North, St. Sitin.

By this time of April, spring had been in Maikala for a month, and the bitter cold of the north had not yet thawed completely.

Not to mention the ancient city-state of St. Siting, which went north to my grandmother's house.

The Great Floating City of Nigeleser floats quietly in the center of the city, like a day for a thousand years.

Directly below it are the Theatre of St. Sitine and the Temple of the True Shadows.

The former is dominated by dark red, supplemented by grayish-white and beige.

The latter, on the contrary, uses white as the main color and uses black to outline a cold outline.

These two magnificent buildings represent the old aristocracy of the Northlands and the actual rulers of the present, respectively.

Maybe it's for compromise, maybe it's out of sympathy, or it's just a show of heart.

In short, every time an important decision needs to be discussed, the temple is placed in the Grand Theater of St. Sitting.

The two sides involved in the discussion were not so much debating as duel without the referee intervening.

Because there is an audience, even if you lose, you won't really die, and you will be very socially dead.

Generally, when things get to this point, they must have reached the point where the contradictions are irreconcilable.

Then someone has to bear the consequences of tearing your face.

And today's "duel" is bloodier than ever, because the participants turned out to be two high-ranking warlocks.

They were all dressed in black robes trimmed with silver trim, and they stood on the stage on one side and one on the right, surrounded by black flames that burned like an upside-down waterfall.

These Shadow Flames are not decorations such as ambient lighting, but symbols that are connected to the hearts of the players.

It is connected to faith and part of the will of the Shadow.

The more persistent a person is, the more he thinks he is right, the more the flame will grow around him.

On the contrary, if the opponent catches the flaw and is persuaded to the point of faltering, then the shadow will weaken or even extinguish.

Others can see it at a glance.

This is also the treatment that the temple's own people only have when they appear, the threshold is level five, and the level is too low to show at all.

Of course, this is all for the layman.

This is a warlock civil war, how can there be no fire control?

It's not just the will, it's the control of the Shadow Flames.

As for the proportion...... About twenty-eight open.

So to a certain extent, once Brother Wei stands on the stage of this quarrel, then he is the king of the Northeast quarrel.

That's a ninth-level Shadow Flame, plus the Northeast dialect bonus, I'm afraid that the Lady of the Dead Whisperer will be able to win him if he comes.

…

The audience is basically aristocrats, and ordinary people can't afford to pay for this ticket.

On the stage was the civil war of the Shadow Temple, and they were naturally watching the excitement.

One by one cynicism, yin and yang weirdness - anyway, it has nothing to do with them who wins or loses on both sides.

Only Andrei's gaze was solemn.

Because one of the people on the stage was his father Fyodor.

And, while he was defending McCala, he was being crushed by his opponents.

At this moment, a shrill voice sounded:

"I really don't know what Feodore thinks, for no reason to maintain a country man who has nothing to do with him...... It can't be that he was also the lover of a servant back then, right? ”

"Hahaha......"

A low snickerer rang out all around, and from time to time he threw a defiant glance at Andrei.

This refers to Sang scolding Huai, there is no doubt about it.

Andrei wasn't angry at all, he didn't even bother to deal with this group of guys who had nothing to do.

They've gone crazy.

Or rather, madness.

In the case of Atthi, when Nigoleser's men caught an abnormal concentration of shadow energy, Fyodor also sensed that someone was making small movements behind his back.

Then he used the strange beast Nura Mu Shunteng that he got from his son to find the five families involved in the incident.

As the events in the town of Atti subsided, five more surnames were lost from the old nobility.

The attitude of the temple towards the old aristocracy has always been to cut meat with a blunt knife, three catties today and five catties tomorrow.

After hundreds of years of cutting, he finally cut the intertwined behemoth of the past into three or two kittens today.

To this, this group of fools was initially arrogant.

They said, "The Northland cannot be without nobles, and the temple will not attack us." ”

Later, I gradually panicked.

"How is it possible, are they going to provoke a war!?"

Then he forced his composure.

"It's just a matter of conceding some interests, in exchange for family inheritance!"

In the end, only hysteria remained.

"Destroy the world! The Void or the Light, as long as it's not a Shadow! ”

Now they are like a lump of cow dung, crazy and want to arch on others, and then quarrel, it is better to fight, the more chaotic the better, the more crazy the better, only in this way can temporarily suppress the emptiness and uneasiness in their hearts.

Andrei will not be angry with such people, and it would be a waste of his life to look at them too much.

After all, he was the "last Grand Duke".

When he got this title, he foresaw this day.

He watched his "allies" go from arguing about "why did the temple bestow me a medal" to "why didn't I deserve this grand duke?" today.

This group of people is hopeless.

What really made him care was why there was this ridiculous "duel"?

Others don't know the inside story, he knows it clearly.

Everything starts with the return of Chiara.

First of all, her safe return from Velitas was a feat in itself.

This was the first time they had access to first-hand information from that distant island since the Void Calamity had struck and the magic web was paralyzed.

Not to mention that the young acolyte lived up to expectations and brought back some rather explosive information.

This includes, but is not limited to, that Vlitas has ghosts in the underworld, and that they are about to cooperate with dwarves and elves.

It stands to reason that after the events of Ati Town, the Temple intended to use Mykala as a buffer to deal with the imminent surplus of labor, and to transform into a new floating city.

Then after hearing her information, it will only continue to move forward with this plan.

However, after listening to her report and hearing that the Void Catastrophe had caused Vitas to lose control of the place, the Templar higher-ups changed their minds completely.

They want to get the McCala once and for all.

The reason is simple:

If it's so important there, and it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, why seek cooperation instead of "annexation"?

Why don't we master it ourselves?

This is what Velitas did, the people of gold, the people of Zandro, and the elves.

We Nice can't do it!?

Not to mention Xiara, I'm afraid even players wouldn't have imagined that the Yankees, who have always been known for their traditional conservatism to the point of rigidity, would make a 180-degree turn and be out of control......

They are like bachelors who have been abstinent for many years, and they used to be red even when they looked at their big white legs, but now they can think about whether they can get this thing on when they see the ewes on the side of the road.

With a shrill cheer, Andrei came to his senses.

He looked at the stage.

The flames around Feodor had been extinguished, and he sat on the ground under pressure from the other party, enjoying the ridicule and abuse of the audience.

"Coward! Kill him! ”

"Burn him! Let your flames engulf this old thing! ”

"Too fast, is it worth our ticket money?"

"Refund the money!"

In any case, the "duel" is over.

…

"Feodore, I don't understand why you're speaking for those rednecks."

Kuca said in a loud voice, suppressing the noise in the audience.

He took a step forward, and the shadow flames behind him pressed forward.

They left the grooves around the stage and spread to the stage, condensing behind him into a huge, ever-changing beast that also approached his opponent step by step.

Everyone in the audience held their breath, their bloodshot eyes widened, and their lips trembled with excitement—

Are you going to die?

Is it really coming?

Andrei's face was solemn, he had already retracted his hand into his sleeve and clenched his wand.

…

Feodore watched Kuca get closer and closer, his gaze shooting out from under his silver-gray eyebrows, no panic, only sadness.

"Kuja, I'm not speaking for the countrymen, I've always been on the side of our country and people."

"Everybody says that."

Kuca said disdainfully, then stretched out his hand to the old man in front of him.

The flames behind him suddenly dissipated, as if it had been a trick.

Seeing his father being dragged up by the other party and slapping the ashes on his body as if nothing happened, Andre breathed a sigh of relief.

It scared the hell out of me......

There was a frenzied grumbling of impotence in his ears, complaining that it had not made more fun.

Fun?

Andrei sighed inwardly.

It's really fun.

What they don't know is that before this event began, the hero who had returned to the Northland from the disaster was placed under house arrest.

And now, I'm going to tell the other party the unfortunate news.

Andrei felt like a noisy crow.

(End of chapter)