The heavy rain was pouring, like a waterfall falling from the sky, hitting the ground, splashing a light mist, and the surroundings were completely dark, except for the occasional flash of lightning in the sky, which was bright and dazzling, as if it were a ghost without anyone.
Almost no one dares to go out at night like this. The heavy rain has isolated every house from the outside world. It not only gives people the panic of doomsday, but also gives people a strange sense of security without fear of others breaking in. The water curtain is like the curtain of the house.
city wall.
In an ordinary two-story house in the city, a young man wearing a bright red magic robe was looking at the rain curtain in a daze. His eyes were deep and he didn't know what he was thinking. He looked about twenty years old, with blood-red eyes and facial features.
He is handsome and brilliant, like a bursting but shining lightning snake, full of vitality, and the faint bookish breath on his body adds a sense of elegance to him, forming a unique temperament.
"Fernando, have you conveyed those words to Earl Pephos?" The door of the room creaked open, and a young man in "fashionable" clothes walked in. He was wearing a fashionable black turtleneck coat with the collar turned up high.
, reaching directly to the top of the head, the ears are completely covered by shadow.
He has slender cheeks, regular features, and a mustache, and he also has a learned temperament.
"Of course! When have I ever messed up something?" The young man named Fernando turned his head and said in a low voice, almost growling. Then he waved his hand to stop the other party from approaching, "Roland, I told you, don't
Stand too close to me!"
Roland suppressed his smile and did not dare to say anything. He consciously stood a little further away because he was tall and thin, a full head taller than the short Fernando.
"How did Earl Pephos react?" Roland touched his mustache. His expression became serious.
Fernando said angrily: "How can I react? It's the first time we met, and he hasn't even figured out the situation yet! If he dares to agree to something like this, I will suspect it is a trap!"
He spoke with great energy, and his short body seemed to contain infinite power.
"Yes, we have to take our time, but we have to move somewhere tomorrow so that we don't get stared at by those 'black claw dogs'." Roland nodded lightly. The "black claw dogs" are their vigil against the many magicians who have been killed.
The name of the person comes from the black gloves they wear.
Fernando has no objection to this, although he has a bad temper and is serious. In the past, he even dared to contradict his teacher because of a certain mistake in magic knowledge. He did not care about the strict teacher-student relationship inherited from the ancient magic empire, but he was hunted down by the Night Watch for so long.
Even his own teacher was killed by them in cooperation with the Cardinal. How could he have any contempt or arrogance?
"It's best to hide in the crypt outside the city first." Fernando said calmly. Then, his eyes shifted to the table. There was a plain belt there, and suddenly he became angry again. "Roland,
Why should I wear this girdle to meet Lord Pephoth? It's interesting to be a woman?"
Roland lowered his head to prevent himself from laughing. After a while, he raised his head and said "seriously": "You are a young high-level magician, the hope of the empire, and you have killed a cardinal, but you have been blackmailed for a long time."
The Claw Dogs have targeted you and you have become a member of the Purification Sequence. How could Count Pephos not recognize you? If he goes back on his word at that time, there might be a cardinal or an epic knight chasing him, but this is better now.
He can’t figure out who we are, so as long as we show our strength and position, it will be more conducive to cooperation.”
"Just use transformation spells to change your appearance!" Fernando was not deceived at all, his two bright red eyes seemed to be full of storms.
Roland subconsciously took a step back: "But if you change your gender, wouldn't it be harder to be recognized? Moreover, you have a bad temper and a poisonous mouth. As a man, it is easy to anger Earl Pephos. If you change it to a beautiful
For women, communication and negotiation are relatively more important.”
"We don't lack female magicians." Fernando accepted this explanation and muttered.
Roland spread his hands: "But they are not high-level and can be easily caught. Besides, you didn't object when I proposed it, and you didn't even ask for an explanation."
"Okay." Fernando's anger came and went quickly, and he seemed to be less angry about this matter than Roland imagined. "I'm just curious about how it feels to be a woman..."
Roland seemed to be interested as well and asked curiously: "How does it feel to become a lady? Have you ever been targeted by a pervert?"
"Feelings? It's strange. It's a pleasure to see others obsessed with you, but this belt is not perfect yet. The changed situation is false. You can't truly experience the physical feeling of a woman..." Fernando seemed to be going on.
The magic researcher thought, "I have to find a way to refine a perfect..."
After saying that, he looked at Roland and saw that his friend was stunned. It took him a long time to utter one word:
"abnormal!"
"Huh?" Fernando snorted, and the surrounding air pressure suddenly increased.
Roland laughed dryly: "You're kidding, by the way, Fernando, we have to rush to Port Padre the day after tomorrow. There is a magician secretly taking a boat from across the strait. He is a magician!"
"Master?" Fernando said slightly surprised.
"Well, he is a relatively young master. This is a great complement to our strength!" Roland said excitedly, "If Garros hadn't dealt with him on the other side of the strait, we wouldn't have been able to fight him.
If we get in touch, other magic organizations will definitely come to win over us."
This place has been split into three kingdoms, a principality and a city cluster along the Northland coastal corridor. The past magic empire has been broken up, and numerous magic organizations have emerged, including very large organizations with a long history, such as "Palmeira's
"Hut", there are also newly established small organizations, such as the "Magician United Union" where Fernando and the others belong. The common thing is that they can only hide in dark corners and fight for survival.
Fernando nodded slightly and said: "A master who knows the nine-ring magic can really help us truly unite with other organizations."
Their organization is named "Magician United Union", hoping to unite all major magic organizations to jointly fight against the church. However, they are not strong enough and there is no way to convince other organizations.
Roland sighed deeply: "Yes, the legendary masters can hide in their own demiplane, hide and seal the entrance, and escape into the dark mountains, but we can only work hard to survive, a **** master
It’s the most important weight.”
"You can't say that. If the legendary lords hadn't attracted the attention of the cardinals and epic knights, we might have been wiped out long ago." Fernando rarely described those legendary magicians as rats in the gutter.
Roland sighed again: "There are also important cities such as Alto. It is said that most of the strength of the Truth Cult is focused on conquering them. Well, there are many legendary masters gathered there, although not all, but they are
Most of them. It seems that the glory of the empire has not died with the fall of Antiphore, but has re-emerged with cohesion. Alas, if so many legendary lords had not disappeared in the past, the cult of truth would not have developed at all..."
"It's already a fact. Don't regret it. Focus on the present and the future!" Fernando interrupted Roland rudely, "What's the name of the surgeon? How old is he?"
He subconsciously compares himself with himself.
Roland shook his head: "I don't know, but it's not too young anyway. Who can become a master without being hundreds of years old?"
"I will never have one in the future!" Fernando said proudly.
Although he was born after the Holy Calendar, the Dawn War was still in an anxious state at that time, and most of the area on this side of the strait was still under the control of the two magic empires.
Roland held back his smile again: "By the way, his name is Derek Douglas. He was exiled to our side because of the fall of Antiphore."
"Derek Douglas." Fernando repeated, remembering the name as a subject for future comparison, "Why didn't he just fly over?"
"It is said that he was injured and is not conducive to flying. Anyway, there is no inspection on the boat." Roland said not caring much.
Boom!
A huge thunder exploded.
Fernando looked out the window, turned to Roland and said, "It's time to rest. We have to move somewhere tomorrow and then rush to Port Padre."
Roland looked understanding and raised his eyebrows: "I understand, you want Ingrid to come over."
"Get out!" Fernando yelled unceremoniously.
Roland laughed loudly and shouted as he walked out: "Ingrit, Fernando lets you go."
The anger on Fernando's face disappeared, and a touch of helplessness and emotion appeared. He and Ingrid, the female magician, could not say that they had a deep relationship. It was just that in this desperate, depressed, and dark environment, they urgently needed each other.
The comfort of the other person’s body.
Suddenly, his expression changed, and a mirror with countless mysterious symbols appeared directly in front of his body.
A holy light that seemed to fall from the sky with a vast aura hit the mirror, completely shattering it. However, the holy light was bounced back, piercing the rain curtain and darkness outside, and submerged several figures.
"Enemy attack!" Fernando shouted loudly, pointing his hand, and a figure jumping out of the shadows immediately became glittering and translucent, stiffened in the air, and then fell to the ground, making a crisp sound and cracking like glass.
Countless fragments.
"No..." A female scream suddenly stopped. Fernando's brows jumped. Is it Ingrid?
He pulled away and entered the corridor, where he saw a figure wearing black gloves stepping over a body.
This corpse was so familiar to him, but it had no life at all at this moment!
"Damn it!" Fernando's eyes were bloodshot, and there were crackling sounds all around, and then silver lightning like giant snakes surrounded the night watchman, as if a forest of thunder and lightning had descended on the world.
Boom!
The electric light attracted the lightning outside, and thick electric snakes fell from the sky and directly penetrated the roof.
The surrounding area turned into a sea of thunder and lightning, isolating the enemy. Fernando did not waste any time. He was used to seeing death. He restrained his anger and covered other magicians to evacuate through the secret passage.
Then, he cast a spell to set Ingrid's body on fire as a funeral for her. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!