In the distance, traces of land appeared.

At first a black dot, then gradually elongated, brownish, yellow, green, and different shades mixed together to form a colorful landscape of vegetation.

As an island, it was a little too big, perhaps twice the size of the Torm Federation. From such a distance, Allegri could not be sure if there were any towns or inhabitants there. But when he asked this question, Turanze next to him asked in a strange tone, "You really don't know, where is that?"

"Why do I know?" Allegri wondered, the blue sea, the islands were dotted and the number was unknown, so it would not be enough for him to treasure everything.

No, that's not right...... At the mention of "island", he vaguely thought of something, and turned his head hesitantly, and Turanze nodded at him, indicating that his idea was not wrong.

"Is this the island of Therland?" Allegri asked in surprise, of course he knew about Thran, but he didn't think of it for a while.

"Is there such a vast land island on the blue sea?" Turanzer put his hand on his forehead and looked into the distance, "If it is not Therland, where can it be?"

"Buyada and Therland, also connected?" Allegri frowned, and he suddenly felt that he had really underestimated this great southern empire.

"No, Thran Island, he has long since severed ties with the magicians of the mainland faction," Turanze shook his head, "The teacher said that when he was young, he once went to Thran Island to study, but was flatly rejected by the Grey Tower Council. ”

The Grey Tower is another name for the Arcane Tower, the Council of the Grey Tower. It is the supreme ruling body of the island of Thirand. If they, even the members of the "Sky Temple" who have a lot of connections with them, refuse to receive them, then the attitude of the island of Thurand towards the magicians of the mainland faction. It's self-explanatory.

"Then why did you come here?" Allegri asked suspiciously, "It can't be that you're new to the Tower of the Wind and full of confidence, so you come to provoke you, right?"

"You think too much," said Turanzebi, "you know the island of Thurland. How many magicians are there?"

"You know such exact data?" Allegri looked sideways at him, from the mainland to Thran. It took three or four months for merchant ships to make a round trip, and merchants were forbidden to leave the port trade area or enter the interior. Therefore. There is a sparse exchange of information between the two places. Few people on the mainland know about the specific situation of the island of Thran.

"Of course I don't know," Turanzer shrugged, "but one thing, I'm pretty sure, is that at least seven of the ten Thrans are magicians...... Not to mention the entrenched Gray Tower. It's just that these mages join forces, and the 'Tower of Wind' can't compete. ”

"Yes. It is said that the island of Therland is full of towers, so it is also called the 'Land of Towers,'" Allegri stretched and chuckled softly, "Before I die, I can see the island of Thrand, and I will be able to get my wish." ”

"You seem pretty sure you're going to--" Before Turanze could finish speaking, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the palace. The blue-robed Fadreva stepped in, followed by several Blood Rose agents.

"Teacher, you came to visit me in person, and the students were really flattered. Turanzer flattered him, he would never have put on such a false smile if it had been put on hold before.

"I'm here for him," Fadreva casually pointed to Allegri and invited him expressionlessly, "Your Excellency the Count, please come with me." ”

"As I said, the time has come," Allegri smiled at Turanze, and bowed solemnly to say goodbye, "I am gone, and there will be no time to meet again." ”

At this moment, a touch of sentimentality flashed in Turanze's eyes. He stepped forward, leaned into Allegri's ear, and whispered, "If I have the chance, I'll get rid of Onisha for you." ”

Allegri couldn't help but be stunned, and after a while, Fang smiled and shook his head, "Take care." ”

"It's a pity I didn't get to know you sooner......" Turanzer sighed and stepped back, his voice soft, "Have a nice trip." ”

"What are you doing with life and death like this, Her Royal Highness the eldest princess intercedes for him, it's just exile," Fadreva snorted as he looked at his student, his eyes full of warning, "Besides, are you familiar with him?"

"Exile?" Allegri and Turanze looked at each other, surprised. Neither Fadreva nor Christina seemed to be soft-hearted.

"Let's go, we can't stay here for long. Fadreva did not explain, nor did he intend to explain, and after saying this, he turned and left.

Two "Blood Rose" agents seized Allegri's hands and escorted him to the execution ground.

"Master, how is the situation in Norman City?" said King Nacini as he rode his horse forward, turning his head, "the hearts of the army and the people, is it still stable?"

"Of course, with Mordschic and Davide in charge, Norman City is safe, and I have passed on the royal seal and the edict to them to appease the people everywhere. Bilano nodded. The "Morning Star" was suspended more than a dozen steps ahead, guiding the direction of the whole army's march.

"Davide? he's going back too?" King Nacini raised his eyebrows, for this royal brother, he really hated iron and steel.

"Yes, it seems to mean repentance. Bilano replied casually.

"This boy......" King Nacini thought the old magician was interceding for him, and after a moment's hesitation, he nodded in agreement, "Well, if he behaves well, I will consider reactivating it." ”

Hearing this, Villanoo felt an unbelievable feeling in his heart. For some reason, he suddenly felt a little sympathetic to King Nachinani. When this blindly confident child knows the truth of the matter, how desperate and resentful will he be?

"Master, we should be almost at the 'Fortress of Sorrows', right?" Before leaving, King Nacini had consulted the old map, and it seemed that the city of Elendil was not far ahead.

"Fifteen miles ahead, the 'fortress of sorrow,'" replied Villanoo, "and there are spirits entrenched there, and it is better for our army to take a detour in advance." ”

"Do you turn now?" said King Nacini for advice.

"No, another five miles. Vilanoo did not give a reason. King Nacini did not ask. At this point, all hope is tied to the old magician. Why bother asking?

The army continued to weave through the mist, and thanks to the blessing of the spell, the soldiers were as calm as ever. And the elite "Golden Hibiscus" and the Praetorian Guards also have the ability to pacify the war horses under them.

The "Fortress of Sorrows" stands on the hill, holding the choke point of the Elendil corridor. In addition to the lofty mountains on the east side, the north is facing the Tiebi Pass, and the west is the blood-soaked sand field. To the south, there are gradually widening valleys.

Under the guidance of Daystar, they went all the way unimpeded. The miasma floating around it also looks surprisingly docile. It is not as rumored that people flock to the living at the sight of it.

Vilano was at the head of the line, dispersing most of the miasma, though occasionally slipping through the net. Casualties are inevitable. But it was also within acceptable limits and did not provoke large-scale riots.

Closer and closer, closer and closer, when a corner of the tower appeared in the mist, Vilaneo stopped and turned around.

"What's that, Master?" said King Nacini, looking left and right. At the feet of the old magician, there was a half-cut stone stele. The handwriting is blurry, and the specific content is not clear.

"This is the city of Elendil," a deep voice came from the mist, "A few years ago, Snowton made peace with the Holy See, and your father united with the Holy See to destroy the city of Elendil at the cost of converting to the God of Light, and then reneged on the preface and refused to recognize the oath he had made. ”

"Who are you?" King Nacini sensed that something was wrong, and tightened his grip on the ancient sword at his waist. Agassi immediately ordered the whole army to be on alert.

"Poor idiots in the Holy See headquarters, they really think that they can occupy the Snowton Empire through means other than the battlefield," a vain figure, fluttering and swaying, gradually turning clear, "In the end, it is just a wedding dress for others, self-destruction of the fortified city, if it weren't for the soldiers and civilians of Elendil to fight to the death, so that the resentment is entrenched in no one, Snowton would have raised his army to the south and set foot on Ranken......"

"Master, who is he?" asked King Nacini with a snapped voice. These old things, even he himself doesn't know very well, why the other party is so clear.

"He is one of the three heroes of Elendil in the past, known as the 'Spear of the Dawn'," Biranoo replied with a slight smile, "and also the Grand Commander of the 'Wraith Legion', the Knight of Nightmares, Jerseyval." ”

"The destruction of the city by Elendil is all thanks to the Holy See of Light and Snowton," Jerseyval's voice continued, "Now the Holy See is unrecognizable and crumbling, but Snowton's blood for this is far from enough...... Since that crazy old lion is dead, let's take your little lion for your life. ”

With a roar, the behemoth swooped down, and Jerseyval floated up, sitting upright on the dragon's back, bone spear held high, white hair flying.

"Could it be that you're also from Elendil?" King Nachinani's first reaction was not to draw his sword to meet the enemy, but to question Villanoo.

"No, I'm a Snowton. The old magician floated backwards until he was a hundred paces away, and the voice was heard in the distance. The bright "Morning Star" returned to his palm from the sky, and its luster became more and more dim.

"Why, then, have you betrayed me?" said King Nacini glared at him, his right hand holding his sword, trembling slightly. Not because of the current situation, but because of the homeland of the North, it is the people, it is the Mordsch, it is the "Iron Lions", it is the old general of Kudran...... Are they okay now?

Still, alive?

"I'm a Snowdonian, but I'm also a magician, or rather, a magician above all," Biranoo replied slowly, shaking his head slowly, "I still have some feelings for the former kings, but you or Jonas make no difference to me...... Don't forget, I didn't swear allegiance to you all along, so why betray me?"

"Rebels and thieves!" said King Nacini angrily, drawing his sword and pointing it at the other man, "I am so blind that I trust you so much. ”

Vilano smiled calmly and didn't reply. Aside from the pact with the evil god "Deathknell", the reason for his rebellion is extremely simple, the martial King Nacini cannot devote the power of the country to help him go further on the path of magic. And Davide, who is a puppet, can do this.

"The whole army obeys the order and kills this thief!" Seeing that the king was so angry that he could not speak, Agasit immediately stepped forward, raised his arms and shouted.

"Just a high position, dare to say such a wild word?" Jersey Val let out a long roar, and the invisible spiritual fluctuations spread out in all directions.

"Then, what kind of ...... is that" With an obvious trill, the soldiers on the periphery of the team couldn't help but gasp.

Around them, phantom shadows appeared out of thin air, hideous yin spirits, poisonous miasma spirits, all over the mountains and fields, densely packed, encircling this army in the middle.

"Do you need me to do anything?" asked Viranoo, the "morning star" he was holding in his hand had turned solid black. It is said that the stars of the northern dome that can only be seen by those who are dying are called "signs of death".

"Your Excellency can just wait and see. Jerseyval waved his hand, rejecting his offer. At the same time, the fog cleared, and the crow chariot roared in, and the girl held the spear horizontally, and she was heroic.

"The Lion King, I give you a dignified death," Jersey Val said loudly, "Legend to legend, superior to superior, soldier to soldier, do you dare to fight?"

"Why don't you dare?" said King Nacini as he clapped his horse forward, and at the same time commanded in a low voice, "Concentrate your forces and break through to the south, and I will break the rear." ”

Agassi turned, conveying the order, and himself gripped the curved-bladed spear in a fighting stance.

"Uncle Wang, you go too. King Nacini urged.

"No, didn't the king hear him say, legend to legend, superior to superior?" Agassi pressed his chest, "The blood of the Snowton warrior is not to be taken back. ”

"Okay, then let you, my uncle and nephew, exterminate the remnants of Elendil. King Nacini took a deep breath, and the blood on his sword flowed like substance.

"Your Majesty," at this moment, a gold-armored commander, a prancing horse, rushed to the scene, bowed and saluted, "Praetorian Guard, please fight!"

King Nacini looked back in astonishment, and saw that 30,000 knights had formed a charging formation, not to the south, but to the north.

"'Hibiscus', fight!" Agassi stabbed his spear into the sky. In the battle array, tens of thousands of spears were raised in unison, and tens of thousands of pennants fluttered in the air, bordered by gold and red, declaring the glory of this hundred battles.

The fierce trumpet, the earth-shattering roar, and the abundant blood even stirred up the fog above the battle array. Jerseyval squinted slightly, and he had to admit that even the "Sword of Heaven" at its peak could not fight against such an army.

But times have changed, no matter how sharp the spears in their hands are, they can't pierce the void spirits, and no matter how strong the armor on their bodies is, they can't resist the invasion of miasma.

Hundreds of years of great military exploits, undefeated prestige, let's stop here.

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

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