The Amber Sword

As Mayfist had not separated himself from Royer, he took his sword and Royer, who confronted him, stood still and saw the former take a step back and fade into the grey realm.

“Hmm?” Royal gray white eyebrows lifted slightly, lowering his right hand, while the spell in his hand that was growing faded away. There are rumours in the Empire about Mayfister's forest species, some of them absurd, but none of them ever mention his cowardice. Royal, though unfamiliar with Mayfist, could see that he was not afraid of himself, but what he had in mind, his eyes sweeping consciously into the forest.

In the woods, Brando and Charles looked directly at each other, and the Silver Queen was already suspicious, and it was only a matter of time before they discovered their flawed lie, and they made the same choice at the same time, splitting up and fleeing.

The two of them turned around and fled. Medfis caught up with Brando one step at a time. Andrig reacted a little slowly, and she hesitated for a moment before choosing the other direction alone.

The Silver Queen almost beamed to react. “Get them!” She screamed angrily.

A horrible force swept halfway across the sky, striking the King of Witches, she reached out a finger and emitted a round of silver apertures that instantly widened to a radius of several miles, like a tangible wave of water, sweeping the entire forest between her eyes, catching Brando running behind her back.

Brando felt only a sudden drop in temperature, the cold breeze blowing, behind him was the sound of the ice wolf roaring after him, he subconsciously reached out and touched his face, his palms wet with snow and crushed ice.

From far to near the forest floor, a thick layer of white frost was created, covered in stacked dead leaves, moss and rock, all the trees faded, and the leaves fell. However, before it reached the ground, it had frozen. The branches were covered with an ice prism, and the north wind had blown, and it was loud and loud.

Brando landed on a rock, his foot was heavy, he was not good at secrets, he couldn't lift his foot, the white frost on the ground seemed to survive spreading along his horse boots, formed a thick layer of ice between his eyes.

This is the power of the North Wind, the element of the Witch King, which is one of the most important inheritances of the Witch, coming from the Witch Queen, and the same inheritance as the Witch Queen's maid, although second-class, does not affect the power it exhibits in front of Brando.

This is just a breathing time, he can no longer feel his frozen foot. It is appalling that the power of the Witch King is already the peak of the polar realm, but what is most appalling is the power of the North Wind, the power of some of the top elements of the Saints' Wartime, which, although second-class, is no less than the BOSS elements of the world he has seen in the past.

“That's not going to work.” Brando insinuated that the North Wind was so powerful that in a matter of seconds he estimated that the whole person might be locked in ice. Biting his lower teeth, he sobered himself up a little bit, and Brando gazed at the hollow jungle a few hundred feet away, ready to activate the elements of space to transmit himself.

A golden line of law flashed in his eyes, and he was about to find the right order of law, but suddenly a pounding force descended from the sky and pressed against him, Brando was overwhelmed, the transmission of space was interrupted on the spot, the force of the elements instantly reversed, if he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been seriously injured on the spot, but even so, he was still not well off, suddenly grunted and pale.

The connection to the elements is forcibly severed, which is absolutely the force of the most extreme plains -

For the swordsmen and wizards of the polar realm, in the polar realm they are like the giant Antheos, who stands above the earth, from which constant power can be gained, so that the polar plain has a domain to say.

Extreme experts in the personal realm are almost extremely difficult to beat.

So the battle above the polar limit is often when the powerful party uses its own domain laws to break down the other party's domain laws first, and when the boundary suppresses too much, the powerful party can even use the domain to forcibly sever the other party's ties to the law world.

There is definitely more than one person on this battlefield who can absolutely suppress himself, but without pulling him into the extreme plains, he is cut off from his own elements, and can apply the power of the polar to this level, looking at the whole empire, there are only a few people there.

Brando raised his head a little too hard to see Royal stretching out his right hand in the middle of the air.

Halfway up, Walla couldn't help shaking his head, Mayfist let him leave Brando alone, he was curious in his heart where the Grey Sword Saint had full confidence in his students, know that the other side was right at the top of the Empire Power Pyramid, not one, but several.

It was a little disappointing to see Royal and the Witch King join forces to leave Brando behind, but this result was unexpected to him, even with the blade of the sword, but the power gap was obvious. If seven or eight polar masters here let a descendant escape under their eyes, wouldn't the empire have a face?

Not surprised in his heart, he raised his hand a little, the Golden Flame Sanctuary flashed in his hand, preparing to help Brando lift the fence, but he had just moved and Saban and Richard appeared before him again.

The great leader of the Knights of Fire danced with the wind as if he were an angry lion, with a long sword shining in his hand, a sword like a meteor crossing the sky, and a golden fiery sword stretched thousands of feet across the holy line of golden flames in front of Walla.

Although Saban next to him did not make the first move, the meaning in his eyes was very clear:

Your opponent is here.

Vara was helpless, if Richard was not alone enough to make him what he could be, but Saban Tiger next to him looked at him and made him feel difficult, his fingers slammed, the golden holy smoke in front of him dissipated, and a golden shield appeared on him.

The golden sword is precisely split over the shield, and half the sky shines like daylight between the hours.

The thunderbolts on the hills where Cold Lu Estate is situated continue to shine. At this moment, the swordlight and magical glow intersect. The entire capital of the Empire has long understood that there may be elementary level fighting on the hills, but no one dares to leave the house to find out. The residents hide in their homes and look through the windows at the crowds gathering in the streets with anxiety:

Wearing cloaks, the more hidden people gather in the streets, and if there were patrol cavalry to disperse them on weekdays, they would be different today.

Until this moment, the City Guard, the Ranger Cavalry, had no one, as if the Empire's control over its heart had quietly disappeared.

Silent anxiety pervaded the emperor, and countless people could not sleep that night.

In the frost-covered forest, the hard ice spreads along Brando's knees with a click to his waist, and he can almost feel the unusual tingling of his lower body blood freezing, and the King of Witches looks at him in the middle of the sky —— a pretty beautiful middle-aged woman, but the other person's eyes are like rolling mercury balls, unable to see either white eyes or pupils, gray silver flakes, making it look very indifferent —— and she measures Brando with this cold golden color: "Dragon of Darkness? ”

Brando didn't have a hard time hearing the mockery in his tone, but he didn't change his face and frowned as if he was thinking of a way out.

He held this position for a few breaths, and the firm ice continued to climb up his waist, covering his chest between turns.

But it was at this time that Royal, with his right hand flattened over Brando, suddenly frowned and looked subconsciously in the direction of the Golden Calendula business district.

The Witch King instantly changed his face.

At this moment.

Brando, frozen by the north wind, suddenly collapsed like a broken ice sculpture, dissipated in the air as a piece of snow that had not yet landed and dissipated invisible.

“Fold the ice!” Agatheris on one side looked subconsciously at the King of Witches. If she didn't know it was impossible, she would almost assume that he was collaborating with Brando. The King of Witches in the Hall had been tricked into tricyclical illusion by an element.

The Witch King's face was so gloomy: “Chase! ”

She said only one word, but not far away Royer helped add: "Stopping his men, his means of escape were somewhat peculiar, and the folding of the ice was just an obstacle. ”

Agatheris looked back and didn't care where Charles and his two little descendants had gone because their main goal was Brando, but the Knights of the Flames had surrounded them in the forest, so don't worry about wings flying out of the fence.

But she had just seen the young sorcerer's attendant, watching the other person's figure fade into the forest and eventually disappear into the invisible.

Seeing this strange scene, the witch of the Golden Sea only felt her hair was about to rise. The power of Warnde's magic and elements varied, but the means by which the young wizard's servant disappeared before her did not belong to any of them.

Neither invisible nor illusory, she did not even feel any magical fluctuations, the line of law was calm on the other side of the world as it had begun, and there were no traces of half elements, giving the feeling that a person disappeared without any reason in front of her.

As a witch, the mistress of Lonely Hill, Agatheris had this strange thought: Ghost?

She looked a little creepy in other directions and saw Andrig and Medfis disappear almost the same way into the forest.

Almost all the flaming knights that surrounded them stayed.

“On the edge of the Golden Calendula business district,” Royer's eyes flashed with light, finally determining the speculation in his heart: “This is not magic. ”

“Nor is it witchcraft.” The King of Witches replied with a calm face.

“Nor do I feel any trace of the elements.” The youngest girl replied with a smile.

After all, Royal and the Witch King could not help but remain silent, neither magical nor vegetarian, nor draw on the power of the Witches' dreams. What power is this?

The point is that they are not aware of such a means.

That is, this power has gone beyond their perception.

“I seem to have heard of such a force," Royer answered with a sudden frown after a moment of silence: “But...”

The Witch King's eyes glistened, silent, and she had heard of such power.

But that's already a distant story.

The man who once possessed it possessed an ancient and present title, which the world called the Dragon of Darkness.

The great saint Walla, who watched the scene from afar, couldn't help but see that the little fellow had given him a surprise, unlike anyone else present, who clearly recognized the source of Brando's power.

Travel Magician--

They did come back.

This student, Mayfister, was amazing, and he slowly stopped, and a column of light broke through the dark clouds, descending from the middle of the sky, letting Richard and Saban, his adversary, move.

“Holy Word Shelter! ”

There are a few shouts below.

Richard and Saban were set in a flawless golden light, angry at Walla, and in the distance Royer subconsciously tried to strike, but looked at the golden light, shook his head, and retracted his steps.

Sacred Word Shelter is the highest ecclesiastical spell of the Temple of Fire. It is also the most powerful means of preserving life on the Temple. Within the Sacred Word Shelter, Walla wants to leave. Apart from Sage, Warnd is afraid that no one can leave him.

When Sidney escaped from Didu with this spell, Richard and others could not help her, let alone the Great Saint Walla himself.

At this moment Walla's figure was fading in a golden light, and he finally looked at the pitch-black night sky and shook his head: “The empire is different today, Your Majesty. ”

“Teacher, are you going to turn away from the Empire and do the right thing with me?” The Silver Queen's voice calmed down as if she was not angry about Brando and others fleeing.

Walla sighed.

In her time as a princess, he was indeed one of the many teachers of the Silver Queen, when the little princess's talent on the path of golden flames amazed everyone, and if she were not a member of the royal family, she would most likely have surpassed Sidney as the next temple of flames.

“You were the kindest princess of the Krutz," Sighs Vara, “if you were willing to come back on the right path. ”

“I have never felt more convinced than now that I was on the right path.” The Silver Queen replied coldly.

“Paranoia obscures your gaze, Your Majesty. ”

“On the contrary, it is you who cannot see the way forward. ”

Walla shook her head and turned into a golden phantom. Finally, the clouds closed and the golden glow only existed in the memories of the people present.

As if everything that happened before was just a vision, only a long sigh echoed over the forest.

Silver queen hasn't spoken for a long time.

The powerful poles over the forest looked subconsciously at the night sky, and each person felt somewhat uncomfortable. Seventy-eight polar elites came together, but even the young people at the peak of a law in the district could not stay. Most disgracefully, instead of leaving each other behind, they allowed Cold Rue Manor to turn upside down and then flee.

Of all those present, the Witch King's face was the most gloomy, followed by Willard and injured Bradley, and the missed Royer was a faint cloud of godliness.

After a moment of silence, the Silver Queen's orders returned:

“No need to chase, come back to Rose Garden immediately. ”

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