When the explosion sounded, Afra was running through the chaotic town in the direction of her home.

"What's wrong?" Misha asked as she caught up with her. And the young Nada, who followed them nervously, held a practice sword in his hand, without a blade, naturally not lethal.

"I forgot something at home, so I'm going to get it. After Afra answered, she waved her hand to bless them with the "Light Body Technique", and for some reason, she felt that the energy around her was extraordinarily abundant, and the wind magic was imminent.

"Don't go, there are still enemies in the town. Misha dissuaded, and screams could be heard in the distance, and the lurking "Blood Roses" all went into action, either setting fire to wooden houses or assassinating lone townspeople.

"But that...... Very important. Afra is in a hurry, and what she forgot at home is the yin spirit "Rod" who inhabits the puppets, which is the key to resurrecting her mother.

"Then let's be careful. Misha turned her head to look, and just in time to see the northern part of the river valley, the magic light reflected in the sky, the "storm furnace" condensed and formed, and the blazing fire flowed in the cavity of the wind, outlining a gorgeous picture of blue and red.

"What's that?" she asked, her eyes wide, subconsciously.

"I don't know," Afra paused for a moment, then shook her head blankly, she stood there and thought about it, but decided to say, "Let's get something first, and then go to the teacher." ”

They left Main Street and turned into the alley to the south. At the other end, a mage came to meet the three children. The visitor stopped and hurriedly asked, "Where are the people?"

"It's all on the street. Afra gestured casually and instructed, "Go and join them." ”

The other party was dressed as a mage, and the girl didn't care, but just as her hands passed by, the mage suddenly reached out from his sleeve, a short knife with a cold light. Swiftly stabbed into its side ribs.

Afra exclaimed, it was too late to cast a spell. But at this moment, a blue-white electric current. Sprang out from between the fingers of the mage and wrapped around the mage, paralyzing him for a moment.

"Blade of the Wind!" Afra chanted aloud. With a wave of his right hand. Three semi-arc-shaped wind blades spun rapidly and cut into the opponent's waist and abdomen.

At the moment, the mage twisted his body strangely, dodging all the wind blades, and at the same time took advantage of the wall on one side of the wall to pounce reflexively.

But it wasn't a one-on-one battle, and Misha was a mid-level peak electric mage. The strength is even higher than Afra. She was about to cast a spell to help, when suddenly her heart jumped. Hurriedly blessed with a "static shield". A few faintly visible quenched iron spikes collided with the shield and lost their strength and fell to the ground.

"Electric rush!" Neutralizing the threat, Misha chanted the incantation again, blue-white electric sparks, crackling between her bangs, while more electricity jumped through the space, and once it hit an enemy, the electric sparks climbed upwards and paralyzed his hands and feet.

"Beware!" At this time, Nada, who was slow to react, held the sword in both hands and blocked in front of Afra.

"Blind thoughts. The girl snorted, but took a few steps back and cast a spell.

"Now...... It's too bad. Under the attack of the three of them, the disguised mage, or the "Blood Rose" secret agent, couldn't help but retreat in his heart. He originally thought that the other party was just a few children, and it would be easy to take them down, but he didn't expect that there were two middle-level mages among them, and they cooperated quite tacitly, making it difficult for him to take care of the enemy.

If you miss a blow, you will immediately run away. These "Blood Rose" agents were originally cultivated according to the concept of killers. With his mind made up, he threw a cigarette bomb in his hand and retreated as he scurried, zigzagging through the alleyway to avoid being locked by the spell.

"Wind Bondage!" But what Afra prepared was a no-lock spell, and the wind swept away, and while it touched the enemy, the wind magic quickly gathered, turning into several long ropes, rolling and binding them firmly.

"Lightning spear!" After a moment, Misha stretched out her middle finger and made an aiming gesture. Her short light chestnut hair fluttered in the wind, and blue-white lightning erupted from her fingertips. A lightning spear with a length of a foot swept over a distance of tens of meters, piercing straight into the mage's vest.

"Thanks to you," Afra patted her chest with apprehension and turned her head sideways, "By the way, how did you find out?"

It was precisely because of Misha's timely action that she survived. She was grateful and curious about this.

"There's blood on his mage robe," Misha replied calmly, "and I only noticed it at the last moment." ”

"I see," Afra nodded, stretching out her hand to beckon, "Let's go, let's go and get back quickly." ”

The three of them hit the road again, but this time, they were much more alert, and when they encountered strangers, they either stayed away from them or prepared spells in advance to avoid being attacked.

Finally, they arrived at Afra's door, and the little girl breathed a sigh of relief and pushed open the door. Mendel's mansion was not far from Brooke's house, and after the incident, the old magician called Afra and the old butler and others on the way, and went to the town square to assemble together, so there was no one left in the mansion, and the black lights were blind, and it seemed unusually quiet.

"Follow me. Afra led the way, and by the faint light of the fire, she made her way to her room.

They walked around the flower bed, but no one noticed that a black shadow flashed out of the flowers, and the short blade of a foot long stabbed silently at the back of the rice yarn.

If it hadn't happened before, Rubiang would have succeeded. But as soon as the short blade approached, the "electrostatic shield" was triggered, and in the few seconds that he was paralyzed, Misha exclaimed, and the three of them quickly approached together and waited for it.

"Is that you?" Rubiang still had some impression of them after spending so much time in the valley, especially Afra, Allegri's student.

"Is that you?" Afra thought for a moment before remembering the identity of the other party, who seemed to be the retinue of Archmage Turanze. I also gave small gifts to myself.

However, he has always been kind and kind-eyed, smiling and talking, why is he now holding a short knife. A fierce look.

"Two intermediate ranks, plus one waste, stop struggling, just die obediently. Rubiang's short knife swirled, and dark red energy rushed out. He is a high-level martial artist, an elite spy with the title of "Rose Thorn", dealing with these milky children. Isn't it hand-to-hand yet?

"It's you, you're making trouble, aren't you?" Afra looked up suddenly. Pointing to the northern sky, he asked loudly, "Where's the teacher, where did you get him?"

"Don't worry, we won't kill him. At least not yet. Rubiang replied with a smile. The feet began to move slowly. The two sides were only a dozen paces apart, and he only needed one chance to jump up and kill the enemy under the sword.

Afra pursed her lips, a hint of anger in her eyes. She unleashed several "Blades of the Wind" with a wave of her hand, but as expected, Rubiang easily dodged.

And the "current rushing" of rice yarn. It doesn't play a big role, Rubiang has the strength to protect his body. As soon as the current was touched, it was bounced. In the battle between the mage and the warrior, the suppression of one level is enough to decide the outcome of the battle.

Seeing this scene, the three children looked at each other, and their hearts were cold. Can't escape, can't fight, no one answers the call for help, is it possible that tonight, they are going to die here?

"If you don't kill the old ones, let's take you little ones and give them to you. Rubian sneered and stepped forward, his eyes instantly turned red, and the secret energy of the "Blood Rose" was promoted to the extreme.

"You go, I'll entangle him!" At this moment, Nada, who had been panicking, gritted his teeth and stood at the front of the three. This introverted boy mustered up all his courage, and the practice sword in his hand did not even open the blade, but the sword in his heart was shining.

"You ...... No one can go. Under the mask of kindness, Rubian's heart is more bloodthirsty and crazy than ordinary people. He swept forward, the strength of the blade condensed, and he wanted to kill.

However, he did not rush out.

In the soil beneath Rubian's feet, several bony arms suddenly emerged, clutching his ankles. At the same time, a dark green mist formed around his body, viscous as blood, constantly eroding his protective energy.

"Who?" Rubion stomped his foot in shock and rage, shaking the hands of the bones apart, and at the same time retreated, quickly leaving the green mist's enveloped range. Otherwise, his vision was foggy, and how to deal with the next attack.

However, his actions were under the control of the enemy, and after only a few steps back, Rubion felt that his back had hit something, a little soft and a little rancid.

How like, a big piece of rotten meat?" he thought, slowly tilting his head, just in time to meet a large face.

Boom!

The necromantic beast slapped Rubiang away, this was pure power, and in just an instant, the other party passed out and collapsed to the ground unconscious.

The short, thin necromancer came out from behind the giant beast, and in order to save the day, he cast another "sleep" on Rubiang, before he stepped forward and lifted his hood.

"Mr. Ventrove?" Afra was surprised and grabbed his sleeve. After Ventrov left the valley, she was depressed for a long time.

"Are you alright?" Ventrov waved his hand, and the Necro Behemoth went over and picked up Rubiang and exited the courtyard gate. Anyway, I have to give the evil god "bat" a face, and I can't just kill his beloved general casually.

"It's all right," Afra shook her head slightly, and then remembered something, and said urgently, "You go and save the teacher, the guy said, he was caught by the Buyada." ”

"Alright, I'll go," Ventrov replied casually, and after a pause, he added, "but it's too dangerous here, and you must leave at once." ”

"Leaving the valley, where to go?" Afra was stunned, her home was here, in the valley of the Herseus.

"This ......" Ventrov's brows furrowed, he naturally knew what would happen next, but after thinking about it, no matter the east, south, west, or north, there was no place that could ensure safety.

"Teacher?" Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Aphra tugged at his sleeve.

"Take this, go east, don't stop in the Green River Valley, go to the Romans farther east," Ventroff took out a white bone badge and tirelessly admonished, "There, stay for a while, remember, at least ten days to half a month, and then bypass the 'Fortress of Sorrows' and head to the Necronomion Wilderness, where I have a refuge ......"

Afra nodded and noted that Ventroff, was one of the few people she trusted the most.

"Go and pack your bags and follow the path east," Ventrov continued, "a travel cloak, warm clothing, some dry food, and enough money, and be careful not to show your possessions in front of people on the way......"

The three of them sprang into action and packed their bags as he commanded. Afra took out the enchanted ring that Turanze had given him, thought about it, and put it on his thumb, while picking up the rag doll on the table and holding it in his arms.

"What are you doing with this?" asked Ventrov as he walked over and asked intentionally or not.

"I want to ...... With. Afra whispered, not letting go.

"Alright, let's go. Ventroff glanced at the puppet with a hint of warning in his eyes. Seeing the rag doll's arm, he shook it without a trace, and the necromancer finally relented and urged them to leave.

In this case, the "evil spirit" who does not want to be swallowed by the "death knell" will instead become Afra's help, which is why Ventroff is open.

And he himself is already in the bag of the "death knell", just like the "bat" and the "mud".

The red-robed old man stood in front of the large array, behind him was the overflowing magical brilliance, and the flames that turned blue-white.

On the wind dragon egg, the blue-black lines gradually lit up from the bottom up. Now two-thirds of the lines have been filled with magic, just waiting for the moment when they finally hatch.

Van Schinkel turned his head and stared at the noisy crowd, a sneer escaping from the corner of his mouth. As expected, the security forces were divided into two factions, and Brooke, who was trying to appease Snowton loyalists, had little success.

But even if they do kill them, the old duke will not have the slightest fear, and when the time comes, as long as Ornessa is pushed out, it can be dragged out for a while. And when the "Ten Thousand Miles in the Sky" array is successfully launched, then everything will be settled. Whether it is the Lion King of the North or the Archbishop of Light in the South, they will fall into the abyss of defeat and will never recover.

Suddenly, the red-robed old man sighed, he looked at his wrist, that string of black charms was really a great irony.

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

PS: (Lazy back, resume the update...... ）