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While the walls of Wing Night Fort were in the midst of a commotion, miles away, Jeppen and Britannica's commanders were picking up the pieces. Two of their colleagues died under Curt's spells, and they lost hundreds of soldiers in the fire caused by the explosive potion. It was a brutal night for the coalition forces.

The commanders almost wanted to curse their stupidity, they thought it was a must-win battle. In order to be able to lead the team and snatch the credit, the commanders paid a lot of money in private. But reality came like a hammer and shattered their delusions. Now Wing Night Fort has become an impregnable fortress, and I don't know how many lives will be devoured.

Retreat is impossible, and that would mean the end of one's career, or even the punishment of one's career. And the cavalry of Aotland will definitely pursue and cause a lot of trouble. If the mage who destroyed the artillery unit comes along, then every night there will be a terrible spell to sweep the barracks. The commanders knew that if they didn't win as much as they could, they would all die in a foreign land.

The flames were still burning, and the faces of the commanders were clouded. As their leader, Duke Oliver knew that hearts were scattering. He suddenly missed the warm home and the lovely children. For the sake of so-called honor, Duke Oliver gave away the entire estate as a bribe to obtain the throne of commander-in-chief of the expedition.

The spikes hidden inside the throne began to stick out, piercing themselves into a blur of flesh, and this was how Duke Oliver felt inside. He gritted his teeth, and his hand gripping the scabbard was bruised. Just when Duke Oliver couldn't help but want to roar and find a random servant to beat him to vent his anger, a heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky. The rain became heavier in a matter of seconds. Soon the flames were extinguished. Three minutes later. The rain stopped again.

"It's ......"

Duke Oliver was astonished. The other commanders also looked at each other with joy. They thought it was a blessing from the gods, and they regained their faith. But someone came out of the darkness and said in a gloomy voice:

"Good night, gentlemen. I called this rain to the hope that it would help you. ”

As he spoke, two guards who drew their swords and rushed towards flew away. They twitched in pain, and electricity flowed from them. Duke Oliver raised his hand calmly. Signal the archer, who has already opened his bow, to put away his weapon. He looked back at his subordinates, whose faces were uncertain, and then said to the stranger:

"No matter how difficult the situation is, we don't need to turn to the help of magical villains. For the sake of you quelling the fire, I'll let you go. Don't let me see it again, or ......."

"Haha, you misunderstood. ”

The stranger stepped out of the shadows and stood within the reach of the torches. He was dressed in strange clothes made of animal skins and leaves, and carried a wooden staff in his hand. When Duke Oliver frowned, he bowed down and said:

"I'm a druid, a young kid of the forest. My name is Carmen. Those who have been ordered to come and help in the crusade against Wing Night Castle. As long as it's against the Mage, we're all interested. This land belongs to nature. Don't let evil magic touch you. ”

"Hmm......"

Duke Oliver hesitated, he needed time to reassess the situation. Several more figures emerged from the darkness, standing or crouching behind Carmen. An eagle descends from the sky and takes on a human form beside Carmen. He twisted his scarred face and said to Duke Oliver:

"My name is Dahler and I don't like crap like Carmen. Let's be honest - without your help, we would have had a hard time getting the head of the mage. He came from the city of a thousand laws, and he is a traitor we must kill. Without our help, you'd be dead. The mage has a way of killing you all, he is a ruthless little cub, and many of our brothers have died under his plot. ”

"So be it, you can think about it slowly. ”

Carmen interjected, a look of displeasure flashing across her face. He glanced at Dalle with disgust, and then as he stepped back, he said:

"When you make up your mind, hang a little green cloth on the flag. Clear the path to the forest in the distance, then launch an all-out attack. At critical times, you'll get an unimaginably powerful reinforcement. ”

With that, Carmen retreated into the darkness. Several figures following him transformed at the same time, turning into various birds and beasts and scattering in all directions. Duke Oliver's face sank, and he knew that the druids were the toughest group of people to deal with in the Central 6. Druids possess powerful spells, but they don't forge temples like priests and live among crowds. Druids are the ghosts of the wilderness who worship only the legendary Great Oak Tree.

Of course, Carmen also understands that she has no choice. He glanced at his silent subordinates, and finally sighed deeply. Carmen waved her hand and said in an unquestioning tone:

"Find a conspicuous piece of green cloth and wrap it around my flag. Attack early tomorrow morning, and put all the soldiers who were originally placed on the other side of the forest into reserve. ”

Meanwhile, Curt is meditating in his bedroom. The priests of the Goddess of the Night have been taken by Wren to meet the King of the Grurants. They are treated with great hospitality and then used as an important combat force. Even the worst pastor can save someone's life at a critical moment. There is no substitute for their healing skills, which can greatly boost the morale of the army.

While away from the Wandering Creatures, Curt's soul escaped into the net. He could feel an unusually abundant amount of energy circulating around him, an unbelievably dense amount of magic. Outside of the Thousand Law City, few people would invoke the energy in the magic net. Over time, the magic here has become incredibly thick.

Curt walked in the magic net in amazement, he felt like he was swimming in a sea of magic. Every pore of Curt is absorbing magic and constantly blending into the soul. He could even feel something like a small nucleus forming in his body. Curt didn't know what it was, and could only be sure that all of them were good for him.

Inadvertently, Curt finds a magic network node that is invoking mana. There weren't many spellcasters near Wing Night Castle, and out of curiosity, Curt staked his consciousness into it. Through the connection to the magic web, Curt sees Randall. Randall was sitting on the bed meditating, blue light surrounding her.

In recent times, Curt and Randall have had little to do with each other. He thought Randall was deliberately avoiding him, and he was relieved. But judging from the current situation, Randall has already shown an unusually abundant magic power, so he has been seizing the opportunity to cultivate. Randall had already condensed a huge amount of magic power, and it wouldn't be long before she could break through the seventh layer of magic nets.

'You have your own ambitions, too......

Curt shook his head and exited the node of the magic web. He knew that as long as he used it, the local magic would quickly become sparse. So Randall races against the clock to get as much magic as he can into the palm of his hand. At the end of the day, she's a mage who aspires to move forward on the path of magic.

When Curt was about to exit the magic net, he suddenly saw more than a dozen shining points of light. Curt was shocked, and he was surprised to see that there were a large number of powerful spellcasters around Yongye Castle. One of the most dazzling was so dazzling that Curt did not dare to approach lightly, lest he be pursued by the other party. Beyond that, the web nodes lead to a group of druids, all of whom are wholeheartedly preparing spells.

Curt is not a spirit sucker, and he has no means of attacking through the magic web. However, just the information obtained by accident has already made him feel that he has gained a lot.

There is no doubt that the druid was Curt's sworn enemy. Their presence here is definitely not accidental. Curt could imagine that after destroying the Spell Overseer Society, he would definitely be a thorn in the side of all the druids. The question now is how to get rid of the druids as best we can.

In fact, Curt faced a dilemma. Due to the interference of Grand Druid McDonough, no one revealed Curt's true identity to the Thousand Laws City. Otherwise, Curt would face the fate of being executed by Ioham. On the other hand, for every druid he killed, McDonough's patience decreased by one point. In case McDonough decides to abandon Curt, then the shape will become irretrievable.

Without a word, Curt made up his mind. When he completes this mission and returns to the City of a Thousand Laws, he will try to assassinate Eoham. Curt has been walking a tightrope for the past few years. If he makes the slightest mistake, he will die without a place to be buried.

So Curt decided to put an end to a qiē, and he could no longer continue to leave his fate in someone else's hands. After killing Ioham, Curt plans to take Ani to Silvermoon City or some other place to live in seclusion. Anyway, for him, anything other than Ani is insignificant.

With this in mind, Curt returned to reality. He sighed softly and sat up slowly. When Curt saw the scene in front of him, his body suddenly stiffened. For the priests of the goddess of the night were sitting in their rooms, drinking tea in a leisurely manner. They ran in without permission, which really 'surprised' Curt.

If the priests of the Night Goddess had any ill will, Curt would be dead by now. So Curt only felt annoyed, and did not feel dangerous. He sat back on the bed with a gloomy face, and looked at the three men a few steps away. Curt wasn't going to speak first, he wasn't obligated to greet the other party.

"Hello, I'm Aiye, the Daughter of the Night, and the two next to me are Leonard and Add, the Patrol Priest. ”

The first to speak was a little girl, about the same age as Fran. Judging by the white stockings on her feet, Curt knew that Aiye was the one who fell from the city wall and fell upside down. Curt nodded slightly, noncommittal. So Ai Ye smiled, leaned forward and said:

"On the orders of the Goddess of the Night, we have come to the aid of the sword-wielding nation of Otlan. So your work is over, Mr. Curt, please go back to the City of a Thousand Laws. ”

For a moment, Curt couldn't help but want to laugh. He suddenly felt that his luck had really been good. (To be continued......)

ps: Recently, the project is on schedule, and yesterday I worked overtime until 3 o'clock in the morning, kneeling