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That night, Grand Duke Blue Stone's army sent out several combined regiments to approach the Wind Shaping Legion station at the foot of White Peak Mountain to harass them as usual.

However, this time there is one more secret move.

Three teams of elite cavalry took advantage of the darkness and the cover of the feint attack corps to launch a surprise attack on the enemy camp from three directions at the same time.

This time it was not a harassment attack, but a direct charge against the station.

Among the three lines of cavalry, the leading ones are all knights of level seven or above. They are like sharp arrows, using the momentum of charge to break through the outer defense of the enemy's garrison.

As if they were not prepared to look back, they killed everyone and beheaded enemies on sight, causing huge chaos.

The Wind Shaping Legion thought that the rebels tonight would be the same as the previous few days. They were just harassing them and preparing to separate their troops to eat the harassing troops. As a result, they suffered a big loss and caused chaos in the military camp.

However, the Wind Shaping Legion is after all the last dignity of the royal family. It is not unreasonable that it can intimidate neighboring countries for hundreds of years.

Soon, a group of swordsmen wearing blue cloth armor, holding special hollow swords, and carrying two long swords on their backs, one on the left and one on the right, rushed to the scene to encircle and suppress the cavalry who broke into the military camp.

I saw them suddenly swinging the swords in their hands and slashing in the air. The hollow swords sliced ​​through the air, making a strange whistling sound.

The air was wrapped in inexplicable power, and formed an invisible blade of airflow along with the sword blade, cutting straight across a distance of tens of meters, sharp and swift.

People who don't know will be shocked by this: a group of swordsmen, like seventh-level knights, actually performed long-distance flying slashes!

In fact, the power of these translucent airflow slashes is comparable to that of fighting spirit slashes.

In the face of such an air flow attack, only the seventh-level knights who used fighting spirit armor to protect their whole bodies could stay safe. The rest of the light cavalry and even the fifth-level swordsmen were directly killed by the sword.

Because after the airflow blade hits the target, in addition to the initial impact, the sharp airflow will explode and penetrate through any gaps in the armor, drilling, stabbing, and cutting.

So even if you use the blade in your hand to forcibly disperse the airflow blade, the target will still end up very miserable.

Apart from airtight body defense, there seems to be no way to block the damage of the airflow blade.

It was also because of their appearance that the momentum of the rebels raging in the military camp was curbed.

Someone among the rebels exclaimed: "Strike the Wind Swordsmanship! Damn it, it's the Wind Shaping Swordsman!"

"Knights, don't be stingy with your fighting spirit and keep your fighting spirit armor! Others should avoid it and don't confront them head-on!"

After all, they were opponents who had been facing each other for a long time. The leader of the rebel cavalry issued warnings repeatedly. His subordinates also knew the power of the Wind Shaper Swordsman and did not dare to neglect. They rushed to places with many obstacles.

"Run? Can you run?"

When the leader of the Wind Shaping Swordsmen saw the rebels fleeing in all directions, he immediately let out a cold snort, reached out and grabbed a long sword behind his back, and threw it directly.

The long sword whirled and flew out, accurately shooting a rebel cavalryman through the horse. Then he stretched out his hand and saw that the long sword flew back quickly as if it was hooked by a rope, and immediately flew away. back into his hands.

The leader held a hollow sword in one hand and a long sword in the other. His body was like the wind, and he chased the other rebel cavalry while shouting:

"Chase! Don't let anyone go!"

After receiving the order, the wind-shaping swordsmen quickly dispersed and each pursued the fleeing rebels. Their speed was actually one minute faster than ordinary war horses.

Seeing the Wind Shaper Swordsmen take action, the other soldiers in the barracks finally calmed down, stopped panicking, and began to assist in the search in an orderly manner.

No one knew that a strong man from the Holy Domain had already taken advantage of the chaos to sneak into the military camp.

Alexiel, who was hiding in the dark, saw the appearance of the Wind-Shaping Swordsmen, but in her opinion, there was nothing incomprehensible about this prestigious unit.

It is nothing more than a special unit with long-range attack capabilities that is combined with wind-attributed enchanted weapons and wind-attributed magic swordsmanship. The actual level has only just reached the sixth level.

When the numbers increase, it is indeed a trump card that cannot be ignored for this country, but it is nothing more than that. Compared with the dragon-blooded warriors created by the Holy Lord, it is really inferior.

She quickly ignored him, and her slim body wandered in the dark night like a ghost, looking for the target - at the moment, completing the Holy Lord's mission was the most important thing.

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In the center of the Wind Shaping Corps camp, the surrounding torches and bonfires illuminated the place brightly.

This place is heavily defended. There is a clear post every ten steps, a hidden sentry every five steps, and teams of guards patrolling back and forth. Even a fly may not be able to fly in.

What is protected by layers is a spacious wooden house, simple but exquisite, with all facilities available, which is in sharp contrast to the surrounding military tents.

One look and you can tell that there must be a big shot living inside.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

In the wooden house at this moment, an old man wearing a mage's robe was concentrating on writing a magic scroll in front of the wooden table. It seemed that the noise from the outside world could not disturb his state of mind at all.

It wasn't until a white illuminating light ball suspended by the table suddenly fluctuated that the old man was slightly startled and put down the magic writing pen in his hand.

The old man sighed, picked up the long-handled staff leaning against the table, stood up slowly, and said as if to himself:

"I really didn't expect that a mere Duke of Blue Stone could actually ask a strong man from the Holy Realm who has the ability to control space to take action! It's a pity that all the barriers I set up outside the house were in vain."

In the darkness in the corner of the house, Alexiel slowly walked out of the shadows.

She looked at the calm old man and asked with a somewhat inexplicable expression: "Now that you have found me, why don't you call for help or run away? Do you think you can compete with me at this distance?"

Kolotav, the holy mage who has lived for thousands of years, smiled and shook his head, and said slowly like a sage who has seen through everything: "I just know clearly that when you quietly enter my magic workshop After that, all resistance has lost its meaning. No one in this camp can save me from your hands, including myself."

Alexiel was moved by his answer and even couldn't help but praise:

"There are very few people who can face death so calmly. Mr. Mage, you are one of them."

The old mage said faintly: "I have lived long enough. For an old guy like me, death is just a deep sleep that I have been waiting for for a long time but have never experienced."

As he said that, the old man looked at the beautiful lady in front of him who was about to assassinate him, with an inexplicable light in his eyes:

"What pure and clear eyes. I saw a noble and holy soul in them. I can't imagine how majestic a person like you must be to be loyal to someone like you! I just hope he is a wise king, Can lead this country to new life."

"The only regret is that I failed to protect this country for the late king."

Alexiel narrowed her eyes slightly and asked aloud: "Do you know that I am not from the Grand Duke of Blue Stone?"

The old mage laughed, confident and sure: "How can a person blinded by desire for power and greed be worthy of being a powerful monarch like you? In front of your real master, that guy should be just a person being used. Poor thing, right?"

Alexiel put her hand on the long sword at her waist and slowly drew out the blade. She felt a little emotional in her heart: This wise old man wanted to die!

At the same time, he said in a deep voice:

"Do you know? I didn't have to kill you, as long as you were no longer a threat! After seeing you, I even came up with the idea of ​​letting you serve my lord."

"It's a pity that you said something you shouldn't have said. Since you are determined to die, then I will help you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a clear sword cry sounded in the wooden house.

In an instant, the magic light went out...