Fortress of Sorrow, the head of the city.

Jersey Val returns triumphantly and meets Vilaneo, who is waiting for him.

"Is the contract made?" the old magician didn't talk nonsense, he was used to the other party's way of communicating.

"It is done," Jerseyval nodded, took something from his bosom, and handed it over, "This is left by the Lord, and after I have done it, I will pass it on to Your Excellency." ”

Villanoo reached out and took it, and it was a clear crystal bottle containing a pure black viscous liquid, churning endlessly, like a living thing.

Regardless of the presence of others, he couldn't wait to take out the bronze ink cartridge and lay it flat in front of him. The bottle is then unscrewed, and with one hand, the black liquid rises like a mist and is poured into the box from the top mouth.

Viranoo stared at the bird-shaped box, a little expectant, a little nervous. After a buzzing tremble, the ink erupts from the bird's beak and twists and turns in the air, eventually forming lines of small print.

Jersey Val turned his head sideways, unwilling to snoop on other people's privacy. Years ago, "Deathbell" reached a pact with Vilaneo, and it was with the help of the evil god that the Snowton mage was able to successfully advance to the legendary realm.

Viranoo skimmed through it roughly, and his expression gradually changed from initial confusion to understanding. He held his breath to make sure he had memorized everything, then double-checked that there were no mistakes, and it took a quarter of an hour before he looked up and put the bronze cartridge in his arms again.

"Your Excellency, did you get what you wanted?" asked Jerseyval, turning around, with a hint of expulsion in his tone.

"Yes," Biranoo said without hesitation, knowing that he was still going after King Nacchini, "then, take his leave." ”

"I don't send it. "For the Snowdons. Jersey Val didn't have a good feeling.

"Also, the Lord must have said that Your Excellency needs to set aside some troops to defend the 'Fortress of Sorrows', right?" Bilanoo finally confirmed, he did not want to support Davide in his succession. The remnants of the Southern Expeditionary Army sneaked back.

"Of course. Jersey Val replied indifferently.

Vilanoo nodded, bowed slightly, and disappeared from sight, where he had been standing, only a glimmer of starlight and the sound of strings that had dissipated.

"What kind of spell is that?" asked Kashiaki as she leaned over and asked curiously.

"That's the Star String, the Brilliant Star Mage, who can pass through the Gravitational String. Achieve the effect of teleportation......" Despite the time constraints, Jerseyval explained a few words, and then, he commanded softly, "Alvet, I am going to pursue King Nacini, and in the meantime, you will guard the 'Fortress of Sorrows'...... I'll take most of the 'miasma' with me. That's why you're going to send out the Dead Renoom Warriors to fill their gaps. You should also patrol in the morning and evening to avoid omissions. ”

"Yes," the girl hesitated, "I ...... Can't I go with you?"

"There's a need for a general here, besides you. No one can do that. Jersey Val patted her on the shoulder, summoned the dragon, and prepared to go.

"Okay. The girl stood obediently to the side, she didn't know how to resist.

"By the way, watch that guy. I'll deal with it when I get back," Jerseyval said, pointing to the dream prison where Illo was being held, "and remember, don't let him out under any circumstances." ”

Pakki nodded yes, and when he looked up again, Jersey Val had already jumped on the back of the dragon and led the "Wraith Legion" to the south like a dark cloud.

Allegri descended, and in the horizon, the floating island grew farther and farther away.

The sound of the fierce wind passed by his ears, and his messy black hair tore in the wind. Just when he thought that he was going to fall to his death like this, the pale cyan wings slammed open and pulled him upwards violently.

Leaning back to levitating, Allegri opened his eyes, and on the western sea, the sun was shining and the sky was stained with fire.

He was a little incredulous, but it was so, the wings of the wind spread, and he flew like a big bird to the distant island of Thran.

Even in this situation, Allegri has to admit that it is really refreshing to fly in the wind. As Fadreva said, he controlled the direction with both hands, getting closer and closer to the land, and gradually seeing the towering port city.

"It was Dover, the most prosperous commercial city in the south-west of the island of Thorland, and the only port to the outside world. On the floating island, Fadreva casually introduced. In their sight, Allegri had turned into a small black dot, fluttering and falling towards the distant land.

Onisha put her hands on her chest and looked into the distance, as if she was afraid that something would happen. But everything went well, Allegri glided through the air, without jumping up and down, not even the slightest fluctuation.

"Let's go back. Christina beckoned. But the girl remained where she was, until Allegri's form melted into the glow.

Closer, closer, Allegri's chosen landing site is a tidal flat on the outskirts of the city. In the afterglow of the setting sun, he could already see the sand and the grass, separated only a few miles by the sea, and two or three hundred meters high.

"He landed. Fadreva spoke, and with a swipe of his hand, a shadow of light appeared in front of him, faintly visible, and Allegri staggered forward to dissipate the inertia of the landing.

Onessa nodded silently, finally relieved.

The masters of the floating island each returned to the palace. Under the control of Fadreva, the "Tower of the Wind" was restarted, turned to the southeast, and the invisible giant sails opened, and every time it glided, it was a journey of tens of miles.

The breeze passed through the hall, blowing the girl's long hair, and the island in the air and the island in the sea became farther and farther away, never to be seen again.

Allegri fell to his knees, gasping for air.

To this day, he still can't believe that he really survived.

Maybe we should thank Onisha, Allegri smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking that he would definitely die, but he was lucky enough to save a life, but there was no joy in his heart, but endless emptiness and confusion.

Up and down, there was no strength, he knelt there in a daze, his mind was stunned, and for a while, he didn't know how to deal with himself.

Right now. He suddenly reacted that something was not quite right.

The magic lines between the fingers slowly retreated, but they did not dissipate, but were distorted and reconstructed. What is even more alarming is the pair of wind wings. It was originally drooping downward, but now it suddenly rose up and opened again.

Allegri was shocked, and subconsciously reached out to pull it. But everything was in vain, with his current strength, how could he interfere with the operation of high-level spells.

The next moment, the strong wind was agitated, and the pale cyan wings flapped violently, and the lift was irresistible. He was lifted up quickly to a height of several hundred meters.

Then, the last trace of magic of the "Wind Wing Technique" was exhausted, and the feathers that fluttered one after another, piece by piece, withered and disappeared with the wind.

Such subtle control must have been the handiwork of Fadreva, right? There is no anger of being played, but a deep despair and numbness. He hung his head numbly. Looking at this strange land. Falling from this height is no different from the "Tower of the Wind", and for him, it is just a death.

The Wind Wing Technique dissipated completely, and he began to fall, revealing the yin wind of death. Rushing to the face. It was at this moment that Allegri was suddenly stunned, hurriedly reached out, and took out a piece of cloth from his arms.

Simple lines, incomplete circles. His fingers trembled as he unfolded it, and the sound of a strip of cloth being torn seemed to sound in his ears.

In his final moments, Allegri barely managed to calm down, pouring the remnants of his magic into it. On the cloth, there was a faint light, and the magic lines were wriggling little by little, trying to connect together.

His hands were trembling, his whole body was trembling, and if he were to be executed, he would be able to face it calmly. But after the catastrophe, the rest of his life, and then another catastrophe, the idea of survival was stimulated in this process.

As if hearing the grim reaper's sneer, Allegri closed his eyes and resigned himself to fate. At this imminent moment, the lines merged, the arcane brilliance shone, and the "levitation technique" was successfully launched.

The sudden hovering made Allegri a little overwhelmed, he floated in mid-air, he couldn't go up and down, he couldn't get down, and even began to sway left and right, spinning around.

He spread his arms and feet and tried to keep his body balanced, but it didn't work, like a drowning man who couldn't find a way to climb back to shore.

Allegri glanced down, there were still twenty or thirty meters, even if there was sand as a buffer, but if the time limit for the "levitation technique" was up, there was a high chance that he would fall to his death.

And with his weak magic power, I'm afraid that after a few minutes, he will no longer be able to maintain this low-level spell.

No, it can't be like this. Allegri glanced at it, and not far away was the sea, and if he fell into the water, then he would not die.

Thinking of this, he tried to turn, carefully raised his hands and feet, and crawled in that direction.

After some hard work, Allegri finally climbed above the sea, the only problem was that it seemed to be a little too much, and the distance between him and the land was a little farther away.

But it's okay to be sure.

Allegri let out a sigh of relief and waited patiently for the time limit of the "levitation technique" to pass, but why, he always felt that something was wrong?

Falling, buffering, seawater ...... Seawater?

The moment the pattern dimmed and he began to fall, Allegri suddenly realized.

He forgot that he couldn't swim.

Three years after the revival, the end of the old era and the beginning of the new era.

This year, Snowton's Lion King, is the absolute protagonist. At the beginning of the year, he was still in the wolf plain to clear the rebels and resist the barbarians, and at the end of the year, a new rebel army had appeared, and the barbarian flying horses from the Cangyuan drove thousands of miles into the imperial capital Norman, and Gongwei Davide ascended the throne.

Don't forget, Nacini was able to subdue the barbarians because he had Piranoo and Davide under his command, so that the enemy had nothing to hide and had to surrender. In contrast, the barbarians were more afraid of the legendary mages and the dragon knights, and half a year earlier, they had secretly made a pact with Vilano.

There is no doubt that in the shocking layout of the evil god "Death Knell", the two old magicians of Buyada and Snowton are the most important chess pieces.

Felleva took over the Tower of the Wind and completely destroyed the Path of the Lightseeker, and Vilano instigated Davide to usurp the throne and misled King Nacini until he and his army of tens of thousands led him into a trap in the corridor of Elendil.

It was the two of them who joined forces, step by step, and finally forced the Lion King into the final desperate situation.

Once full of ambition, once high-spirited military parades, once devastated, swept Ian, once met with enemy chieftains privately, and talked and laughed......

The king who was once like a lion, where should he go now, looking for his heroic figure in the southern country of the Prancing Horse?

I'm afraid I won't see it again.

Jerseyval, the Nightmare Knight, personally led the "Wraith Legion" to chase and kill all the way. By the time King Nacini fled from the corridor of Elendil, his men numbered less than 10,000.

The moment they turned and fled, the courage to fight and the blood in their breasts dissipated at the same time as the dignity of the warriors. This army will never be able to turn back and fight, they can only flee in a hurry until they are killed by the yin spirits behind them, one after another.

However, compared to Innedir, Nacini was also lucky. The white-robed archbishop of the Holy See of Light, but he was alone at the end, falling into the dust full of despair in the fragments of lies that were punctured.

In the south of the continent, the rulers of the "Holy Alliance" and the rulers of the northern part of the continent, the country of hussars, in the same month and in the same year, they retired from the stage of history one after another, handing over this bloody battlefield to future generations.

King Davide, who had just ascended the throne, and his protector Viranoo, were bound to lose the support of the Lords of Snowton. The northern land, which has just emerged from the trauma of war, is bound to fall into the flames of war again. And the eldest prince Jonas, who is recuperating and recuperating, is afraid that he will also take advantage of the chaos.

The Buyada Empire, which sat on the mountain and watched the tiger fight, finally found an opportunity to lay the pattern of the south in one fell swoop. At the same time as the "Tower of the Wind" soared, the Tulip Sword Saint Ronnero troops came out of Taranto, and hundreds of thousands of troops, with an unstoppable momentum, swept through the southern border of Setstian, and I am afraid that it will not take long to attack the hinterland of the desert country.

The "Wraith Legion" drove Snowton's southern expeditionary army from north to south. And when they cross the St. Ymas River, they will inevitably be blocked by the "Valhalla", and a two-sided or even three-way battle will break out on that fertile plain.

The torm federation that is torn apart, the lowland elf kingdom that is eager to try, and the setstian who are unwilling to fail, and the demigod race that wakes up in the wilderness mountains and forests are afraid that they will all be thrown into this melee that affects the north and south of the continent.

They, all these creatures, bathed in the flowing aura of the kingdom of the gods, are bound to become even stronger.

And when the hand holding the butcher's knife is more powerful and powerful, how can the blood flowing decrease?

The War of Kings ushered in a new beginning, where there was no unified force, only endless conquest, despair, and death.

Of course, in the list of combatants, there are two of the most shining ones, who can use swords as pens and blood as ink, and more and more people have painted their names on them.

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

PS: (End of this volume.) ）