The smell of rum in the small town of Kabul was dispelled by the sudden uninvited guests, the petals of thorns fell like raindrops, and the bright red colors brought a touch of vitality to the peaceful but slightly boring Kabul, and the fragrance of flowers filled the air.

The bright red banner hanging from the walls had landed at the signal of a wise and pious guard, and was quietly replaced by a white banner decorated with angelic motifs, holy and benevolent, bathed in the sun and fluttering in the wind.

"Guys, do you know what's next for us?"

An old guard swallowed a sip of rum, glanced at the young men standing in a row in front of him with fanatical faces, and sighed inexplicably.

"Welcome to the light!"

The spear was held in his hand, and a faint fighting spirit was erecting, and a young guard was seen shouting loudly, looking up at the sky, his expression solemn, and the petals of thorns seemed to hear his piety, and they rushed to fall on the young man's body.

The face of the old guard soldier seemed to be crumpled into a piece of paper, and he shook his head helplessly, and scolded with a smile: "Welcome to you." ”

"Huh?"

Looking at the old guard who bowed his head and was silent after opening his mouth in shock, this young man who dreamed of being a knight in a small town in Kabul was stunned for a while.

The sun shone on the old guard's sturdy skin, and the old fellow, who had gone through the vicissitudes of life, suddenly became tired, and his voice seemed a little weak.

"We sleep, and if the small town of Kabul is really in danger, it doesn't need us, in fact, many times, we can't do anything. ”

The sun is reclining, and the town of Kabul seems to have its most glorious moment amid the aroma of rum and flower petals.

There are ancient poems that record that after being killed by the seven demon kings, the god of light was resurrected three days later with the help of the flower of thorns and sealed the king of demons, which symbolizes hope and sanctions, and there are also bastard bards who were tied to the cross and burned to death, saying that the flower of thorns is an evil thing that has been spread from the forbidden land, and even the god of light is afraid, which symbolizes death.

But in the eternal continent where imperial power and divine power are now supreme, the explanation of the connotation of the thorn flower in the dictionary of some big people is actually very simple, it is just a beautiful thing used by noblewomen and celebrities to sacrifice to heroes, which can be icing on the cake, and cannot be used in the snow.

Randy slowly lifted the veil, stared at the rain for a while, and said with a smile: "It seems that you don't have to step into that cursed black land alone, the third person of the younger generation of the Oguli family." ”

A Mithril boot depicting a three-cornered pterosaur falls to the ground, and the strange nobleman who enjoys endless fame and revirals in the Ottoman Empire finally walks out.

As the first royal nobleman in the Ottoman Empire to study magic to a high level in a hundred years, Randy Night appeared in almost countless ways in the mouths of martial Ottoman commoners, but those who knew him well would think that this man was actually very ordinary, like an eternal copper coin, a copper coin that would release magic instead of smashing people with his body.

"Praise the light, and it is always reassuring to have more helpers, even if they only whisper ridiculous words like 'mercy'. ”

The magic light reflected the bright red thorn petals, and half of the sky seemed to be covered by this mysterious magic light, only to see that the magic group of the Eberon royal family was in awe, the young mage bowed slightly, and the magic ring on his middle finger was gathering with elemental power, he stared at the four magic arrays that were slowly closing, as a guardian, he was ready to deal with the outstanding crisis at any time.

The four magic array diagrams gradually became transparent, and a thin figure walked out of them, with silver hair and desolate face, as if the four big characters were written vividly on the face of this young man who was about sixteen years old, no one could have imagined that this arrogant and magical teenager was actually the leader of the younger generation of the Agully family of the Aberron Empire.

As one of the giants of the imperial family, Auguli Laner has truly received all the honors he deserves, including his legendary background as he grew up with a golden key.

Born to perceive the fire magic element, on the third day of his birth, he smashed a fireball at one of his unlucky servants with a pacifier, of course, these old things no longer need to be mentioned, and now Lan Er has at least learned to restrain his arrogance to a certain extent, such as now.

"Praise the light, praise the mercy, fellow citizens of Michel Cathedral, I exist with you. ”

Lan Er stopped in place, smiling softly, very relatable but not too pompous.

The sun shone on the colorful buildings of the small town of Kabul, outlining a circle of golden holiness, and the petals of thorns rained down on the armor of a group of majestic knights striding close.

The Cathedral of Michel in the Kingdom of Toria, like the feud between Elder and Tustin, in which the intertwined relationship is difficult to decipher, is said to have a long history, inherited from the epic legend of a Seraph, just as the angel is known as 'killing' and 'slaughter' in mythology, a blonde knight with a terrifying breath like a dragon leads the group of slaughtering troops with solemn faces behind him to this land.

"The light of Alberon is brilliant and eternal, students of St. Feat, may the God of Light be with you. ”

The gate of the St. Fit Academy will be opened in advance The news has already blown through most of the Eternal Continent like a violent wind, but everyone who knows how many terrible monsters have been born there is full of a new round of longing, every ten years, and a group of little ones have come out of that mysterious place, making the silent Eternal Continent reverberate with an epic elegy.

The sun is blazing.

The blonde knight glanced at Randy Night, the corners of his mouth slightly open, but immediately saw a strange smile from the magical monster Lan Er from the Alberon Empire, and there was a bit of glory in his heart.

"Geeran, a magical monster from the Eberon Empire, had already heard of August, one of the ancient families of Alberon, at the last 'Prosperous Dinner' in the Eternal Continent, and gave birth to a natural magical sage, I didn't expect to be so young. ”

The blonde knight talked and laughed freely, but he did not forget to bow his head slightly, his expression was humble, facing a piece of the heart of the ancient royal family on the Eternal Continent, which can be called the 'Song of Glory', even if he was once a knight of the old bishop of the Vatican Archbishop, he did not dare to slack off easily.

Lan Er was silent, a moderate amount of modesty could make a nobleman praised, and the majesty of humility could make them respect from the heart, and it was clear that as a member of the imperial family, he was more shrewd than some of the nobles of the mountain villages.

Another burst of angelic chanting alarmed the town of Kabul, the clouds in the sky dispersed, and a ray of sunlight shone on the road in the distance.

Under the sun, an old man in a gray robe slowly walked towards the blonde knight, his breath was calm, his robe was decorated with admonitions, and his radiant face was not the slightest bit decadent, followed by countless pious priests.

St. Peter's Central Church sent at least 500 members of the Bright Chaplaincy at one time.

"You are the 'half-sage' of St. Peter's Central Basilica, the Light Mage who participated in the Second Holy War in the Capital of Chaos, and you were not thrown into the arms of Satan by heretics. ”

The blonde knight looked at the gray-haired old man in shock as if he had seen an undead man crawling out of a grave.

"Young man, impetuous in speech, unsightly. ”

The old mage's tone was not good, and the harsh admonition characters on his robes appeared and disappeared like stars, which was intimidating, and although he was reprimanding the blonde knight for his impudence, the latter did not seem to care.

"Yahi half-sage, you are alive, you are really alive, this time it seems that the light forces in the southwest are going to surpass other regions. ”

The old mage ignored the fanatical blonde knight who was talking crazy, and inadvertently looked at Lan Er, and his eyes, which had not been asking about the world, suddenly froze, and he couldn't move away.

"You're the child of the House of August?"

Lan Er nodded again, his smile retracted, and his expression solemn.

For a long time, an obscure incantation was chanted.

"On behalf of St. Peter's Central Basilica, I wish you the invitation of St. Feather, Auguli Lanle, and the splendor and light will always be by your side. ”

As the old mage spoke, Lan Er was enveloped in a soft light, and an aqua blue butterfly was engraved on Lan Er's chest, and its wings flapped slowly with a strange rhythm, like a miracle descended by the God of Light.

"The seventh-order blessed magic, the Butterfly Wings of the Gods, can help Xiao Lan'er block at least two savage collisions of the Sevenfold Knights. ”

The half-sage Aki said meaningfully.

"Thanks for the light. ”

Lan Er also knew that the origin of this old mage was amazing, and he did not dare to be arrogant, and he slowly lowered his head, but his gaze at Randy Night was much deeper.

"That staff has an aura that doesn't belong to a human. ”

Randy, who had been silent, couldn't help murmuring at this time, he had obtained the magical wisdom of the forbidden land, although it was only the tip of the iceberg, but perhaps only he himself understood the horror, at least he could find some clues that even a great magician could not see, the magic scepter in the hand of the slow-moving mage seemed to contain a trace of strange power, and the familiar power came from an extremely forbidden place in the eternal continent.

Today, the town of Kabul is almost impossible to see civilians except for outsiders, and the narrow streets are clogged with knights and priests, who are rarely seen.

The old mage came from St. Peter's Central Cathedral, one of the largest light forces in the southwest, and also brought with him St. Peter's proudest priesthood.

The Blonde Knight brought Michelle's most famous Knights of the Killing Army.

The weapons of killing and the recitation of praise are all ready, and the holy war is about to break out, but this time the actions of the Vatican General Church of Light are very secretive, and there is not the slightest rumor leaking in the Eternal Continent, you must know that the first two holy wars about the chaotic capital are all big strokes that will go down in history, on the other hand, this time, except for a half-sage mage, the rest of the clergy don't seem to have much origin, Lan Er suddenly faintly felt that he was not drunk, although he was arrogant, but he was by no means stupid.

On the side, Randy stared silently at the blessed magic brand on Lan Er's chest, silent for a long time, he also thought of a lot of legends about the Alberon Empire on the Eternal Continent while watching coldly, those unfathomable bards once said that before the Age of Light, Aberron would not be a remote kingdom that was not famous, weak and weak, and withered talents, and after the Age of Light, they designed a coat of arms based on the Demon Ape that symbolized wisdom and the flower of thorns that represented some specific connotations, and since then it has become an ancient empire on the Eternal Continent, which even involves the shadow of the forbidden land, which is too mysterious。

"God, and His servants. ”

Randy muttered and turned back into the carriage, the blonde knight and the old mage ignored him, except for a smile that was shrouded in light, and that smile was anything but friendly.