At night, layers of dark clouds completely cover the moon and the sky.

    Completely out of reach, and bursts of biting cold wind swept across the land of Lorant, blowing the team in front of it so that it had to stop——

    "Hurry up, we must hurry up. This is the theater!"

    A well-dressed man with a clean face shouted.

    "Sir, I can''t go now!"

    Another leader of the team, pressing his hat and wrapped his coat tightly, almost crawled in front of the previous man and shouted.

    Although the two sides are face-to-face, in the wind, if they don''t shout, they can''t hear what the other side is saying.

    "But this is the battlefield, where the rebels and wizards are fighting..."

    Boom!

    Before the man''s words were finished, an explosion sounded, completely drowning the man''s words, and an air wave overturned him to the ground.

    The man who fell seven dizzy and eight elements raised his head subconsciously. Suddenly, he saw an unforgettable scene——

    Thousands of fireballs, dragging the dazzling flame tail, crossed the dark night sky and hit the ground like meteors. Suddenly, the earth was bright.

    In the distance, countless camps fell into a sea of fire.

    Wails and screams did not ring in a real sense. Even if they did, they were a small part, because at the moment when these fireballs fell, most people were instantly crushed in the explosion.

    The man looked at the scene in front of him.

    A moment later, he came back and wanted to see his team.

    However, as soon as he looked back, he was stunned——

    Charred limbs, broken arms, burning bodies.

    A fireball spread to his team. Except him, everyone didn''t escape. Even the captain of the caravan died not far away.

    Subconsciously shivered.

    The man knows very well that if the previous storm doesn''t lift him out, he will come to the same end.

    However, men have no time to rejoice in their narrow escape.

    Apart from the fact that he had lost his fortune because all the goods were finished, more importantly, in his sight, a team of wizards in robes appeared in his vision.

    All these wizards are black, and the long sticks in their hands are the same, and even their expressions are the same... Indifference.

    The man did not want to, let his body roll around on the scorched ground, and even put several stumps and broken arms on his body as a shelter.

    Those who dare to have contact with the rebels are unforgivable!

    This is an early order.

    He was obviously violating such orders. Although he was not the only one, he absolutely didn''t want to be hanged outside the city tower or in the square like those caught.

    The Wizards ignored the corpse under their feet and walked straight by.

    The indifference on his face became more and more cold and even numb.

    In the war, if there is no heart full of war for a moment, the whole heart will become emotionless - Wizards don''t know what this sentence means, but they are doing it now.

    In the distance, those who survived the fireball bombing were somewhat different.

    They are neither full of war nor numb.

    They just hope - to live, or... To let future generations live.

    The earth on the ground suddenly had a slight bulge, and then the turnover plates were pushed away one by one, and the people who had quickly hid in them survived; They hold simple swords, wear some worn leather armor, and even some do not fit, but they all seem a bit decent - any mistakes are supported by faith.

    The Wizards didn''t.

    Neither did they.

    Some guys hiding in ghosts are the culprits, but they have already been punished; Therefore, such a war itself should stop.

    However, it can''t stop at all, just like an alarm clock on the string. The passage of time can''t be stopped at all.

    "Damn war!"

    With a homemade cigarette in his mouth, old John stood on a small earthen bag formed by the bombing of fireballs and whispered to himself. The light of the cigarette end flickered. His eyes scanned the corpses around him. Then, he looked at the wizard Corps in front of him. His heart had never felt the disgust of war like now.

    "Damn fate!"

    Again, old John began to curse in such a low voice.

    He looked up at the dark sky, his eyes even crossed the whole sky, looking for possible figures - in fact, he was looking for each other before each battle began.

    If he can, he doesn''t mind breaking each other into pieces.

    Never at any time did he hate an existence so much.

    ……

    The void flickered, and Yeqi appeared somewhere in the battlefield with delpa.

    "Here is..."

    Asked della, somewhat unsure.

    "It''s the place you imagined. On one side is the king of the sword, my teacher; on the other is the wizard Emperor: Abigail - the final result of the war is that all the wizard legions are destroyed and Abigail is killed."

    Yeqi said it with great certainty.

    "Then I''m going to persuade Abigail... Are you sure to persuade your teacher?"

    Asked della.

    "Believe me, my teacher has always resisted such a war!"

    Ye Qi smiled and disappeared in place the next moment.

    Derpa didn''t stop and went straight to the place where Abigail''s breath existed. However, the speed of progress was far slower than that of Yeqi - except that Yeqi used the essence of time, it was more because Yeqi was covered with a layer of "time" breath on derpa, which was a category of time gap utilization to isolate the eyes of "order".

    However, such an unpleasant speed is only compared with Yeqi.

    For others, it is still quite fast.

    At least, no one could find Delphi when he passed through the camp where the wizards were stationed until he approached the Chinese army tent belonging to the wizard emperor Abigail.

    "Who!"

    In a low voice, with an indisputable tone, Abigail was as expressionless as ever, but he was very powerful. He looked at the figure outside the tent and guessed which of the seven heroes the other party was.

    It was absolutely impossible for him to be found so close.

    Although it was only a few short fights, Abigail was 12% vigilant towards the companions left by Yeqi. Among them, the most powerful were the king of the sword and the emperor of the Titan. Both of them had ignored the immortality of any Legion level. They had nothing to do with each other, whether it was a single fight or a large-scale war.

    Unless it''s him or LADA.

    Even LADA is a little inferior.

    However, Abigail knew very well that both of them were honest people and would not play tricks. They were far from the hermit inside.

    "The hermit?"

    Abigail asked.

    Apart from each other, he couldn''t think of any other possibilities for the time being.

    "It''s me, Abigail!"

    Abigail was stunned by the sound and incomparable familiarity. Then, anger and murderous intention began to appear on his face - he was defiled as a position of faith, which was enough to make a good gentleman look like a crazy bull.

    Moreover, Abigail is far from the so-called good man.

    "Die!"

    In a low drink, Abigail raised his hand.

    The ''great'' derpa is dead. Although Abigail doesn''t want to admit it, it''s an indisputable fact. He buried each other himself, the person he respects most.

    Now, someone pretended to be the other party and appeared in front of him.

    Abigail will never be able to calm his anger if he doesn''t tear each other to pieces.

    In the silent wave, a dim and annihilated light cut through the space and appeared in front of the figure; However, the same light appeared there.

    The same silence, the same darkness and annihilation.

    "Kill God? How could you..."

    Abigail was stunned.

    Although the anger at the bottom of his heart did not subside, a little fantasy always existed, so that he did not continue to attack, but quietly waited and prepared.

    "The construction of this spell model was completed with my help - of course, it was only about half completed at that time!"

    He lifted the tent curtain and delpa walked in slowly.

    Looking at the familiar face, Abigail''s face was uncertain.

    "I know you''re still skeptical, and I can''t get more evidence. Even if I know something that only we know, you still think I''ve done more preparatory work... After all, when you became my assistant at first, you were such a character - doubting everything, but believing everything!"

    Della looked at the old face of the young assistant who should have been in her memory, and couldn''t help sighing softly.

    The special wave movement made him know that his assistant chose that road - replacing his body with various other substances to obtain more powerful power.

    This was originally his idea.

    It''s just an idea, and there''s no more going on.

    Because, at that time, he met Fang Ding.

    However, the assistant in front of us undoubtedly carried on this; Moreover, it was completed very completely, even some beyond his imagination.

    After all, in his view, it is quite difficult to achieve immortality in this way, and the probability is very small.

    Abigail did.

    "Abigail, can you listen to me and tell me what will happen to me?"

    Asked della.

    "Say it!"

    Abigail pondered for a moment and finally nodded.

    PS''s decadent cold hasn''t recovered yet... I keep running nose, especially when eating

    The scene was terrible!

    T.T

    Thanks to the prodigal son wandering all over the world and the reward of the starting point coin of turtle 0920200 ~ ~ ~ decadent bows again and thanks to the brothers and sisters who support decadent~~~