The eastern sky gradually revealed a hint of whiteness, and a new day began again.
But for the residents of Fallen Eagle City, last night was the last day of their lives.
The open fire has been gradually extinguished, but the suffocating heat has not dissipated. Even if it is far away, it is still unbearably hot.
In the bushes three kilometers away from Fallen Eagle City, there is a unique carriage parked.
The coachman was dozing off, as if he didn't sleep well last night, with thick dark circles on his face, and lingering fear between his brows, as if he was having a nightmare.
The two old horses pulling the cart are leisurely eating the green grass on the ground, flicking their tails from time to time to drive away mosquitoes and flies.
"Boom boom."
Two knocking sounds came from inside the car, waking the driver awake. He quickly wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and asked respectfully, "Master, are you leaving?"
"Well, go east." A dignified voice came from inside the car, short and powerful.
"Yes, sir!" The driver immediately swung his whip, urging the old horse to go east.
But before he had gone far, a voice came from inside the car again: "Stop."
The coachman didn't know why, but he stopped the carriage anyway.
Just when he was scratching his head to ask what was going on, he found a figure wearing a silver mage robe appeared beside the carriage at some point.
His face was covered under the wide hood, and he couldn't see clearly, but the terrifying aura emanating from his body had already made the coachman tremble unconsciously.
At this moment, a man's voice came from inside the car again: "Mark, walk away."
As if he had received an amnesty, the coachman ran away quickly, rolling and crawling.
Then, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a middle-aged man wearing a white mage robe stepped out of the carriage.
"Cushius, I didn't expect this taboo technique to be restored by you." The silver-robed mage said, with both wonder and fear in his tone, but more of a deep worry.
"Lord Ernest, I didn't expect to alarm you." The white-robed mage Cusius who stepped out of the carriage bowed slightly and saluted.
Afterwards, he shook his head and said, "However, we didn't restore that taboo technique, it can only be regarded as a poor imitation, but fortunately, it should be successful."
Ernest sighed, as if he was feeling something, but then his tone became cold: "Do you know what it means if this taboo technique succeeds?"
Cousius smiled, his face was full of pride and pride, and he cheered up:
"It means that we mages no longer need to be cautious about the nobles of the empire, we no longer need to hide in Yevil to linger, let alone pay the price of our lives to gain the power to fight against the sanctuary!"
Listening to Cousius' bold words, Ernest raised his head, revealing a weather-beaten old face.
But there was no trace of joy on this face, but infinite sorrow and pity.
"No." Ernest shook his head slowly, and poured a basin of cold water on Cushius, "If this taboo technique is really successful, it will only bring disaster to you and Yavier!"
Hearing the old mage's alarming words, Cusius smiled lightly: "Master Ernest, although I respect you very much, I still have to say that your weakness also surprised me."
Facing Cusius's ridicule, Ernest chuckled, he didn't seem to be angry, but said flatly but firmly:
"I'm sorry, Cusius, I have always admired you and Mr. Xie's spirit of exploration, but I can't tolerate you sacrificing the lives of innocent people to complete the forbidden spell, let alone allow your reckless behavior to destroy Yeville!"
Cuxius also sneered, and said tit-for-tat: "How can there be no sacrifices on the road of exploring the truth? Rather than sacrificing precious mages, it is better to sacrifice those ignorant and ignorant people!
As for Yevil, hehe, Lord Ernest, your cowardice is the real reason for its gradual decline and even extinction!
Now, Mr. Zhe and Emperor Reinhardt have reached a consensus that the Northern Territory is about to have a new master, and a new master who is a mage!
As for the paladins who have always been a headache for the mages, hehe, now there is a way to deal with it, so, Lord Osnet, it is time for you to put aside those old dogmas and let the mage council be reborn from the ashes! "
"Rebirth from the ashes? I think you will only play with fire and set yourself on fire!" Ernest said coldly, "Your target this time should be the Duke of St. Hilde, right? The empire caused an uproar!
And Yevil may not be able to survive such a monstrous wave as you expected!
No, I have to talk to Mr. Ji in person. "
With that said, Ernest walked towards Fallen Eagle City.
But within a few steps, Cousius blocked his way.
Ernest narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Cusius, how dare you stop me?"
Cusius shook his head firmly and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ernest, I promised Mr. Ji that I would guard him for one day. During this day, no one is allowed to approach the ruins of Eagle Falling City!"
Ernest laughed immediately, and said in a cold tone, "Cusius, do you really think I'm old?"
Cushius raised his staff and responded, "No, I just think it's time for you to step aside."
"Hahaha!" Ernest laughed loudly, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, "Give way? Just because you also want the chairmanship of the Mage Council, okay, then let me see, you are so How have you grown over the years!"
While speaking, Ernest's eyes instantly turned silvery white, and countless tiny lightning flashed around his body like silver snakes. His expression became extremely indifferent, and he spoke obscure elf language.
Cusius on the opposite side also entered the fighting state almost at the same time, and saw that his blond hair instantly became completely white, and there were even traces of frost emerging from it, and the temperature around his body also dropped by more than ten degrees in an instant. Ice crystals visible to the naked eye have also begun to condense in the air.
The sky suddenly darkened, and the wind in the field seemed to have stopped.
At this time, Cusius and Ernest were surrounded by two distinct worlds.
One side is extremely cold and bitingly frozen, and the other side is lightning with silver snakes dancing wildly.
On one side is the dead silence of winter, as if to freeze all life;
On the other side is endless mania, as if it wants to destroy the world.
"Cushius, last chance, let it go, or, don't let it go?"
"Master Ernest, the world has changed, and you are outdated!"
"Arrogance!"
With a loud shout, countless python-like thick electric snakes twisted their bodies and blasted towards Cuxius at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
ding ding ding...
Layers of crystal-clear ice shields instantly shattered, turning into tiny chips flying in the air, reflecting colorful rays of light under the sunlight.
There is a strange beauty.
These beautiful and dangerous ice crystals condense in the air, and with Cuxius' gestures constantly changing directions, they gradually form a mysterious magic circle in the air.
Roar-
The deadly ice and snow world suddenly became manic, and an extremely cold storm rushed towards Ernest like a tornado carrying finely divided ice crystals.
Along the way, a thick ice mark was blown out on the ground, and all the animals and plants on the ice mark were frozen in this piece of ice at this moment.
Boom!
The huge shock wave, carrying ice cold and lightning, quickly spread to all directions.
Although the coachman Mark had already hid far away, he was still affected by the aftermath, and he trembled all over and passed out instantly.
(end of this chapter)