The bulging iceberg reflected the gorgeous autumn sun at noon, projecting a series of gorgeous brilliances into the eyes of everyone, but it was separated by the forest and Yevwind like a strong shield.

The crowd that had been quarreling under the city wall suddenly couldn't speak.

Who would have thought that this sculpture standing on the top of the flagpole could create an iceberg out of thin air with a swaying hand?

"Nora is here, could he be...he is the Lord of the Lord who has been dressed up in disguise?"

Someone's voice broke the silence caused by the sudden appearance of the iceberg, and a sound of praise for which young lord suddenly sounded under the city wall-

Darobbon on the top of the flagpole did not intend to make a big splash, but the residents suddenly mistake him for Cyril Adrien, which made him feel very upset.

But at the same time, he couldn't help but be surprised by the reverence of his lords by the people - he knew that Yevwende was only incorporated into the Cilician territory, and even Cyril himself would not go to Yevwende on weekdays.

He snorted coldly, too lazy to talk to these foolish people, thinking that he should not let him catch the loophole of the little lord, his feet exerted force, and his body had already fallen lightly to the top of the iceberg. He looked up again, and his sharp eyes fell on the gray cloud hovering in the distance.

The mage Newman, who led the majestic griffin, had raised the long staff in his hand, staring at the iceberg that suddenly appeared vigilantly, and the man in black on the iceberg - from the perspective of spells, although he could also condense the elements into mountains in a short time, it would have to be in a place where the ice elements were abundant like Palania, and even in Palania, he might not have done well as this man in black.

But the more critical question is, what is he holding in his hand?

Is that a sword?

Are La Rochelle's mages so unique?

But even if Daro Ruskin's actions were so terrifying, Newman was just more vigilant. He just thought to himself that the woman from the Vader family was really willing to spend a lot of money and would hire such a level of mage to deal with him.

It’s a pity that she didn’t expect that the entire Cangyi Mage Group came.

"All preparations, meteor fire rain—"

Without Newman's words, the chanting sounds of the griffins behind him had already sounded. The air quickly became hot, and the clouds rolling in the sky gradually turned red and gathered in front of them.

The advanced spell of the fifth ring, the meteor fire rain, is known as the most violent and amazing fire-type spell below the sixth ring. The difficulty of the spell model composition is even greater than that of most sixth ring spells, but this is one of the compulsory spells of the Cangyi Mage Group.

The air-control advantages brought by griffins allow them to sing and cast spells with peace of mind in a worry-free environment, and the rain of meteor fire falling from the sky can undoubtedly bring devastating blows to the enemy's camp.

The mage played a vital role in the ability of Palania to defeat the barbarians from the north. The mage played a vital role. The meteorites descending from the sky are eternal pain in the hearts of barbarians without mages. The Palania believe that with the top air power in the continent, they can give any country such disaster and pain-

Even if it is Osaint Emma.

The irritable fire element condensed in the air, and a rumbling sound came from the already red clouds behind them. The models of meteors overlapped in the fire clouds and condensed into entities. The surface of the lumps and hideous broken rocks was filled with surging flow flames.

"Come on, let me see what confidence you, Peg Vader, have to choose to rebel against the Vader family and Palania!"

"Burn them!"

More than a dozen long staffs were waving together. Among the layers of fire clouds, huge meteorites gradually showed their hideous appearance to Yevwind. Newman opened his arms. He was ready to enjoy the pleasure and joy of destruction brought by the sea of ​​fire that was about to fall, and ready to listen to the howls of others-

And so, in the distance, panic screams have sounded. Icebergs cannot block the sight of onlookers, not to mention that the red clouds in the sky cannot be blocked by an iceberg.

As for the iceberg that was blocking in front of it? It was just a stack of elements, and there was only one person. Why did it destroy their already formed spells?

The howling sound of the meteor falling has sounded, and the explosion brought by the cluster of fire elements will swallow the city below.

Destroy, burn, die in pain! This is the path that those who are enemies of Palania will eventually embark on!

But at this moment, he seemed to hear a "ding" sound in his ears-

Newman opened his eyes and saw an ice-colored line coming from the other side of the sky. In an instant, he, the griffin beneath him, the entire Cang-winged Mage behind him, and the meteors still in the air, all swallowed them up.

The world turned into a piece of ice crystals, and everything was frozen. He felt that his thoughts were delayed, and he could only turn his eyes in vain and find the only strange color among the ice at the end of his sight.

The La Rochelle, wearing a black robe, was still standing on the top of the iceberg, with a slight expression on her face, and was slowly lowering the sword in her hand.

Then a neutral and low voice sounded in Newman's ear:

"Palanians, Cangyi Mage Group?"

"Is the mage group that Palania is proud of only this level?"

"It really disappointed me."

The sound of shattering sounded, and Newman saw that the meteorites not far away suddenly broke. The flow flame that should have rolled in it had frozen into a thin ice-blue line. The abundant fire element should have burned to the fullest at this moment, but now it is ruthlessly frozen.

He should be scared, he wanted to be scared, but he was afraid that this emotion could no longer be generated in his mind. His entire thought was dragged into a state of extremely slow flow, so that it took a long time for a thought to make him realize it himself.

He could only watch the man in black on the iceberg step forward. With every step he took, an ice-blue blanket would condense at the feet of the man in black and slowly lift the man in black into front of him.

It was a relatively neutral face, with no extra feelings in the dark pupils, just like the ice crystals around him. Newman only felt that he was swept by that gaze, and he felt like he had experienced the baptism of wind and snow.

"The birds are good, but people... there is no need to keep them."

The sound of shattering sounded in my ears again, and Newman's consciousness became very quick. He clearly realized what the sound of shattering meant.

In great fear, he tried hard to mobilize the almost frozen magic in his body, and shouted vigorously a second before the shattered came to him:

"Surrender, I surrender!"

The sound of shattering stopped.

Newman's own figure was reflected in the dark pupils. Newman saw the corners of his face and mouth curled up, and then his body's perception suddenly recovered-

"It's interesting. Are you?"

"Palania, Cang, the leader of the Cang Wing Mage Group, Newman, Tima Newman." Newman was limp on the griffin's back, and still raised his head hard and begged, "I am the sixth ring, so I'll break through the seventh ring. Leave me behind, I'm useful..."

Daro Raskin looked at the mage who had completely kneeled in front of him with interest, and the cold sword in his hand gently patted the other party's cheek:

"Do you think I need a weak and fearful person like you, who is not necessarily loyal to surrender? What's the use of me? Add combat power to that long-eared little ghost?"

As he said that, he raised his long sword, and the shrill sword tip whistled towards Tima Newman's neck-

"I can, I can raise griffins!"

The sword stopped in mid-air.

"This reason is sufficient." Daro touched his chin and patted Tima's side face with his sword body again. "Get up, remember, from now on, you are a bird breeder."

Tima had just stood up and glanced behind her, but found that there was no figure of her former companion on the back of the griffin that was stuck in the air?

"Thank you, sir, for not killing me!"

He knelt down again and kowtowed deeply.

"I said let you get up." Daro said with a little disgust, and waved his hand gently-

In an instant, a long line of ice spread out from him, like a white wave rushing to the beach. Tima witnessed the ice on his griffin retreating, and the sky around him returned to its original color.

And the gravel that stagnated in the air turned into broken dust and scattered on the ground beneath it.

He watched the man in black land on the back of a griffin and sat on it, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice:

"Master, sir, I dare to ask you..."

"What?"

"No, nothing, nothing, I mean, you need to touch the side neck of this griffin, it is best to feed it with some birds, it will be very close to you..."

"I mean, what are you asking?" Daro frowned, as if the cold breath spread out from his body again.

"Yes, yes, yes, I want to ask your name, what should I call it..." Newman asked carefully.

The man in black was already lying on his back comfortably, with his legs raised on the griffin's back and said leisurely:

"Darrow Ruskin."

"A supervisor of La Rochelle."

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Cyril didn't know what the Cangyi Mages would end, and of course he didn't know what level of "thug" Daro Ruskin was.

Probably similar to Captain Kristen? It should be weaker than Captain, right?

The difference between reality and game combat is too big. He feels that Captain Christine is already the ceiling of his combat effectiveness in his current cognition.

At this time, Cyril was still worried about whether he should take the opportunity to capture Mandexburg. But even if Solconan hopes that Amasil's power will change his name, he will take advantage of others to gain territory, which will arouse Solconan's vigilance.

Today, Cyril can attack Mandexburg and ask Amasil to change his surname. Then will the capital Solconan change his surname to you, Adrien, in the coming year?

Therefore, even if Caroline was pounding his legs and Alina was rubbing his temples, the little cat girl stretched her belly in front of him, looking like she was begging for rua, he was not in the mood to strode a cat.

Is there a perfect solution?

The setting sun fell on the birch floor, dyeing the little cat's hair golden. The sound of Philling's streets drifted into his ears with the wind, mostly the joy of the people who were working to run towards the restaurant.

This is a completely different route from the history of the game. Compared with the original history, it has both good and bad.

The Tower of North Wind is still standing, which is undoubtedly a good thing. His Majesty the King personally led the expedition, which is not necessarily a good thing.

Under the call of the conscript order, the southern nobles also had to send people there. Therefore, compared with the history of the game, the southern nobles could cause less turmoil, and the conscript order might be a good thing.

But the conscript order may represent the shortage of personnel in the northern border cities, which means that the war damage is even more serious. This is still in 1440, which should be a bad thing. But if it is because of the deceased spirits and His Majesty decides to counterattack, the conscript order may become a good thing.

At the moment of misty fog, even if Cyril looks like a time traveler, he can no longer see the way ahead.

He sat quietly, and before he knew it, Caroline fell asleep on the small stool, pillowing his thighs, and even making strange laughs in his sleep:

"Hehe, Cyril, hehe..."

Alena, who was loyal to her duties as a guard, was already tired of guarding her by the door.

At this moment, the knock on the door suddenly rang. Alina called out cleverly and opened the door quickly. Cyril raised his eyes and saw the mage standing pretty at the door, with fatigue on his face, but his eyes were shining with a strange look.

"Mia..." As soon as Cyril spoke, she saw Mia walking up quickly. She saw the cat girl curled up on the ground and Caroline lying on Cyril's legs. Her eyes showed a little gentleness, but then she spoke:
To be continued...