In the dark night, layers of dark clouds completely cover the moon and the sky.
I couldn't see my fingers completely, and the biting cold wind swept across the land of Lorant, blowing the advancing team so that they had to stop—
"Hurry up, we have to hurry up, this is a war zone!"
A well-dressed man with a clean face shouted loudly.
"Sir, I can't go now at all!"
Another leader of the team pressed his hat, wrapped his coat tightly, and almost crawled to the front of the man before him, shouting loudly.
Although the two sides were facing each other, in the gusts of wind, if they hadn't shouted, they wouldn't have heard what the other party was saying.
"But, here is the battlefield, where rebels and wizards are fighting..."
boom!
Before the man finished speaking, there was an explosion, which completely drowned out the man's words, and a wave of air knocked him to the ground.
The man who fell completely dizzy raised his head subconsciously, and suddenly saw a scene that he will never forget—
Thousands of fireballs, dragging their dazzling flame tails, crossed the dark night sky, and hit the ground like meteors falling to the ground. Immediately, the earth was translucent.
In the distance, countless camps were engulfed in flames.
The wails and screams did not really sound, even if there were, it was a very small part, because at the moment these fireballs fell, most of the people had already been smashed to pieces in the explosion.
The man stared blankly at the scene in front of him.
After a while, he came back to his senses and wanted to check his team.
However, when he turned around, he was stunned—
Blackened limbs and broken arms, burning corpses.
A fireball hit his team. Except for him, no one escaped, even the chief guard of the caravan. Also died not far away.
Subconsciously shuddered.
The man is very clear, if the previous air wave did not blow him out. He is the same fate.
However, the man had no time to celebrate his narrow escape.
Aside from the fact that all the goods were gone and he was bankrupt, what was more, in his line of sight, groups of wizards in robes appeared in his field of vision.
These wizards are all dressed in black, with the same long staffs in their hands, and even their expressions are the same... indifferent.
The man doesn't even think about it. Let his body roll around on the scorched ground, and even put several stumps and broken arms on his body as a cover.
Anyone who dares to contact the rebels will be killed without mercy!
This is an old command.
And he was obviously violating such an order, although he was not the only one violating, but he definitely didn't want to be hanged outside the city tower or in the square like those who were caught.
The wizards ignored the corpses under their feet and strode straight past.
The indifference on his face became colder and colder. Even numb.
In war, without a moment of fighting spirit, let the whole heart be emotionless - wizards do not know this saying. But that's what they do now.
But in the distance, those who survived the fireball bombardment were a little different.
They were neither fighting spirit nor numb.
They just want to - live, or... let future generations live.
The soil on the ground suddenly had a bulge, and then the flaps were pushed away one by one, and the people who had quickly hid in them survived; they were holding simple swords and wearing somewhat dilapidated leather armor. Even, some do not fit. But they all seem to be a little bit decent - under the support of belief, any mistakes.
Wizards don't.
Neither do they.
Some guys hiding among the ghosts. It is the culprit, but it has already received the punishment it deserves; therefore, such a war itself should stop.
However, it cannot be stopped at all, just like an alarm clock that is wound up, the passage of time cannot be stopped at all.
"war of the Damned!"
With a homemade cigarette in his mouth, Old John stood on a small mound formed by the bombardment of the fireball, talking to himself in a low voice. The flame of the cigarette flickered on and off, and his eyes scanned his surroundings Then, looking at the wizard legion that appeared in front of him, I never felt disgust for war like this moment in my heart.
"Damn 'fate'!"
Once again, old John cursed under his breath.
He raised his head to look at the dark sky, and his eyes even crossed the entire sky, looking for the figure that might appear—in fact, before every battle started, he was looking for the other party.
If possible, he wouldn't mind tearing the opponent into pieces.
Never at any time has he hated an existence so much.
…
The void flickered, and Ye Qi appeared somewhere on the battlefield with Delpa.
"here it is… "
Delpa asked with some uncertainty.
"It's the place you imagined. On one side is the king of swords, my teacher; on the other side is the wizard emperor: Abigail——The final result of the war is that all the wizard legions were wiped out, and Abigail died in battle."
Ye Qi recounted it with certainty.
"Then I'm going to persuade Abigail... Are you sure you can persuade your teacher?"
Delpa asked.
"Believe me, my teacher has always resisted such a war!"
Ye Qi laughed, and the next moment, he disappeared in place.
Delpa didn't stop either, and went straight to the place where Abigail's breath existed, but the speed of advancement was far less than that of Ye Qi - except that Ye Qi used the essence of time, it was more because Ye Qi was in the Delpa's body was covered with an aura of 'time', which is a category of time gap utilization, used to isolate the eyes of 'order'.
However, such an unpleasant speed is only compared to Ye Qi.
For others, it's still pretty fast.
At least, when Delpa passed through the camp where the wizards were stationed, no one could find out. Until he approached the large tent of the Chinese army belonging to the wizard emperor Abigail.
"who!"
In the low voice, with an unquestionable tone, Abigail remained expressionless as usual. But he was extremely powerful, and he looked at the figure outside the tent. Guess which one of the seven heroes the opponent is.
It is absolutely impossible to be discovered by him at such a close level.
Although it was only a few short fights, Abigail was 120% vigilant about the companions left by Ye Qi. Among them, the most powerful were the King of Swords and the King of Titans. Both of them had already ignored Immortality at any legion level, whether alone or in large-scale warfare. There is nothing they can do about each other.
Unless it's him, or Rada makes a move.
Even, even Lada is slightly inferior.
However, at the same time, Abigail knew very well that the two of them were honest people who would not play any tricks, far from the hermit in it.
"Hermit?"
Abigail asked.
Apart from the other party, he couldn't think of other possibilities for the time being.
"It's me, Abigail!"
The voice rang out. Incomparably familiar, Abigail was taken aback for a moment, then. Anger and murderous intent began to appear on his face—it was regarded as a place of faith, enough to make a good man look like a crazy bull.
What's more, Abigail is far from the so-called nice man.
"court death!"
While drinking, Abigail raised her hand and pointed.
'The Great' Delpa is dead, although Abigail doesn't want to admit it, but this is an indisputable fact, he buried him with his own hands. The person he respects the most.
And now, someone is posing as the other party. appeared in front of him.
If Abigail doesn't smash the other party into thousands of pieces, it will definitely be difficult to calm down the anger.
In the silent fluctuation. A beam of dim, annihilated light cut through the space and appeared in front of that figure; however, the same ray of light appeared there.
The same silence, the same dimness and annihilation.
"God Killing One Finger? How could you..."
Abigail froze.
Although the anger in his heart didn't subside in any way, a little bit of fantasy that always existed made him not continue to attack, but quietly waited and prepared.
"I helped you complete the construction of this spell model—of course, it was only about half completed!"
Opening the curtain of the tent, Delpa walked in slowly.
Looking at the familiar face, Abigail's face was uncertain.
"I know you are still skeptical, and I can't come up with more evidence. Even if I know something that only we know, you will still feel that I have done more preparations... After all, at the beginning, When you became my assistant, you were like this character—doubt everything, but firmly believe in everything!"
Looking at the old face of the assistant who should be very young in his memory, Delpa couldn't help sighing softly.
That special fluctuating feeling made him know that his assistant had chosen that path—replacing his body with various other substances to obtain even more powerful power.
This was originally his idea.
It's just that it's just a concept, and there is no further progress.
Because, at that time, he met Fang Ding.
However, the assistant in front of him undoubtedly carried on with this; moreover, it was completed very completely, even somewhat beyond his imagination.
After all, in his opinion, it is quite difficult to achieve immortality in this way, and the chances are slim.
And Abigail did it.
"Abigail, would you please listen to me and recount what is going to happen to me?"
Delpa asked.
"Say it!"
Abigail pondered for a moment, then finally nodded.
ps The decadent cold is still not healed... I have a runny nose, especially when I eat...
That scene was simply horrible!
Thanks to the prodigal son who is wandering around the world, turtle0920200 starting point coins for the reward~~~ Decadent bows again to thank the brothers and sisters who support decadent~~~(To be continued)