The crescent moon becomes a crescent moon, and the crescent moon gradually bulges.

The wind blew from the Northeast Heath, swept across the vast meadows of the Eastern Mountains, brushed the verdant canopy of the Whispering Forest, and then turned over the cast-iron mountains all the way south. The cold air mass occupies the entire northern land, and the Lion Mountain west of Benwolf Plains has been snowing lightly, but the first snow in the south should have to wait for some time.

November 12, Herseus Valley.

As a great mage of the wind system, Turanze didn't like to feel stuffy, and he rode in an open-top carriage, so he could see the towering magic tower from a distance.

"It's finally here......" he breathed a sigh of relief, remembering Christina's command, and lowered his head to recite a few incantations. Between the big sleeves and drumming, transparent wind birds scattered and flew away, alerting the surrounding movements.

"Master," Rubiang, the leader of the caravan, leaned over and asked softly, "Would you like to send someone to deliver the name card first?"

"To whom? Allegri, I don't think he's back yet?" Turanzer asked rhetorically, retracting his gaze.

"He hasn't come back yet, but he's already on his way, and in two or three days at most he can get back to the Herseus Valley," Rubiog replied in a whisper, "Before he arrives, there is only one high-ranking Fire Fabrok in the valley, and with his ability, he will not be able to detect the strangeness of the caravan cargo, so we must take advantage of this time to enter the valley." ”

"Then, hand over the name card immediately. Turanze nodded, and pulled out a badge from his bosom, carved from a blue-blue magic crystal, and decorated with Mithril silk to outline the pattern of the basic wind rune.

"Good. Rubiang turned to greet his subordinates, and just took a step, a sudden "Slow" suddenly came from behind him. He looked back in confusion to find Turanze frowning slightly, looking at the hillsides on either side.

"What's wrong. Master?" Rubion asked, walking back.

"You don't have to send it, someone will pick it up. Turanze sat upright, his cyan mage's robes fluttering in the wind.

As he said, a figure on the hillside approached quickly, and soon stood in the middle of the post road. He asked, "Where did you come from, and what did you do to the valley of the Herseus?"

"Wind Sect, under the 'Sky Palace', the superior mage Turanze," Turanze introduced himself in a solemn tone, "Come and visit the Fire Sect, the owner of the 'Fire Rider' lineage. Master Allegri. ”

During this time, as the elite archer of the "Blue Coated Long Shot" unit stationed here, Alda also met many strange people. But it was the first time that a great magician came in person. He rubbed the feather at the end of the arrow, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.

"Please give this object to Master Allegri for viewing, he will understand. Turanze stretched out his hand, and Rubiang held the magic crystal badge in his hand. A azure sheen rippled, then floated in the air.

Cyan-blue badge. Like a cloud, it slowly drifted towards Alda. In this process, the concise Mithril lines were quickly extracted and intertwined, and a three-dimensional palace skeleton diagram was constructed out of thin air.

Above the clouds, the temple of the sky. Exquisite, like a work of art in the hands of an elven craftsman

It's hard to imagine how those delicate lines can accomplish such a complex work. But that's the magic of magic, and onlookers have seen it happen. I couldn't help but be dumbfounded. Alda, on the other hand, was even more at a loss, not knowing how to bring it back. After all, on the surface, this temple model is fragile, and I am afraid that if I touch it, it will fall apart.

"You go and it will follow. Turanze smiled slightly and said indifferently. This badge is not an extraordinary item, but it is one of the tokens of the "Temple of the Sky" genre. That pattern is actually a design of a magic tower, and among the towers built from it, the most prestigious one should be the Tower of the Wind among the Nine Towers.

"Everyone, please wait. Alda nodded and left, the badge three meters behind her, keeping a short distance.

When he walked through the small town in the river valley, he caused a sensation, and many passers-by pointed and were curious.

On the post road to the south of the river valley, more than a dozen people stood on the side of the road, waiting for the arrival of Turanze, the great mage of the wind system.

The leaders are the archon Onesha and the high-ranking fire Fa Brook. Due to the identity of the other party's magician, the accompanying people are all magic teachers in the river valley, mainly middle and high-level.

"In the Middle Ages, there was a lot of academic exchange between magical factions, and cross-school spell cooperation was one of the hottest topics in the Magic Empire......," Brooke said to Onessa with an excited face, and the presence of great magicians to communicate is enough to prove the attractiveness of the river valley. The other magicians also knew about this, and they discussed it very hotly.

"Patriarch Herseus's wish is to build the river valley into a magical mecca on the continent," Brooke's eyes showed a look of nostalgia, "and the teacher is also ready to set up a magic academy after the war is over, if this master Turanze can become the mentor of the academy, it would be great." ”

"So let's not be lazy," said Onisha, "and in two or three days, Allegri will be back, and let him talk about it then." ”

Brooke nodded, seeing the expectant expression on the girl's face, the last trace of worry in his heart was completely thrown out of the clouds. Ever since Bai Ji's disappearance, Illor has always been a little abnormal and suspicious. How could Her Highness Onisha have such a desire for the teacher's return?

As we spoke, the convoy approached. The blue-clothed archer who led the way bowed and disappeared into the mountains and forests again. Turanze's eyes swept and saw that the other party was waiting, so he hurriedly got out of the carriage and stepped forward.

"Master Turanzer. Brooke took off his pointed hat and gave a mage salute. In the wizarding world, it is normal for gray-haired old men to salute young people.

Turanze also took off his hat and saluted back, his eyes swept over Onisha next to him, and he paused subconsciously. Compared with the eldest princess Christina, the Archduke An Lan is slightly less colorful, but she is a little more delicate, and there is a little heroism in the weakness, which is more beautiful and moving.

"Master, please come here. Brooke graciously invited, and Onessa looked at the convoy behind him and asked, "Master, these are ......?"

"Some magic materials," Turanze said casually, "I want to make some exchange with you, I wonder if that?"

"Of course," Onisha agreed before Brooke could respond, "the so-called communication is about communication." ”

... (To be continued......)

PS: (One more.) ）