On the periphery of the palace of the Dowa Kingdom, all buildings were rebuilt immediately after the end of the Dragon War.
All kinds of rare stones and woods, together with the extensive use of paints made of gold powder and gemstone powder, make these buildings shine incomparably brilliant in the sun until today.
All the buildings are stacked upwards, with marble stairs carved with various exquisite patterns layer by layer, spreading upward like a road to heaven. The entire palace is built on flat ground, but it is far away. It looks like it is built on a mountain peak.
Following several palace guards, Jing Kamiao entered the interior of the palace.
This is the most magnificent royal fortress on the entire Dorast continent. A rebellion in the wizarding era destroyed some of the original buildings, but the rebellion was quickly suppressed and the dictatorship of the Dova royal family was restored. A large number of crystal and glass domes make it even more beautiful.
The roads inside the palace are all covered with red carpets, and red curtains hang everywhere beside the crystal windows, but every time Jing Kamiao comes here, she doesn't like it very much.
Perhaps the sunlight projected by the glass dome was not bright enough, and he always felt that the depths of the palace were filled with a musty and decaying atmosphere.
The interior of the palace is guarded by a special palace guard group. Jingkamiao's father is the head of the palace guards. In addition, Jingkamiao has shown amazing talent that no one can match since he was a child. Therefore, even inside the palace, Jingkamiao has detached position.
After changing a palace guard team to take him to the guardian temple, all the guards did not continue to follow, and Jing Kamiao entered the only temple inside the palace alone.
If Lin Luolan, Ailin and the others could enter this majestic temple supported by countless giant metal pillars, their faces would be instantly covered with black lines.
Because the deity enshrined in this majestic temple is the green dragon god.
The green dragon has always been the patron saint believed by the people of the earliest Dowa Kingdom. Even after the dragon war and the end of the dragon era, this religious belief is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people of the Dowa Kingdom, just like many ancient and decaying royal families. The tradition of the royal family itself is not willing to break.
The moment Lin Luolan walked into the temple along the tall steps that made it very difficult for people to walk, a figure came from the depths of the temple without warning.
Wearing a white sacrificial robe.
The light from the flowery glass dome slanted behind her, which was extraordinarily holy and bright.
"Why did you come back so soon? Didn't you say that you will come back after watching the national competition in the Aiqi Kingdom?" The priestess who walked out from the depths of the temple looked at Jingkamiao gently and serenely, and asked softly.
Jingka Miao didn't answer right away.
He quietly looked at the beautiful eyes of this priestess.
"Mother, should I call you the priest of the temple, or the bishop of the evil dragon spider?"
After a long silence, strange flames ignited in his eyes, and he said aloud.
The priestess in white robe stroked a green badge in her hand, and remained silent for a long time.
"It doesn't matter whether I am a priest of the temple or the Bishop of the Spider Emperor. What matters is, my son, Jingka Miao, will you stand by my side?" She raised her head with some difficulty and said in the most gentle voice.
"I will choose to stand on the side of protection and justice." Jing Kamiao also said with some difficulty, her body trembling slightly.
"But isn't the guardian of the magician used to protect the relatives you love the most?" The white-robed priestess sighed softly: "As for the justice of the magician... what is justice? It looks bright, but many invisible places are rotten Does the palace represent justice? Is a depraved and fatuous king better than the rule of the so-called evil dragon cultists?"
"If our emperor acts perversely, we will fight to the death with our flesh and blood..." Jing Kamiao recited an old saying, with a firm light in his calm eyes, "Justice only exists in the belief of a magician, whether it is a fallen monarch I will fight to the death whether it is a member of the Dragon Cult who wants to rule evil in vain."
"Kingkamiao, you are too smart, too young and naive. I am indeed proud of you. You have a lofty belief in magicians, but not most magicians have the same beliefs as you. They only pursue For their own interests, so what is the difference between this palace and those big families and the evil dragon king?" The white-robed female priest looked at Jingkamiao with a loving but helpless gaze, "But my son, I know you It is difficult to change your mind, I will not have the heart to kill you, but I will keep you in this temple until all the wars are over."
"Leave me in this temple?"
The calm and firmness on Jingkamiao's face was completely broken, he thought of some possibility, and was really shocked.
"You are really too smart... It's just that I told you before that there is no difference between the real rich and powerful..." the white-robed priestess sighed silently.
There was a rush of piercing sound at this moment.
At least twenty figures exuding strong mana fluctuations appeared behind Jing Kamiao.
Jing Kamiao turned around, and he saw that most of these strong men who joined forces to subdue or kill him in an instant were all familiar faces, and among them was even his very dignified father who rarely talked to him.
"Isn't Shadowfall Valley the main camp of the evil dragon cultists... It turns out that the palace of the Dowa Kingdom has become your main camp... besides you, how many evil dragon bishops exist here?" Jingkamiao closed her eyes in pain.
When he closed his eyes, he seemed to see the resplendent palace crashing down in front of him, leaving only countless decayed skeletons.
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"What kind of weed-level team is this? It's simply a super monster-level team."
"In the three-to-two competition, even Dragon's Breath Academy only passed two people, but Holy Dawn Academy passed all six people. It is said that even the captain of Abel Academy lost to Ayrin one-on-one."
"Shouldn't Holy Dawn Academy go straight to the end, and even Dragon's Breath Academy will lose to them?"
"Impossible. Morgan is too strong. Last year, Morgan didn't seem to use any real power to win the national championship."
"But Holy Dawn Academy is not strong by Ayrin alone..."
On the streets of the main city of Echimara, crowds of people were talking about the championship and runner-up finals of the upcoming national competition.
On a certain street corner, a student from an unknown college asked his teacher, "Teacher, this national competition has been torn apart because of the Battle of Shadowfall Valley, and so many people died in the battle of Shadowfall Valley." Master, why doesn't this national competition simply be suspended and postponed until next year?"
"It is precisely because the impact of this war in Shadowfall Valley is too great that this national competition is more necessary and more meaningful." The teacher looked at the student who asked the question and replied seriously and dignifiedly: "Fallen Valley Before the Shadow Valley War, although the increasing power of the evil dragon cultists was a great threat, at least the forces between the various families and the various kingdoms maintained a balance. However, so many magicians died in battle, and the role of the high-level elite magician squad is becoming more and more important. Obviously, correspondingly, the status of some lords and families with powerful magician teams has increased. The balance between the forces of all parties has been broken, and it is easy to become an era of territorial wars in which the previous lords proclaimed themselves kings. And the national competition in the The greatest significance of this kind of time is to cultivate some leaders with true magician beliefs."
"A leader with true magician beliefs?"
"Yes, this kind of national competition will turn the members of these teams into star players that everyone knows and even admires, and become idols in many people's hearts. Then if these people fight for something at that time, they should It will be easy to have many followers and become the commander of the legion, or even the leader of the legion. These leaders with faith will restore the balance of the continent."
"It turns out that the national competition still has such a meaning." The student's eyes were shining brightly.
"So you all have to work hard, and strive to become a dazzling star player in the national competition. Really take on the mission of a magician." The teacher looked at the students around him expectantly, and said.
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"It's here again."
In the contestants' village of Echmara, Aylin looked at the familiar residence, and couldn't help shouting excitedly, "It seems like I just lived here yesterday. I didn't expect so many days to pass in a blink of an eye."
"Then you have to hold back in the past two days, don't destroy all the houses here in a fit of excitement." Liszt said softly next to him calmly.
Ailin was sweating all over his head.
"Ms. Liszt, Teacher Jialan, when will Chris's father arrive?" He scratched his head in embarrassment, then turned to ask Liszt, Jialan and others as if he suddenly remembered something.
"The news from before is that it will arrive tomorrow." Jialan made a reassuring gesture to Aylin and Chris.
"Thank you teacher." Chris said gratefully.
"Huh? Is it Bai Ling and Wilde?"
At this moment, Aylin and the others turned around, and the figures of Bai Ling and Wilde appeared on the road behind them.
"What's wrong?"
Liszt was startled.
He immediately noticed that the expressions of Bai Ling and Wilde were very wrong, Bai Ling's face was extremely ugly, and Wilde's face seemed to be twitching all the time, with an expression of holding back tears.
"You... No, we've been tricked." Bai Ling walked to Liszt directly opposite, and said softly in a tone of gritted teeth: "Someone from the whirlpool team should follow me and find Feiqiluo."
"What!"
Although his voice was soft, everyone could hear him clearly, and everyone's expressions changed drastically.
"How is Boss Feiqiluo? Why didn't he come!" Aylin couldn't help but yelled.
"He probably came to his senses when I went there, but we didn't realize it. He probably was afraid of hurting us, so he left alone, and then there was a fight in the boiling spring area of Lujiao City, and then..." Bai Ling said The voice stopped here.
"Then what!" Lin Luolan and the others stopped breathing completely, while Aylin rushed up and grabbed Bai Ling's hand, and shouted.
"Boss... Boss... might have been killed by them!" Wilde exhausted all his strength to finish the sentence. He tried not to cry, but on his distorted face, there was an expression more palpitating than crying.
Everyone is petrified.
"Fei Qiluo asked me to tell you guys before leaving alone." Bai Ling's body also trembled slightly. He is also one of the top magicians in Aiqi Kingdom and one of the proudest magicians. The magician team did such a thing almost in front of his face, which also made him feel great anger and humiliation. He said slowly in an extremely cold tone, "Fei Qiluo said that the planning and carefulness of the people in the Vortex Sorcerer team is definitely no less than Kate's. They even spend a lot of time observing their opponents. Also, their biggest His characteristic is that he is used to making shots in situations that everyone thinks are the most unlikely."
"We will defeat them and kill them!"
Liszt patted Ayrin who was trembling desperately in front of him, but couldn't make a sound, "No matter what, you all have to finish this national competition first, I can guarantee...it won't be too long."
Si Dinghan was dumbfounded.
It seems that Fei Qiluo is quite annoying at ordinary times, and he is even more cool than himself.
But why...why did I burst into tears inexplicably
"At this time, won't you be thinking of being lazy?" Rui looked at Si Dinghan, who was streaming down his face, expressionlessly, and didn't say anything. He just squeezed his fists and made a crisp sound.
A cold flame ignited from these people. Z