"Sean, what do you see?" Under the starry sky, an old man with flying white hair stood there quietly. It was impossible to tell how old he was. All he could see was his wrinkled face. The lines on the face are very deep, as if they were carved with a knife, and the eyelids droop as if overwhelmed, squeezing the eyes into slits. At first glance, the old man looked very weak, but his voice was as heavy as a bell, giving people a sense of pressure.
"It's very strange. There is a fire magician, a swordsman... and an undead magician. When did Thor hook up with the undead magician?" The man named Sean stood up: "But he was killed by lava. The baked ground is still warm, they should not have been gone for long, teacher, we can still catch up."
"Okay, then..." The old man's expression condensed and he turned to look sideways. At the same time, Sean also turned around.
A hundred meters away from the side, a sudden flash of sword light cut through the dark night and shot straight towards the old man.
The old man didn't move at all. Seeing the sword radiance reach his body, he waved his hand like a fly. The sword radiance turned into countless light spots and dissipated.
Ernest slowly walked out of the dark night. Although he was confident in his own strength, it was impossible for the sword light to cross a hundred meters and hurt a great swordsman. He was just warning the other party. That’s all.
"Teacher, he is Ernest." Sean said slowly.
Philip snorted coldly and pulled out the long sword from his waist with his backhand. People say that men don't rely on their muscles and bones for strength, but his long sword looks much wider than ordinary long swords, and is almost three feet long. The sword spine is almost three feet long. Finger thick, God knows how heavy this sword is! For an old man, it is not bad to use such a sword as a physical exercise, but it is a bit bizarre to use it for fighting. This shows that Philip is quite confident in his physical strength.
Rich white fighting spirit ignited in Philip's body, and his body flew out like a cannonball, rushing straight towards Ernest. Sean also pulled out his long sword and guarded Philip's side tightly.
If it had been yesterday, and Philip had met Ernest, he might have generously invited Ernest to his home, and then looked for an opportunity to have a discussion. After only one day, the status and attitudes of both parties had already undergone huge changes. Change, Philip didn't even say a word, he started the fight first.
Ernest turned around gracelessly and rushed back quickly. He only felt that his cheeks were a little hot. If it had been a few years earlier, he would never avoid fighting, no matter who the opponent was, the battle Whether the premise is fair or not, he will not evade. After being in contact with Anfei for these days, Ernest's personality has changed to a certain extent, especially since Anfei often told him short stories he heard from the old man in the village. Ernest discovered that moving forward bravely is not the only way to achieve success. On the way to the goal, you can get the same effect by taking a roundabout way. Even at certain times and events, taking a roundabout way will have better results than going straight!
Ernest was not lacking in understanding, otherwise he would not have become a great swordsman. However, he focused most of his energy on training, so he seemed a little frank in dealing with worldly matters.
Philip stopped, looked at Ernst's back and sneered: "Is he Ernest?"
"It can't be wrong." Sean said slowly.
"It's such a shame to draw your sword in the face of such a coward." Philip sheathed his sword: "Let's go and ignore him!"
Sean looked at Ernest's back thoughtfully, feeling a little strange in his heart. He had heard about Ernest. Logically speaking, this guy shouldn't be a coward!
The two of them had just turned around, but Ernest had already turned towards them, and a sword light shot out again.
Although Phillip has a violent personality, he has lived for seventy or eighty years. He immediately realized that Ernest wanted to entangle them and shouted: "Sean, you don't have to worry about things here, you leave immediately!"
"teacher…"
"Let's go!" Philip jumped into the air and chased Ernest again.
Sean secretly complained in his heart. Although Ernest's reputation was not good, his strength was recognized as strong. At least seven great swordsmen had received challenges from Ernest and were defeated one after another. When he fell into Ernest's hands, how could he trust his teacher to deal with Ernest alone
At the same time, Brufeld in the Holy City slowly put down his quill. He originally came to the Holy City for a secret plan. So far, he has been very successful, but just a few days ago, he took over When he received the order from the headquarters, he was told to pay attention to a man named An Fei. News from the headquarters said that the first test against An Fei had failed and all the personnel sent were killed. He was ordered to find a way to contact An Fei by Brufeld.
Those who are capable work hard. Brufeld did not complain about the headquarters. On the contrary, he was happy for the trust and trust that the headquarters had in him. He thought hard for a long time and combined the two things together. The result was very good. Not only was he successful, This created the seeds of internal strife within the Mao Empire, and also tested An Fei's true strength!
Brufeld asserted in the letter that An Fei did not have any fighting spirit, but he would use a very strange and vicious swordsmanship. Brufeld suggested that the headquarters send a few more strong men to capture An Fei at any cost. , and then made An Fei into a puppet, and used soul magic to discover the sword skills used by An Fei.
Brufeld repeatedly reiterated in the letter that if An Fei's swordsmanship can be popularized within the organization, the organization's strength will undergo a qualitative leap, especially the vampire line within the organization. Vampires who are originally very flexible and powerful will learn to With An Fei's swordsmanship, his attack power will change dramatically.
But An Fei is not the most important thing. Brufeld also knows that Thor has collected a dark dragon magic crystal, which is a supreme treasure for undead magicians! After helping Niya and others escape, he went to Sol's house to search, but found nothing. Although the secret room was found, the magic circle inside could not be cracked. From the analysis of the messy situation in the bedroom, Brufeld believed that Niya Ya and others have already escaped with Sol's collection, and there shouldn't be much left in the secret room.
Brufeld asked the organization to send people to join his subordinates and quickly intercept Niya and others! Although Niya must survive based on the situation in the Pancontinent, Sol's other students don't care. We can make a compromise and capture Niya alive, then search out all Sol's collections, and then find He deliberately let Niya escape when he got the chance, but the result was the same.
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"What are you thinking about?" An Fei, who was asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and asked in a low voice.
"I didn't think anything of it." Chris Ding turned his head and quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
"It's almost dawn, isn't it?" An Fei pretended not to see it.
"Well, the sun will come out in a while."
With a squeak... Niya turned over in her sleep, placed her left foot on An Fei's lap, then muttered something, and fell asleep again.
When An Fei asked Niya to sleep at first, she refused to sleep. Then she became so sleepy that she dozed off against the wall of the carriage. Then she curled up, and finally she simply lay down on the ground with her limbs stretched out. , entering deep sleep, the sleeping person has no precautions, of course he can sleep however he wants. Although there was still room in the carriage for one person to lie down, lying down with Niya was too much, so Kristin and Riska had to fight back their sleepiness. As for An Fei, he doesn't have a problem even if he doesn't sleep for several days and nights. He takes a nap to better maintain his physical strength and energy so that he can cope with unexpected situations.
"Chris Ding, I want to ask you something."
"What? Just tell me."
"You are a junior magister, and people like Riska and Zubin are not bad at that. How come you are so easy to get a magic-forbidden bracelet?"
"This... we are too stupid." Chris Ding blushed: "Zeda said that someone reported that one of us is a spy of the Allison Empire, and they want to take us to the palace for investigation."
"Then you will let him give you the magic-forbidden bracelet?"
"They are all Imperial Guards. We don't want to cause trouble to the teacher." Chris Ding said with a wry smile.
"Alas... I was woken up by you just as I was able to fall asleep!" Riska opened her eyes.
"You haven't slept?"
"How can I sleep? Do you think anyone can be like you?" Riska sighed: "An Fei, I admire you more and more. In this situation, you can still act like a normal person. .”
"Eating well is to have the strength to fight, and sleeping well is to be able to make accurate judgments. You will also be able to do it in the future."
"Then you judge, when can we see the teacher?" Riska asked. Although they were rescued by An Fei, he did not feel much sense of security with An Fei. Who let them What about Philip, the old mad man? The difference in strength between the two sides is too great. Only by finding the teacher can the teacher protect them.
"Don't be anxious. We, the group of people, are rushing to find the teacher. We are looking for death! It's better to find a private place to settle down first, and then let someone contact the teacher. This will be safer." An Fei smiled.
"Okay, we listen to you." Riska nodded and took out the water bag. Just as he opened the cork, the carriage suddenly jolted. Riska, who was so sleepy that his head was swollen, failed to hold the water bag. It fell to the ground with a thud, and water immediately poured out of it.
The water had little effect on others, but Niyako suffered. She opened her eyes suddenly and saw several people looking down at her, while she was lying on the ground, and she couldn't help but screamed and got up.
"Miss, are you awake?" Riska had a flattering smile on his face. He had already hidden the water bag behind his back, for fear that Niya would find out.
"Well." Niya rubbed her sleepy eyes: "Where are we?"
"Zubin, the lady asked you where you are?" Riska acted as a mouthpiece.
"We're about to reach a fork in the road."
"You come in and rest for a while, I'll be the coachman for a while." Riska got out without waiting for Zubin's reply.