Throne of Magical Arcana

The heavy rain continued, but lightning and thunder were getting scarce, and the night was getting darker.

In the basement of a manor on the outskirts, Fernando sat gloomy in the corner. Roland walked anxiously back and forth, quietly sneaking out from time to time to find out the news.

In fact, even the owner of this manor did not know that the evil magicians turned his manor basement into their stronghold.

"The night watchman was confused by our arrangement and chased in the wrong direction." After a while, Roland flashed in quietly, and while avoiding several traps, he told Fernando the news he heard. "According to the previous training, the others Divided into small groups and hid in other strongholds, how much Master and Apprentices have been lost will have to wait until the matter has subsided. "

Fernando neither nodded nor shook his head: "What I want to know is, why can the black paw find it there?"

His bright red eyes seemed to hide a brewing horror storm, which made Roland, a friend who was very familiar with him, take a step back subconsciously.

Roland said with a sullen face: "Yes, this is also my question. The stronghold was very concealed, and it was the first time we opened it, and there was no sign of being tracked by the black paw along the way. Claw the dog. "

His tone was not weak. Betrayal, killing, and escape were the main themes of the late Dawn War.

"Secret investigation, don't provoke big movements for a while, good traitors may 'help' us, and now two or three people evade in groups, no one knows where the other party's group is hiding except the two of us. It ’s hard for the traitor to cause too much loss. ”Fernando ’s attitude was beyond Roland ’s expected calmness. He thought he would be angry, roaring, and ca n’t wait to pull out the traitor, tormenting him with all kinds of magic to help Ingrid. revenge.

Roland nodded gently: "I understand what to do. Honestly, Fernando, I thought your temper will be out of control."

There was no slight smile on Fernando's face: "My anger is waiting for a suitable time to erupt."

He sighed secretly in his heart. Although he and Roland have known each other for many years, he is still an old friend, but he still doesn't know himself very much. He is a stab, an irritable character, and likes to roar. Control yourself, understand the situation, even if you do not accept your mouth, you will not insist on stubbornness in the face of hard facts and reasons. Roaring is mostly about things and people, and what you do now is the best decision. You are very clear and angry Will slowly accumulate until the day of the outbreak.

"From the habit and signs of shooting, today it is the 'vultures' who command the night watch squad." Roland shifted the topic to analyzing today's attackers. "He has been hunting us for a long time."

"Vulture" is their scorn for a high-level night watchman. The other party is the top 30 strong night watchman. The eighth-level sky knight is code-named "hunter".

"Yes, at the end of the evacuation, he was hit by my" Shadow Arrow ", and he also shattered my defense. If it was not triggered by a spell, maybe I would have to find a way to transform into a lich." Fernando is sure After Roland's guess, it was difficult to suppress the authenticity. "We have to plan an operation and secretly hang him, so that all night watchers, priests and knights who dare to hunt us will be afraid and will not be so hard!"

"Assassination of a ranked night watchman will provoke a rebound from the church. Maybe there will be a legend to hunt us down. Are you willing to give up the foundation here?" Roland didn't agree with Fernando's idea. The "Union Division" is very weak, and it is precisely when it needs to escape attention and grow up silently.

"Because of being weak, we need to do something big to make the magicians understand that there is hope for us. Anyway, the traitors have come out. Most of the foundations of Pefors County have to be given up passively, and our next goal is very clear. That is to attract the nobility of the dissatisfied church and hide behind them. "Fernando seemed to know Roland's idea. His black hair hung down messily. The previous battle with the" hunter "was not easy.

Roland said hesitantly: "I think about it again, and we will discuss it with Douglas when we receive it."

"Okay." Fernando answered briefly.

Looking at Fernando, who was silent, Roland seemed to see a storm of humanoids.

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The sun is shining, the blue sky is like a wash, and the faint smell of the sea sent by the wind, these make Padre Harbour full of charm different from other places.

Fernando and Roland dressed as merchants who came to pick up the goods, walked back and forth in the fixed area of ​​the pier, and the afterglow of the eyes was placed at the place where the sailboat docked. According to the agreement between Carlos and Douglas, this will be the meeting place, and the two wear The white gloves and dark red handkerchiefs in the pockets of clothes are the identity marks.

A classic sailboat approached slowly, and Fernando and Roland's eyes lit up at the same time. This was the boat Douglas was riding. It was a day later than the scheduled time-the weather conditions in the Storm Channel are bad, and it is normal for the ship to be late. The two are not strange.

"Black Claw Dog!" Suddenly, Fernando's face changed slightly. He saw several men covered in cloaks leading dozens of noble knights and servants to the place where the ship was about to dock. Their black unique gloves showed them identity of.

Roland's face was somber: "Is it a routine inspection, or is it specifically aimed at Douglas?"

Since the fall of Antiphora, more and more magicians have come to the Kingdom of Holm, and the church has begun to pay attention to the inspection of ships. Of course, with the manpower and energy allocated by them, most magicians can still hide their identities smoothly, as long as Not specifically targeted, a Grand Master is not afraid of this level of inspection.

"How do I know!" Fernando roared in a low voice. "You have to judge the strength of the night watchman."

At this time, a neatly dressed businessman came in from outside the dock, and the two immediately stopped discussing and continued to pretend to be waiting for their goods.

"Good noon, two gentlemen, have your goods arrived?" This businessman is tall, about 30 years old, with a tall nose, thick black hair, and full forehead. His facial features can only be regarded as upright, not to mention handsome. But those deep blue eyes gave him a unique temperament, a temperament that Fernando was quite familiar with.

Roland chuckled and said: "Not yet, it is estimated that the sailing ship carrying our cargo was blocked by the storm, what about you?"

He communicated enthusiastically like a real businessman.

"My goods are here, right in front of me." The businessman said with a smile, and his words were gentle, making people feel happy.

"What?" Roland froze for a moment.

Fernando understood it at once, and whispered, "Douglas?"

Roland looked at each other in surprise, only to notice that the young businessman was also wearing white gloves, with a dark red handkerchief in his chest pocket.

"Yes, are you a friend of Carlos?" The young businessman admitted frankly and asked kindly, as if not afraid of being a night watchman on the opposite side, or worrying about an ambush nearby.

"Yes, you, how did you come in from the outside?" Roland felt a little confused.

Douglas chuckled: "I got off the boat early, came over from the bottom of the sea, and waited for you all day at the port."

His smile was slightly joking, and there seemed to be a childlike cleanness.

No wonder I did n’t worry about meeting the night watchman and the ambush. I was afraid that I had carefully checked the surrounding area before, and Roland suddenly felt suddenly.

"The goods are delayed. Let's come back tomorrow. Let's go have a drink and talk." Fernando said in the language of the businessman, slightly disgusted with Douglas in front of him, because he was also a head taller than himself!And not as skinny as Roland!

While the vigil inspected the sailing boat, the three magicians did not attract anyone's attention. They left here like other merchants on the pier, took a temporary hire carriage, and returned to the capital of Pephos County.

After changing several horse-drawn carriages in a row, the driver became a member of the "Magic Union of Magicians", and only then did Fernando and Roland formally introduce themselves.

"I'm the president of the Union Union's branch in Pefors County, Fernando Barista, you just call me Fernando. I don't like my surname very much." Fernando whispered quietly.

"Fernando Barista?" Douglas repeated the tone slightly upwards, then smiled. "The 296th dark storm in the purification sequence?"

Roland nodded instead of Fernando, saying it was him.

"You can be included in the purification sequence when you first enter the high-level. After reaching the seventh ring, it will rise to the top 300. Fernando's magical strength is probably much stronger than the normal high-level mage." Douglas smiled and exclaimed.

During this period, most of the power of the magic empire remained, there were many mages and high-level magicians, and the purification sequence was full of seven or eight hundred.

Fernando yelled: "Just mastering and improving some of the spells, and killing the Cardinal, how can it compare to you, the Archmage of the Nine Rings."

Don't care too much about Fernando's unconscious comparison, and Douglas smiled calmly: "Me? I didn't even put the purification sequence on."

"I've always wondered about this matter, but you, Master, why didn't you enter the purification sequence?" Roland knew the purification sequence from the night watchman killed, but there was no Derek Douglas' name on it.

Douglas laughed in a low voice: "I was always considered a strange guy when I was in Antilles, there would be no magical future, and I could become the Archmage by the accumulation of time, the legacy of the teacher, in the dawn war Tempering, accidental encounters, and little ideas of your own, it is normal not to be valued by the church. After all, the wizards who surrender to the church will dispel their ideas and tell them that the guy Douglas can never become a legendary magician, nor There will be ambitions, he will only ask his own questions and wait slowly, not worth wasting too much power. "

He ridiculed himself, not angry at all.

"Strange?" Roland and Fernando asked back. At the same time, in the previous conversation, Douglas not only showed no strange things, but also talked with humor, attitude and gentleness, making people unconsciously listen to him, as if he had a natural leader temperament.

At the same time, Fernando's impression of Douglas is much better, but he candidly became a Master, relying on the accumulation of time.

Douglas smiled: "Yes, I'm good at asking questions."

"What's weird about this." Fernando said puzzlingly, and then continued to introduce himself.

Douglas suddenly interrupted him: "Should you be good at elemental storm lightning spells?"

"Of course, it is rarely wrong to get the nickname for the night watchman." Fernando nodded gently.

Douglas fell silent and muttered to himself: "Why can lightning kill people ... how does lightning happen ..."

Fernando and Roland looked at him in consternation, wasn't it natural that Lightning could kill?Why?What a weirdo ...