Clear blue sea.

In order to hide its whereabouts, the "Tower of Wind" rises back into the air, activating the refractive force field at the same time to avoid detection by the Thrands.

Standing on the edge of the floating island, Allegri looked down and couldn't help but feel dizzy. From this height, they were only a step away from the island of Thran, but in reality, it was a hundred miles away. To this, Fadreva replied that he did not dare to break into the sky above it for fear of touching a magic net that spanned the entire island.

"But if he's alone, it doesn't matter, unless it's a legendary level, it won't attract the attention of the Gray Tower," the voice of the red-robed old man came from the side, "Fadreva will bless him with a 'Wind Wing Technique', with the help of the sea breeze blowing towards the land, he can land smoothly before nightfall......"

Perhaps, Allegri shrugged, not believing what Van Schinkel said, but not questioning it. Because the other party didn't talk to him at all.

"Master, can't you lower the height any more?" Oneisha frowned slightly, and asked a series of questions, "Can the aging of the 'Wind Wing Technique' last until the moment he lands?"

"If you get any closer, you'll be discovered by the Serans," replied Fadreva helplessly, "Mademoiselle, you don't want me to provoke a war between Buyada and the island of Therland...... As for the direction of the wind, I'll attach a connection circle to it and let him control the direction by himself, so don't you feel at ease?"

"Well, Onesa, since I promised you, I won't let anything happen to him. Christina chuckled and pulled the girl back. At the same time, she quietly glanced at Fadreva again.

"It's me who lost my temper, Your Highness. Onisha leaned in and confessed, then looked at Allegri and asked weakly, "Do you think it's okay?"

"It's okay, I'm okay. Allegri, who was poking his fingers around, looked up. It didn't matter.

"I remember, you said you would most like to go to the Isle of Thraland once—" Onessa stepped forward. I wanted to say something more. But Allegri interrupted her bluntly and beckoned, "Hey." Cast a spell. I'm ready. ”

Fadreva nodded, chanting the incantation, and the wind energy surged from all around, condensing into patches of pale cyan feathers under his subtle control.

The old magician waved his hand, and a pair of wings long appeared behind Allegri. A few cyan lines stretched out from behind him. It passed forward through the arm and ended up like a frenulum between his fingers.

"Left hand pull right turn. Pull right hand and turn left, don't be mistaken. Fadreva reminded.

"Oh. Allegri replied casually, curiously feeling the changes in his body, fluttering, as if he could spread his wings and fly high by jumping up.

Wind mages are really chic, no wonder this genre was so popular during the Magic Empire. While he was still thinking about it, Onisha had already leaned over and whispered, "Don't come back, start a new life, Thran, isn't it your dream place?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Allegri said coldly, glancing at her.

"If she hadn't pleaded with her, how would I have spared you?" Christina, who had come along, snorted, "Count Allegri, is it your luck to be able to get a life back, or better not to seek death again." ”

"Thanks for the reminder. Allegri looked at her deeply and backed away until he hit the Wind Barrier.

"Stand back. Fadreva said in a deep voice, he was about to open the breach.

Christina pulled Onisha and walked back quickly, and Rubion led several "Blood Rose" agents to protect her Highness the eldest princess in case Allegri jumped over the wall, but with Fadreva there, it was just a gesture.

Van Schinkel stood with his hands in his hands, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. In the distance, Turanze leaned out of the window and waved goodbye to him.

What a ridiculous picture, and the last farewell to himself was actually a guy who had only known him for a few days? Allegri thought so and waved his hand as well.

Immediately, he closed his eyes and without hesitation, he leaned back and fell into the clouds.

This is a low hill on the border between Ian and Thorm, about a hundred miles from the city of Ferencman.

The hastily built camp guards the most dangerous mountain road. Under the guidance of the herald, Dargnon hurried up the cliff and met Dios, covered in blood.

"They say, Allegri is disobedient, what kind of disobedience is it?"

"It's not the teacher, it's Onisha who colluded with the Buyada......" Dargnon recounted all the changes in the valley, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "General, did the Snowtons attack you?"

Dios nodded silently, if it weren't for the sneak attack of friendly troops, they would not have been so badly defeated, and in the end only 3,000 remnants were left to retreat here.

"It's me...... It's late. Dargnon sighed, and when he arrived in Ferenman's territory, the war was over, and he followed the trail before he found the Dios and them.

"I don't blame you, I was careless, I noticed that something was wrong as early as the night of the incident, but the investigation was delayed, and I didn't expect this to happen, so I was unprepared," Dios shook his head, his thick eyebrows furrowed, "You said, Allegri was taken away by the Buyadas?"

"Yes, life and death are uncertain. Dalgnan looked dark.

"It won't be so easy to die," Dios said in a deep voice, "you must be safe when you go to Buyada, and if you don't have a clue, you can use Onisha as a breakthrough." ”

"I understand, General. Dargnon nodded in response. None of them were talkative people, and they were speechless for a while, when a middle-aged nobleman rushed over and asked eagerly, "But someone from the valley?"

"Marquis Ferenman?" Dalgnon thought for a moment before he remembered his identity.

"My son, Nada, how is he? Nothing happened?" Marquis Ferenman's eyes were bloodshot and his heart was burning. He wanted to be a young son. Find a safe shelter, but unexpectedly push it into a fire pit.

"Alive, but the night was critical. He went east with Afra and has not returned. Dalgnan replied truthfully.

"This, this...... Who is Afra?" The Marquis of Ferenman wanted to accuse the other party, at that time, Allegri, but promised to take care of Nada, but then it occurred to him that even Allegri himself was unknown whether he was alive or dead. He was still wise to change the question.

"Afra is my senior sister, a mid-level wind mage, who walked with them. There is also a mid-level electromage. Dalgnan continued to answer truthfully.

"That's good, that's good. The Marquis of Ferenman was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, even though the war was in chaos now. But two mid-level mages. It is also a force sufficient for self-preservation.

"The general can lead his army north and join up with Senior Brother Brooke. After sending Ferenman away, Dargnan turned to Dios and told him where he was.

"Rest for a while, and I'll have them prepare your horses and rations, and remember, as soon as there's news of Allegri, report it to me. Dios admonished. Get up and order your men to vacate a tent. This is not a thousand miles to Buyada, if you have been in a hurry. I'm afraid I'm going to be tired before I get there.

Dargnan did not refuse, in order to deliver the news, he was already exhausted by this time.

Equally exhausted was King Nacini.

Since reaching the legendary realm, he has never encountered such a difficult opponent, between the virtual and the real, free to change, his attack, never posed any threat to Jerseyval, and the opponent's bone spear, but several times passed by, almost stabbed him off the horse.

Even if it was Cyprius, the commander of the "Valhalla", King Nacini could at least face it head-on, and it would not be so uncomfortable. It was like a full blow, hitting the air, and the feeling of being powerless made him hold his breath in his heart, but he couldn't vent it.

But what was even more uncomfortable was the Snowton warriors behind him. Can anyone do a good job and tell them how to kill the vain Yin Spirits? Spears and spears, in vain, swords and slashes, passing through their bodies, gray-white resentful spirits, wandering around the battle array, as soon as they find an opportunity, they take advantage of the situation, and the warriors who are entangled by them immediately tremble with their hands and feet, like trapped in an ice cellar, and even turn over and fall off their horses, unable to continue the battle.

Compared to ordinary Yin spirits, "miasma spirits" are even more terrifying. These spirit warriors from the hands of the evil god "Death Knell" are wrapped in clouds of highly poisonous miasma, floating from all directions. The Snowton warriors kept waving the weapons in their hands, and the strong wind was barely able to force the miasma to open, but as long as one was not careful, the poisonous gas would invade along the gaps in the armor, and those with strong body protectors could resist for a while, while the warriors below the high level would die of poison in a few breaths and fall to the ground.

When he entered the corridor of Elendil, King Nacini was followed by Snowton's elite army of 30,000. After an afternoon of fierce fighting, their numbers were more than halved. And, there were no wounded, corpses all over the ground.

The shouting of killing gradually subsided, and a cold chill rose in everyone's hearts. The iron-blooded Snowton warriors were not afraid of death, but they could not bear this humiliating death. They long for a dignified battle and die on the battlefield than to be killed by these disgusting Yin Spirits.

But this is the battlefield, a bloody battlefield, where the loser must not only have his body destroyed, but also his will destroyed.

"But do you want to turn around and run away?" said Jerseyval's slightly mocking voice as there was a slight retreat in King Nachinani's heart.

Then, he simply jumped off the dragon saddle, holding a bone spear to "kill the song", and put on a posture of foot combat.

"Thief, dare you insult me?" King Nacini slammed his steel fangs, and he also turned over and dismounted, and the blade of Uduls weeping blood in his hand had never been so bright.

After a casual glance at it, seeing that Bai Ji was fighting with Agassi on a par with the crow chariot, Jersey Val relieved himself and raised his gun to meet him. He just wants to use the arrogance of King Nacini to consume Snowton's elite combat power as much as possible, otherwise, if they run away, it will really take a lot of work.

Guns and swords clashed, and the battle gradually became white-hot. The first to be unsupportable are the horses, and the slightest miasma can cause them to foam at the mouth and fall to the ground. This made the Snowton knights even more angry, but they couldn't avenge their companions, because they didn't know how to kill the ghosts.

But without exception, none of the Snowton fighters took a step back, they gritted their teeth, struggled to support, defended the blood in their chests, and defended their poor dignity.

"Poor thing. Bilano shook his head, and floated back to the wall. This battlefield does not belong to him, he is only here to collect the loot.

There were more and more corpses on the ground, and Agassi shook his spear, and the curved blade drew a crescent moon, and slashed diagonally at the barbarian girl. Unlike Jerseyval, Pakki's offensive is more aggressive. She stood solemnly on top of the chariot, fearlessly ramming, the black air around her body was vast, and all the incoming air blades were knocked away.

"Kill!" Agassi shouted and charged. When the two sides collided, and the blood rushed to the sky, he stepped on the stirrup, jumped up like an eagle, and the arc-shaped long blade slashed down in the air.

Until then, Agassi had been fighting with with skill, but the violent murderous intent revealed at this time seemed to tell everyone that he also had the blood of a lion in his body.

The crow chariot dissipated with a bang, and the black air currents reappeared as crows. Pakki had to retreat to avoid the spears of the opponent, and Agassi did not take the opportunity to attack, he quickly moved closer to King Nacini and shouted, "Retreat, Lord!"

"Little lion, you still listen to him, grab your tail and run. Jersey Val seemed to be "kind" and agreed, but the bone spear in his hand bared its fangs like a poisonous snake, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The humiliation of this moment made King Nacini furious, and his face distorted. But the next moment, his mood suddenly fell and his face showed hesitation. Because he heard the second half of Agassi's words, "...... Otherwise, the warriors would all have died in vain. ”

"Retreat and break south!" King Nacini gave the order in such a complicated tone. Since the southward conquest, he has never been so embarrassed.

But in the past few days, whether it is the Herseus River Valley or the Elendil Corridor, he has to retreat and have to flee.

"Retreat and break south!" Agassi repeated the order, the generals repeated the order, and the soldiers turned and rushed south, breaking out of a road, farther and farther away from their native country.

Before the "Fortress of Sorrows", the Snowdons left behind 20,000 corpses and fled. Behind them, the yin spirits were dotted behind them, not far away, not close, never abandoned.

The broken King Nacini looked back one last time. The white-haired knight stood with his gun in his hand, smiled at him, and changed his name, "Little lamb, you go first, and I will come later." ”

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

PS: (One wrong word, what a rage!)