Forest trails.

Dargnan squirmed, the bone-chilling snow gradually awakening his senses.

He barely turned his head, blinked blankly, and a snowflake stuck to his eyelashes, shuddering, and finally fell.

Mastul, who was not far away, turned his head in a strange posture, glanced at him, and smiled, "You're awake too?"

Dargnan felt a pang in his heart, it seemed that the strength of the other party was really above him, if he recovered, he could only be slaughtered by others.

Thinking of this, he immediately calmed down and investigated the injury, but Mastur smiled lazily on the side, "Don't waste your efforts, how can the sword of two defeats that I use with all my strength be so easy to get along?"

Dargnon was slightly stunned, and when he looked at himself, he found that the qi in his body was scattered, and no matter how he tried, it was difficult to condense his strength.

"I didn't lie to you, did I?" said Mastur, lying on his side in the snow and reaching for his back, "So, is it your turn to tell me what tricks you have done to me?"

"It's just a magical condensed, energetic ice spike," Dargnon stared at him, "but I'm curious, why didn't you die when you were stabbed in the back of the heart?"

"Because after you popped out the ice thorn, it was shattered," Mastur replied honestly, "My sword, called 'Farewell', seems to be as calm as water, but the dark energy is like a hundred stacks of angry waves, if you cultivate to the perfection of the furnace, even the legendary realm can be shaken away, let alone a mere ice thorn?"

Dargnon knew that what he said was true, and he said. "Then I'll tell you the truth, the lines on that ice spike also constitute a 'stiffening technique'. Even if it is shattered by you, it will be cast automatically. ”

"No wonder I'm so hard to move," Mastur nodded, simply giving up the struggle, and put his hand on his chin in a gesture of small talk, "Hey." Aren't you in a hurry?"

"Does it work?" asked Dargnon rhetorically. Having said that, when he looked to the north, his blue eyes were in it. There was still a touch of melancholy.

"He is a killer and forbearing," Mastur praised, and the conversation quickly changed. "But if Allegri dies because of it. Won't you blame yourself?"

"I'll avenge him, that's all. Dargnon raised his eyebrows and said indifferently.

"Don't worry, Allegri won't die," Mastur said with a smile rolling his eyes, "In fact, he has already taken refuge with Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess." The Herseus Valley, now our allies in Buyada. ”

"How could it be. Dargnan turned back. I don't believe it at all.

"If it weren't for the fact that there was an internal response in the valley, how could we have acted so smoothly?" Mastur continued.

"Guilty...... It's Ornisa, isn't it?" said Dargnon as he lay flat on the snow, and after a long moment, he whispered.

"Huh?" Mastur glanced at him in surprise, and was about to defend himself, when he suddenly looked up at the sky, only to see clouds of spiritual energy falling from the clouds.

The abundant aura in the kingdom of the gods has descended into the world, and both warriors and magicians have ushered in great opportunities.

It would be nice if I could absorb Reiki as well.

Duke Van Schinkel stood under the "Tower of the Wind" with his hands behind his back, with a masterful bearing.

In the face of thousands of rebels, he did not have the slightest fear. What's more, a series of changes that happened in front of him had already stunned the other party, and the magicians who recognized the "Tower of Wind" retreated and even fled in all directions, the supreme power of the Supreme Tower was not something they could resist.

"Big ...... My lord. There was a low call from the side, and a short, stocky middle-aged man with blank eyes stumbled over.

"Rubian, where have you been?" asked Van Schinkel dissatisfied, not even a Brooke could be solved, what a waste.

"Subordinate, subordinate...... Forgot. Rubio scratched his head and replied dumbfoundedly.

"What?" said the old Duke Van Schinkel, so angry that he almost laughed out loud. However, he looked carefully for a moment, and still saw the clue, Rubiang's memory, as if someone had erased a piece, if there was no accident, it should be the work of some clever necromancer.

"Forget it, you go over there and watch Allegri and Turanze, lest there be any more trouble. "Van Schinkel has given him a simple task, and if he can't even look at the two unconscious guys, he can retire and retire.

"Yes, sir. Rubiang took the order, his steps vague, and he was clearly still in a trance.

The red-robed old man shook his head, pacing back and forth as he secretly calculated. There are six pavilions on the periphery of the "Tower of the Winds", and the main body is divided into nine floors, and if he wants to take over this tower, Fadreva will need to parse the past one by one, and the further back he goes, the more difficult it becomes. I don't know how long it will take.

The old duke sighed, he was not worried about the Herseus Valley, but the reinforcements of the Snowton Empire, if the three legendary powerhouses joined forces, then he would not be able to defeat them alone. Although his strength is not bad among the evil gods, the evil gods and gods are birds in the air, and they are better at high-level combat than diving into ponds to fight grass carp hand-to-hand.

As he thought, the aura cloud was already close to the ground. With the Herseus River Valley as the center, the aura within a radius of hundreds of miles is attracted by the "Tower of the Wind", and all of them converge, and the wind and clouds are stirred for a while, and the weather is thousands.

At the same time, the same scene is playing out in other parts of the continent. The Tower of Fire in the Ember Mountains, the Tower of Water in the Polar Ice Sea, the Tower of Earth in the Kalahari Desert, the Dark Tower of the Necronomicon Wilderness, the Green Tower of the Moon Song Forest, and so on.

Even the Holy White Tower in Ranken City began to swallow the aura around it. Cyprius stood in the position that originally belonged to Innedir, his eyes blazing, overlooking the mountains and rivers. Because of the lack of control of the seal, the most powerful supreme tower could not be used to its fullest, but its lost power began to recover rapidly.

But this is just a drop in the bucket, more aura, sprinkled on the mountains, rivers and earth, sprinkled to the cities, villages and towns, the huge sea monster poked its head out, the sleeping dragon opened its eyes, so that the forest monsters, the giants in the mountains, have stood up and returned to the world.

"You two, come and see! This evil god is really a great deal. "The Great Demon King Sodan who is bound in the gap between the planes, or Herseus, looks like he doesn't think it's a big deal to see the excitement.

"Huh?" Barnalgomo rubbed his eyes, waking him up.

"Isn't the control mark of the Red Flame Tower in your hands? Herseus commanded, I have to say, the Great Demon Clan is really stupid, and until now, the portal on the side of Purgatory has not been built.

"Good...... "The sleepy-eyed Fire Demon King was stunned for a moment, but still agreed, "I'll go now, you let this old dragon stop sleeping, he can also absorb these aura." ”

"I know, I know!" one of Amosic's heads remained sleepy, but the other head looked left and right, and said excitedly, "Now, I can finally get back to my old self." ”

He roared, flapped his wings, and soared into the clouds. In this way, the aura that the Black Magic Tower can collect is a little less, but the leaderless "White Bone Council" still wisely chooses to remain silent. The three purgatory kings are not something they dare to provoke.

On the contrary, in the distant blue sea, a tall gray tower swept away the aura for thousands of miles around it. However, due to the distance from the mainland, the aura is thin, and compared with other supreme towers, it is slightly inferior.

On top of the tower, a black cat jumped off the desk lightly, turning itself into a gray goat. It circled around the hallway, and was not satisfied with its appearance, so it turned into an owl again, flew to the railing, and looked at the tall towers in the distance.

After so many years, isn't it time for the birds hidden under the water to fly out?

"This, this is ......" Dargnon looked around, his aura overflowing, like a clear sweet spring, moistening his damaged body.

Mastur thought about it, but still opened his mouth and pointed, "If you believe me, regulating your qi now, not only can you treat your injuries, but also be of great benefit to your future promotion." ”

Dargnon glanced at him, and immediately struggled to sit up, closing his eyes and breathing.

"Hey, wait for me. I didn't expect him to be so obedient, Mastur shouted anxiously, he couldn't sit up, he could only lie on the ground, absorbing the aura around him.

Both of them are high-level professionals, and at this moment, they exert their strength at the same time, affecting the air flow in the forest, and even forming two spiritual energy vortices. Speaking of which, they also have to thank Fadreva for the aura gathered by the "Tower of Wind", which has made the Herseus Valley rich in aura, although the two of them have not taken much from it, but they have benefited a lot.

Also benefiting were Brooke, as well as several other mages. When the aura descended, the old magician was stunned to find that Van Schinkel was right, he had no hope of promotion, but he had re-touched the threshold of the upper position.

Brooke thought for a moment, then immediately beckoned to the mage beside him and began to close his eyes and meditate. The mages, who were originally skeptical, were soon shocked, because they also noticed that the effect of meditation at this time was dozens of times greater than that of normal days.

If it is the doctrine of "Magic Tides", it is indeed established in this world plane. Then when the "Ten Thousand Colored Stars" was shattered, this world was like a tsunami of magic erupted, and I don't know how many mages felt the vigorous rhythm of energy, and more ordinary people also saw another way, a path to the door of mystery.

In the north and south of the continent, whether it is a warrior or a mage, the strength has been more or less improved. Even cats and dogs, which are pets, have been promoted to demonic beasts, spitting out a small fireball with teeth and claws.

This is the end of the third year of the revival calendar, and the aura sweeps through like a huge tide, and a new era begins.

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

PS: (I'm a pigeon player.) ）