"Captain, King Nacini is getting married!" exclaimed Bai Ji as soon as they met.

Evelola, who was following the magician, felt Allegri's body stun, she almost hit him on the back, and as soon as she dodged, she heard him laugh casually,

"So what?"

"But...... But what is the queen's name...... Miss Catherina. Bai Ji was a little anxious, the mainland lingua franca was not her mother tongue, and she wanted to point fingers when she was in a hurry.

"What?" said Allegri, stunned again, repeated, "Catherina?

"It seems to be the only daughter of General Cartroman. Bai Ji finally relented.

"Oh......" Allegri nodded, not knowing if he really understood or if he faked.

Bai Ji looked at his expressionless face, and was inexplicably a little weak, and heard him yawn and laughed, "So what?"

Dumbfounded, Allegri waved his hand and turned to walk towards the magic tower.

"Hey...... Captain, what are you doing?" Bai Ji chased after him in two steps.

"The fifth floor of the magic tower has been built, and I will go and paint the magic tower. Allegri said indifferently, and walked into the magic tower without looking back.

"What the hell is going on?" Evelora glanced at Allegri in confusion and turned to ask Pakki, "What's going on?"

Bai Ji opened her mouth, shook her head a little interestedly, waved her hand to signal that she had nothing and turned back to sleep, she had been traveling continuously for the past few days, but she was tired.

The materials for drawing the magic tower, Brooke had already prepared, and they were neatly placed there.

Allegri picked up the pen and felt like he had never been in such good shape. Although he was woken up by Ephrola early in the morning, and then explained the structure of the magic array for a whole morning, he only found out later that he was playing the harp to the cow.

But at this moment. With the pen and ink in his hand, Allegri suddenly felt a scorching breath rise from his chest, and he had a feeling of not vomiting or being unhappy.

The strokes are swaying, and the magic circuits that are flying in front of him are dismantled into countless fragments, and what they have learned in the past few years seems to be fragmented in their minds, but the principles of the context are extremely clear.

It's like broken sand. The long wind blows, and after the most stubborn, only tens of millions of years of hard-won truth remains. And on it, the traces carved go deep into the bone marrow.

As one of the three core circles, the "energy furnace" is complex and difficult, and the requirements for magicians are extremely high. Originally, according to Allegri's plan, he would need to spend at least a week designing and drawing to basically ensure the efficiency and safety of the magic array.

He stood on the fifth floor, as empty as his heart, and the esoteric and smooth strokes poured out from his hands. Meanwhile. The nine spells solidified in the sea of his soul gradually burned in the raging flames, and the end of the pen swiped, the flames rose, and he fell into it and could not get rid of it.

I don't know how long it has been, and the strokes stretch out like vines in all directions. In Allegri's sea of souls, the solidified spell circuits had burned clean in the sea of fire, and only a few simple sketches remained, scattered in the air. After the most condensed and solidified into a tiny flame, it looked like a star in the distance. If you look closely, you can see one miniature flame rune after another.

The magic array completely completed the last stroke, and it flickered three times like a breath before it completely dimmed. Allegri, however, used nothing more than charcoal, and the sketches he drew had such a vision.

Allegri still stood, and the flames of the sea of souls swelled like a tidal wave. The splash of water flew into the sky, and one flame after another was attracted to the sky, trembling slightly. They are also unevenly arranged, and at a cursory glance they are divided into seven or eight clusters, as if one constellation after another is suspended in the sky.

For a long time. The tide gradually calmed down, and tiny flame runes, each representing the structure of a most basic magical circuit, were arranged like stars. The original solidification spell was gone, and only the fiery stars in the sky were dazzling.

Allegri slowly opened his eyes, glancing around a little dazedly.

The twilight was already very deep, and the magic tower was dark, and at the staircase, Ephora, dressed in a water-green dress, chuckled, "You woke up, great painter?"

Allegri looked down for a moment, only to find that the magic array of the "Energy Furnace" had been completely drawn, which looked mysterious and beautiful, and some of the turning points were smooth without the slightest stagnation, which was actually a rare high level. Even some of the structures that he had been hesitating to choose had been hooked together, and now he looked over and found that it was the best choice.

"I drew it?" Allegri pointed to himself in disbelief.

"That's right," Evelola bowed slightly, "thank you for such a wonderful art." ”

Allegri scratched his head a little embarrassed and cautiously walked out, "It's so late. ”

Evelola glanced at the magic array on the ground obsessively, admired slightly, saw Allegri coming over, and said with a smile, "By the way, I haven't congratulated you yet, you have successfully advanced." ”

"Advance?" Allegri wondered, yet he understood.

"Yes, Your Excellency the Grand Mage," Evelora looked at him carefully and nodded, "Don't doubt my eyesight, I've seen all the legendary mages." ”

Allegri was a little dazed, and was ready to call Herseus to ask for a while, but he didn't want to think about it at this time, so he said to the elf girl, "Thank you, let's go, let's go to dinner together." ”

"No," Evelola shook her head, "I should go back." ”

The two of them walked down the magic tower together, the sky was already full of stars, Allegri could distinguish it slightly, but found that it was completely different from those in his own sea of souls, and it seemed that those fire runes only looked like them.

"Are you really leaving?" said Allegri as he walked out of the tower gate, greeted by Brooke, who was still waiting there.

"Yes. Ephrola nodded, and I don't know what signal the road was sending from the road, and the chirping of the dragon eagle came from the sky, and it only reached the top of their heads in an instant, and landed in a circle.

"Have a nice trip. Allegri didn't hold back either, saying goodbye.

"Let's hope it's a tailwind, a little faster," the girl said, turning her head and smiling, "Allegri, are you interested in forming an alliance with us?"

Allegri was slightly stunned, the dragon eagle had already flapped its wings and flew away.

"Teacher, teacher?" Brooke looked at Allegri, feeling something different about him.

"The magic circle has been drawn, you can ask the craftsmen to come tomorrow, this circle is very important, I will work with you to guide them......" Allegri commanded softly.

"I know this," Brooke nodded, still looking at Allegri curiously, "Teacher, what's wrong with you, how do I feel a breath of fire lingering?"

Allegri tilted his head and motioned for them all to get out of the way, and looked at the clearing in front of him, without speaking, but with his hand outstretched.

A faint red light swirled, and Allegri felt that in the sea of souls, several small stars suddenly emitted a few rays of light, hooked together, and the magic power filled in, and in a few breaths, a "fireball" had been sprayed out.

Brooke scratched his head, although he didn't chant, the instantaneous rudimentary "fireball technique" was something that even Afra could do.

Allegri smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand again, red light swirling, the same starlight in the sea of souls, only more numerous, more complex structure, and more mana consumed. But the time it took was almost the same, and the mid-level "flame shackles" were churning in the clearing.

Brooke frowned, as if he had thought of something.

Allegri's hand didn't retract, the red light lit up, more stars, more stars, so complicated that it almost mobilized the structure of most stars, and the mana consumed made his face a little pale.

But the time spent was still about the same, and there was still no chanting.

The pillar of fire soared into the sky, transforming into a huge fire-breathing dragon, with magma-like flames flowing from the corners of its mouth, and it looked around with a strong force before it suddenly dispersed.

Brooke had a flash of inspiration and exclaimed in shock and joy, "Teacher, you...... You've been promoted?"

Allegri smiled to himself, and heard the onlookers erupt in applause and applause, mixed with shouts of "Good", "This trick is good!", "One more, one more!".

"Is this trick going to be good?" Allegri muttered, shrugging in the last words.

In the southeast of the former Snowton Empire, on the west side of a northward branch of the Dawn Mountains, there is a high-quality alpine meadow, which was once the horse and rest base of the "Purple Electric Light Cavalry", and it was also a gift from Althea's grandfather to Nacini.

But the strange thing is that even now, even if this territory is surrounded by Jonas's territory, and even if the "Purple Electric Light Cavalry" has been wiped out as an organization, there is still no change in this territory that has been nominally handed over to Nacini. Maintain an independent and detached existence.

The army of Jonas would never set foot on this land, a land rich in horses and heroes, a territory that once belonged to the Duke of Deranor.

In the middle of the territory, in the gloomy castle, the biggest reason for the independent existence of this territory is struggling to stand up.

"Nacini and Catherina?" asked the old man with a frown. The long years had eroded everything, his eyes were cloudy, his gaze was dim, wrinkles crept up on his face that had once terrified his enemies, his tall body now looked a little clumsy, only his voice was still low and majestic.

"Yes, General. "In front of him was also an old man, dressed as a butler, and the sleeve on the left side was empty, which was a sign of war.

"Good, good. The old duke nodded slightly, and this action caused him to cough violently. He looked around, and the castle was dilapidated and gloomy, like a tomb he had prepared for himself.

Since Hansent's death, he has never stepped out of this fortress, waiting for death to come in solitude. Even the enlistment order written by the "Thunder King" himself is just a piece of ashes in the fireplace.

Now, so what? (To be continued......

PS: (double change)