The year 517 of the Eternal Calendar is an era of glory from the shoulders of giants, and when a certain cardinal of the Vatican Illumination used wind magic to convey this menacing cry to the worship platform of the four empires, many nobles with backgrounds so deep that they were darker than night immediately recalled the question of how to show a mocking smile, of course, they had shaking goblets in their hands and blood-like rum on their lips.

Standing on the shoulders of giants? No, they would resent being too narrow-minded when they stepped on the giant's head.

The only thing that is commendable is that the Vatican's General Church of Light, known as the 'Land of the Prophets', speculates that an ancient academy will be enrolling early enrollment this year, which is surprisingly consistent, and what disturbs some powerful people the most is that they feel more and more unfathomable about the unfathomable depths of that academy.

There was once an attempt to add those ancient academies to the chessboard of the Hebrew game of the Eternal Web, but to this day there is rarely a talented sage who can accomplish this feat, until at last some obsessive bastard gives up, leaving behind a sentence that will make the world feel cold on their backs.

The Eternal Web chessboard is like a spider web, and the eight nodes are the most terrifying forbidden places of death, but unfortunately, there are only eight nodes.

The arrogant guys who thought that they could get a half-official position in those academies after they were old, and even the glory of honorary elders began to shake their heads and sigh, but there was no despair, because there were also things that made them smile, and most of these people's own heirs received an invitation from behind the farthest dark place, not for them, but for a group of teenagers who dominated the rise and fall of the Eternal Continent after more than ten years.

As a result, there are still a few remnants of the corpse-smelling old family in the four empires Recently, there is always a black owl with a strange letter raft hovering over the head of their ancestor statue, and then a certain temper is more obscure than the silent volcano of the ninefold nine-order dark gold great swordsman finally went berserk, and the philosophy of life that will perish if it does not explode is undoubtedly revealed on his majestic body, and the fighting spirit of the rebuke shattered the royal magic enchantment, and this unscrupulous descendant also split the head of his poor ancestor into slag by the way, and the only gain was the engraving in the owl's mouthThe letter raft of the 'Crystal Promenade'.

"St. Fe Academy, revelry and wine, and hot female mages, of course, parties and magic, all wonderful things are waiting for your children to join!"

When the raft was opened, a burst of brilliant pink magic flowers erupted, turning into delicate flowers, blooming, and withering.

The mighty Imperial swordsman stared at the sloppy but incomparably smooth feather font with wide bull's eyes, and a large slit opened at the corner of his mouth, which his noble father had, in his child's words, laughed like a retarded man.

It's not just the grumpy swordsman, there are a few words mixed with ghostly humor circulating in all corners of the Eternal Continent.

The clouds moved in all directions, and in an instant, the light of different magic illuminated the firmament of the Eternal Continent, and the mysterious and terrifying power of fighting spirit crossed the sky.

Others hid in corners and tasted rum that had just been stolen from the tavern, and they were called bards, and they wrote hymns in exaggerated tones, recording the glory and decay of this era, all of which could never be achieved without the few strokes of their mouths that were said to be strange and chatty when they were like mad dogs, and when they were pleasant, they came to a long-lost land with a few tall and majestic forest beasts.

"Don't close this door in the future, there are always people who want to come in lately, and we always want to get out. ”

The peaceful and harmonious time of the small town of Kabul has not yet been put in the bosom to cover the heat, and it has ushered in the favor of several waves of big people, and a young guard naturally does not have the good qualities of the imperial knights, he spat on the ground and cursed: " Damn it, we won't be allowed to have a sleepy night, except for the ranger who fled from the chaotic city and then knelt in the Apocalypse Tavern for days and nights, and so many sons and grandsons of big guys have popped up recently, and the god of light is above, and I am ready to go north. ”

The crying and grabbing of the sky and the land were already irritating, but now in front of the walls of the small town of Kabul, there was another magnificent group of men.

Five knights with faces wrapped in Mithril armor guarded a noble carriage like stars, pulling the mysterious noble carriage turned out to be a two-headed demonic beast, who was the guy sitting in it enjoying the two pleasures of bumps and smoothness?

The scorching sun was shining brightly, and the dim eyes of an old guard soldier lost their brightness, which was tired of killing and battlefield, but when he saw this terrible carriage, there seemed to be a trace of nostalgia for the past in those dead eyes.

"The Ottoman Empire, I have seen the blue coat of arms again, just ten years later, the same sun, different identity. ”

The old guard stared at the source of sunlight above the sky, and the hot and hot light seemed to have no effect on him, and after a long time, he lowered his head, unscrewed the lid of the wine bag hanging from his waist, and drank it all.

"There's another big guy, no, there's another one!"

A few young guards whispered, they were too lazy to come forward and envy, it is said that a few days ago a beautiful and sacred woman had come to the town of Kabul, and a certain exaggerated bard described that even the sun in the sky had been eclipsed in front of the woman, and a new guard came up to talk to her shamelessly, and the result was always helpless, but reasonable.

Probably because the guy was new and no buddies wanted to pay attention, and maybe some kind of accident might have befallen him, who knows? Anyway, that unfamiliar face seems to have disappeared by now, and there is no need to argue, more people prefer the former statement.

As the sighs of the wise and small young guards rang out, another group of men and horses stepped into this peaceful place like the moon.

"The royal magic group of thirty people is regarded as the Song of Alberon crest that can only be possessed by pure blood, alas, there is a flawless prince in the Alberon Empire. ”

The old guard shook his head thoughtfully as he stared at the mage group who had slowly entered the city and turned a blind eye to him.

As if realizing that the things he had been concerned about a little too much recently, the middle-aged and elderly man immediately threw away the spear in his hand and lay down on the ground and fell asleep.

"Prince Randy, who swims in the sea of wisdom and ignorance, may your glory endure. ”

The four long legs of the two-headed demonic beast covered with snowtail suddenly paused, one demon wolf's head was raised proudly, and the other black bear's head was lowered silently, and the earth was shocked by this powerful creature Countless dust, only to see one of the star-like knights slowly rode up to him, and whispered softly, as if saying something to the big man inside.

"The Alberon Empire has actually sent thirty magicians from the 'Brilliant Epic' Magic Association, and there is also a magician conceptual sage!"

"Feel free, our purpose this time is not to compete for the dominance of the Eternal Continent for the next ten years, but just to get a place in the Santa Fe Academy, and, young knights, remember that behind us, there will always be countless fangs ready to attack. ”

An easy-going but confident tone came from the carriage, and the strange two-headed beast began its journey again.

When passing by the Apocalypse Tavern, the blue eyes of the five Mithril Knights all showed a hint of strangeness, and in terms of the experience of the Imperial Knights, each of them had heard more or less of the small town of Kabul in the mouths of those big people, and a magical tavern called the gods and the mercenary guild founded by a rumored 'Sanctuary' with a difference were among the legendary places that made countless people reverie.

You must know that the concept of 'different' did not refer to unarmed ordinary people in the eyes of that legendary sword master, but represented almost all the powerhouses of the Holy Domain at that time.

And now the five imperial knights with vicissitudes of breath shook their heads, no longer looking at the mentally handicapped guy kneeling in front of the Apocalypse Tavern.

The wind and sand swept and struck a black sword that was held in the hand of a teenager at one end and stuck deep in the ground of the small town of Kabul with the other.

Apocalypse, Apocalypse, the fire of the gods is extinguished, the Apocalypse nameplate is taken down, where is there any Apocalypse Tavern.

The words seemed to fall from the end of the sky, but no one could hear them except the ranger who was kneeling on the ground.

The two groups of people who had parted ways since they entered the town of Kabul had left a long distance, but at this moment, as if they had felt something, a young mage with a ruddy face suddenly raised his eyes, the light of multicolored magic flowed, staring ahead, and a noble young man gently lifted the veil of the carriage, and his blue eyes, pure as a sea of bass, were enough to make all the bloodless heirs feel fear from the heart.

"The capital of chaos, the third holy war. ”

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