"You, here?"

A gentle voice sounded, but Allegri couldn't help but be dumbfounded, not knowing how to answer.

The sky was still blue, and he was still holding the small pure white fireball in his hand, but there was another person not far in front of him.

A near-perfect, just emerged man.

The long white and golden hair is shawl, and the wisps are overflowing with a faint holy light. He was slender and straight, with a handsome face, and was dressed in a simple pure white robe, without any other decoration.

But when he stood there with his hands in his hands, it was like a ray of warm sunshine, which made people's hearts warm.

However, it was not only who he was who shocked Allegri, but also the way he appeared.

Just now, at the moment when he raised the pure white fireball in his hand, the clouds in the sky suddenly trembled and stirred, rushing in his direction, as if they were hungry and thirsty.

Allegri was still worried that the stunned cloud would directly surround and burn him, and subconsciously sent a "flame shield" in an instant.

But the clouds were just gathering in front of him.

Then, they slowly merged together, and began to twist and change.

This person, in this way, gradually appeared in front of him, chic and leisurely.

"You, here?"

The nice voice sounded again, and the other party tilted his head slightly, still maintaining a warm smile on his face, as if he was greeting him.

However, only Allegri knew that the other party's eyes did not stay on him at all. His eyes were crystal clear, his gaze was clear and innocent, like a child, but he kept wandering around, as if he was not talking to himself at all.

So, who is he looking at?

Allegri looked around. The sky was as blue as promised, and the clouds in the sky had all disappeared, leaving only the Dao Holy Light stirring endlessly.

Other than that, there were no other anomalies.

"You're ...... Talk to me?" Allegri said softly, tentatively.

"You, here?" the other party didn't seem to hear at all, still smiling. Again, the same question was asked.

Allegri frowned and stared at him, the other party seemed to be not human at all, more like an illusion between the virtual and the real. He had also heard of such phantom fragments. Some powerful mages usually use this method to preserve some valuable information.

In addition, the other party actually gave him a very familiar feeling, but he couldn't say it for a while.

"Is it Innedil?" said Allegri to himself, shaking his head and denying his own idea. Ever since the Battle of the Valley, he has been disgusted and resentful of Innedir. The illusion gave him a cordial and gentle feeling.

He looked closely, and compared to Innedir, the guy opposite was equally handsome and straight, and there seemed to be a lot of similarities. But his eyes were pure, his smile was hearty, and there was no trace of wit between his eyebrows, and it was absolutely impossible for him to admit his mistake.

So, who is he?

Between thoughts. The illusion spoke again, but the content was still the same "You're here".

"Yes. I'm coming. Allegri hesitated for a moment, then replied head-on.

This time the other party finally had a hint of reaction, but it was very subtle. His scattered gaze seemed to condense slightly, and he glanced at the pure white flame in his hand.

Allegri had an idea, and hurriedly took two steps forward, holding the fireball in his hand in front of the illusion. Then she looked at him expectantly.

The phantom's gaze was immediately attracted by the flames, staring at the small pure white fireball, as if thoughtful.

Then, he stretched out his right hand and flicked his fingers slightly.

Bang. The same pure white flame emerged, looking almost identical, quietly hovering in the palm of his jade-white hand.

The illusion looked up and looked at him with a serious expression.

I'm rubbing, are you showing off with me?

Allegri saw that a trace of pride seemed to flash in his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a little helpless, you should give more hints, such a comparison psychology is unacceptable.

In the time that followed, Allegri stared at him and began to withdraw orders without a clue. The other person is obviously an irritable illusion, and it is possible that a certain action or sentence will make the other person react. Therefore, he began to greet him like a dead mouse, ranging from a simple "Have you eaten?" to an emotional recitation of the entire "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng", and at the end of the year, Allegri even began to dance in front of him, twisting his waist and shaking his hips......

However, even though he had betrayed his personality and dignity, the other party still did not react, and the illusion did not even say the initial "you are here".

"Hey, I said dude," Allegri finally stopped in despair, and said helplessly, "you have a great fire, but you can have a word with me." ”

I don't know which word touched his nerves, but the illusion actually stretched out his finger and pointed at the flame in Allegri's hand, and said softly, "This is, fire." ”

"yes, it's fire. Allegri suddenly became excited, nodded again and again, and did not even dare to blink with his eyes wide for fear of missing something.

After the illusion finished saying this, he did not stop, pointing to the pure white flame in his hand, and repeated,

"This is, fire. ”

Seeing that the illusion no longer moved, Allegri frowned and thought again.

What he had in his hand was definitely a fireball, but the flame in his hand opposite was undoubtedly the so-called "Bright Sacred Flame", and the orderly and stable warm feeling was no different from the large mass in the square.

But in his mouth, it all turned into "fire".

"Is this fire? is it really fire?" Allegri muttered, gritting his teeth and leaning over with the flames in his phantom hand.

Since it's all fire, let me see what happens when they merge!

A blazing white flame rose into the sky.

Illo turned around in surprise, and saw the "Bright Holy Flame" not far away burning brightly, the fire was fierce, and the flame head jumped into the air, a full height of three feet.

At the same time, the pale-faced girl in the middle of the square suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed on the ground on her back, as if she had lost consciousness and did not know whether she was alive or dead.

Antagon.

The "Feathers of Holy Light" that were fluttering in mid-air were already sparse and shallow, but this time they dissipated directly in mid-air, and no trace fell.

The fine silver sand patterns on the stone slabs also gradually scattered in the breeze.

There was a clear cry from the southeast corner of the square, and after losing the suppression of the holy light, Silves recovered some of his strength, and immediately killed the guards around him.

According to the half-elf's battlefield philosophy, at this time, he should have attacked Silves to help the guards maintain the fighting situation, but now he just turned to look at the middle of the stone platform in a daze, with a stunned face.

In the light of the flames that rose into the sky, a trace of pure white flame was spreading up Allegri's arm, like white snakes writhing and climbing.

"Allegri?" Illo exclaimed, and a few arrows rushed forward, trying to pull him away.

But as soon as he touched Allegri's body, a hot and agitated force would bounce him away, leaving him to spin around anxiously.

Slowly, pure white flames had spread to Allegri's neck, and began to climb towards his face.

At this moment, a blazing spark suddenly exploded in the center of his eyebrows, and the purple-red flame burned vigorously.

This is the flame from the Herseus lineage, the ultimate fire magic that magicians can wield.

The wisps of pure white flame were the supreme "Flame of Light", and the purple sparks were the ultimate power pursued by the magician, and they held each other in Allegri's body like this, not giving an inch to each other.

Illo saw that the upper half of Allegri's face was lilac, but the lower half of his face was pale, and the dividing line between the two sides shook and changed like a tug-of-war, which looked very strange, but now he had no way to interfere.

However, with the huge "Bright Flame" as the backing, these White Front troops who came from the arm-to-arm expedition seemed to have a certain advantage, and were advancing along the Lip Basin towards the Nose Mountains, and it seemed that they would soon be able to hit the Eyebrow Forest.

Just as the Purple Front was retreating, the palm of Allegri's left hand suddenly erupted with a hint of black-red aura, and the phantom of a two-headed dragon flashed away, and immediately began to cut off the reinforcements of pure white flames.

Illo glanced at his palm, and couldn't help but realize that it was the breath left by Amosic, which also contained the power of the purgatory flame, and he didn't know what the Dao was stimulating.

The black-red aura blocked the back road, the purple-red flame stubbornly defended, and the pure white flame was one against two but not afraid at all, and it was a draw.

This should probably be the first time in history that the "Bright Holy Flame", "Purgatory Demon Fire", and the flame power of a human mage exist in a person's body at the same time.

But what kind of results will these three completely different and even faintly opposing forces lead to?

Illo didn't know any of this, and he didn't know how to help Allegri. Maybe all he could do now was to pray in a low voice, but the eldest brother's faith seemed to be that of the goddess of commerce, and the existence who was fond of gold and treasure came in person, but he could only be helpless, so Allegri could only ask for more blessings for himself.

There was no way Iroll could help him, he could only get back on his feet and watch the situation around him, protecting the bodies of his two old friends on the stone platform.

What happened to the "Bright Flame" naturally attracted the attention of others.

Inedil had already led the rest of the guards to the side of the Holy Maiden, and there was no more strength left to interfere with Illo and Allegri.

On the other side, Silves, who had broken through, listened attentively to the shouting and killing sound that sounded in the west of the city, and then looked at the half-elves who were waiting for him, and seemed to be a little hesitant. (To be continued......)

PS: (double change)