87_87643Snow is still falling in the deep stream city.

Looking out through the magic windows of the crystal tower, the glorious city of the morning has a solemn and holy smell under the snow-covered cover—the barracks and palace buildings on the mountain peaks, the houses and minarets that spread out into the distance, and the ...... What should have been a sea of waves is now covered with a layer of gray-white ice.

"According to the Navy and the Chamber of Commerce Alliance, at least dozens of sailing ships have been damaged in this unprecedented marine ice disaster in the deep-current harbor alone. Leila stood beside Morriel with a steaming cup of milk tea: "When the sea freezes, it expands, and it forms ice cores and sinks, and then freezes into larger blocks of ice before resurfacing...... When the sea ice freezes the entire sea, there is nothing to resist the impact and pressure that is formed, not even throwing fireballs at it. ”

"Thank you for your morning tea, ma'am. Morriel hadn't waited here for nearly half a night to hear Lyra tell her about the sea ice disaster: "But...... Since Archmage Daerjo informed me last night that I wanted to meet with me, can I know when he will come to see me?"

Layla smiled apologetically. The smile was sincere from the heart, with equal kindness - Moriel really didn't believe that she was the sister of the "Storm Queen" who made all the red-robed mages hate and fear.

"I apologize to you on his behalf, Miss Morriel. Leila said, and from her tone, she seemed to be doing this kind of tidying up for Dale: "He should still be in the Lord's Council by now...... You also know that the more important things are. The more urgent the situation, the less efficient the bureaucracy becomes. ”

Morrill didn't say anything more, and continued to look out the window.

A group of soldiers passed through the street below, their flags and helmets visible only through the snow-covered roofs - this was the fourth group of troops this morning.

Thankfully, Dale didn't keep Morriel waiting for the whole day. The archmage was now sitting in front of her, his hands crossed, his expression solemn.

“...... So, hope you can help us. ”

The red-robed female mage didn't answer immediately.

She thought for a moment, then politely said, "I was surprised. Thank you for your love, but if you say ...... Neither the power nor the power of Lady Xinbu can fully unravel the secrets behind this extraordinary winter. So what role can I play?"

"You've been too modest, Miss Morriel. As the most powerful earth mage in the Northlands, Dale Ruo has no intention of overpowering people with his strength at all, and he is also very patient in the face of Moriel's prevarication: "You can follow the trail of the Mist Lady from the south to Deepstreamer City, and let her appear, it is enough to prove your strength." The purpose of the Misty Lady, the anomalous movements of the Northland Glacier Monster, is unusually cold winter...... I believe. There must be a connection between these things, and by pooling the strength of all of us, we can definitely find out about it. ”

"And now you're the only mage in Deep Stream City who is well versed in prophecy spells, and you're still a red-robed mage. Hinbu nestled up on the couch, staring sleepily at the rising heat from the teacup in front of him, looking completely absent-minded: "Don't tell me you don't know how to perform the Tour de France, girl!"

A few hours later.

"Do you really decide to do this?" Morriel looked at the magic tattoo he had tattooed on Dale's face, "This kind of informal ring ritual will cause permanent wear and tear on participants who are not red-robed mages...... And there's no guarantee that it will work out as intended. Besides, aren't you worried about what I'm going to do during the ritual?"

"Don't rub it off. Now there is no way. Xinbu touched his cheek, "But this thing had better be as temporary as you promised...... Let's get started, I already feel itchy skin. ”

Dale glanced at Lyra, who was also tattooed. The intricately twisted lines of magic that covered half of her cheeks added a touch of bewitching beauty to the graceful and elegant lady: "We will cooperate with you to the fullest, Miss Morryl." If this cold winter does bring terrible disasters...... Then I think. It doesn't care about differences between mages or between people, but it will come to every living being equally!"

"Well, don't worry, I'll stay outside!" Chloe, who had cut her hair short, slapped her hands on the side: "Don't let anyone in!"

In the large yàn room on the top floor of the Crystal Tower, Morriel stands in the center.

She closed her eyes and opened her heart.

Three pulsating souls appear around the female mage. Shrouded in a circle of silver flames. Crackling and burning like a flame itself was Hinbu, in which countless energy vortices collided, fused, and split, it was like a magical hurricane bound in its power, and the power of Archmage Dauro was even more difficult to see. Heavy, tough, steady, immovable like a mountain to look up to, even the weaker Leila made Morriel feel as graceful and calm as a lake.

The red-robed mage's unique tattoo power is embedded in their bodies, not only allowing Moriel to sense the role of the three people, but also forming an energy channel through the resonance of the magic tattoo, with the help of their open spirit to themselves as a backing, to carry out deeper operations on the magic net, and extract their power to increase their caster energy level, reaching a point far beyond their true level......

Absorbing like a vampire, using the abilities of others to augment oneself - this is the ring of the red-robed mage.

But now, Morriel is just cautiously connecting the spirits of the four people, and letting Daerruo and the others act as her backing, so as not to be lost forever due to the depletion of power when she goes too deep into the unknown Chaos Realm.

As for taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to strike hard at the red-robed mage's enemy, Morriel just said it casually as a joke. Not to mention that she, a former red-robed mage, would never do this even if a real red-robed person was in her situation-who knows if Xinbu had any countermeasures?

Morrill uttered the incantation. The syllables reverberated more and more, as if they were gathered together by the real yàn chamber of the crystal wall and would not dissipate. They are mixed with each other to form new statements. Vibrating the air, it also stirs the ubiquitous magic web.

Unspeakable shocks spread one after the other, along unseen trajectories, feeding back the throbbing magic. The female mage receives them and weaves them into her body, changing the realm of spirit and reality

Her psychic projection detached from her body standing in the center of the circle and flew through the roof of the crystal tower, as if it were only through a thin layer of mist. The female mage kept floating upwards, and she could see the entire Deep Flow City shrouded in snow. Then he wandered above the frozen clouds. Eventually, even the sunlight was gone, leaving only cold, dim, and distant glimmers of stars that flowed slowly like silver threads.

Morrill hesitated, then flew north—perhaps to discover the whereabouts of that idiot, though many times I really wanted him to stay frozen under the solid ice of the broken glacier for the rest of his life!

She flew over the vast mountains and could only see their dim shadows. In the field of vision, there was a blur of up, down, left and right, as if trapped in a large block of solid ice. Morrill knew he couldn't see everything. This is true even with the help of others - in fact, just by spreading one's spiritual power over such a vast and vast place, one will be lost forever by the slightest carelessness, and will never be able to gather again.

Some vague omen was seized by Morrill in the chaos. She had increased the power of the spell again, but she still couldn't tell if there were any forty-seven clues.

It's not enough. The mage flew farther away once more—through time and space.

Something was waiting for her ahead, dazed and misty. Morriel pursued it into a deeper, colder world, trying to get closer to it until it reached a path that seemed to have no end in sight. It's not clear how long it was. The fog in front of her vanished, and she saw the exit of the corridor, where there was a glimmer of light without any temperature.

She also saw ......

It's a completely instinctive reaction. Morriel fled in frenzy. If it weren't for the power of Delro, Simbu, and Lyra, Morriel would probably never have returned.

The moment the soul and body became one, Morriel felt an incomparably cold, cold that gave her the illusion of "so hot". With the last bit of force, she disconnected the loop while realizing she was screaming.

And in the eyes of others who have just finished the ceremony. Then he saw that the flame-like frost burst out from the red-robed female mage's body violently, and in an instant, it froze and cracked a solid in the real yàn room—a surging silver fire ignited on Xinbu's body, surging towards Moriel.

Dale, on the other hand, just made a few quick gestures. There was a crackling sound in the space, a reaction when the cold energy that could freeze the air was neutralized by the spell.

Lyra stepped forward and held Morrill as he fell softly. Silver-white flames surrounded her, radiating warmth instead of heat, dissipating the cold current in her body from the inside out.

With a few crackling sounds, cracks appeared on the floor, four walls, and dome of the room. With a variety of additional protections, the crystal tower, which was strong enough to withstand the catapult bombardment, was damaged to such an extent under the influence of this fierce frost and cold air!

It was a long time before Morriel could barely move his stiff fingers, trying to dissipate the cold in his body that was enough to tear his soul apart. The steaming milk tea became cold almost as soon as it was served, and finally had to be placed on the stove with charcoal inside.

"I want to ...... I think you should see that too. The red-robed female mage had her eyes half-closed, and she didn't even have the strength to pull her hand out of Chloe's hand.

Archmage Daerruo had a calm face, and he didn't even bother to wipe off the magic tattoo before he spoke.

"Miss Morriel. If the footage you share with us is real...... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Can you determine where it is?"

The female mage shook her head: "That's all I saw. I couldn't pinpoint the exact location of the thing, I just kept going north and finally saw ......."

"In any case, it cannot and should never exist in this world. Xinbu's eyes burned like fire: "I thought it was just a legend...... Now it seems that the big question is...... It seems to be a little unwilling to be lonely. ”

After removing the tattoo, Leila walked in and knew that there was no good news for her.

"Captain Tiger has a message...... The Icewind Fortress is under storm. She put her hand on Daerruo's shoulder: "The situation is very serious. There's a good chance they and the dwarves won't last long. ”

Inside the hall of the Temple of Splendour.

The dome is ridiculously high, and there is a huge mural depicting the Bright Priest under the command of the Lord of Glory, Amunla, defeating and killing various monsters. Generations of skilled craftsmen have meticulously created this magnificent scene with paintbrushes, paints, various colored gems and magic crystals, and when you look up, the entire mural dome does not feel the slightest bit of worn, but always shimmers like the sun - the good lighting and the refraction effect that seems to be attached to the magic make it almost impossible to find a shadow in the whole hall, and the people in it are simply bathed in a piece of light.

The square in front of the temple and the side hall were filled with the citizens of Deep River City and exotic adventurers, many of whom were not usually very cold to the sun god Amunla, and now they all remembered to worship this glorious lord who could bring warmth and hope to people.

"Just a few days. How can the situation in the Northland be so severe?" Standing in front of the majestic statue of the god standing in the center of the main hall, the face of the Lord of Glory was a little hazy in the light that fell from the roof of the temple, but as long as he looked up and looked at the statue, anyone could feel a faint coercion like the sky.

Kamui is like the sun, sheltering all things, and it can also burn all things.

"Yes. According to the reports of the Frontline Knights, the monsters living on the Shattered Glacier are simply insane...... "The Holy Sasin Kasim, who presides over the Temple of Splendor and the daily work of the Knights of the Morning Light, has an unusual respect for Jane, as if he thinks that this blind paladin who is like an ice cube is the mortal representative of the Lord of Splendour: "The Alliance of Lords has openly recruited warriors and adventurers from the guild. I'm going to support Icewind Fortress. ”

"Hmm. The more times like this, the more chaos can not occur in Deep Stream City. Jane mused, "We need to help those who are struggling to survive the cold winter and snowstorm as much as possible to avoid riots...... whether they believe in Our Lord or not. I'll leave that to you, Mr. Kassim. ”

"You don't have to worry about that, Jane. Cassin nodded: "The Chamber of Commerce Alliance has mobilized reserves from all over the world as much as possible to support Deep Stream City and the North, I'm the same."

With the joint efforts of all of us, we can get through this difficult time!"

Jane didn't speak. She looked up at the idol in front of her. The silver eyes were unfocused.

A paladin hurried into the main hall, not even bothering to cast a respectful glance at the idol.

"Archmage Daerruo urgently summoned all the elite forces in the city. He asked us to rush to the crystal tower immediately!"

The look of surprise on the faces of the others had not yet disappeared, and Jane had already walked out of the hall.

"Please go and inform Miria and Fiona. ”

There are two floors in the crystal tower dedicated to the members of the Red Robe Mage Society.

"What's the matter with us?" said Kani, pouting and sitting on the couch. The boss was not happy: "We red-robed mages are not mercenaries from Deep Streams! We still have to requisition the inventory of the stronghold? Whoever wants to defend the Ice Wind Fortress will let whoever goes, it's a big deal that we withdraw to Sail City......"

"Stop complaining. Morriel waved his hand, his face still a little pale: "In this situation, no one is immune. ”

Dressed in enchanted chain mail and helmets, Nancy directs the tattooed warrior to carry boxes of wands into the room. Preparations are already being completed. The other red-robed mages were either scrutinizing their gear or taking time to rest to restock their energy - all in order to protect themselves as much as possible in the upcoming battle.

"I'm going to see how Dale can get us to the front. Morrill stood up, and Carney closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

"You've come just in time. Miss Morrill. "The archmage stood in the hall on the top floor of the crystal tower, the setting sun shining through the transparent spire, reflecting the magical pillars of varying heights around him.

"We've got to hurry up...... Archmage Xinbu and Miss Chloe, who rushed over to support first, couldn't hold on for long. Dale Ruo held a black wooden staff that was ordinary on the outside, but contained great energy on the inside: "Although I don't have the incomparable divine power of the archmages of the Council of Argus, who can make a steel tower city soar through the heavens...... But there are still a few tricks. ”

He raised his staff, and the magic began to shape with alternating lights on the pillar.

The sound of a jingling alarm resounded inside and outside the Crystal Tower, reminding the idlers to hurry up and leave - the Crystal Tower was now filled with mages, mercenaries, high-ranking knights, elite soldiers, experienced adventurers, and guild members, arguably gathering as many of the most combat-ready people in Deepstream as possible. Although there were many complainers, this time, the lords gave a death order: if they wanted to mix on the ground of Deep Stream City in the future, they must help.

The crystal towers on the mountain peaks flickered, leaving onlookers in the distance stunned.

A large amount of mana was gathering and flowing, forming a bright vortex over the crystal tower. The light of light surrounded the tower, and in Moriel's eyes, the archmage had used himself as a medium to connect the crystal tower with the magic web, and the endless magic power was charging the crystal tower until it overflowed.

Morriel felt himself begin to blur.

In a burst of intense light, the crystal tower began to shake from top to bottom, like a shadow in the water waves—and when the light disappeared, onlookers were surprised to find that the entire crystal tower had disappeared in the snow.

The female mage had just recovered from the uncertainty of spatial teleportation when she felt the mage tower shake violently.

If it weren't for Dale's timely deflection of the boulder that was head-on towards the crystal tower, perhaps the tower that had just gained a foothold in its new position would have been knocked down by this blow.

Morriel stood still, leaning against the pillar and looking out.

Although she expected that the battle here would be fierce, she didn't expect it to be so fierce. The furious shouts were clearly audible through the crystal windows, and a slight vibration came from the hands - as far as the eye could see, there was a war everywhere.

Huge mountains of steep and steep mountains spread out on both sides like giant walls, stretching to the end of the intersection of heaven and earth. The crystal tower appeared on a majestic stone city, a man-made fortress carved out of the towering peaks of the sky, a miraculous fortress built of rocks and stone walls connected by the stone walls, a stepped wall of three walls that were so tall and thick that it would take some effort for the birds to pass through them, and the Icewind Knights who were based on this fortress were the most elite warriors, the pride of the Northlands, and the dwarven clans who also lived here in battle...... The Icewind Fortress is the base camp of the northern humans to control the spine of the world, a transit point to maintain the smooth flow of trade routes, a bridgehead to guard the broken glaciers, and a patron saint to ensure the safety of the inhabitants.

After hundreds of years of hard work, this place has become an impregnable wall that no one can break through - but the attackers in front of them are not people.

The vast gentle slope in front of the fortress had come to life, and almost all the monsters that Morriel could imagine that lived in the ice fields could be found here, and all of them were much larger than their kind.

The first wall was almost overrun by the swarming monsters.

There was no need for siege towers, the massive frost lizards could crawl quickly across the vertical walls with their sharp and powerful claws, their small eyes covered in a thick layer of ice scales reflected a cold light like ice balls, arrows were nothing to them, only the toughest barbarian warriors could wield a great axe or a two-handed sword to cut through the skin as hard as frost rock, and there was no need for a catapult, the frost giant walked with a footstep that shook the earth, and the monsters in its path wailed as they were knocked away and trampled, and beneath the ice-blue bumpy skin were terrible rolling muscles, generating a force that could easily throw the table-sized rocks onto the fortressThe flying stones that almost hit the crystal tower are its masterpieces, and the howling and endless packs of winter wolves, which huddle outside the city walls, their green eyes like countless wandering ghost fires, no matter what falls on the fortress, the wolves will swarm it, tearing it apart and devouring it in an instant......

What's going on here?

A huge pillar of fire rose from the wall, and seven or eight dazzling meteors burst out from somewhere in the front line, arcing towards the Frost Giant, who was already holding a stick made of an entire tree, approaching the city wall and detonating on it, and the Frost Giant wailed and fell backwards, giving the defenders another chance to breathe.

"I'm going to gather my people. Without further hesitation, Morrill turned and left.

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