The year Ye Fan was born should be 2290.

If Master's words were accurate, he should have been born in a small village called Schiravoz. It was about 4,700 kilometers from the southeastern part of what is now the Empire of San Femonos, about 4,700 kilometers from the Duchy of Sramie, to which he now belonged. Both parents are civilians in the town who make a living by refining magic stones. Around the year 2291, not long after Ye Fan learned to walk, Schillavoz was attacked by a group of monsters from the south, the town had been destroyed, and Ye Fan's parents had died in the attack. After that, the master raised him alone.

In fact, the master is not a very serious person, according to him, raising Ye Fan was also a whim. In the midst of such a great upheaval, those who survived it were hard to see the most precious part of human nature. At that time, Master was just an adventurer passing through Schillavoz. And just like his unserious personality, he took on the responsibility of taking care of Ye Fan on a whim, and when Ye Fan was 14 years old, he left quietly, probably because of his prodigal whim.

When he was a child, Ye Fan felt strange that his own adults seemed to be different from the adults outside, and he seemed to be different from the children outside. For example, the adults outside always leave early to work, go home with a full harvest of the day, and take care of the children and play with the children when they get home. And their own adults...... It's as if in addition to falling asleep in the living room, pouring into the stench of wine bottles, and smiling like an idiot at the cartoons that are always showing their cheeks on the TV...... Usually this adult is either drinking, or on the way to the bar or buying alcohol. It's crazy to talk. As soon as I saw a beautiful girl, my eyes lit up, and I rushed up to talk to someone with a dead face, but of course I was rolled my eyes or beaten...... What's even more outrageous is that he often asks Ye Fan to go out to help him deliver letters (obviously you can send messages directly on the magic beads), the recipient is Xiaohong today, and tomorrow it may be Xiaobai, one day Ye Fan opened the letter curiously and looked at it, but vomited all the way.

And he himself, in addition to going to the lingua franca class like other children, has to rush home after class, do laundry and cook, throw the adults downstairs, clean up the house, and pick up the adults again...... He took care of all the housework. And the master didn't seem to do a few things that adults should do, and for some reason, he kept an evasive attitude towards Ye Fan's spell practice, until he later discovered that Ye Fan's magic power was as rare as him.

Since then, Master's attitude towards this matter has changed a little, but he has only taught him some techniques for life, such as putting a ball of light as a light bulb when the house is in arrears, and he can usually send some light to dry the quilt...... Something like that. But he never taught the techniques used in battle, on the grounds that these were not needed in peacetime.

Of course, Ye Fan knew that this was farting.

Of course, what greeted Master's words could only be Ye Fan's back fall, which threw him downstairs.

Although Master is a very unreliable person, Ye Fan knows one thing very well...... In fact, the master is very strong, so strong that he can't even estimate it. Rare light magic, plus a huge magical power that is impossible to fathom. Looking at the entire Slemi country, I am afraid that there are not many such strong people. But it was this kind of master who could not escape from the monster turmoil in Schiravoz back then, and left a permanent scar at that time - the whirlpool on his chest seemed to become a permanent symbol of the fear of all Schiravoz, or all San Femonos.

And the master has always been silent about how the disaster destroyed Ye Fan's family back then, Ye Fan can only know the horror of the year from the words of others, so all this has become a permanent mystery just like the identity of the master...... Then, as the master left without saying a word, this mystery was even more difficult to solve.

The convoy of transports was running rapidly in the jungle, and the convoy of tens of meters long was only a small point of light moving slowly in the vision of Braque's thousands of miles away. Braque had to work like this for more than an hour until they were safely out of the place.

Beads of sweat kept falling from Braque's head, and the discomfort of walking at night combined with the consumption of magic kept eating away at his mental power. But apparently he has adapted to this intensity. The field staff of the Jingting Division always had to face a lot of difficulties, and for the seasoned Braque, this short hour was just a small challenge.

His importance to the team cannot be overstated. As long as his head is there, the enemy won't get a chance to get close to them.

The colleagues around him are also fully armed, and no one is slack at such a moment, and they are constantly consuming mental energy.

Ye Fan looked into the depths of the woods, and he could also feel that there was some movement in the woods, all of which were the sounds of those nocturnal animals, but as the convoy passed, they hid one after another. In a relatively large area, it was quite silent except for the sound of the power box of the locomotive.

Nothing noteworthy - nothing was catching up with their convoy.

The first to notice the ring in the sky was not Braque, but Pella, whose gaze sometimes rested on the moon.

"What's that?" Her voice drew everyone's attention. Where she looked, a purple aura was floating in midair, and the light within the ring was gradually increasing.

Bracke's forehead was bruised, and he shouted from the crowd, "Space Teleporter!! ”

Everyone's faces didn't change, but their hearts still jumped violently.

What is the procedure for spatial transmission?

I actually met someone with this kind of technique here! It was an extremely rare form of magic, and a precise caster could open a portal and travel from far away.

This is not an ability that ordinary robber gangs can have, even Brack's spiritual vision ability cannot be monitored, it is simply the natural enemy of spiritual vision. The people behind this purple aura may have a lot of backgrounds...... This is what makes the group of people in Jingting Division the most nervous.

The team's long-range attackers also aimed at the aura.

When the brightness of the aura increased to a certain extent, the ring engraved with the magic equation stopped spinning, and the light inside the ring disappeared.

Just as all the Warlocks were about to cast spells to attack, there were no Assassins who came out of the aura...... The flood poured out of it and fell down like the sky had fallen.

"Grass!" Luo Ding's voice was raised an octave.

Amid the exclamations of the crowd, the flood overwhelmed the convoy and swept them to pieces.

The situation became chaotic in an instant, and a middle-aged warlock in the team raised his head and tried to change the movement of the flood, but the force of nature was too strong, and the slowdown of the flood only froze for a moment or two, and then fell wildly. It is said that the man was once the leader of another team.

The witches in the team also looked up at the force of nature caused by this unnatural circle of light, and the necklace magic stone around her neck shone brightly and rose. As if he had a spiritual intelligence, he wanted to reach out and capture the power of the heavens.

Ye Fan's car was protected by the wind and was not attacked by the flood, and it was also the first in the convoy to recover. Ye Fan also worked with Braque and others when he was in the second team, and this was the first time he saw Braque with an embarrassed expression, but he didn't expect to meet him when he was just on the team.

He looked up at the aura, which was still spewing floods.

No matter how inexperienced I was, I knew that something wasn't quite right. However, there was a new movement in the jungle, and Ye Fan could feel it.

Several purple auras had already been laid out in the depths of the jungle, and as the passage opened, many assassins dressed in black rushed out of the portal and rushed towards them at a rapid speed.

"Seven o'clock! A large number of 'shadows' were found", which Braque saw as well.

The shadow was what they used to call the Assassins. Luo Ding stretched out his hands in the direction he commanded, and a huge wind pressure destroyed the place he passed. Where the wind has struck, the trees are either uprooted or cut straight in the middle. The blood of the Assassins stained the woods.

However, a significant number of black-clad Assassins dodged the attack, and made lightning speeds through the woods, quickly reaching the convoy.

The blades intersected, and the silence of the jungle was finally broken.

Luo Ding unleashed a lot of small tornadoes, which kept moving in this place that had just become a battlefield, and many people in black were blown up to the sky to receive lunch boxes as soon as they touched the tornado. And Shizuneiji's companions have long been accustomed to the existence of these tornadoes, and they can shuttle between them at will while fighting with all their hearts. This is also the result of their usual joint practice.

"Hey!" Holding two large axes, Pera kills the enemy like chopping melons and vegetables, and her movements are swift and easy. The axes were made of rather hard material, and when an enemy's sword hit the axe, it was either blasted to pieces, or it could not resist her brute force and was cut off with a knife on her arm.

"None of them can fight!" Pera went a little crazy.

It's all a small handyman, and the situation may not be as difficult as it seems. Just as she was thinking this, a man in black slashed her axe in half with a sword, and her shoulder was nearly cut off.

The accident appeared so suddenly that she was so frightened that she quickly pulled away.

She glanced at the black-clad man's sword again, and there was nothing out of the ordinary. I immediately thought that the other party must be a warlock who can change materials. This is a tricky ability in melee. Because at the moment of touch, the opponent will not only increase the strength of her own sword, but also weaken the strength of her axe. Maybe her axe is not much different from a toy plastic in the eyes of the other party.

The other party saw that she was retreating a little, so he took advantage of the victory and pursued. She sneered and said, "I'm sorry! ”

This is not said to people, but to axes.

Because she didn't know how far her axe could hold up with her for many years.

The man in black slashed with a sword, and she used an axe to resist. The moment the sword and axe collided and emitted sparks, she didn't blindly exert force, but took advantage of the momentum and retreated behind her...... With such a toss, the sword slashed deep into the axe, but it did not cut completely.

Pera's face was slashed by the sword, and bright red blood crystals flowed from the small wound, which was very dazzling on the snow-white face. Her uniform was also split, and her proud breasts were faintly visible under her underwear......

She licked the blood running down her face, still sneering wildly like that.

The man in black was completely stunned: this woman is a psychopath!

His sword caught in the axe and couldn't be drawn. Without waiting for him to be surprised, Pera used all her brute force to pull him towards her side, and she deftly circled to the side, exposing her defenseless backs to her attack...... She swung the other mutilated axe and slashed it at his shocked face, killing him.