kingdom of Inhegi, his birth was an accident, the accidental product of the current king of Inheji when he ravaged an elven slave girl, but although only one of his parents had vampire blood, he activated several of the vampire's best abilities!

Due to his unbearable background, Srolke's childhood has been spent in discrimination, and he was even teased by the royal family several times and almost died, and even the guards looked down on him. This made Srolke realize early on that if there was no strength, then a miserable life would await him.

Therefore, he took the initiative to join the security and intelligence agencies of the kingdom, specializing in assassination and espionage, honing his will in desperate situations near death again and again, and even liked the thrill of hanging his life in his hair. Finally, one day, in his bloodthirsty desire, he couldn't help but kill the royal family members who had teased him, and his cruel and cold father actually declared this an accident and took the initiative to cover it up for him.

Queen Inhegi's name was Rashar Inheji, and her original surname was abandoned when she first became queen and she changed her country name to her surname.

At the thought of this queen, who was as beautiful and elegant as a maiden and had no heart for the king, Srolke's ruthless heart couldn't help but speed up. He never imagined that there would be such a gentle and considerate woman, who would always silently share all the troubles for the king, and bear all the irritability of the king, but she would never complain for a hundred years

The queen never interfered with her husband's **, nor was she jealous, and when Srolke's mother was dying after childbirth, she even came to visit the poor elven slave girl, because the slave girl had given birth to an heir for her husband, and everything she did was from the king's point of view.

Srolke even knew from some hidden sources that Queen Lacher had never refused all kinds of excessive demands of the king, no matter how embarrassing those requests were, as long as they could make her husband happy, she would do as they were asked, and it could be seen that she truly loved the king, but only for the king!

"I'm going to take the throne!" Rachard just wanted to know what it was like to hold you in his arms" Srolke took a deep breath and swore inwardly that his long bloody career had made him more interested in power and killing, and he wasn't really keen on ruling power, but he was willing to pay any price to get Queen Rachar's full body and mind!

The air flow in the sky was suddenly stirred a little, and a figure flew over at a speed far beyond that of a mid-level mage, judging from the change and speed of the air flow, this was a seventh-level wind elemental faction spell: 'Sky Resisting Technique'

The figure set off a strong wind and landed in front of Prince Srollk, and after respectfully making a mage salute, he continued: "The situation is not good, Your Royal Highness, most of the Thunderbirds have built their nests in the crater, we will pass like this, and we will definitely be wiped out"

"Watts, are there any scattered Thunderbirds?" asked Srolke calmly, he had known that the task was difficult, but it strengthened his determination to complete the task, otherwise how could he show his ability.

"Yes, but those scattered Thunderbirds are still looking for a place to stay, these Thunderbirds from nowhere are more than we imagined, even if they are scattered, the number is not something we can handle. Watts worried.

"Yes, but we're not the only ones coming," Srolke sneered, "Leave the big flock of ptarmigans in the crater, whoever goes there will be sent to death, and we're going to target the scattered flock." ”

"Others should think the same way. One of the knights' chief beside the prince said when he heard this.

"Then it depends on your ability, I don't mind killing a few more foreigners, or natives," Prince Srolke put away his sneer and said nonchalantly.

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