"You guys, what the hell are you trying to do?"

Not surprisingly, the panicked Freya stared at her bright blue eyes and asked, "What's the matter? What kind of fame are you doing? You, you want to take me to nǎ?"

"Safer place than here. Bud didn't bother to argue with her, he grabbed Freya by the arm and dragged her into the hallway. Sallyster clutched the scarf around her neck, and she shrunk her neck in fright at the sound of glass being smashed.

"Hide in the cellar first, I'll deal with those people. Bard approached Sallyste, whispered quickly in her ear, and then immediately turned to look at Freya, "Go to the cellar too, hurry!"

"Well, why ......" Freya pouted reluctantly.

"Those people might be coming for you!" Bard suddenly shouted, Yan Sù's fierce expression made Freya subconsciously take a deep breath. Although Bud knew that Freya was an ignorant child, no matter how ignorant she was, she should always learn to be obedient when her life was in danger, otherwise no one would be able to protect her!

"Sally, I have to help the Elder, Miss Windling, if you want to be safe, do what my lady commands!" Bard gripped his staff, his cold gaze swept over Freya's stunned face, and turned and rushed to the living room.

"Miss Wind Spirit, over here. Sally glanced at Freya as if resentful, and turned to the end of the hallway.

A pale gold disc floats out of the living room window, the moment the ancient symbol lights up. Thin rays of thunder fell from the disc. Algernon slowly retreated as he held off the onslaught of attackers from outside. Around him, there was a circle of ice-blue light like countless broken ice. The ground in the courtyard quickly arched upwards, and with a pop, Sally's carefully tended grape trellis was lifted off, and the dry wooden trellis suddenly ignited a bright and dazzling fire in the thunder. The earth wrapped in flames and slammed into the walls of the house.

Algernon kept his teeth clenched, not because he couldn't hold it on, but because he had discovered that there were people among the attackers who could use magic, and it had to be said that Freya's suspicions were not unreasonable. Those in black hooded cloaks. Holding a long wooden staff in his hand, people will think of them at first glance. Could it be that the person who wanted to kill Freya was really a wizard? Algernon believed that the wizards of Takamo would never deliberately provoke the Feather Clan, so only the wizards who originally lived in the city were left.

These months. Algernon was not unprecedented. He always felt that the wizards outside of Taka Mo were no different from the wizards of Taka Mo - full of love for ancient magic. Sometimes stubborn, but by no means the insidious and vicious type. What is the reason why the wizard wants to kill Freya, and what is so special about this Freya Wind Spirit?

"Still don't want to stop and talk?" said Algernon. He swung his staff hard. The air whistled against the tooth-dancing earth and flames, "Great Wind Soul, let the arrogant feel your wrath!"

"Elder—"

Bud pushed open the door to the living room.

The heat was rolling and the cold was pressing, and the air in the living room was actually mixed with extremely cold and extremely hot at the same time, and Bard immediately held his staff sideways in front of him, chanting in a low voice, and the swirling wind guarded his surroundings. The wizards of Takamo had learned the magic of summoning elemental elves from the books of the Feather Clan, but neither Bard nor Algernon wanted to use it, because Bard was disgusted by the fact that wizards would use those elemental elves to attack others, and Algernon knew that elemental elves were not always so obedient in their hands. He had seen the loss of control of the elemental elves, the kind of power that should not belong to them.

But now, the situation is not optimistic.

"Elder, I let them go to the cellar, and you should hide quickly. Bard leaned down and ran to Algernon's side, "Ogdanmisa, Elanfa......" He stood sideways in front of Algernon and recited a Rometha incantation.

"No!" Algernon grabbed his hand, "I said, don't rely on forces that we can't fully control......! I will let them know the consequences of disrespecting the elderly!"

"But Elder—"

A shrill and piercing laugh rang out in the air, the air flow below the ceiling shook suddenly, and the colorless air opened its bright pale yellow eyes. It's an elemental elf, but it's not summoned by Bard, it's ......

"Get out of here!" Algernon was furious, and with a flick of his staff, the flames flicking out scorching fan-shaped petals. One of the walls of the living room was already in tatters, and now it was a matter of life, and the house could be repaired after it burned down. The wind elf didn't attack, and the illusory figure swayed violently with the flames.

Algernon exuded a chilling chill all over his body, not only because he had used ice magic to protect himself, but also because his breathing was heavy and his face was pale.

The wizards in Arcatia are more likely to come into contact with the ancient magic of the Feather Clan than they are in Takamo Town, but this magic has fiercely evoked Algernon's memories full of humiliation and helplessness. Algernon lowered his staff and pointed diagonally at the ground, and the rock protruded from the ground and pierced the roof, and a row of glowing stone pillars instantly erected in the house.

More rocks suddenly stretched out of the house, and the attackers who tried to break in quickly retreated, no one screamed, and the calmness of the attackers was uneasy. Bud was taken aback by Algernon's aggressiveness, nodded sheepishly, and stepped back in the direction of the hallway.

The sky outside lit up, like stars setting around the Bard house. Algernon held his staff in both hands and propped himself up on the floor of the fallen rubble, his face solemn. Bard stopped abruptly and heard thunder rumbling, wind screeching, and a loud noise of rain crashing against the eaves. Suddenly, Algernon looked up.

"Feather?" he lowered his eyebrows. The magic abruptly stopped, replaced by the feather guard's shouting, "Stop!"

"Catch them!" Bud heard a familiar voice, and he couldn't help but exclaim, stretching his neck. Algernon grabbed his staff and turned to push Bard away and ran to the door, slamming it against the door as if he couldn't delay for a second.

In the devastated garden, the figures in black cloaks were no longer visible, and the two Feather Clans were chasing into the distance, and the two Feather Clans were standing outside the door, their silver armor and masks shining with cold light.

There are also a few people who live in the neighborhood...... Wizards.