In the middle of such a rainy night, clouds and silence engulfed the entire Green River Valley, and the once brilliant stars and moonlight could only fade away with a low sigh.

For the first spring rain of the year, the residents of the valley have been looking forward to it for a long time. In the joyful "tick", they had already sunk into a peaceful dreamland, waiting for the rain to completely encroach on the land and start a new cycle of cultivation this year.

So of course they didn't know what had happened in Anfen on this rainy night, and they didn't know what had happened in the city of Anfen, where three riders had walked through their fields and sheltered from the rain under their abandoned cowshed.

"It's raining a little," Illo said as he stretched out his hand to feel it, and turned back, "Let's go." ”

"Well, we've got to hurry. Dios nodded, and led the horses out of the hut, the spring rain was slow and slow, and sometimes they had to find a suitable place to take refuge, so that the journey, which had only been an hour or two, was now tossed into the night.

"Hey, Allegri, what's the fuss?" Illo beckoned with a glance at his other companion, "It's time to go, it's going to be dawn any longer." "On a dark night like this, the journey would have been even more difficult without Allegri as a human source.

"Oh...... Allegri," Allegri replied casually, recovering from his stupor, but still with a thoughtful expression as he walked.

"What do you want, so fascinated?" asked the half-elf who was following them when the three of them were back on their horses.

"Have you noticed," Allegri whispered, fiddling with the pure white flames, "this is supposed to be the first spring rain of the year, but you didn't hear any thunder before it fell?"

"I really didn't pay attention if you didn't say it," Dios on the other side thought for a moment. Interrupted, "It is said that before the spring rains, there is always a thunderstorm, and since then everything has recovered, and the earth has begun to warm up. ”

"But not just now," Allegri shook his head. He said softly, "There must be something strange about this." ”

"For what?" Illo scratched his head and asked puzzled, "Although you can't hear thunder in this rain, there aren't many opportunities for this kind of aftermath?"

"It's not the same," Allegri explained, "and the time between winter and spring is also the beginning of the transition from cold to heat, and a lot of free magic energy in the air accumulates. It inspired this thunderous tremor that woke up the earth......"

"The priests have made the thunder the judgment of the gods, and the magicians have taken the trouble to interpret it using the principles of magical energy," Dios laughed casually, "and this question will surely lead to a heated debate again." ”

"What the judgment of the gods is, what foolishness. Allegri snorted disdainfully, and the miniature version of the "Flame of Light" hovered in front of him, scorching and glowing.

"So. Dios smiled and diverted the conversation. "What do you think is the reason why the thunder did not sound this time?"

"As for the reason for this," Allegri muttered, snapping his fingers, "or the nearest heaven and earth." Something big happened to drain these accumulated magical energy in one fell swoop, or there was a great magician of the thunder and lightning system nearby, and transferred this energy to other uses. ”

"Can you tell the difference between these two reasons?" asked Illo.

"Of course," Allegri nodded. Explained, "Even a great mage has a limit to the amount of magic energy he can mobilize, and as long as he only knows that this kind of change in the Green River Valley is still a larger geographical area, another option can be ruled out. ”

"Is there any other possibility?" asked Dios.

"There should be only these two reasons," Allegri thought for a moment and nodded, "either one, two, or ......"

"What is it?" asked Illo, looking at him.

"Or...... It's both," Allegri looked up at the gloomy canopy, shook his head slightly, and muttered to himself, "Still, the possibility should be very ...... It's very small. ”

Ampin City.

Dalgnan pushed open the window and slipped nimbly down. In such an old mansion, eroded by wind and rain, the cracks in the walls are exposed, and there are large areas of withered vines and plants remaining, he is really comfortable with his skills.

Without alerting anyone, he sneaked to the edge of the iron fence. After a rough estimate of the location of the side door of the Grand Duke's Mansion, he pushed aside the dense evergreen vines and glanced at the light along a tiny gap.

After about half a cup of tea, dozens of heavily armored knights in full armor revealed their figures in the night, and among their guards, a petite figure could be faintly seen. However, with her heavy travel cloak and hood, ordinary people can't tell that she is Anlan's Grand Duchess Onesha.

Dargnan was sure that there must be a number of spies lurking in the vicinity, watching every move of the people in the Grand Duke's palace day and night. But on such a rainy night, at such an hour, some of them must have been slacking off. And others, even if they observe this scene, may not notice the details of Onisha as much as they do, even if they have a little doubt in their hearts, the process of confirming the information and uploading and distributing it will take a lot of time.

Besides, in such a stormy situation, how many people would believe that Oneisha would dare to leave the Grand Duke's Mansion with dozens of horses alone?

After all, in the past few days, she has been hiding in the Grand Duke's Mansion at an absolute disadvantage, arranging a strict guard network, and making a stubborn and stubborn posture. Even if the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs invited her to go out to inspect, Onisha would find an excuse to excuse herself, for fear of falling into the trap set by the nobles.

However, Dalgnan certainly does not care about these national affairs of Rausch. In front of him, the group of knights did not pause at all, and rode out of the mansion, fearing that the spies had not yet come to their senses, and they had already quickly turned away.

Don't you say a few words of greeting, those sentries are standing outside the door so hard, and as their leader, they don't say a word of condolence?

The other party was so decisive, it was really a bit unexpected to him, it seemed that his plan to assassinate at the door was completely unrealizable. However, his thoughts were quick, but his movements did not pause in the slightest, and he climbed over the railing in a few simple strokes and quickly followed.

The opportunity is fleeting, and since he should grasp it decisively, Dargnan of the "Ice Blue Blade" never cares whether the goal is to die on the couch or blood on the streets. (To be continued......)

PS: (First update, 2000 words, sorry, tsk, anyway, JJ has been cut)