"Tower of the Wind", a nine-story dome.

The inner wall made of jade has a luster that shines brightly, and underneath, dense formations spread and climb, and bright arcane brilliance shines through the wall, clearly visible.

"Master, what do you think of this?" said Christina, tucking her long burgundy hair, and tilted her head to ask for her opinion.

"This ......," said Fadreva with a slight displeasure, but still tactfully, "although the island of Thraland is isolated from the mainland, it has not been completely cut off from the mainland, and Allegri has been exiled there, and he may not be able to return. ”

"No," Christina explained, waving her hand, "the merchant ships bound for Thran are all in the hands of the Sea Flowers, and they happen to be one of Buyada's allies. ”

"Since His Highness has said so," Fadreva muttered for a moment, then nodded in agreement, "then let him go." ”

"In the future, the Empire's supply of materials for your school will be increased by thirty percent on the basis of the existing one," Christina smiled and agreed, with his approval, "Count it as a little bit of my mind." ”

Fadreva was stunned, but quickly reacted that the other party was not for Allegri, but for the "Sky Temple" and himself, who was in charge of the "Tower of the Wind".

"Thank you, Your Highness. "If the old magician owes slightly, and the amount of materials is increased by thirty percent, then almost all of Buyada's production will be supplied to the "Sky Palace".

"There is one more thing to ask the master. Christina rolled her eyes and said with a smile.

"Your Highness, but it doesn't hurt to say it. As night fell, Fadreva waved his hand, and light poured down from the dome of the tower, surging across the floating island, shining brightly, illuminating every palace.

"Actually. I have no intention of using the 'Sea Flower,'" Christina whispered, looking at the night sky, "I promised Onisha to send Allegri to the island of Thurland, but I did not promise. After that, will there be any tricks. ”

"Your Highness, why go to such great lengths to put him to death, wouldn't it be a hundred?" asked Fadreva with a frown, he was not a necromancer, and he was not good at delaying curse spells.

"If that stupid girl sees that we killed Allegri, won't you resent me for the rest of your life?" "Master, you better find a way to get rid of him secretly." ”

"I see," Fadreva nodded, "I promise, that Onesha, doesn't see the slightest flaw. ”

"Thank you, Master. Christina smiled. Leave with all your money.

It wasn't until she stepped out of the tower that Fadreva snorted. Hold down the Control Mark and steer the Tower of Wind to turn west.

The cloud sail with the tower as the mast hangs backwards, like the long tail of a sparrowhawk, and the invisible "eternal wings" are born from both sides. Slapping up and down, stirring up gusts of wind.

The clouds surged, and the speed of the "Tower of Wind" suddenly increased, heading straight for the clear blue sea.

******

"What's the turn?" asked Van Schinkel, as he climbed the tower, wondering.

"Your Highness's intention......" Fadreva said in his original form. For this old friend, he did not hide the slightest.

"Your Highness's old mistake has been committed again. Duke Van Schinkel sighed, not as surprised as he seemed.

"What's wrong?" After resigning from the position of chief court mage, Fadreva returned to the high tower in the mountains to practice, and the information from the outside world was all provided by the "Blood Rose", although he would not miss the changes in the current situation, but he still didn't know much about some secrets of the imperial capital.

"When you left Sofia, Your Highness was still a little girl, right?" Duke Van Schinkel deliberately lowered his voice, "Later, the sudden death of the first king and the chaos in the court, she experienced a lot, which led to certain changes in her orientation. ”

"What do you mean?" Fadreva was obsessed with the study of magic, and not only did he never marry, but he never involved men and women, so he naturally didn't understand what he meant.

That is to say, Your Highness, she doesn't like men, but she has an extraordinary affection for the same sex. "Duke Van Schinkel, try to answer his doubts.

"Oh......" Fadreva suddenly realized, and sighed, "Our Highness is really different." In this regard, the old magician did not have too much prejudice, anyway, men and women, in his eyes, were the same.

"After taking over the 'Tower of Wind', did you touch the threshold of the legend?" the old duke smiled and diverted the subject.

"I'm accumulating mana, and when I get back to Buyada, I'll be able to try to break through. Fadreva replied that his lifelong dream was about to come true, and his heart was so excited that even his voice trembled a little.

"Accumulation is a matter of course. Van Schinkel nodded, he was a legendary illusionist and had a lot to say in the matter.

"By the way, can the method of soul transfer you mentioned still be practiced?" asked Fadreva after a moment's hesitation.

"Of course," Van Schinkel asked, glancing at him, "why, your body is about to reach its limit?"

"At most, in a year or two, the deadline will come," Fadreva said abruptly, "birth, old age, sickness and death are inevitable, and this is the helplessness of us human beings." ”

"In less than a hundred years, you can enter the realm of legends, if you are not born and immortal, then you still have it?" Van Schinkel smiled, "Do you know how long it took me to become a legend after I condensed my body?"

"Two hundred years?" Fadreva casually guessed a number.

"Five hundred years, it took twenty years just to adapt to the body, and after that, I have been studying the working principle of magic for a full fifty years, and after a hundred years, I have just got a glimpse of the mysteries and can cast spells smoothly......" The old man in the red robe had an unbearable expression on his face. Due to the very different understandings of power, companions such as "evil spirits" quickly grasp the mysteries of magic, while people like him or "Crimson" are natural warriors who must put in more effort if they want to switch to magic.

"The matter of soul transfer...... "Fadreva still remembers.

"You prepare a body in advance, and when that day comes, I will personally help you get a new life. Van Schinkel smiled softly and agreed.

"It's ready. Fadreva looked down at the pavilion where Turanze and Allegri were.

My dear students, you still have value in using it.

******

Green River Valley.

After King Nacini descended from the mountain. Rushed directly to the small town of Anfen.

The changes in the valley of the Herseus River frightened the young Duke of Borriello and he did not sleep for half the night. Hearing that the king was coming alone, although he was a little puzzled, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly led everyone out to greet him.

King Konachini. Just a few simple orders, ordered him to stick to the Green River Valley, and left again. However, in order to recuperate, he chose to take a carriage ride this time, and brought a team of escort knights with him.

The group went out of the city to the south, and when night fell, they had already arrived at the mouth of the Green River Valley.

"Your Majesty, do you want to camp here?" asked a knight. At the mouth of the Green River Valley, there are checkpoints and barracks, and if you spend the night here, you will not sleep in the wilderness.

"No, overnight. After a few moments, the voice of King Nacini came from inside the carriage. He was tired and sleepy, so he took a nap.

"Yes. The knight took the order, urging his men to speed up. can follow the king to the front. It was a much-wanted opportunity, and he had to do it well.

The sound of horses' hooves. Heading south, no one noticed that there was a cloud floating across the sky.

"The Grand Commander has asked us to support you before you are cut down by mortals," the red-haired girl said grinningly. "Hey, I'm here, what else do you have to be afraid of, you have to hide behind the clouds. ”

"How can you reveal your whereabouts when a big war is imminent?" Gabriel glanced down. Casually replied.

"What war?" Shariye's eyes lit up, and he immediately became interested.

"Raid the Green River Valley," Gabriel retracted his gaze and introduced in detail, "I have understood, this is the main material transit place for Snowton's southern expeditionary army, and a large amount of ordnance, grain and grass are stored. ”

"The three of us, going to set fires?" Shaliya pouted, "Do you want to exhaust me?"

"As early as noon today, I sent a 'letter of feather' to the commander, asking him to lead his troops to help," Gabriel looked like he was holding the pearl of wisdom, "and waited patiently, at most three hours, they could arrive at the battlefield." ”

"What kind of battlefield is this, the defenders of the warehouse are all old, weak, sick and disabled," Shaliya snorted, "if you want me to say, let's rush down now, kill them all, and when the Great Commander comes, let him lead people to set fires." ”

"Don't make trouble, the king of the Northern Barbarians has not gone far. Gabriel shook his head in rejection.

"Just kill him," Sharier licked his lips, "then the Snowdon South Expedition will be leaderless." ”

"The Grand Commander is not here, if he wants to escape, can you catch up?" Gabriel asked rhetorically, only the "Temple of Order" of Cyprius could possibly trap a legendary powerhouse.

"With you, at least you won't be lost. The red-haired girl still didn't give up on the idea.

"This realm is different from the 'Kingdom of Light,' there is a division between day and night," explains Farrell, who had remained silent, for Gabriel, "and at night, his 'search for light' is unusable. ”

"That's right. Gabriel took out the silver mirror from his bosom and shook it in front of the little girl, but it was dark and unresponsive.

"Forget it," Shariya said with a snort, "Farrell, every time you turn to him!"

"What are you talking about," the black-haired girl blushed and hurriedly defended, "It's obvious that every time, you are unreasonable." ”

"I don't listen, I don't listen," said Shalier, shaking her head and finding a new toy, and with a "I'll take a look over there," she rode off to the northwest in the valley of the Herseus.

******

A bloated team, dragging their families with their mouths, gradually descended into the wilderness.

"Mr. Furtlin, how is he, brother?" asked Dargnan, as he stood by the carriage, worried. After he got rid of Mastul, the Herseus Valley was mostly buried, and no matter what he did, it would be useless.

In desperation, Dargnan had no choice but to find Brooke and organize an escape with him. But not long after leaving the city, the old magician, who had been in the snow all night, fell to the ground, and still did not wake up.

The gray-haired old doctor was helped out of the carriage by him, shook his head and sighed, "It's not optimistic...... He was already old, and he was hit by this, so he had to stay in bed to recuperate and slowly recuperate, but now, how can he have that condition. ”

"I'll figure it out. Dargnan frowned and thought about it, but for a while, he couldn't do anything.

"Brother Ados, let me ask more," Fortling asked in a low voice when he saw that there was no one left and right, "Master Brooke said that the Snowton army will take revenge on the river valley, but why? ”

"It wasn't until the end that Brother Brooke found out, and by that time King Narcini was gone," Dargnon sighed, "and no matter how it is explained, the Snowdons will not believe it, so we can only prepare for the worst." ”

"Even so, Snowton's army is far away, so why not stay a few more days?" Furtrin still didn't quite understand, "Could it be that they can still grow wings, and they can't fly here?"

"Sir doesn't know, after the capture of Ljajci, the king of Nacini led his troops back north, and I estimate that I am about to enter the territory of Anlan," said Dargnan as he walked, "They are cavalry, but we are slow, if we leave a few days later, we are likely to be caught up by the tail, and we must not gamble with our lives." ”

"Anlan people...... What an immature wolf cub!" Hearing him talk about An Lan, the old doctor scolded angrily. Before they even set off, the townspeople almost fought. It wasn't because Snowton, the few Snowtons, had already fled to the Green River Valley, but because the people who learned the truth broke out in conflict with the Anlan immigrants who had moved in, and in the end, Brooke came forward to calm down and urge everyone to leave quickly.

As for those Anlan people, they were abandoned by everyone and left to fend for themselves. There are also some residents who do not believe what Brooke says, and choose to stay, gambling their luck.

"Ados, the old man and the children, some can't walk. The crescent-eyed swordsman ran over quickly and said.

"Encamp, rest. Dargnan ordered, this team, can travel dozens of miles a day, which is already the limit.

With the help of the swordsman battalion, the tired people forced themselves to pitch their tents and fetch water and make food. Dargnan made his rounds and stopped on the outermost hills to stand guard for them.

Suddenly, in the darkness, there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves. Dargnan could tell that there was only one rider who came, and he couldn't help but wonder slightly. Could it be that someone changed their mind and caught up?

"Master Brooke?" beckoned tentatively as he turned his back to the firelight, unable to tell the difference for a moment.

"Andrey, why are you here?" Dargnan felt a warm heart, after all, there are still people who will not abandon the river valley.

… (To be continued......)

PS: (It's so comfortable...... ）