Seeing that she was about to grab the boy's shoulder, a silver light suddenly lit up in front of the woman. She subconsciously turned her hand, and a small piece of ice crystal appeared in front of her instantly-

"bite!"

The silver light exploded in front of his eyes. The woman wearing a mask shook off the broken ice crystals in surprise and looked at the broken sword raised in the boy's hand in front of him.

"It's very fast. This sword... are you from the Silver Blade Knights?" The woman was not angry, but turned to Caroline and asked, "Who is she you?"

Seeing that the woman no longer planned to touch her, Cyril shook her hand that was numb and numb, and took the broken sword back into her arms. He couldn't help but bare his teeth. When he looked at the woman again, there was a hint of horror in his eyes.

He thought that the movement just now was fast enough, and he just flipped his palm and greeted the broken sword backhand. If it were an ordinary person, the palm of his hand would definitely be cut by his own broken sword. However, the other party did not hesitate at all, and an ice crystal had condensed into the palm of his palm, blocking his surprise attack.

There was no sign of chanting a mantra, no forward shaking of casting spells, and there was no fluctuation of mana, and the ball of ice crystal appeared out of thin air.

What's even more terrifying is that her strength was actually lost to the ball of ice she rubbed out casually!

Wizard, this woman is actually a wizard!

Wizards are the most mysterious profession in [The Road of Race], no one. They are very similar to mages and are often misunderstood, but in fact they are completely different.

Simply put, the magic principle of a mage is to control "elements", while the wizard controls the laws.

The game time was in 1456, which was only 16 years after the server was launched. The concept of law was open to players. Before Cyril traveled here, he was also obsessed with studying the law.

Even until he traveled over, these mysterious wizards who had been wandering outside of humans did not appear in front of the players many times. If Cyril had not completed a long task chain and learned a lot about wizards and laws, he would have only been blank for the wizards.

Cyril looked so sedate that he pulled Caroline behind him with his backhand and whispered, "She is my sister."

"All nonsense, are you stupid or am I stupid?" the woman sneered and pointed at Cyril's head and said, "Look at your pointed ears, you are an elf - how can an elf be in the human knights? It makes me feel even more interesting."

"I am a half-elves, and this does not conflict with my sister's bloodline without elves."

Cyril tried to keep his tone calm, and raised his head and looked directly at the face covered in mask in front of him. Wizards are all weird guys. No matter from any perspective, it is not a wise choice to anger a rare and powerful wizard.

The woman also looked down at Cyril, looking at the two young guys in front of her, and finally shook her head: "Forget it. Let me think what you said is right, it doesn't matter."

She looked at Cyril a few more times before turning around and said, "Come on."

"Come on? Where are you going to take us?" Cyril was stunned. The other party was much easier to talk than he thought.

"If you don't want your sister to die of illness in the snow, go with me."

Cyril hesitated for a moment, looked back at Caroline, who was weak and speechless, and decisively carried her up and followed the steps of the mysterious wizard.

The situation in Tallinn town was worse than Cyril thought, and there were roars everywhere that were unlike anything humans could make. When Cyril looked to the center of the town, he saw a cloud of black smoke constantly generating and spreading around the town.

That's the fog of war.

The fog of war is the sign that the undead mage began to establish a base for the undead. It blocks the field of vision, turns into air, and transforms the environment so that creatures can hardly survive. The fog of war is the most important part of making the undead a away game as the home court.

Cyril's heart tightened. The fog of war appeared much earlier than he estimated, and what's worse was that the place where it appeared was actually within the border line.

The mysterious wizard woman's pace was light. She avoided all the villagers who were not dead or alive. After a few turns, she pushed the door and entered a small house. Cyril took Caroline and just walked into the dark house, she heard a hoarse voice:

"You're five minutes slowing down."

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"Something is delayed," said the masked woman, "bring the door with you."

Cyril obediently closed the door. As soon as the room turned black, it was illuminated by a ball of light. The masked woman held a ball of light in her hand, put it beside her mouth and blew it, and the bright light scattered into the room one by one, forever.

In addition to the masked woman, Cyril and Caroline, there were two other people in the room, both sitting casually on the ground, wearing strange masks on their faces.

"Is Sandru alarmed by them?" One of them said "tsk" and looked at Cyril, speaking very dissatisfied.

"Maybe." The masked woman shrugged.

"Then we should leave." The other man stood up, patted the woman on the shoulder twice, and then walked towards the door.

"Do you want to leave this mess to La Rochelle?" the woman suddenly whispered.

"What does La Rochelle's life and death have to do with you and me?" said the person walking towards the door, and his eyes were on Cyril next to the door. Cyril was shocked and subconsciously bumped backwards, and the girl behind him fell backwards on the wall.

Immediately afterwards, a ball of flame emerged from where they were standing before, and instantly turned the white faces of the two of them into red.

Cyril felt his heart almost jump out of his chest, and his hands holding the hilt were covered in sweat. Before he could move, the masked woman let out a low and fearful chant:

“Splava!”

The obscure words came out of her mouth, the old hut made an overwhelming sound, as if it was carrying a huge amount of gravity. The man who was still sitting on the ground jumped up suddenly, and the man who was not far from the door turned around and made a resisting move towards the masked woman.

"These two people know our plan, they deserve to die!" the man beside the door roared.

"The people I brought back have nothing to do with you." The masked woman said coldly, but the pressure exerted on the two of them was not reduced at all.

"Iris! Even if they are La Rochelle, they have nothing to do with you!"

The only response to him was a heavier sense of suffocation. The light spots that fell on the ground were shining with dazzling light at this moment, making Cyril and others unable to open their eyes, but Cyril heard all the conversations. When he heard the man's name for the masked woman, Cyril almost screamed.

The invisible confrontation lasted for a long time, and seemed to have made a great decision. With a muffled groan, the man in the room finally couldn't bear it and said hoarsely:

"Okay! We promise you, we will go and get rid of Sandru!"

The woman called "Iris" snorted again, and the two of them collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, but their limbs could not be used to have any strength.

"Iris" didn't even look at the two people lying on the ground, and pushed open the door of the inner room, and turned to Cyril, who was still standing by the door, looked scared and said, "You guys, come in with me."

Iris, she is actually Iris!

Cyril moaned in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it at all on his face.

Wanderers are the profession that knows the best way to survive.

He hurriedly picked up Caroline who had just fallen on the wall due to his movements and followed "Iris" into the inner room.
Chapter completed!