Once upon a time, the legendary professionals on the mainland, as an important symbol of whether the power was strong or not, were mostly concentrated in the two major forces of the confrontation between the north and the south. In its heyday, the Church of Light had as many as five legendary professionals at the same time, and it firmly occupied the first position in the continent in terms of numbers, which was unshakable.

And the Snowton Empire, which is at loggerheads, is not far behind, and the destructive power of the four legendary warriors on the battlefield is outrageous, which is simply a nightmare for the soldiers of the "Holy Alliance".

"Lord of Thunder" Leo Snowton, "Skystriker" Leohard, "Blood Drinker" Carter Roman, and the last remaining peerless powerhouse of the Empire, Duke Drano.

Although in recent years, the old duke has lived in seclusion in the castle, but he is no stranger to the people of the empire. As a hero of the previous generation of the empire, his name has been recited throughout the empire for decades, he led the "purple electric light horse" sleeping iron horse Binghe, and the glorious achievements of three long attacks on the enemy army are even more well-known, and everyone knows.

After decades of conquest, the old duke had already returned to the field without asking about the world, ready to enjoy his old age in peace. But a few years ago, the death of his son "Iron Handsome" Hansent made him very angry, and he was extremely resentful of the "Thunder King", but he was helpless. Disheartened, he handed over most of his territory and the "Purple Electric Light Cavalry" to his grandson Nacini, and disappeared from view.

Today, he reappeared.

Dozens of remnants of cavalry, a veteran, drove their horses straight into Norman City, until they stepped on the road leading to the palace and trampled on the remnants of flowers, and then they met the first guard.

But as usual, no one dared to step forward to resist, because on his chest was the silver-trimmed "Golden Hibiscus Military Emblem". Counting it carefully, it is exactly six petals.

With a black cloak, pale white hair, and a slightly worn military uniform, the old duke could only rely on steely willpower to keep his upper body straight after a long journey.

The soldiers of the Praetorian Guard bowed wordlessly, and retreated respectfully to both sides of the road. The populace also fell silent. Watch as the former hero marches forward with his head held high. These audiences, mainly in their twenties and forties, are the generation that grew up listening to the name and legend of the general, and the older ones even experienced his invincible years.

Delanor rode forward until he reached the front of the stage, dozens of paces from King Nacini.

He reined in the reins, and the black war horse stopped, and dozens of pro-soldiers behind him followed his movements. Each of these veterans who are over sixty years old, each of them can catch up with everyone in the field with their military exploits.

Deranor's gaze was as cold as ice and snow, and he glanced at the monarch on the platform. After pouring into Carter Roman, he said calmly, "You dare to try it." ”

Carter Roman didn't dare.

When he joined the army, the old man in front of him, who was over eighty years old, was still the commander-in-chief of the imperial army, a presence he had to look up to, a strong man who could rejoice for days when he could get a compliment from him.

The panting Kudran reluctantly rushed up from behind, standing with his hands down but having nothing to say.

Same with those soldiers. He didn't dare to stop him either, and the old duke didn't even look at him. Unlike Carter Roman. Kudran experienced the most glorious period of De Lanor, and even on several occasions he was personally recommended or promoted by the old duke, in a sense, this is his mentor.

"Althea, come to Grandpa......" He ignored them and turned his head to greet his granddaughter. The voice is gentle.

Althea glanced at Illo, nodded, and walked slowly in front of Drano with her head bowed. The audience was silent, this was not her wedding. Nor is it a place where she should stay.

"I told you when your father died," the old duke leaned down, stroked Aithea's hair affectionately, and whispered, "That's what I told you, that the emperor's heart is cold, and if Nacini becomes king one day, it would be better not to put too much hope in it." ”

"Yes, Grandpa. Althea replied in a low voice.

Nacini's lips moved, and he took a few steps forward and whispered, "Grandpa, you're here." ”

The old duke ignored him, bowed his head and continued, "Do you think that things are really that simple? If your father is still here, his military strategy will naturally be able to support you, but now? Your parents died early, needless to say, I am even more of a useless old man who has already been buried in the ground, and even the 'Purple Electric Light Horse' has been eliminated in the system. You say, why do you take it for granted?"

"Lord Duke......" Kudran next to him glanced at Nacini's face, and finally walked up.

"What's the matter?" the old man looked up and stared at him.

"Boss, you've traveled a long way, so it's better to get off your horse and rest first. Kudran racked his brains to persuade.

"No," the old duke waved his hand and said coldly, "I'll leave right away." ”

He leaned over and pulled Althea into his arms, and whispered, "Let's go, Althea, go home with grandpa." ”

Turning the horse's head slightly, Nacini hurriedly took two steps forward and said, "Grandpa......"

The old duke lowered his hand, looked at his grandson for the first time, and lowered his voice, which only a few people such as Nacini and Kudran, who were relatively close, could hear clearly,

"Nacini, what else is there to say. How did my father and son treat the empire? For decades, they have been loyal to the country, and they have repeatedly saved defeats, and they have fought bloody and bitter battles, which are innumerable. But for the sake of an Elendil city, your old foolish father actually killed Hansent...... What have I done by handing over all my territory and army to you? It's not that I thought that my father and son's efforts would finally be repaid in Althea, I am old and frail, and I want to leave a hope and a place of refuge for my only granddaughter. But...... And now, what else can you say to me?"

Kudran stepped forward and said with some shame, "Boss, it's all my fault for picking up the king's ......."

"It's none of your business," the old duke waved his hand and reprimanded, I am afraid that the only person in this world who can speak to the old general Kudran in this tone is the one in front of him. The old duke glanced at Nacini and shook his head coldly, "Only blame myself, farewell." ”

He turned the horse's head, thought for a moment, tore off the military badge on his chest, threw it on the ground, and beat the horse away.

The soldiers behind him did the same, following the figure of the old duke, staying back and forth, but only a quarter of an hour.

The sound of hooves and the tapping, and away again, there were dozens of silver hibiscus military insignia in front of Nacini, the least three petals, the most six. It was a vast military feat that struggled out of the mountains of corpses and a sea of blood, but now it was falling like a withered leaf.

On the square, the Si people are far away, and only golden flowers remain.

And, of course, there is an Illo.

Allegri's magical control gradually extended from the topmost "Domain Scepter" to the bottom, and the progress was getting faster and faster. Just like a tower, the magic power poured into the magic patterns inlaid in the tower, and his control became more and more skillful.

The Soul Imprint has completely encroached on the "Control Hub", then the "Domain Scepter", the "Energy Furnace", and the "Half-Plane Warehouse" on the fourth level......

When he reached the second floor, Herseus suddenly wondered "Huh".

"What's wrong, Master Herseus?" Brooke was always respectful to him.

"It's okay...... Herseus waved his hand and suddenly laughed, "This kid ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Brooke saw the figure of Herseus suddenly swell. In his surprised eyes, he gradually became the size of an ordinary person, a tall and thin magician, with a white beard and a long robe, his body became more and more realistic, and at the end of the day, he actually looked exactly like a real person.

Of course, if you touch him, he's still a phantom, but at least he won't be as afraid to see people as he used to.

"My lord, this is ......" Brooke was shocked.

"This is an almost lost main circle called the 'Memory Phantom', which is characterized by its lack of use," Herseus said with an emotional expression on his face, "The energy collected through the magic tower can support the existence of an illusion, which is said to have been invented by a great magician in the Middle Ages to commemorate his deceased wife...... I didn't expect this kid to ......"

Herseus shook his head and paced lightly in the magic tower, his face agitated.

"Let's go, go out and see," he beckoned Brooke, with some interest, "it's been a long time since I've walked in the sun." ”

"Can illusions also come out of the magic tower?" Brooke was completely unaware of the structure and function of this circle.

"As long as the core control area of the magic tower is fine," Herseus walked first, "if you are far away, the figure will become fainter and fainter, and at the last one it will disappear." ”

The two beckoned the Artisan back to the first floor, where Allegri's control had arrived.

Except for Dios, who was training outside, everyone else gathered near the magic tower, happily watching the tower's magic patterns lit up from top to bottom, which was a sign of its imminent completion.

The moment they saw Herseus, everyone couldn't help but be a little stunned, but Afra was the first to react and asked with a smile, "You are the teacher's teacher?"

Herseus smiled and nodded, heard the voice behind him, and hurriedly turned to look.

The appearance of the magic tower revealed the moon-white color of the stone itself, and suddenly trembled slightly, and the fiery red magic pattern extended from the spire, climbing and spreading to the entire tower of tens of meters. Or rather, it seems that magic flows down the body of the tower, and the lines are mysterious and powerful.

The last layer of the tower was completely connected, and the magic patterns suddenly lit up at the same time, and the entire tower body was shrouded in fierce firelight, and the pressing heat wave was surging and scattering.

Allegri appeared on the terrace on the sixth floor jutting out to the south, smiling and waving his hand.

At the same time, a flash of fire rose into the sky, like a celebratory firework, and like a signal to swear the power of the master.

It was announced that from now on, all territories within a radius of tens of miles, Allegri would be its true master. (To be continued......)

PS: (double change)