The Righteous Player(s)

In the incident of the Zhijing psychic invading the palace, twelve unscarred bodies of the silver rank transcendents were left behind;

The [Curse: A Block of Light Sealed Ice] just made by Kafney for Annan;

[Frost Tower] summoned by Frost Whisperer’s special silver-tier spells;

What Annan can replace with the real name of the old grandmother, [High-level influence in the Frost Domain];

In addition, Annan learned from "On the Eighth Observation of the Sun" not long ago that it belongs to Mr. Yao's real name-Bode.

The ceremony that Annan prepared, "Cold Breath of Winter" is coming to an end. With only one of "snowstorm weather", "hail weather", and "heavy rain weather", he can officially start.

-And it is a ritual that is done with top matching.

He can be sure that even the Frost Whisperer or Hand of Winter, few people can get the almost perfect "winter cold breath" at the Silver Step like himself.

Annan had already invested a full 150 order mana last night...that is the night when Henry VIII died. In the backyard of the Gerant family, he created a thirty-meter-high building with unresolved ice." The Tower of Frost".

—That is the real tower.

It is even automatically divided into three layers.

Annan has sent someone to transport the body to the third floor, the closest location to the sky.

Order mana will be fully restored in the early morning of each day. If Annan wanted it, he worked hard to build a tower close to forty meters high...but that didn't make sense.

After all, Annan just borrowed the temperature.

If it weren't for worry that the body might not be able to be put out, in fact, eight or nine meters high is enough.

Although that might not be a tower...

Because Annan discovered that its area seems to be fixed—or rather, it is determined by other elements.

It is a circle twenty-two yards in diameter.

And this happens to be Annan's Frost Whisperer class level.

In other words, if Annan really only invested forty or fifty mana points... then maybe the one he summoned could not be called the Frost Tower at all.

It is more than twenty meters in diameter and less than ten meters in height.

That thing is a casserole of frost.

It is precisely because of this that Annan realized... Ordinary Frost Whisperers can hardly use this skill normally.

They are not like themselves, with four times the mana.

Either the elves, like themselves, have multiple order mana points; or they can only use rituals to increase and inject energy to use this spell.

In other words, although this is a chanting spell.

But if it is to be used well, it must be used with the benchmark of ritual spells.

And if the degraded version is used, then the summoned Frost Tower, which is not aesthetically pleasing and not too strong, can only be used as a portable fortress to defend against flow arrows and fireballs.

But Annan didn't want to put his tower in the crow's house either.

This is a spell that can be used as a portable base and storage warehouse.

Annan just wanted to see in a safe place what this "Frost Tower" really looks like and what its internal structure is like.

And... how strong an attack it can resist.

The results of the experiment are very good.

The tester is Zhiji.

She simulated an attack equivalent to one blow of a silver-tier destroyer, and the tower of Frost was almost undamaged; and she immediately simulated a slash equivalent to one blow of a golden-tier swordsman—not surprisingly, Frost The tower was still torn apart.

But this sword energy only cut one wall. It could not be cut out from the opposite side, only a scar about three or four centimeters deep was left on the opposite side.

This means that after passing through the Frost Tower, the attack power of the Golden Order can be reduced to the level of the Silver Order.

—Of course, the attack of the golden-level destroying wizard is avoided.

Simply comparing the output, all other supernatural beings cannot be compared with the destruction wizard who specializes in destruction.

Since the swordsmen of the Golden Order can cut the walls of the Frost Tower with a single sword, then the destruction wizard of the Golden Order can come over with a single shot, and perhaps this tower will be inaccessible directly...

"But this funeral was held too fast."

Salvatore whispered to Annan: "Your Majesty just died yesterday, right? Will the funeral be held today?"

Both he and Annan were dressed in formal attire and sat on the benches by the fountain of Silver Jazz.

He wore the special clothes of the son of the dark tower—a long, pure black cloak with a high stand-up collar that looked like Lelouch's clothes.

And Annan also put on his [Silver Jazz's Preference], a white robe of texture and material like veil. Although it doesn't look like a formal dress, anyone who knows the goods must know what it means.

Nothing is more solemn than this.

It happens that these two sets of clothes are one black and one white, and there will be no etiquette problems when attending the funeral.

"Even though it was only yesterday that he died... But the truth is that Henry VIII has been in critical condition for a long time."

This funeral has probably been prepared for a long time.

When Annan said this, he sneered: "As you can see, they are still in a hurry."

It now appears that it is not only Prince Philip.

Even the eldest princess Elizabeth, I am afraid that her father would die sooner.

"what…"

At this moment, Salvatore's heart suddenly moved.

He vaguely felt a little uneasy.

He looked around, then looked to the southwest.

He could see...a raging fire in the sky over there.

The scorching firelight and smoke form a column, straight through the sky.

Salvatore stared deeply at the flame, his brows frowned.

"what's happenin?"

Annan realized something and turned to look at Salvatore.

"There...it seems to be the direction of the black tower."

Salvatore murmured in a low voice: "Did something happen to the black tower?"

"The tower owner is still there. If there is a tower owner, what else can happen?"

Annan replied casually. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

However, at this moment, a clear and extremely clear voice sounded from Annan's side: "There is indeed something wrong with Zedi Black Tower."

Annan turned his head and looked at the man with a long and thin face, curly hair in the middle, and wearing a monocle, with a bright and sunny smile, sitting next to him.

Originally, I could only sit down on the benches of two people, but when three people sat on them, it seemed very crowded. That is to say, Annan was so small that he leaned against Salvatore before he could barely sit down.

"Excuse me...what happened to the black tower?"

Annan asked for Salvatore.

After all, this is a righteous god.

Although Salvatore is the son of the tower, he has not succeeded after all. In the face of Silver Sir, Annan can say a lot, but Salvatore can't.

Previously, seniors took a lot of pictures of themselves.

Now that something happened to Salvatore... then it's time to help yourself.

Sir Silver took a deep look at Annan, and then at Salvatore, who looked a little urgent.

"In fact, Zedi Black Pagoda has already faced the disaster of extinction."

He slowly said, "In addition to you and von Hornheim... and Longjing tea.

"Maybe all the Dark Tower wizards who are studying are already dead."

Salvatore's pupils suddenly tightened.

He ignored the rudeness, and immediately put his hand on Annan’s lap, his upper body leaned forward towards Sir Silver, and most of his body leaned forward: "Please tell me more-what's wrong? Can I help? ?"

"Bernardino, the ‘pure psychic’, is trying to complete [the work of creation] and further perfect his sublime dummy. In this way, he must receive the ‘sacred fire’."

Sir Silver said slowly: "You should know what the holy flame is."

(End of this chapter)