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The horses ran wildly.

The flag was dancing in the wind, and the unicorn woven with silver threads was raised high on the flag; the silver armor was still shiny in the cold and cold light of the dim sun.

The heavy armor on the horse is attached with a shallow rune mark, making it spotless whether it goes in and out of the mud or snow.

They galloped on the Doyin Plain as fast as the wind, heading towards the phantom of the Mage Tower not far away.

"Sir, you'll be at the North Wind Tower soon."

A cavalry slowly came to the side of the cavalry behind the hall. The man immediately said respectfully that the armor and the sword beside him collided with the clanging sound.

The knight he respectfully called "the leader of the regiment" did not wear a helmet, and her long chestnut hair was like a moving wave in the wind. She sat very back, held the reins with her arms, and hugged two girls, one big and one small, in front of her.

She glanced at the knight indifferently, and then spoke briefly: "Draw the sword."

"But the city defense of the North Wind Tower belongs to the Grand Duke Frostxue. Will we be rashly..."

"Janes? So what?" She raised her cold eyebrows, "Today, my Silver Blade Knights are going to take over the city defense of the North Wind Tower. It would be useless to let Jenris Herman come by himself. I said! Draw the sword!"

"yes!"

The knight immediately accelerated, rushed to the front of the queue, and shouted loudly: "Target North Wind Tower, draw the sword!"

"Draw the sword!"

In an instant, a dazzling silver light shone on the Duoyin Plain, shining with the snow, dazzlingly making people unable to look directly. The sword in the hand of each knight stood up in front of him, shining brightly—

This kind of situation will naturally not be ignored by the North Wind Tower. The soldiers on the city tower let out a burst of exclamations. For a moment, soldiers who were lying, sitting, drinking, or playing cards hurriedly stood up from the wooden bed and benches, landing on the ground and putting on the armor. The sirens had already sounded above the entire North Wind Tower-

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

A soldier rushed out of the alert room and shouted loudly, but a stern-dressed swordsman asked him to stop his voice and shouted in a regular manner: "Mr. Evans, there is an enemy attack, I have sounded the alarm--"

Who knew that before he finished speaking, the swordsman slapped him in the face, making him dizzy and said in disgust: "How many times have I told you, see clearly before you attack the enemy. You can see who is coming?"

"Ah, sir, isn't it an attack from the undead? Brothers have been circulating recently..."

"How could the undead come from the south?" Evans quickly walked into the alert room and turned off the alarm switch that implicated the city defense. "That is the Silver Blade Knights, let the brothers go down with me and go out of the city to greet them."

"Silver Blade Knights? Didn't they eliminate civil strife in the south of the Kingdom? How could they appear here?" The soldiers looked incredible, "And why did they draw their swords against us? What does this mean and declare war?"

"It's a statement." Evans said calmly, "Prepare to hand over the city defense to the Silver Blade Knights, and they will garrison here."

"Ah? But we belong to the Duke..."

"Do what I said."

He said, then he jumped down from the city wall dozens of meters high. When the sword fell to the ground, there seemed to be a breeze blowing under his feet, steadily.

And the more than a hundred cavalry are approaching.

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The exquisite deerskin boots fell on the steps of unknown materials, making a crisp sound of pounding.

Alina couldn't help but lower her head to look at the weird stairs under her feet. It was clearly consistent with the material of this Colosseum. She could have suppressed the sound of footsteps before, but now the sound is so clear that no matter how light she is, it is useless.

But it was fine if she didn't look at it, but this looked scared her. When she looked at the ordinary high stairs from a distance, she realized that the surface of each step was nearly transparent, and the place where she fell seemed thin and transparent, and she could vaguely see something hidden in it.

"Iver, look at your feet..."

She couldn't help but pull Racil's sleeve, and the latter was looking down at this moment.

The closest to their feet was a slender piece of white bone. Each of its joints was very thick and long, with a crystal-clear color, like white jade, and it seemed to be trembling slightly on the platform made of unknown things.

Like a living creature.

"That's the tailbone of a giant dragon."

Cyril spoke softly, and he had not told the girl about the dragon corpse before, only saying that there was more than one ruin here.

Because even if this is an underground palace guarded by a living dragon, it cannot shake Alina's determination to move forward.

And at this moment the real thing was in front of him, and its persuasiveness was far greater than his speculation words.

"Is this a dragon tomb?"

Alina shook her visibly, and her free hand quickly pulled Cyril's clothes to maintain her balance. Her voice became a bit stumbling:

"So what about the dragon, so what about the dragon? Isn't it still dead? Besides, we came here to find a lich, and it has nothing to do with the dragon. When the ancestor killed Modo, he must have never thought that there would be a dragon tomb here, it was just a coincidence-"

She said hurriedly, as if she was showing off her strength, and then pulled her travel clothes down hard, and took two steps upwards again.

But what she said made Cyril stunned, who then shouted at the girl: "How much do you know about the battle between Browning Weisconte and Modo?"

"Of course I know it clearly." The girl turned around, with a look of course on her face.

"The ancestor carried a sword alone, and chased the lich all the way from the Metland Mountains to the northern border. Modo got the corrupted jewel, but the "Demon-Sealing Sword" in the ancestor's hand suppressed the plague that spread out. During the fierce battle, the ancestor discovered that the ordinary offensive could not defeat Modo's treasure, the "Master's Seat", so he threw the sword into the air, using this as a medium, called meteor fire, hugged Modo himself, and restricted its movements. This allowed the sword to smash him and Modo into the ground and nailed him to Modo's Magister's Seat."

"The protection of the throne of the wizard was broken, and then the wizards took action together to weave a seal and completely suppress Modo's soul."

Her description is much more detailed than what is written in the Psalm. When the description is made, the girl couldn't help but dance, and her pride was not hidden at all.

Cyril nodded slightly. When the girl mentioned "coincidence", he couldn't help but fantasize about the possibility of the lich "fake death", for fear that the Lich named Modo would be playing a big game.

After all, a scheming guy like the Lich is too cunning and has no bottom line. For example, the famous "Sandru" led the team alone to attack the "Galentria" at the La Rochelle Pass in 1446. He took the initiative to walk into the trap and chant the high-rise spell, with the attitude of fighting for one city.

His mana fluctuations forced Garenteria's defender out of the city and tried to kill Sandru, but in the end he only offset the high-ring spell at the cost of his life, and Garenteria fell as a result.

But after Alina's description, Modo and Browning both tried their best and had no room for fraud.

"Is it really just a coincidence?"

He was thinking in his heart, and suddenly he saw the chair, which looked like a throne, slightly facing their direction.

Spinned a little.
Chapter completed!