The gloomy sky is covered with large swaths of gloomy clouds. The accumulation of them is enough to cover up any bright light.

A gust of wind and a cloud of dust blew around the Kuranlod garrison.

Inside the wooden wall surrounding the station, there is a three-story building made of light yellow stone bricks. A layer of wooden boards is nailed on the roof and surface, and only a few small windows are exposed to see the environment of several rooms inside.

The room was tightly closed, and the air was a bit damp and old.

In the back room, there were several sofas and an ink painting on the wall. A faint firelight emanated from the fireplace on the wall.

There was a figure wearing a black trench coat lying on the sofa.

The fireplace was facing the figure, and the yellow light shone on the figure's face, reflecting a faint yellow light.

He was a man in his twenties, with fair skin and a face similar to that of Luo Fei, especially the shawl of silver hair that spread over his chest and sofa, and shone with a trace of crystal luster under the firelight.

He breathed quietly, apparently sound asleep.

Suddenly!

He opened his eyes, which were full of fear and anxiety. His skin turned pale and blue due to anxiety, and large drops of sweat oozed from his forehead and fell to the right side of his cheek, flowing into his collar. It was sticky and uncomfortable.

"What's going on? Why am I so uneasy? Is something wrong? It's a pity that my father has not been back for ten years from a mission. He only occasionally sends some information back."

He murmured and shook his head, trying to get rid of these uncomfortable feelings.

Tsk~~

A drop of crystal sweat fell into the fireplace, rising into white mist.

"What's wrong?" A concerned female voice came from the door of the room.

He turned his head and saw a woman wearing silk pajamas standing at the door.

The woman looks to be in her thirties and is tall. She has long silver hair with a small tuft in the middle from her neck to her chest. She has fair skin. Her facial features are exquisite and pretty, with a hint of mature charm.

She stretched out one hand to hold the armrest of the door, with a worried look in her eyes.

"No...it's okay! Mother!" The young man shook his head.

"Schindler, you'd better go to bed early and sleep in your room. Your father will not come back for some time."

"Mother, you are my father's great-granddaughter. Do you think you can be said to be his son?"

"Shut up, don't talk about this."

"Okay, I won't say anything anymore."

Schindler denied it and lay half on the soft sofa. He leaned back and his whole body sank into it.

He closed his eyes again, but the dull feeling in his heart never dissipated, as if it was like an invisible mountain weighing on his heart.

"Why are you so uneasy?"

"What's going on?"

Schindler murmured, with a hint of trembling and uneasiness in his eyes, but unfortunately he couldn't figure it out.

…………

After spending half a month, Grant finally transformed the remaining magic stones into a batch of silver talisman patterns, and the scrolls were fully replenished from the rings of those silver-robed wizards.

He walked out of the stone room and noticed that Brillant had been waiting for him.

"Grant, let's go out and kill them now." There was a hint of excitement in Brillante's words. After all, this was the first time he challenged the Nuo family from the front. In the past, he had been passive and only took the initiative to fight back. It was nothing like this time.

Behind him, Momolan Kelly and Lot were also a little excited, but at this moment they knew they had to be cautious. They must not cause problems in small places.

Grant nodded and said: "Yeah. Now go kill them. Let me first talk about the number and strength of the mages stationed there. First of all, the White Blood family has about ten stations outside. The station we want to attack has the lowest overall strength. Especially Senai.

, Luo Fei, Olin

The death of three station chiefs and eight demon guards means that they are now the weakest station. There are still a total of twenty-two mages left at level 4 or above. Olin's memory said that seven mages were required to perform a three-year mission.

Mission, there are still two years before I can come back."

"In this case, we only have fifteen fourth-level mages to clean up. We all need to cooperate in groups and try our best to select weak mages to prevent the other party from using spell engraving devices to consume us. If we add magic pets here, there are only ten

Bit."

"Understood. After careful calculation, we still have the advantage. There is no need to be particularly afraid."

"Well, that's what I say, but the most important thing is to be careful."

"Everything is as you say."

Brillante and Momolan nodded, their eyes thinking for a while, and they were full of confidence. If it were just those guys, this battle would still be possible, as long as they start faster.

"Then we are ready to take action now." Grant nodded and floated towards the sky. Suddenly, it turned into a dark red beam of light and cut through the air, heading towards the Kuranluo station.

Phew! Phew! Phew!

Behind him, a famous mage rushed over, with a hint of chill in his eyes.

…………

In a certain area, a clear river appeared on the ground, but beyond that, there was a desert area.

call out!

A dark red beam of light stopped, and when it fell into the air, it revealed a black robe and waist-length linen hair.

His eyes were fixed on the north, and he jumped slightly before extending his hand and saying, "I'll tell you something later."

The four figures behind them fell to the water together. The black boots stepped on the water as if it were the ground, and there was no ripple at all.

The leader, Brillante, came out and asked: "What's wrong?"

Grant said: "We will be at Culloland's station later. There will be a detection invisible talisman array within eight thousand meters. It mainly prevents people from getting in with the help of real and fake dust. So usually when they encounter it, they will take the lead. We will do it later.

Wear silver robes and pretend to be from other territories."

"However, we are blessed with a layer of tracking marks, which can be sensed by any mage from the White Blood family within our body."

Brillante frowned and tried to think of some way to dissuade him.

Grant retorted: "This induction is at a certain distance, and they will attack immediately only when they find it. First, the two mages in the detection tower, and the rest will go forward and kill the weaker mages in the east first. In short, first.

Listen to me."

"That's it, I don't have any objection anyway!" Brillante slowly unwrapped his frown and shrugged his shoulders.

Grant turned his head and stared at the mages behind him. He asked, "What about you?"

"Neither did we!"

"no comment!"

Momolan, Kelly, and Lot shook their heads, took out a silver robe from the reserve ring, and put it on their bodies. Their appearance changed slightly, and it was a little different from before.

"Then let's go!"

Grant took the lead and flew over.

On the detection tower, the two silver-robed mages were still sitting in the detection tower chatting. They seemed unaware of the coming crisis. Even if they felt that not running away would be a dead end.

They chatted for a while, then noticed several silver-robed mages approaching, walked up slowly, and stood by the tower.

Wave your hands in front and ask: "Who are you?"

Grant looked through Olin's memory and got the names of more than a dozen resident commanders, and said, "We are Lord O'Lelan's men!"

As he spoke, he soared forward.

The silver-robed mage pondered for a while, then thought of the dark-skinned, bald-headed burly mage, and suddenly realized: "It turns out he is a subordinate of the resident chief. What are you doing here? Mr. Olin and Mr. Luo Fei are not here."

Halfway through, I thought something was wrong.

The resident director is obviously not here. Why are you here? Why not ask directly using the communication glyph.

He faintly sensed something was wrong. When he raised his head, the power of his bloodline sensed those mages a thousand years away. There were marks on their bodies that had killed members of their family.

"No! You are..." One of the old mage's expression changed and he said a little ugly.

"They are..." The remaining mage also knew that the identities of the people in front of him were disguised. He was just about to shoot into the air and raise the alarm.

Grant and Brillant. Momo Lan unleashed dozens of single-target attack spells.

A sharp sword, a bolt of lightning, and a bone spur left an arc in the air and pierced the chest of the silver-robed mage.

He opened his eyes wide and raised his hands tremblingly to explain, but unfortunately he lay down directly.

The mage on the other side paid attention. Just as he was about to move, several spell attacks hit him, destroying the entire heart and sea of ​​meditation.

In order to be most concealed, Grant asked everyone to use the worst and simplest single-target attack spell.

When Brillant and Momolan saw the dead people, they turned around and nodded: "They are dead now, but they didn't call the police. They also knew that something happened here."

"Go to the right and attack!" Grant pointed with his right hand, pointing there.

Phew! Phew! Phew!

They ran forward without stopping.

Within the residence.

In the quiet streets and small buildings, the crowds became more and more sparse. Since ten mages died and seven mages left, the entire station was usually much deserted. At this time, all the mages were studying in the research room. Because of the prestige of the White Blood family

It is very strong, especially with the ability to track marks, which makes many mages not want to fight against the White Blood Family.

The mages stationed here are happy and at ease, and don't have much sense of crisis.

Hiss~~

A wave of ripples occurred in mid-air, spreading around.

Many mages raised their heads with doubts and murmured:

"What's going on? Is this an elemental fluctuation? When will the use of spells be allowed in the station?"

"Something feels wrong. The station clearly prohibits the release of spells. It must be the attacker."

"No sound? It feels a bit weird, go out and have a look!"

Sensing something amiss, many mages quickened their pace and walked out along the exits of their houses to see what was causing the elemental fluctuations.

On Grant's side, the speed was much faster. In about two seconds, he arrived directly at a small wooden attic, which was surrounded by a wooden fence to form a smaller yard.

In the hall of the attic, three mages were sitting. They were raising a staff that was as high as a person's head, talking about something, and their faces were red and their necks were thick.

"No, that's not the case at all."

"You've never done it, how do you know?"

"Ah, bah!"

They were arguing fiercely, and suddenly realized there was a slight elemental fluctuation, and they all turned their heads and looked outside.

Bang! Bang!

The arc-shaped window in the hall burst open, and several figures came in. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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