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Vega looked at the beautiful painting in front of him with some emotion.

"I'm beginning to look forward to what will appear here."

The next second, the giant lava hand behind Victor grabbed the group of barbarians with temple qualifications in the basket and threw them roughly on the ground in front of him.

A white formation was formed on the ground, and a few white feathers flew out of it and drilled into the bodies of those barbarians.

Under magic, they were forced to wake up. Slowly opened their eyes and looked at the unfamiliar scenes around them.

Although they were tossed around, the barbarians did not die.

After waking up, they saw the terrifying figure in front of them again, and they were tearing their throats with gibberish. They lined up, and even though their limbs were broken, their bodies were still repeating the act of begging for mercy.

The head smashed a big pit in the ice field under them, and even blood flowed from the forehead.

Victor did not speak, after all, he could not communicate with these barbarians.

The giant lava hand behind him turned into a finger, and he pointed behind the barbarians.

They understood what Victor meant, turned their heads with difficulty, and looked behind them.

As if they were summoned by something, they suddenly froze in place.

Suddenly, the waves on the surging sea seemed to reverse.

Like an earthquake, there were violent tremors on the ice field.

The earth shook intensively, as if it was about to break.

As the ice field broke, a building gradually floated up from the sea surface and slowly appeared in the ice ocean.

It seemed to be a temple, with an extremely huge posture, like a miracle.

Finally, it gradually revealed its full appearance, as if it was completely covering the sky.

It was a temple.

It was wrapped in cloud white, with a sense of etherealness, extremely wonderful.

The next second, the strong winds gathered together and blew violently on the edge of the cliff. The ice crystals and snow on the snowfield were instantly rolled up a hundred meters.

The ocean was suddenly dumped, surging towards the temple.

The barbarians seemed to have seen a miracle, and they stuck their heads on the ground, never daring to raise their heads again.

Victor looked at the miracle that appeared out of thin air in front of him calmly.

Wind Temple.

Located in the northernmost part of the Far North, the Far North Icefield, the location with the strongest storm.

There have been continuous winds and snow here for years, and the strong hurricanes have created a strong wind element here.

However, a Wind Temple gives the qualified person the manifestation of divine power, which is immunity to fire damage.

Similarly, the Earth Temple will give the qualified person the manifestation of divine power that is immune to wood.

Wind helps fire, and earth helps wood grow.

The temple seemed to sense the appearance of those qualified people, and slowly opened the door to welcome the qualified people.

A strong storm swept in instantly, and even the ice field under his feet was blown out of a terrifying crack.

But the qualified people could no longer move their bodies.

Victor walked slowly towards the temple, and soon he stood at the door.

A strong hurricane instantly wrapped around Victor, preventing him from moving forward.

Victor just glanced at the door indifferently, and his windbreaker suddenly flashed.

The pattern on the windbreaker gradually became brighter, and behind the two colors, it seemed that two different giant beasts gradually appeared, and the energy poured out completely surrounded the temple.

A powerful breath burst out from Victor's body, and the rich natural energy overflowed from his body, and the rough hurricane could not blow it away at all.

The repulsive force was suddenly interrupted, and there was no reaction.

"Problem."

Victor knew that the power of the temple was no longer stopping him. .

Disaster is a more advanced power than the Heritage Temple, because the ability inheritance of the Heritage Temple is divided from Disaster.

Victor knew this very well, so...

Not letting in the disaster is like not opening the door for your father when he comes to your house.

Victor entered the temple, and the storm outside gradually subsided.

Only a few qualified people were left shivering in the storm, feeling their last lives gradually dissipating in the cold and loneliness in endless fear and doubt.

...

"Everyone in the Pale Magic Society! Gather!"

"Within five minutes, all 4,382 people must gather in the snowfield!"

The magicians passed the message to each other, and the magicians on the snowfield all took action. The chaotic footsteps raised the thick snow on the snowfield several meters high.

The rumbling footsteps suddenly resounded throughout the empty snowfield.

The animals hiding under the snow could not help but run towards the depths of the snowfield because of the huge vibration.

Those rough men took off their animal skins and put on new ones.Put on the white battle robe.

Holding magic weapons in their hands, they lined up in the snow, stood at attention, and waited for the general's instructions.

In less than five minutes, all the wizards and mages had gathered.

Amelia stood beside Vladimir. She also changed into a white and heavy robe to cover the scars on her lower abdomen.

The impatient temperament before had long been swept away. Now she looked extremely indifferent.

Vladimir stood on the snow platform of the magic group, looking at everyone present, his expression was extremely serious, and his eyes revealed strong expectations.

"Warriors of the Pale Magicians, a great war is imminent."

"We have been stationed here for more than 20 years, and today! We will soon be able to completely put an end to those cruel demons, those barbarian bastards!"

"The time for resistance has come! We must seize this opportunity to completely drive those bastards out and fight them to a place farther than the Far North!"

Thousands of magicians and mages were immediately very excited, their fists clenched tighter, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably due to excitement, and everyone's face was flushed.

But there were still many rational people among them, and they were a little confused.

Why did the Magicians want to fight this war without saying a word?

"Why is there a war suddenly?"

"Are those knights going to cooperate with us?"

The Pale Magicians themselves are a group composed of many magicians and mages mixed together.

In front of the extremely strong barbarians, the magicians who rely on the combination of flesh and magic have some ability to resist.

But the mages can't.

If the Northern Knights were present, they could face the enemy head-on with their powerful equipment and physical fitness.

The knights were in front to resist the barbarians, and the magicians followed closely behind. The mages were surrounded in a safe output environment, and could focus on building magic and constantly inflict extremely terrifying magic attacks on the barbarians.

But now...

The group of Northern Knights never intended to be in a heart-to-heart relationship with their magicians.

Vladimir narrowed his eyes and asked back.

"Just tell me whether to fight or not."

The thousands of members of the Pale Magic Group heard this and suddenly shuddered, and responded subconsciously.

"Fuck! Fight! We must fight!"

"We don't know how much blood of martyrs our hatred with the barbarians has been stained with, and the hatred spanning twenty years, we can't help it!"

"Yes! We can't help it!"

As long as the president gives an order, even if they have doubts in their hearts, they must devote all their strength to a battle.

With twenty years of friendship and blood and sweat, they did not hesitate.

Vladimir looked at them and laughed!

"Hahaha! Good!"

"This time, we only need to go deep into the Far North, drive away those barbarians, and pick up a warrior."

"Of course, the surrounding tribes have been wiped out, we don't have to worry about those bastards blocking our actions."

This statement further inspired the morale of everyone.

Vladimir looked at his excited subordinates with a proud smile on his face.

He lowered his head and looked at Erica beside him, saying:

"Erica."

"It seems that your training will be put on hold for a few days."

"However, there is a saying that actual combat is the best training."

Erica understood what Vladimir meant.

He was asking herself whether she wanted to participate in this war.

If she was afraid here and afraid of the arrival of danger, then she could completely refuse.

But this was inconsistent with Erica's original intention.

She always remembered her goal, the one she wanted to pursue.

If she didn't even dare to participate in such a war, what else could she use to chase Victor.

And in Erica's heart, there were also some guesses.

The warrior who went deep into the Far North and swept away countless barbarians.

Could it be Professor Victor?

Many doubts remained in her heart, so Erica nodded.

Vladimir looked at her reaction and was very satisfied.

"Hahaha! Good! But you don't have to be too scared."

"Even if a fight really breaks out, it will definitely be us wizards who will be at the forefront, and you mages will just chant a few magic support in the back."

"Amelia."

He muttered casually, and the cold and beautiful mage next to him quickly responded.

"Let this little girl follow your mage group. I believe she doesn't need your care."

"Humph, mages are not as bad as you said.So fragile."

She snorted coldly and agreed.

After doing all this, Vladimir looked at the people in the magic group again.

His eyes seemed to be full of strong fighting spirit.

"Pale Magic Society, everyone march forward!"

"Target, the Far North!"

In an instant, under Vladimir's announcement.

All the wizards shouted louder and louder, and the snow-covered mountain a hundred meters away seemed to be shaking.

Amid the shouts, Dick hurried to the front of the team.

"General! There is a knight outside looking for you!"

"Oh? "

At this critical moment, there are knights looking for him?

Vladimir raised his eyebrows with interest, but before he could say anything.

A female knight in a heavy silver helmet came over from the side.

The armor on her body collided with each other, making a jingling sound.

Erica looked at her and widened her eyes slightly.

But the female knight seemed to have not noticed her at all, just looking at Vladimir with a flat tone.

"General Lebedev, you want to go to the Far North, right?"

Vladimir was very confused, and the wizards of the Magic Guild looked at the arrival of a knight, and their tone was a little more impolite.

"Heh, a knight? Don't they just hide in that huge castle and act like turtles?"

"And a female knight? I didn't expect that you northern knights have no men? "

Amid the mocking voices, the female knight in front of him did not show any displeasure.

She just looked at Vladimir calmly and said.

"I have a request, I hope to follow you and go to the Far North together."

"Haha?"

Vladimir laughed twice with interest, he waved his hand, signaling the wizards to quiet down.

When the crowd quieted down, he looked at Gwen again and asked.

"Why? You have to give me a reason."

"Otherwise, you can see that my team does not allow a knight to join. "

She did not continue to speak, but took out a piece of golden parchment from her waist.

The parchment seemed to have a faint magic power, as if it was close to something, and it was constantly flashing.

The paper was slightly warm in her hands, and even the surrounding air was distorted a little because of its temperature.

The people present were either wizards or mages, and they could all see that there was a remnant of magic power left on the parchment.

This must be a magic prop made by a powerful mage.

Before Vladimir asked, the female knight said calmly.

"With this parchment, I can accurately find Victor's location."

Find Victor's location?

Hearing this word, Vladimir immediately became interested.

Obviously, the other party's relationship with Victor must be unusual.

So, Vladimir asked.

"Who are you? "

Gwen put away the parchment and took a deep breath.

As if she had made a decision, she finally spoke slowly.

There was a certainty in her tone.

"I am Gwen Delin."

"I am Victor Cravener's fiancée."