Duke of Grief

The magic power is rushing through the earth veins, ‘Wisdom’ has not landed on any of the earth vein nodes, and there are only a few earth vein tributaries in the surrounding area.

The several tributaries have no connection with each other. However, the Arcane Empire uses powerful forces to grab these tributaries, forcibly connect them together, and condense them into an artificially made terrestrial node.

Like a river, the magic power ran in the unreal vein of the earth. A black hole appeared below the floating city, greedily asking for magic power from the earth and the world!

The three element furnaces started to run at full power at the same time. With the violent roar inside the furnace, the magic power was released in large quantities.

But when this energy was released, it was absorbed by a spell. A great arcanist stood in front of a crystal ball with his hands pressed, feeling the magical power overflowing in every corner of the floating city, from the cracks in the floor tiles. The magic wind blew up the hem of his robe, and then he exhaled slowly.

"[Wonderful knowledge]..." A little light leaked under the closed eyelids, and the corner of the Arcanist's mouth pressed down, "What a brave!"

After dozens of minutes of storage and condensation, the magic has reached an amazing amount, and now, it is the best time to cast the spell!

It was also at this time that his ten fingers tightened suddenly and spread out immediately. Then, like playing a string of music, his ten fingers quickly flew in the air.

The magic turned into dozens of strings, revealed by this blond, elegant and handsome young arcanist, both ends extended into the void, and every time the silk string vibrated, the surrounding air would also rumble.

Outside the mage tower, the repeated chanting sounded at the right moment, the eyes closed, and the mage clasped in both hands spread like a rug around the mage tower.

The Arcanist named ‘Jacque’ gleamed with light in his slightly opened eyes, and under his men, the long-standing magic began to surge in one direction.

Like a dam bursting, the flood water was rushing towards the downstream, and the magical power suddenly spewed out, and was injected into the ground under the control of the arcanist.

The air vibrates, the earth vibrates, everything starts to vibrate with the strings in Jacques' hands!

With the help of subtle spells, in the increasingly grand singing, the magic magnified the frequency and intensity of the vibration.

——The earth, shaking!

Cervantes sat on the chair with a contemptuous smile, but the soldiers and officers standing beside him were not so relaxed.

They tensed their nerves and muscles, with a hint of fear, and bowed their heads to stare at their feet.

The ground shook and shook the tall walls. They watched the dust and bricks on the watchtower be shaken off, and a cold rushed straight from the tail vertebrae to the sky. The ``fear'' began to spread in their hearts.

"My Excellency, Grand Duke!" I don't know whether it was because of fear, or because of the vibration of my body, and the voice of the adjutant was still shaking.

He swallowed and looked anxiously at his head boss, trying to gain a little confidence from there, but the Black Dragon just waved his hands indifferently, "Relax! Serra already knew the situation here, during this time It’s not just the Arcane Empire that has been preparing spells. Thera, she, has always been quite radical! Hahahaha!"

Even if he said so, the lieutenant was not able to relax because the shock was increasing!

Earthquake, earthquake!

Using the earth and atmosphere as the medium, a strong wave of magic rushed toward the mourning wind.

The ground is cracking, and the gusty wind is rising. The seemingly ‘natural disaster’ is actually the ‘human disaster’ legendary spell that took the first step to destroy this country.

A panicked scream in the city wall was accompanied by an out-of-place laugh, and Cervantes sat firmly on the chair, his hands on his chest, and he smiled.

This is not because of fear, but because of ‘excitement’!

At this time, he could no longer restrain his inner hyperactivity, Huo Ran stood up.

The chair underneath was brought down by Cervantes. The black dragon's face was filled with a strange smile, and he walked forward to the edge of the battlement. He held the wall with both hands, took a deep breath, and shouted: "You , Is it right?!"

The sound waves swayed the air, and the deafening roar rang through the sky, over a long distance, and passed into Wisdom.

The arrogant laughter that followed naturally came to the ears of the Arcanists. Jacques, who presided over this legendary spell, frowned, and his arms tightened suddenly.

"[Dragon of Iron], Cervantes Doig? The wind of mourning?" He snorted coldly, "The arrogant!"

Jacques is not angry, he is not angry about such a sentence, even if it is understood no matter how, this sentence seems to be provocative, but, he will not be angry with a "stupid" words-forgive the stupid The stupidity is the power of smart people.

Only, he pressed the ‘string’ under his palm hard!

After Cervantes shouted, the vibration became more intense, and the fissures of the earth quickly extended from below the floating city, and the violent wind of the rotation rolled up the floating soil and dust, and was still tearing the earth and the ground hard. Everything!

The already mad Black Dragon stood on the side of the battlement and laughed happily with his hands on his hips, even the sky and sand could not block his pleasure.

Does he want to be buried in this fortress or the principality?

The adjutant's head couldn't help but have such a ridiculous idea, when he found out, he was also shocked, trying to stop this crazy idea, but no matter how he thought, he couldn't stop this idea. Spread in my mind...

Finished, finished, finished, finished, finished...

The earth's shaking became more and more intense, and it was spreading rapidly towards the Principality.

Mountains, rivers, woodlands, cities, all places have different levels of vibration, and this vibration has become more and more severe with the passage of time.

At this moment, the vibration suddenly stopped!

The gusty wind stopped, the earthquake disappeared, and a fault appeared in time. Everything suddenly disappeared into people's perception, as if it had never appeared.

The soldiers standing on the wall crookedly, or the soldiers who had fallen to the ground were stunned. They straightened their helmets and looked around blankly. Some people also patted the bricks under their feet suspiciously. The disappearance of the elephant.

Jacques suddenly looked up, looking northeast.

The magic is still surging, the magic is still pouring into the Principality of the Wind of Sorrow, the spell is still going on!

But, but... why did the spell effect disappear?

The heavens and the earth are clear, and for a moment all are silent, except for the harsh, mad laughter of Cervantes. He laughs in his stomach, and his right hand keeps tapping the mouth in front of him, "Do you only have this degree? ? Is it only this level?"

Jacques only froze for a moment, and soon realized what was happening now, and his eyes turned red.

Magic, was cut off? !

"You tried to hit the country, but have you ever thought about it?" Serena stood on the top of the mage tower, holding the staff, surrounded by the surging magic power, fluctuating like a tide.

Her skin became transparent and vaguely ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ had formulas and runes flowing under it, but upon closer inspection, she discovered that her entire body was constructed of ‘runes’!

"We, too, want to hit the Allure..."

This faint speech melted in the wind, but the servant elder maid of the Principality raised the staff in his hand. The voice passed through the "network" and passed through the dedicated channel of the "Starship Boat" to every one. [Xinghai Zhou] Master's ears.

[Fall the country, start! 】

The wand paused, using the tip of the wand as the origin, and the lines of light laid down from the top of the mage tower. In a flash, all the related lines of the entire city were lit.

"What do you think I have done in the more than ten years of operating the mourning wind principality?"

With the Wind City as the center, the road connecting all the towns and villages in the Duchy of Shriek shines, and a huge, huge, and unpretentious circle shows the whole picture...

A country is a magic circle!

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