My summons are weird

The cold winter wind blew the silent black robe with silver threads. Standing on the highest mountain of the Three Frost and Snow Islands, looking at the vast sea, she said nothing.

Swinging its slender fish tail, Feiwei, the actual ruler of all the sea monsters in the Three Frost and Snow Islands, was protected by his personal guards and was placed in a circle of water bubbles.

The Lord of the Frost and Snow Siren, who has a pretty girlish appearance, has actually reached the end of his life, but due to the special body of the Siren, he can still maintain his youthful and beautiful appearance.

Staring at Fei Wei, Xiu Mo remembered an anecdote provided by Dawn Leader.

When Oroun's suppressor magician is exposed to a magical environment and ages rapidly, his first thought will be to use the few powers to curb the aging of his face, regardless of whether he is a man or a woman.

The appearance is easy to modify, and Feiwei's scales no longer shine, and the gradually dimming scales ruthlessly expose everything she embellishes with exquisiteness.

Feiwei noticed the silent gaze, but she was calm and laughed at herself: "Even if life is long and long like a giant dragon, at the moment when it is about to decline, it will still have endless nostalgia and hate the self that is walking toward death step by step... Life is still so entangled and struggling, and so is the dynasty."

"It's far from the stage of struggle. At best... it's just that the wind is strong, the waves are strong, and it's bumpy. Passengers who don't know how to swim mistakenly thought that the boat was about to capsize, so they shouted and wanted to throw themselves into the vast sea and win. A glimmer of hope, in the eyes of outsiders... is inevitably a bit ridiculous."

Silently took off the mask he had been wearing for many years, and took off the gauze hat that hung down to his chest like a curtain, revealing a slightly curved long horn that faded from red to black, and long, flowing flame-colored hair.

As she was approaching the end of her life, Fei Wei thought that nothing would happen that would make her show naked shock, but when she saw this scene, she still couldn't hide her surprise and opened her mouth slightly.

It was shimmering, the dragon horn.

The Dragonborn and Sligo have a blood feud.

Who would have thought that in Sligo, which has a long dragon-slaying culture and has been the venue for hundreds of years of dragon-slaying celebrations, the leader of the Silent Ones would actually be a half-dragon.

Suddenly, Feiwei laughed, and the laughter aroused the curiosity of the Kraken guards not far away.

"It's so ironic, really so ironic... The descendant of dragon blood is actually the head of the empire's will in Sligo. How can you calmly watch the blood of your companions splattering on the ground, and maintain the rule of this decadent empire with peace of mind?"

"Want to know?"

"I am dying of curiosity."

"Laurent, he told me that one day, Sligo will make a change." Silence said calmly, "If he can't, he will let his children try. If his children can't... his children's children will Try, Sligo, and there will eventually be a king who can cut off the chains of hatred and end the curse of dragon blood."

Laurent, this somewhat distant name made Feiwei feel dazed for a while, and her memory was tumbling. She finally remembered that this was the Emperor of Sligo nearly a hundred years ago, and he was also... Noel's grandfather.

The corners of Silent Mouth raised, thinking of Noel's instructions, she changed "Now I've waited for that person" to...

"Now, the dragon blood clan can cut off this curse with their own hands."

Feiwei was stunned: "Sligo is indeed a country controlled by the Quiet Ones...but what can you do? It is impossible for you to persuade us to give up Oroun."

"All you want is to survive. Since you want to survive, don't take sides too quickly. The monsters in the sea are chasing you. If the final winner of this war is Mera... Frost and Snow Island, you can still stand. Is it stable?"

"Are you threatening me?"

"It's not a threat, it's a message. Frost and Snow are the common territory of our Sligo and Codezon."

"How does Sligo want to drive us back to the sea? Let the alien race pave the way for you humans to die, and then he can reap the rewards in his own time at the rear?"

"Feiwei, you are too old. Your knowledge of Sligo and even the major kingdoms of Mera smells rotten and smelly... Don't worry, you will see it. I hope you won't I will make the wrong choice again.”

After saying these words that left Feiwei scratching his head, he turned around and left in a quiet and elegant manner.

Feiwei thought hard for four days, unable to understand what Silence wanted to convey, until the storm in the sea northwest of Sligo shook, and a thick magic light pillar tore through the clouds and shone on the sea.

As the legion commander of Oroen said, the transmission channel is here.

As long as the passage is stable, Oroun's army will continue to pour out of it, and Sligo, which is close at hand, will also be in danger.

Wendy's promise is very tempting. Complete control of the three frost and snow islands can save the sea monsters living here from the attacks of the sea monster hunters.

As long as you survive the magic wave, everything will be fine.

The moment she saw the teleportation channel, she had almost forgotten what she said that day, and thought it was just a trick.

Decaying Sligo, fatuous and lustful Noel, as well as the Quiet One and the Magician of Sligo who are no longer what they used to be. This empire is like a shabby house. With a few kicks, it will look like Codzon. Generally fell down.

Codezon has already surrendered. How long can Sligo maintain the grace and arrogance of the four great nations?

Feiwei didn't hesitate much and chose to cooperate with Oron.

How to fight Sligo and the life-threatening magician?

How can Mela, which has been in chaos until now, confront a continent that has already been highly unified and integrated with resources?

Everything was exactly the same as what happened outside the sea area of ​​​​the Dawn Territory. The magic cloud had not dissipated. The rich magic power enveloped the sea area, covering everything in a layer of gorgeous and blurred light and shadow.

The difference is that dozens of battleships appeared on the sea where the magic power stirred up turbulent waves. They seemed unable to see the misty mist not far away, and could not understand that the surging mist was enough to drown an eighth-level magician. Just accelerate like this...accelerate again!

The siren's eyes widened when they saw this scene, and they rushed recklessly into the magic ignited by the teleportation circle. This was a naked act of committing suicide.

But they suddenly wondered, what kind of ship could approach such a powerful magical fog?

The fluttering flag of Sligo has been burned to ashes by the magic mist, but dozens of warships transformed from ocean-going cargo ships have remained unaffected. Stubbornly, like bulls, they continue to push into the newly formed transmission channel and throw it away. Out of the huge magic dust.

"Forbidden magic dust, apply it!"

All crew members alternately smeared ground magic-forbidden dust on the exposed parts of their bodies, and a small number of people wore luxurious armor forged from a large number of magic-forbidden crystals and stone chips.

After rushing through the fog, the ship had begun to fall apart, with conspicuous cracks spreading from the deck to the hull, and the waterline was in danger.

But it doesn't matter, all the people of Sligo have seen the desert island in the distance that was chosen by the Oroans as their base.

Walking out of the ship that was still protected by some forbidden magic materials, Nagel, who was wearing the Silent One's iconic silver-trimmed black robe, looked back in the direction of his hometown. The magic dust stirred up, blocking his sight.

He opened his hood, pulled off the robe that represented the identity of the Quiet One, and took out the scroll that Noel had entrusted to him before leaving.

In the scroll, Noel's voice floated around along with the magic dust, resounding throughout the sea.

"Five hundred years ago, the impregnated spirit invaded and swept across Meira."

"As the pinnacle of Mela, the dragon stands in front of all the tribes of Mera with its flesh and blood body. The disasters are stopped because of their bravery."

The ship collapsed, and the magicians and warriors floated together. The magic power burned with the power released by the forbidden magic dust, and the scorching heat spread on everyone's body.

Like thousands of ants gnawing at the body.

No one stopped, still looking ahead.

"A hundred years later... the various races were at odds, and because of fear, they conspired to slay the dragon in Antosol... From then on, Sligo held a large-scale dragon-slaying celebration."

On the desert island, the Oroen Herald, who recovered from the teleportation stun, watched in shock as the Sligo people with burned, brittle, and even rotten skin rushed straight here.

Many people fell headlong into the boiling and smoking sea water before reaching the desert island, and fell into eternal sleep.

More importantly, they support each other, side by side, and continue to move forward.

"Now, the human race is the overlord of Mera, and disaster has struck again. We have two choices..."

"One, remember the lesson of the dragon and never become the bravest person."

"Two... From this moment on, things start to change."

“If everything has to start somewhere, it starts in Sligo!”

"We will shed the blood that the dragon shed."

"Antosol's blood debt...today, Sligo will repay it!"

"This time, the human race takes the lead!"

"This time, Sligo takes the lead!"

The first batch of Sligo people to land on the desert island fell to the ground back to back. The powerful power of the forbidden demon overdrawn one after another, and countless people fell into the sea water in order to transport them.

Now, the slate is passed like a baton to the next person.

Holding the heavy magic-suppressing slate, they held it high and crashed straight into the magic-suppressing masters who released magic, using their bodies and flesh to buy time for their following companions to set foot on the ground.

The demon-suppressing power released by Oroun caused an explosion effect, shocking the Sligo people at the front to the point where they vomited blood.

Although the stone slab defused the opponent's offensive to contain the magic power, the remaining power slapped heavily on their flesh and blood bodies.

The injuries that were enough to kill did not knock down the Sligo people. They vomited blood, roared, raised the slate, and charged!

"Oroen's life is short, and their elders are not afraid of death in order to survive..."

Noel gave his final cry: "Tell them, are you afraid of death?"

"Don't be afraid!"

The white-haired Sligo demon warriors and magicians, as well as warriors who were becoming increasingly scarce in this era, stepped over the corpses of their companions and landed on the desert island.

Najir the Silent looked back for the last time, and he still could not see the country he had devoted his life to.

Looking at the other white-haired Quiet companions beside him, Nagel suddenly remembered the first time he saw Noel...this guy was teasing the maid.

This guy really doesn't have any common memories that make people serious.

but……

"Your Majesty... Sligo is entrusted to you."

"Lords of Sligo, behind us is the land that raised us."

"In this battle, we can only move forward and never retreat!"

The warrior picked up the magic-forbidden stone slab as a weapon and waved it vigorously.

Their bodies have been eroded by magic, their skin has turned outwards, and their crystal particles have protruded, but no one has felt any pain.

With every swing, an Oroen fell in a pool of blood. With red eyes, they smashed it into pieces of flesh with stone slabs.

How refreshing!

Since magic infiltrated the world, how long has it been since a pure warrior has enjoyed this kind of heroism and contentment?

How long...

A piece of forbidden magic stone flew towards the warrior. It was an old magician, a high-ranking magic tower magician.

There is no discrimination or fear, there is only praise in the eyes.

Looking at each other and smiling, the two faced countless enemies together.

"For Sligo!"

After shouting loudly, the scroll burned, and the fire and deafening sound bloomed in the Oruan camp.

Those who fell down and could not stand tried their best to drag the legs of the Oroen people. The crippled ones rushed forward and chewed on the hard armor with their teeth. Even if their own teeth were broken, they felt no pain.

The beach was so bloody that Oroun and the Sligo people had lost their formation, and the magic was no longer aimed at, but was released casually.

Even before landing, the Sligo people said with a smile... Even if they fall under the magic of their own people, they will have no regrets.

Najir and a group of Quiet Ones were wearing the most sophisticated nested armors made by the escaped craftsmen of Codezon. The fragments of Forbidden Crystal and Forbidden Stone allowed them to still stand well until now.

White hair, white beard, all the way forward.

Blow after blow, representing the pinnacle of Sligo's magic and the crystallization of Mera's knowledge, tore apart Oroun's magic-suppressing teachers and students, and they and the followers behind them continued to advance.

Even if one person fell down one after another, their eyes would only see the beam of teleportation light injected into the edge of the desert island.

The Oroen people swarm like crazy towards this group of people who are like awls inserted into the hinterland. However... at every critical moment, there will be a Silent One who will take what he has learned in his life, burn everything, and bring the Oroen people who attack like locusts. Such benefactors turned into smoke and dust together.

Nagel bid farewell to one companion after another, and fewer and fewer Sligo people followed him.

"Your Majesty, I have opposed you...and tried to overthrow you. Do you still believe me?"

"Even though I think you are an obstacle to my coming to power... I still cannot help but respect you. You don't believe that I will bring a new future to Sligo... but you spend every silent day and night guarding Sligo. , are all my indelible achievements."

Najir suddenly smiled with relief.

His armor has been penetrated by unknown magic, severe pain has spread throughout his body, and his physical strength is draining away rapidly, but... they are here.

The pillars of light soaring into the sky, the surging magic power, the shining figures... and several of Eruo's benefactors who had not covered their face with their face armor and were showing signs of panic at this moment.

Everything is in their eyes.

"In every occasion where you are willing to stand up for Sligo, you remain the Silent Ones who silence the enemy...the Imperial Will of Sligo."

"Your Majesty...this time, there is no way to achieve 'silence'."

The light flooded everything on the desert island, bringing everyone in Oroen and Sligo into its fiery embrace.

Seconds later, a deafening explosion echoed off the coast of Sligo. (End of chapter)