There is always such a person around us.

Their existence is a matter of course and does not require any reason.

We ate and lived together, chatting and laughing casually, gaging unscrupulously, and even complaining sarcastically about each other, but we had no scruples.

Time is passing, but the feelings between each other are still not strong, just like clear water. It doesn't seem to need any cherishing or bothering to maintain it, and it will always exist.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this kind of naturalness that we never worry about his departure.

Until one day, he suddenly disappeared.

At this time, you will really find out what an important position he occupies in your heart. Those jokes and scolding that you once regarded as ordinary have suddenly become the most precious treasures in your heart. You begin to miss, you begin to get lost, you begin to yearn for the familiar figure that once came to lap you on the shoulder again.

However, everything is gone.

Allegri watched in a daze as the old figure fell from the sky, his soul blank.

At this time, he realized how much influence Herseus had on him. The sound and smile are still there, and every ordinary conversation is surprisingly vivid and vivid, and it is noisy and noisy in his soul.

But no matter how noisy it is, it can't make up for that hole.

He subconsciously stretched out his hands, as if trying to catch something.

But the old magician did not fall to the ground, his figure was still in mid-air, and began to gradually dissipate. His image was just a magic array, and it didn't weigh any weight.

In the eyes of the people, the last wisp of soul fire was completely extinguished, and only pieces of dust were scattered.

And his hands were still empty, not even a piece of dust was left.

Allegri rubbed his eyes subconsciously. It seems unbelievable what is happening right in front of you.

"Allegri......" Evelola's soft voice sounded in the distance, and she wanted to comfort Allegri, but she didn't know how to speak.

Allegri did not respond.

The dragon eagle flapped its wings lightly and circled in the air, and the red glow in the sky gradually dissipated, leaving only the bright canopy in the distance to collapse into countless fragments.

Late autumn twilight. The sunset is infinite.

******

"Bang"!

There was a loud bang in the distance, and the Colossus of Light, which had exhausted its strength, collapsed with a bang.

The "Stone Pope" slowly descended to the platform, his bare body covered with faint cracks, and his hands and arms were also broken, obviously the consumption of that blow was also a big burden for him. On the platform on both sides of him, the priests who formed the Divine Array collapsed on the ground one after another, and a small number even fell unconscious.

"Mentor, how are you?" Innedil struggled to his feet, looking worriedly at the stone statue barely holding on.

"Let's do it quickly. The stone statue groaned for a moment and said in a low voice, "The owner of the magic tower seems to have returned, but the power in the magic tower has been exhausted, and I am still enough to suppress it." ”

"Allegri, the owner of the Magic Tower?" said Innedir as he glanced at the dragon eagle hovering in the northern sky, gritting his teeth.

In this attack, most of the elite army under his command was lost, and the stone statue was even more damaged to this extent. It made him angry to the extreme.

Somebody, however, was even angrier than he was.

Anger to a kind of oppressive calm.

"Catch up. Allegri whispered behind him. The tone was monotonous to the extreme, and I couldn't hear any of it. But Evelola could hear the sadness, and she did not hesitate to drive the dragon eagle and immediately flew towards the mouth of the valley.

"My lord, let's go too. Illo, who also looked sad, hurriedly urged. Overkille nodded, and the dragon eagle followed far behind.

On the platform at the mouth of the valley, Innedir reluctantly blessed himself with a strengthening magic spell, cheered up, and began to gather the soldiers. Reorganize your formation and prepare for the next and most difficult attack.

The opponent's magic tower power was already running out, and only a few hundred remnants were barely able to survive. His own fighters are more than ten times more than theirs, and at such a moment when both sides are exhausted, it is enough to play a decisive role. Even if Allegri was a great magician, there was nothing he could do in the face of such a mess.

What's more, his mentor still has enough strength to suppress him.

Inedil took a deep breath, and the final battle to determine the outcome had only just begun.

******

The remnants of the army were withdrawn and regrouped again.

There were six thousand troops left under Innedir's army that could participate in the battle, and under his command, the formation of the attack was once again set up.

The long sword is unsheathed, the spear is lined up, and the blade points to the magic tower and the path of the lightwalker in the north.

The magic tower with dim magic patterns, hundreds of mercenary group soldiers who had no way out, Dios relied on the support of the long sword to barely stand up, and his bloodstained face was full of determination.

It was not the Holy See's army that took the lead in attacking. Two dragon eagles flapped their wings and flew towards the mouth of the valley.

"Riding alone?" Innedil stared for a moment, and found that there were only a few people, and couldn't help but snort coldly, "Do you think that you are also a legend?"

He stepped forward and shouted, "Set up your position, archers prepare!"

Although the other party is a little supportive, Innedir will not take it lightly. More than 1,000 cavalry archers on both sides quickly spread out their formations, mounted their bows and arrows, and prepared to attack. Such a dense accumulation of shots is enough to inflict a devastating blow on the opponent.

"Get as close as you can, but be careful of the opposing archers. Allegri was no fool either, and he gave a faint remonstrance, straightened up, and began to chant in a low, slow manner.

The elven girl nodded, as a high-ranking ranger, her understanding of bows and arrows was far superior to that of riding archers. Shooting in the air is not good for archers, and the best way to dodge such shots is to pull them up. The dragon eagle leaned back slightly, quickly widened the distance between its wings, and soared near the opponent's farthest range. At the same time, with a wave of her hand, a shield of the Moon God Technique was also blessed on Long Ying's body, providing another layer of insurance.

Innedir's strength was all poured into the statue. Seeing that the other party stayed at the edge of the range and chanted and cast spells, he hurriedly asked for help,

"Mentor, he's starting to cast spells, and he's still out of range. ”

"Out of range?" the statue commanded, after a moment's thought. "Order the archers to aim, and I'll bless the magic. ”

Innedil understood, and the arrows of the horsemen moved slightly, aiming at the dragon eagle in the sky.

At the same time, a holy white aura spread out from the foot of the stone statue, rippling like a tide. The ordinary white feather arrows on the horn bow were suddenly covered with a layer of white sharp light.

The next moment, the white light burst out, and the arrows rained down!

These arrows that have been blessed with divine magic. The range has more than doubled, and the power is even surpassed!

Caught off guard, the dragon eagle in the sky was suddenly shot by hundreds of long arrows one after another. The moonlight's shield held tightly for a few seconds before it crumbled into countless pieces.

Unexpectedly, the other party had such a move, Evelola couldn't help but exclaim, and hurriedly manipulated the dragon eagle to make evasive moves. But the density of the arrows was so dense that a few arrows grazed the dragon eagle and slid past, and it was about to be shot down.

At this critical moment. The other magic shield slammed open!

In the distance, Overkill's hands stretched out, maintaining the transparent and tough shield. When the arrow hits a magic shield that contains powerful wind magic. Twisted and scattered.

Evecula let out a sigh of relief and glanced at Overkille gratefully.

The elven mage nodded slightly with grace, and the magic shield he maintained with all his strength was enough to support Allegri until he finished casting the spell. At the same time, Illo and Evelola began to fight back at the same time, condescending to take advantage of the height. Their arrows do not need to be blessed with any spells, and they can kill and injure Papal soldiers from ground to ground.

However, it is impossible to inflict essential damage on the other side with such an attack, and all they do is to delay time for Alleghe.

Allegri closed his eyes tightly and gradually took over control of the entire Violet Tower, sighing slightly in his heart. The situation in the magic tower was even worse than he had imagined. There was not much energy left, and even the magic lines on the tower's body had dimmed, like burned charcoal.

Allegri hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth, he couldn't care so much at this time!

"Throw all the crystals into it!" Allegri's voice rang in Brooke's ears, and the stunned old mage hurriedly stood up, and staggered towards the fifth floor.

Of course, he knew the consequences of this move, but in his heart, he unconditionally supported Allegri's decision.

The magic pattern slowly lit up again, and the energy furnace burned brightly!

Allegri raised his hands in the air, and a great storm brewed in the sky with furious magic!

******

In this way, in front of the army of six thousand, Allegri raised his hands high and began to chant loudly.

The mysterious magic spell slowly echoed in the air, and the soldiers of the Holy See, who had suffered enough, took a step back with some fear.

"What does he want to do?" Innedil was also slightly stunned, but he didn't think that an archmage could do much harm, especially at a time when this kind of magic tower was almost exhausted.

"Could it be that he wants to destroy us with the power of one man?" he snorted coldly, turning to look at the stone statue, waiting for the Mentor's judgment.

"It's just a high-ranking spell......," the Stone Pope observed carefully, with a hint of hesitation in his tone, "However, how can the magic tower show signs of resuming operation." ”

"Really?" Innedil asked, "to what extent?"

"Such an overload will only make the magic tower completely collapse, what a madman," the "Stone Pope" shook his head slightly, and said in a cold voice, "A high-ranking magician dares to run rampant in front of me...... Innedir, I'll deal with him, and you lead the army to settle the battle!"

"Yes. Inedil bowed slightly, stepped off the platform, and turned on his horse.

The archers were still suppressing the two dragon eagles in the air, and the rich light power on the platform behind them began to surge again.

The flag was raised again, and the 5,000 troops behind Innedil marched towards the rear battlefield! (To be continued......

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