The thunderous explosion suppressed the firelight, and the noise and crying spread far away in the night.

Ten miles, hundreds of miles, and even hundreds of miles away, a faint sound was heard, and Vilanuo, who was sitting in the tent, got up even more quickly, but was silent for a long time.

He paced back and forth, frowning and pondering, with a look of hesitation. After a long time, the old magician finally made up his mind, lifted the curtain, and went to the king's tent not far away.

The snow was much smaller, and the salt-grained snow fell on his long gray hair, which inexplicably had a sense of gloom.

"Who—Master?" said the guard, who was only halfway through his question, and bowed, "the king has fallen asleep. ”

"I know," said Viranoo, nodding his head, "but there is an urgent matter that has to do with the overall situation of the military state, and must be decided by the king himself. ”

At the same time, Cattroman also came from the other side, wearing only a robe and a long blood-drinking knife at his waist.

Seeing that the old magician was also there, he only nodded slightly, obviously not surprised.

"General, do you feel it too?" asked Villanoo, turning.

"A strong tremor from the direction of the Herseus Valley," replied Cattroman in a low voice, "I remember that the Master set up a circle there, do you know what happened?"

"The king asked the general and the master to enter the account and talk. Before the old magician could reply, the chamberlain had already sent out the account and invited.

Cartroman and Vilaneo looked at each other and followed the chamberlain into the king's tent. The sleepy-eyed King Nacini sat in front of his desk, on a map of the continent. Gesture with the palm of your hand.

"It's the Herseus Valley," said Villanoo, taking a few steps forward. "From that direction, I felt strong fluctuations in mana, and the defensive circle I had set up was also destroyed. ”

King Nacini raised his head suddenly, stared at him, and asked in a deep voice, "Which line of magic fluctuations is it?"

"Fire. with the wind. Villanoo replied slowly, then added, "Fire." ”

The master thought. Is it Allegri?" King Nacini was stunned for a long time before asking.

"There is no other explanation, Your Majesty. Vilano said solemnly. "At this point, we must prepare for the worst. ”

King Nacini sighed, and he threw up his head and closed his eyes, not believing it.

"It could also be a sneak attack by the enemy, and Allegri will come to protect the 'Path of the Lightwalker'. Although he didn't like Allegri very much, Carter Roman's offer another possibility.

"Fire magic is not good at protecting, it's at destruction. Vilano shook his head and said in dismay. "If my feelings are correct, that magic fluctuation should be the result of hundreds of magic arrays exploding at the same time...... I don't think it's necessary to use the 'Magic Array' against a small group of enemies......"

"How far is it from the Herseus Valley?" interrupted King Nacini when he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Six hundred miles. Carter Romans immediately replied that he knew geography well and was the self-cultivation of a commander.

"All right," said King Nachini, glancing at them, "General, Master, go back and make some preparations, and in five minutes the three of us will set out for the valley of the Herseus." ”

******

In the Storm Forge the flames, the flames gradually change color.

From orange to red, it changed to a strange blue and red, and then the red faded, and clusters of small blue and white flames gently licked the dragon eggs, and at the same time injected a large amount of wind and fire magic into it.

Some of them came from the magic crystals and magic materials embedded in the circle, some from the wind mage Turanze, and some from Allegri who collapsed to the ground.

Within the confines of the "sky", Turanzer is the absolute master. This great array, in some ways, is equivalent to his realm. What's more, Allegri also took the "Lead", which is the inheritance secret medicine of the "Sky Temple", and it took almost a thousand years to extract a precious drop.

It is a poison that can act directly on the spiritual force, and then separate the soul from the body from the inside out. A clever magician can control the words and deeds of the poisoned through magic leads. In the Middle Ages, such mages were known as "illusionists" and were a hybrid genre of wind and arcane.

The formless and insubstantial "Wind Lead" sprouted from Turanze's fingertips and was attached to Allegri. However, after the explosion, he focused on manipulating the "Storm Furnace", so he put the matter aside for the time being, in order to ripen the dragon egg as soon as possible and unfold the full form of "Ten Thousand Miles in the Sky".

However, to outsiders, Allegri seemed to have fallen to the ground because of the exhaustion of his magic power, and Onisha's gaze was close at the touch of a button, but Brooke reacted and got up and walked, trying to get close to the big array and help his teacher.

"If you know each other, don't move. But at this moment, a killing intent enveloped him in the distance, and the red-robed old man jumped down the hill, gliding down the ground like a big bat, blocking in front of him.

"Teacher him, he ...... What's wrong?" Brooke shivered, and his hairs stood on end. The other party's eyes were bloodthirsty and cold, not at all like a polite old-school nobleman.

"He's fine, if you don't want to cause unnecessary casualties, you can finally restrain them. "Duke Van Schinkel pointed at him, and hundreds of swordsmen had arrived here, arrayed and ready to attack at any moment.

Brooke thought about it, gritted his teeth, and turned to meet him. As Van Sinkel said, he was a Setstitian, and he didn't care about the Snowton Empire, nor did he want the children of the River Valley to die unprovoked in the conflict between the two sides.

"Stupid people, too, useful. Looking at the old magician's back, the old duke chuckled softly. Most people wouldn't believe him if he had publicly claimed Allegri's rebellion, but if he had deceived Brooke and said the same thing from his mouth, the effect would have been completely different.

Further, hearing this news, the military and civilians of the valley must be divided into two factions, those loyal to the Snowton Empire and those who support Allegri himself, and their opposition is enough to make Brooke anxious. I don't have time to take care of the "Ten Thousand Miles in the Sky" array.

"By the way, what about Rubian?" asked Van Schinkel casually, remembering that he had sent Rubio against Brooke. One of the elite spies he trained himself. The person with the title of "Rose Thorn" has not even disposed of a bad old man, and there is no news until now.

"The leader hasn't come back yet," a secret agent next to him asked in a respectful voice, "My lord, do you need your subordinates to find him?"

"Forget it. Van Schinkel waved his hand and ordered, "Go and give orders." Start it all, kill people, set fires, and create chaos as much as possible. ”

******

"Kill!"

A word burst out of Dargnan's mouth. Dual-wielding ice blades. Dancing like a wheel.

"This doesn't suit your fighting style, is it in a hurry?" Mastur still smiled, but he knew in his heart that he had done everything he could to barely entangle the other party.

Dargnan sneered in return, and although he was a little flustered at first, he had a calm personality and quickly returned to normal. Performance at this time. Just to paralyze the other party in order to make a contribution in one fell swoop.

Mastul's sword slashes. The azure sword qi gushed out, full of length and length, and the circumference of several meters around the body was covered with a touch of murderous intent.

The martial arts inheritance of the Sword Master focuses most on the "way of speed and slowness", and in the midst of the stormy offensive, he still maintains a calm demeanor of leisurely walking. However, Mastur was active by nature, and had been immersed in the "fast sword" for many years, often swinging one sword, and before it reached the end, the other sword would continue to rise, endlessly, and the gap between the sword moves was extremely narrow.

Dargnan tossed and turned in this small space, and on several occasions was even affected by the sword qi. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, condensed the "Ice Shield" to resist, and then took the opportunity to fight in close quarters.

"Ha, you don't think I'm not good at close combat, do you?" Mastur smiled dumbly, and slightly adjusted the way he held the sword, getting closer to the sword, and the sword was more dangerous.

"What do you think?" asked Dargnon rhetorically, the faint white mist that swirled around him suddenly retracted.

Mastul's whole body was suddenly covered with a layer of white frost, and under the influence of this, he always had a sense of sluggishness when swinging his sword, and there was no smoothness of harmony.

The more high-level martial artists are, the more they can feel this shortcoming, because what they are pursuing is the ultimate control of their own strength. Mastur knew that he had to use his strength to dispel the frost, but Dalgnan, who was too late, would not let him do it.

Even though the time is only a short second, the killer of "Wolf Poison Flower" is good at seizing the flaw and killing the target in a single breath.

"Well, don't blame me for being rude!" Mastur shouted, but a louder voice came from behind, a series of explosions, as if something had been blown up.

At this moment, Dargnan's face became extremely bad, he took two steps back, turned his head to look, and saw a stream of fire rolling, and then the glow of magic reflected in the sky, condensing cyan runes one after another.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mastur quickly dispersed the hoarfrost, he paused, but still greeted loudly, "Hey, you let me take a step, I will let you take a step, count three more times, I will make a move!"

"Please. Dalgnan let go of his hands, and the two blades of ice fell to the ground. He stood with his hands down, took a deep breath, and there was a chill in his sky-blue eyes.

Mastur was stunned, and instead used his sword in both hands, his feet apart, his knees slightly bent, and his upper body leaned forward, like a goshawk's majestic gaze.

The next moment, his long sword slashed out, the speed was abnormally slow, but within a radius of ten meters, the wind was fierce, and the fallen leaves on the ground rolled up, flying in waves.

Dargnon didn't move at all, but the cold air around him was like a cloud, and he looked personable and looked very good.

"Cut!" Mastul spat and pushed forward as he fell, blue energy gushing out from the blade, and the fallen leaves infused with energy also became sharp as knives, spinning and cutting past.

Facing the flying leaves in the sky, like a tide of sword momentum, Dargnon suddenly roared, clenched his hands into fists, and struck out heavily.

The two were fighting fiercely in the forest, but this punch was blasted, and the snow fell from the trees, and Mastul's vision was suddenly foggy.

It's nothing, a skilled warrior who can sense the enemy's position. Mastul's eyes narrowed slightly, the tips of his ears twitched, and he tried to find out where the other was, but after a few moments, he found nothing.

Dalgnan seemed to disappear into the fluttering snowflakes, leaving not even a trace of breath.

He...... Escaping? Mastur thought about it and felt that something was wrong, he held his breath and concentrated, his long sword swirled around his body, and several sword qi flew out in all directions, but it passed through without hindrance and slashed at the trunks of the surrounding trees.

"If you don't come out, then I'll go?" Mastur is a slippery head, so he will not give up the initiative to the other party, in this case, the best way is to run away, so as not to be suspicious, low momentum, but by the enemy's sneak attack.

There was no answer, the forest was quiet, and the atmosphere was eerie, which made people's hearts numb.

Sure enough, it is a killer, and in the end it is still necessary to use this kind of sneaky means, Mastur complained, put the long sword on his shoulder, and walked away without hesitation.

Before he could take the first step, the wind and snow and fallen leaves suddenly froze in the air, and the connected snowflakes were frozen together. Mastur could even see that the spreading ice crystals were crystal clear and refracted by the fire in the distance.

No, no, why am I thinking about this?

Mastur was slightly stunned, only to realize that his movements had also stagnated, as if the entire space had been frozen, including his body and mind.

The time was short, about a third of a second, but it was enough for Dalgnan.

He was the only one in this frozen space who could move. On a two-meter-high branch, snowflakes condensed, and Dargnan took shape, swept forward, and rushed straight to Mastul, who was standing still.

The next moment, he reached behind the other party, and his two fingers poked out, holding a thin and sharp ice blade between his fingers.

"Cut!" For the first time since the start of the war, Mastur's eyes showed a look of panic. He roared, and the "Passing Water" sword slashed diagonally in front of him, slashing into the void air.

At the same time as the ice blade touched his back, a circle of water rippled out, and the rippling sword qi was as gentle as a lover's eye wave.

Dargnan stabbed the ice blade into Mastul's vest with the power of his fingertips, while he himself leaped backwards, trying to avoid his opponent's dying throes.

But he failed, and the sword qi spread out in all directions, and everything he touched was not spared. The undulating snow was ploughed and the tall trees were cut in half, and Dargnan was hammered in the chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

He snorted and fell backwards to the ground, all his strength was crushed, and he wanted to move but couldn't.

Mastul, on the other hand, was like being spit out by an ice dragon, stiffening and trembling.

It was a lose-lose battle and the first collision between two young talents.

… (To be continued......)

PS: (Stealing a day of laziness, resume updating as usual.) ）