Wizard From Afar

At the same time outside the camp, anxiety is gradually spreading.

As the sky lights up, more and more soldiers wake up from their sleep, gather in front of camps and bonfires, towards the huge "grey blue vortex" pointing fingers under the sky in the distance, Talking about something.

That is not a whirlpool of dark clouds, or even the opposite-no cloud can be seen around the whirlpool, it is like a crack in the dome, and there is only bottomless darkness in the middle.

The huge vortex hanging in the sky looks far away, but it seems to be very close to them; the dull thunderous roar comes from time to time in the whirlpool, as if to swallow the entire world .

No matter how Knight and Count scolded, shouted, from start to finish, they never let the soldiers' eyes really leave the whirlpool; even they themselves were scolding the soldiers at the same time, there was also in their pupils. Exudes the color of shock and not knowing what to do.

No one told them what happened. No matter how they asked, the wizards remained silent. The Grand Duke and Legion commanders repeatedly warned them to shut up the soldiers, not to spread rumors, and dare to speak nonsense. All gibberish is engaged in military law.

The spread of rumors in the military camp was originally a felony; repeating what is supposed to happen is tantamount to telling others that it is true.

From top to bottom, both the Grand Duke and the soldiers at the bottom have a faint feeling that this is actually meaningless-the moment the rumors are suppressed, the rumors have been born.

The collective silent wizard, the missing emperor, the princes and counts who kept silent, desperately suppressing the rumors-the atmosphere in the camp is developing step by step into a situation of treacherous and panic.

"How long has it been?"

Outside the deadly camp, Charlotte, who was the first uncontrollable, couldn't help but speak, at the same time, the eyes of the princes present coincided with each other. Looked towards Edward, who was always silent.

The leader of the night watch has a long sighed expression with annoyance and helplessness.

"Your Majesty was the Duke of Byrne who was summoned in the early morning, and it is almost noon now." Edward said with a blank expression: "Calculating the time, it will take a few hours."

"What the hell are these two people talking about so that you can talk about it now?" Sarika, who was holding the knife, was already getting impatient, even though she had only gotten up almost an hour ago.

Charlotte and Yuli Wiertz are frowned, and Nolan Erd from start to finish. An indifferent posture-the battle of the Azores has ended, and he has got everything he deserves. As for the huge vortex above his head, he has no interest at all.

"Probably...is discussing the huge vortex?"

The newly-advanced Duke Lotaire on the side, Cautiously opened the mouth and said of Kahn Fried, Cautiously, it seems that a student is answering a teacher's question: "I heard that your Majesty has noticed the vortex last night. It just so happens that Grand Duke Byrne has just become the imperial wizard advisor; I just found something wrong, such as..."

"Yeah, yeah, many thanks, remind me, or where do we know where to go?!"

The grumpy scimitar grandfather interrupted impatiently: "If you know, you know. , Can you stop talking nonsense-when you shut up, you look smarter than now!"

"I..."

"Salika· Your Excellency Jonah, please pay attention to your words-His Excellency Kahn Fried is the Grand Duke recognized by the Empire and Lothair, and his status is equal to you and me."

Yuli with frowning eyebrows Wiertz said solemnly, glanced at the machete granddaughter whose face was full of dissatisfaction, and turned to lose one's head out of fear, the fidgeting Kahn Fried: "Duke Lotaire, what did you find?"

"I, I found...found..." Kahn Fried, who was stared by a crowd of people, swallowed his saliva, dodged his eyes, and pointed to the vortex overhead as if he was going to fight:

"Have you noticed that vortex, the direction of that vortex..."

"Direction?"

"Yes, direction! It has been, Always in that direction; there is no difference between distance and near..."

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"It is caused by the remnants of the void, right?"

Although I was asking, the little wizard’s tone was quite sure, his sapphire eyes were staring at the huge vortex in the distance:

"Although I don’t know how It can be done...but there is no void response in that vortex at all, some are just assaults the senses, wave-like Void Power, in other words..."

"In other words, it is just a powerful The remnants of the spewing out of Void Power are nothing more than illusions created-so in the eyes of our lives in the material world, it is like the sun and cannot see far and near."

Isaac snatched up and took the conversation. , Biting his fingernails: "The vortex that really tears apart the material and the Void Realm limit should be somewhere very far and far away."

"This is nothing special, and ordinary spells are also Will produce phantoms due to too strong Void Power, and even special researches using phantoms What about the high-level curse; so it’s nothing special, it’s very common and ordinary, there is nothing...special..."

Speaking, both of them fell into a certain silence... Silence of fear.

Although the emotions are similar to those of ordinary soldiers, there are also subtle differences-Isaac and Ai Yin, who specialize in the substantive research of Void Power, no one knows the distant one better than them. What does the whirlpool illusion actually mean.

The void residue of this level has already surpassed all "common sense", and even violated the balance between matter and void world-if even Eboden is so far away, you can see such a clear illusion , Then the place that is really affected by that Void Power......

I’m afraid, it has become indistinguishable from the real "Void World", right?

The ground under your feet has changed shape, the sky above your head has become muddy and squeezed out of shape, all living life has mutations, distortions, and growth of iron bones, liquid muscles, golden eyes... or Simply become a mass of flesh and blood, flowing wantonly.

Everything imaginable, unimaginable, unimaginable, and dare not to think... will become real in that land.

And the master behind all of this, the existence that manipulates this huge Void Power, "Black Cross" Serio...

The more you think, the more they feel The heavier.

"Can this time... really win?" the little wizard muttered to himself, the fear in his sapphire eyes was swept away, replaced by inexplicable worries.

"Loren... can he really defeat Seyol?"

This is very strange-from the very beginning, the black hair wizard never said to be alone Confronted with the Black Cross; but Ai Yin had this premonition, almost believing that this big liar would leave without saying goodbye, and take the risk on his own.

He will definitely do this, because he is Loren Torino, the big liar who tricked himself into "fighting together" in the wild dog village.

"I don't know, this level...Even the Evil God in the records of the Dragon King Tower has no power at this level." Isaac desperately shook his head: "I only know one thing."

"If what we see right now is his true power; if he really gets the nine-pointed star holy grail...this world, I'm afraid it really can't stop his existence."

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Isaac who sucked in a breath of cold air desperately suppressed the fear in his heart, and the nail of his thumb was almost broken by him.

"He won't get it, right?" The little wizard couldn't help but said:

"Eboden's Holy Grail is in Loren's hands, and the other...the other even Loren I don’t know, then the "Black Cross" Seror should also..."

"no no no...It's just theoretically like this."

"Theoretically?"

"Yes, theoretically." Isaac nodded: "Loren opened the second valve. As far as the existence of opening the second valve is concerned, they can experience infinite times in their spiritual world. What happened...a bit like a prophecy but not the same, because the existence of the void has no concept of time."

"If, I mean if...if the'Black Cross' Seror is countless I have simulated confrontations with Loren in his spiritual world time and time again, eliminating all the probabilities one by one." Isaac swallowed:

"Then...he might still find the weak spot. , To confirm the true location of the Holy Grail of the Nine-pointed Star."

At this time.

"Boom——!"

A thunder sounded from the horizon, and the purple electric light flashed past the center of the vortex; almost at the same time, the three giant dragons in the camp also It emits a long whistle, in response to the roar of the dome.

The little wizard and Isaac turned their heads together, staring at the whirlpool with fearful eyes, and a more terrifying conjecture echoed in their minds.

Maybe...Serel and he...

Has been countered by another nine-pointed star?

"no no no...this is impossible, impossible!" Isaac immediately denied the idea, comforting the little wizard with a taste he didn't even believe in:

"If He really got another nine-pointed star holy grail, so what we see is not just an illusion but a real vortex-think about it, Loren can lean on the holy grail when only one valve can be opened. Power banished it into the void..."

"If he really got another holy grail, what would it be like?"

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"In this case, you must confirm the exact position of the vortex as soon as possible."

According to the leader of the night watch, Edward, the vortex in front of him is divided. After the unclear distance was an illusion, Ulrich Wiltz, who suddenly realized that, immediately began to order:

"Send the guards of the barracks, the messengers coming from any direction of the empire, no matter what the intelligence is. They were not allowed to be intercepted, and arrived here immediately; at the same time, they dispatched personnel to confirm the exact location of the vortex as soon as possible."

The officer who was ordered slightly nodded, turned around and left before the other dukes could speak-Azov In the Battle of the Elves, the Duke of Elman, who was the first to respond to the army, although he was the youngest, gradually became the second only to Byrne among the Duke by virtue of his military exploits.

"I would also like to thank the Duke of Lottel for detecting it in time, otherwise I am afraid we will continue to wait here." Ulrich Wiertz turned his gaze and turned to Kahn Fried, who looked scared behind him. slightly nodded:

"It is worthy of being the Fried family born of the divine archer. Your insight is not inferior to Ruben Fried."

"no no no, You’re too polite, I’m just..."

Kahn Fried waved his hands in trepidation, as if he had inherited a lot of favor; but no matter whether Yuli Wiertz or The other princes were in no mood to pay attention to him, and they turned their eyes to the direction of the sound of horseshoes in the distance.

A messenger running wildly on a horse is coming here.

Gazed at everyone, Edward stepped forward and took the letter from the messenger; the moment he saw the first line of words on it, the expression of the leader of the night watch who was still calm changed suddenly.

"Is the information accurate?!"

"This is the letterhead sent all the way from West Sacrament in the early hours of last night, and the subordinate is the seventh responsible for sending the letter!" The breathless messenger did his best to nodded: "You can check, there should be eight stamps on it!"

The shocked Edward stared at the letterhead, nodded in a daze.

"What's the matter, is there any problem?" Charlotte, who was always nervous, asked uneasyly: "Where is the real location of the big vortex...?"

The atmosphere filled the surroundings, and fear began to ferment.

"This is a letterhead from West Sacrament--the text on it is very scribble, probably because a messenger noticed something went wrong and wrote it on his own initiative."

Since for a long time, Edward slowly turned around and looked towards everyone who stared at him with horrified eyes: "The content of the letter is also very simple, only two lines."

"天It's dark... it's thundering."

"Very simple, nonsense-like content. The problem is the letter stamp above—the first letter stamp is a lakeside manor in West Sacrament."

"It is only half a day away from Imperial Capital Golovin."

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“Ah...Finally started "

Being restrained by the chain, the pale-faced little Prince glared at feeble eyes, and his increasingly blurred vision passed through the narrow gap between the iron fences, looking at the scroll in the sky. Whirlpool.

He didn’t know what it was, or even what it meant; but at the first sight of the whirlpool, the little Prince, the elf, understood that the one hiding behind everything was manipulating Azov. The guy who destroyed the Elves and the Empires... "Black Cross" Serel, is about to do it.

The final war is over, the Azores are annihilated, and the exhausted empire has lost all the power to resist him.

But Loren · Torino... he probably guessed this already, right?

"So, what would you do...Final Struggle, put up a desperate struggle? Or do you do everything and enjoy the fun of this game?"

Muttering to himself:

"I want to...see it with my own eyes."

"I want to see with my own eyes...see you are struggling desperately, dying to survive, doing your best Rebelling against fate, doing everything possible, even at the expense of what you cherish, and finally still falling in front of fate, with an expression of pain and despair, Loren...Torino!"

"I really want to see...that scene with my own eyes Ah!"