Li Laifu's chanting of the incantation became more and more rapid, and whenever he was almost interrupted by the incomparably cumbersome syllables, the cold staff in his hand would always bloom with a faint mystical light, and after the light, the child seemed to be infused with infinite vitality.

"Impossible!"

The cloak was arrogant and scattered, and the exiled mage's deep eyes showed a hint of shock, and he couldn't imagine that he had lost contact with the magic he had just unleashed.

The relationship between magic and mages is like a boat and a boat, without a boat, it is difficult to move an inch, and without a boat, it is self-contained.

It would be a fatal blow to a mage who lost his connection to magic.

"Run!"

The exiled mage roared at the great axe warrior who was glued to White Feather, and he vaguely guessed something terrible.

The magical civilization is one of the oldest civilizations in the Eternal Continent, it has experienced the era of laughter in the glory of the Extreme Realm, and has also survived in the black years when wisdom has fallen and the light does not exist, and the years have risen and fallen, time has dissipated in an instant, and in the bright era where the Holy Bell of the Holy See reverberates endlessly and the chants are sung, there is only a certain record of the 'magical civilization' in a history book called "Eternal Documents".

Even the most languid bard will lament the brevity and bustling nature of that article, and even the classic legend of a wise old mage who died violently after three nights of immersion in that text.

It is said that the old mage, who was called the 'pioneer' in the Age of Light, got a result, which also made many aristocratic young men who were eager for magic sigh, resulting in the miserable situation of the strong and the ignorant at the bottom of the tower of magic that are now in the Sayles.

The reason is exactly what the old mage said: the magic of the Age of Light is only a circle of ripples that slowly spread in the long river of time, vast and not refined.

A refined high-level magical civilization can even control everything in the lower eras, just like the gap between the nobles and the poor, the former can easily make the latter bow down at the sound of an order.

The exiled mage had worked for the royal family of a certain country and knew a lot about the different eras, and he had guessed a lot.

But it was too late.

A low tone sounded, and lightning flickered abruptly above the sky, and thunder and lightning fell on the chaotic city.

Li Laifu's eyes were slightly closed, wisps of cold light bloomed from the black pupils, in addition, there were more brilliant and flawless points of light rising and falling in them, accompanied by more and more rapid strange chanting, those elf-like beings seemed to begin to be restless

"Chain Wisdom, Arcane Stealing, Fifth-Order Magic, Wind Blade Death!"

A pale cyan wind blade shattered with an aura of destruction, but it immediately reorganized, and even more powerful than before.

The wind blade was ruthless, and the reckless wind swept up Li Laifu's long black hair, he smiled in the dark night, and with a wave of his hand, the cold and bone-chilling staff exuded an incomparably vicissitudes of magic, this breath did not belong to Li Laifu, but originated from the legendary master who had long been turned into dust in the epic battlefield before this staff, just like its sad name, 'the sigh of the nameless'.

"Damn it, who the hell are you!"

The exiled mage roared and chanted the incantation, but found that he was powerless to change the trajectory of the Wind Blade, or rather, his magic had been completely manipulated by the noble heir in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I can't play with you anymore. ”

Bai Yu held the long sword in his hand, and his flowing and agile fighting spirit was as free as his own, and in an instant, he turned the power of this giant axe warrior into his own use.

With the sound of fighting qi colliding, his slightly small body was shocked and flew out, and the giant axe warrior had no time to chase and kill, and suddenly felt that the crisis was approaching.

Blood spilled on the black earth, and the remnants of the fifth-order magic wind blade were not diminished at all, and under the guidance of the staff of the 'Sigh of the Nameless', which had undergone countless killings, it unbelievably twisted an angle and rushed towards the cloak mage.

At this moment, even the silver-robed old man couldn't help but show an appreciative gaze.

The time has passed.

Deadly contempt in the face of opponents.

And this nobleman's strange realizations in the wizarding world.

Under the pressure of three mountains of reasons, the only reason to let the exiled mage live was the fierce favor of the goddess of fate.

The Lost Land was illuminated by a layer of firelight, a cloud of smoke filled the old killer's nostrils, the gold-veined dagger faintly lost its cold light, and the silver-robed old man twitched his mouth a few times, and his voice seemed to be grunting.

"You three brothers, alas. ”

A pair of blood-colored eyes stared at a certain child who had passed out to the ground, and four identical mutilated corpses, the inexplicable look revealed in the eyes of the silver-robed old man was even hotter, the old killer was silent, and he didn't look back at the ridiculous hope, but slowly lifted the dagger and put it in the center of his neck.

The silver-robed old man didn't stop him, but threw out a sentence indifferently.

"Whether or not the City of Chaos will be destroyed by the Light depends on how many cowards like you are. ”

The old killer was stunned, without saying a word, and there was a cry of sorrow, and the gold-veined dagger that had accompanied him for countless years fell at his feet.

"Boom!"

Thunderbolt, a bolt of lightning tore through the sky, shattering the clouds, and the white light destroyed a magical picture that swayed in the void.

"Meet"

In the distance, the arbiter's blonde hair flowed away, and the light around him was no less than that of the entire 'chant' priesthood behind him, and he stared thoughtfully at the scattered dust of the magic scroll, and the forgery of the forbidden book in his hand suddenly bloomed, and the handwriting on one of the yellowed and worn pages of paper was slowly dissolving into nothingness.

"Is the future messed up, or is it the past?" The merciful God of Light is above, how many monsters will be born in this era before it ends unharmed?"

The slightly sexy murmur can only be heard by a small number of solemn knights, and in the Eternal Continent in the outside world, there are not many guys who know about the bloody storm in the chaotic capital, most of the kingdom nobles just vaguely understand that this day is not peaceful, and the big forces that have left a few traces of obscure handwriting in the annals of the dust in the Eternal Continent are noisy and noisy, and they all say that the majesty of the strong cannot be provoked, but these big forces standing in the clouds will always smoke a few times on specific days in each era, even if no one provokes them, it is still the same.

There were also sounds of surprise in the eight polar corners of the Eternal Continent, sighing, screaming, and whispering, as if an ancient being had been awakened from its slumber.

The Dead Sea is silent, and a white skeleton appears and disappears in the fog that has not dissipated for thousands of years, and some of the white bones are still wearing extremely ancient costumes, rising and falling in the white mist, which is extremely mysterious.

In countless eras, one Sacred Realm powerhouse after another once stood on the top of the Heavenly Dome overlooking this strange ocean, but they didn't dare to go deep into it.

Now, in the depths of this ocean, known as the 'sea where the gods have been buried', all kinds of lights bloom, and the fog has faintly dissipated

Not to be outdone, the deepest part of the Verdun Mountains was not far behind, with bursts of human roars resounding through the sky, and a pair of huge cyan fleshy wings flapped and shook off layers of moss.

From time to time, there were whispers in the worship platform and sacrificial temples of the four empires, and the nobles of pure blood in the royal family all felt something, looking at the dark world in the distance, and on the streets of a small kingdom, there was even a rumored ronin who said that this was the ancestor of the strongest in every era crying, not because of sadness, but because those souls who had not withered remembered the glory of the past.

As early as the end of a certain ** era in which many civilizations praised each other and were degenerate, there was a black joke circulating, if a nobleman standing on the palace of the empire pointed out the country, if he had the destructive power comparable to that of a great magician, what kind of picture would be born.

Presumably, the noble nobleman would be able to show his strength at any time because of a disagreement, and beat the bastard with whom he was arguing directly to death.

With enough power to change lives, many people forget the kindness they once had.

The Kingdom of Tustin is located in a remote place at the southern end of the Eternal Continent, and it should not be called a terrifying country, except for a few hearty battles with a large tribe of orcs in the north at the beginning of the country, it is really impossible to find commendable deeds, but on this day, its restlessness seems to be more rampant than those ancient forbidden places.

A carriage decorated with the pattern of the 'Serapus Angel' drove slowly past the epic statue of the central street, and the silver horn on the forehead of the snow-white horse was always very attractive, and both the believers who bathed in the light and the atheists who had been hiding in the darkness felt something, and a depressing and dreary atmosphere did not leave with the lonely carriage for a long time.

"Cardinal Snooker has left the kingdom of Tustin. ”

In the mouth of a certain royal nobleman's captive dark power ruler said such a sentence, Max's mansion, no, the joy in the 'Sunken Capital' branch was a little quieter than before, and the poor people knew that the big people in it were going to do great things.