late at night.

Sudden heavy rain mixed with ice crystals and fell from the sky, while clouds covered the stars and covered the mountains and earth. The pouring rain mixed with ice and snow filled the world, making the huge range within the reach of the vision a gray rain fog.

Among the thick dark clouds, purple-blue thunder flashed, and dull thunder came in waves, like a huge drum hammer.

——Suddenly, a huge thunder suddenly rang out, and lightning broke through the sky, illuminating the surroundings like the sun in the day.

Through this light, you can vaguely see a majestic city built between three peaks under the cover of rain and fog.

The Star Falling of 831, December 21, at 8:35 pm, the Northern Empire and the Imperial Capital.

The three black peaks cut off the world from the other side like barriers that separate the sky and the earth. Behind this rock barrier is a huge city with white walls. It is located between mountains and above the rocks. Around the giant city, there is a fortress and a mage tower on the top of each of the three peaks. They tower into the clouds, like the most sturdy horns of the sky, protecting the most important city of the human empire.

In the darkness of the night, white pyroxene lights shine on the streets, like fog and freezing rain falling, crossing a thin layer of ice on the street. The pedestrians on the street looked hurried, as if they wanted to rush home as soon as possible, but in order not to fall, they still had to walk carefully on the ice.

A man covered in a white hooded robe walked slowly on the street. He was tall, wearing three gem rings on his exposed hands, and had some wrinkles on his skin. It was obvious that he was quite old.

The man noticed the difficulties of pedestrians around him, shook his head and chuckled, and murmured to himself: "This weather is really hard to walk on."

He recited a few words in his mouth, then gently pointed towards the void, and the magic began to fluctuate. In an instant, the nameless magic bypassed the warning array all over the city, covering the earth within thousands of meters around, dissolving the ice layer. Suddenly, all the pedestrians around him were surprised to find that they no longer had to move forward with their hands and feet, but could move forward with peace of mind.

After solving this problem that troubles many people, the figure under the hood nodded slightly, and then he continued to walk towards the center of the huge city, a magnificent palace cast from basalt.

That was the residence of the imperial emperors - the Palace of Morley.

The Palace of Morley Palace is like a city in the city, surrounded by a solid city wall. At the entrance, there are countless black-armored knights patrolling back and forth. The armor and weapons on them are all high-quality, with the [Five-Star Ring Yang] armor that represents the royal family, which is extremely majestic.

Moreover, whether it is the guard's behavior, expression, physique or momentum, it all shows that this is a army of battles, the elite among the elite.

The man in a white hooded robe came to the door of the palace. The rain and ice and snow surrounded his body under the influence of an inexplicable force and slid to the ground. Seeing this unreasonable scene, the guards would naturally walk up to ask.

The black-armored Knight, who seemed to be the captain of the team, walked up to the man. He said seriously and politely to the man whose face was blocked behind the hood: "Sir, this is a royal land. If nothing is important, please avoid it."

As he said that, he also pointed in a direction: "And it is best not to use spells in the imperial capital. Sir, if you want to shelter from the rain, you can go to the street management center where there are free umbrellas to give away."

Hearing this very polite admonition, the person behind the hood seemed a little surprised. He looked at the knight in front of him, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Isrell's men are becoming more and more knightly... they are really different from his father."

A slightly old voice came from the shadow behind the hat. He said, taking off the hood from his head, then revealing his white hair and long beard, smiling at the knights standing in front of him.

After seeing this man's face, the knight in black armor was stunned for two seconds. The cold rain fell on his face, which woke him up. He retreated in a panic. The knight immediately bent down respectfully and whispered: "I don't know if it's you coming... I'm very sorry! Master, please come in, Your Majesty the Emperor is waiting for you in the study!"

When the other knights saw the old man's face again, their expressions changed instantly and they bowed respectfully to pay tribute.

He patted the leader knight's shoulder, and the old man signaled them to get up, and then continued to walk into the palace step by step slowly.

Crossing the long aisle and garden, passing through several magnificent statues of the late emperors of all generations. With respectful greetings from all those who met him, the white-haired old man finally arrived at the deepest part of this magnificent palace, in front of a room with a golden gate.

"Little Isrell, I'm in."

Without knocking on the door, the old man was still talking, and opened the door directly in his hand, and walked in directly.

In the room, there were magnificent magnificent magnificent fluorites hanging on the top of the hall, emitting a brilliant light like the sun, shining the entire room. The floor was made of pure white crystal marble, and the four walls were filled with huge metal bookcases. In the center of this extremely luxurious room, a desk was carved from a whole piece of flying cloud wood. A man with dark golden shoulder-length hair was sitting on the seat behind the desk, silently flipping through an ancient book.

This man is tall, strong, handsome and angular, with no expression on his face, but he does not give people a feeling of indifference. He is wearing a luxurious red animal skin robe with a circle of marten fur on the edge of the robe. The material of the animal skin and scales is clearly taken from the center of the chest of a red dragon, and the strongest skin.

He sighed and closed the ancient books in his hand. The man who had known that someone had come from outside the room had looked up at the door and said helplessly: "Teacher Nostradamus, you have to knock on the door before entering the room, but you teach me etiquette."

While speaking, the voice was filled with inexplicable power. A gust of wind blew, and the golden door in the study closed.

"But I have taught you too - there is no need to pay too much etiquette among acquaintances."

He did not take the identity of the man in front of him seriously at all. The white-haired old man smiled and walked to the opposite side of the desk. With a wave of his hand, he turned out to create a seat with a soft sheepskin cushion out of thin air, which looked very comfortable, and then sat straight up: "It's not a good thing to be too dissatisfied, my Emperor."

Isrell Delmond, the highest ruler of the Northern Empire, shook his head with a wry smile. Facing the old man in front of him, his mentor and guide for many years, he could not show the majesty of His Majesty the Emperor. This middle-aged man with dark blond hair swept the ancient books on the table aside, and then he said straight to the point: "Okay, my Royal Mage Association President, the Chief Master of the Empire, you informed me four hours ago that there was a big news, but I only came to me now... don't you think you need an explanation?"

The old man named Nostradamus frowned, his expression looked a little strange: "Your Majesty, do you really don't know?"

"I haven't had time to care about other news lately."

Isrell shook his head, clapped his hands, and two magic arrays appeared on the desk. After a flash, two cups of hot tea appeared in front of him. He handed a cup of tea to the white-haired old man in front of him. The emperor took a sip of tea himself, and then sighed: "Three legions surrounded the orc court but couldn't capture it for a long time. I even planned to lead the army in person. In addition, there were suddenly so many dark tides in the territory, so how could I have the energy to care about other things."

"Your Majesty, you don't care about Kuroshima."

He simply denied the words of the man in front of him. Nostradamus straightened his white hooded robe and said seriously: "The black dragon that set off a black tide has arrived in the north, but you ignored it and didn't even send anyone to wipe it out."

If someone questioned his decision, even if the other party was his teacher, he would be angry. What's more, as the emperor of the empire, Isrell didn't like others to question his will. He immediately said coldly: "Teacher, your accusation is completely wrong. A few weeks ago, I ordered the censor Monster to bring a piece of dragon-destroying stone treasured by the royal family to give it to Radcliffqing. With the help of this thing, with Radcliffqing's strength, let alone the Black Tide and the dragon that only has the middle level of gold at most, even a giant dragon with the peak of gold will fall there."

"If that thing is indeed a dragon, it is indeed the case-but who told you that it is a dragon?"

The white-haired old man shook his head. He took out a white report from somewhere. There were a bunch of formulas and words written on it, and a bright red seal was printed: "The research of the Mage Association has proved that the recent madness in the black tide in the empire was not just caused by the scale powder of the black dragon - there is a clear and extremely chaotic force!"

Speaking of this, Nostradamus said in a sure tone: "That is a Chaos monster! Think about it, what is the purpose of a Chaos monster going to the North?"

Isrell frowned, and the emperor beat the table of Feiyunmu's desk with his fingers, making a rhythmic sound: "The sealed land, the gatekeeper Radcliff's family... is it going to attack Moldavia and open the space-time channel?"

"No, it has opened the space-time channel."

With a sneer, the white-haired old man looked helpless: "My Majesty, because of your father, you are too concerned about the war with the orcs, but in fact it is unnecessary. The orcs have not recovered from the last war so far, but we have been cultivating for many years. Even if it is dragged down, they will definitely lose!"

"Only chaos, only chaos is the only enemy worthy of fear in all human worlds!"

"...You are right, teacher, orcs are not worth mentioning. I am too persistent... Wait, the time and space gate has been opened?"

His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire was not angry about these words. He knew that his teacher was telling the truth, but suddenly realized what his teacher had just said, and Isrell's expression immediately became serious.

Instead of doubting what his teacher said, he said angrily: "The time and space gate is open?! Damn, the group of people from [Dark Shadow] and the censors, what are they doing? Why don't I know such an important thing!?"

Even as the emperor of the empire and a legendary strong man, he could not pay attention to everything in the empire at all times. So after Isrell ascended the throne, he immediately formed the intelligence organization, the An Ying, and immediately controlled the system of the noble court to collect intelligence for him... Now, due to his subordinates' incompetence and dereliction of duty, this emperor, who can be regarded as kind, is really angry.

"No, there are only five Golden Levels among the four northern leaders, and the one from the Wilson family has been killed by the young heir of the Radcliffe family - with their strength, they can't stop the tide of chaos!"

It was not the time to get angry. Thinking of this, the emperor with dark golden hair stood up, and the terrifying power of will surged out, and even turned into substance, leaving all the objects in the study still in their original place. Even the dust was as unmoved as it was solidified in amber. He said in a deep voice: "I need to mobilize the elite troops to suppress it immediately!"

"You're wrong, Isreal, there are always some people in this world that are beyond common sense."

Not being oppressed by the legendary powerhouse in front of him and his students' will, the chief magistrate of the Imperial Royal Mage Association, Nostradamus stood up, and the white-haired old man said in a deep voice: "Just like the three shaman legions that led the mage group to defeat the orcs in succession, just like you killed the orc emperor one by one and successfully broke through the legend among the army, there are always people who can do something that ordinary people can't do - the time and space gate has been closed!"

As the Emperor was questioning, the old man with white hair sighed: "At 10:20 this morning, the space-time patrol instrument of the Mage Association detected more than three hours ago, and there was a huge space-time fluctuation in the north of Moldovan. It was almost forty minutes later. When I was about to notify you, the space-time fluctuation was stopped and the space-time gate was completely closed."

"Because the instrument occasionally has delays, I thought it was a false alarm at first, but after multiple verifications, I confirmed that the time and space gate really opened and all nodes were forcibly smashed and forced to close."

"…This is a really amazing event."

Sitting back on the seat, Isrell sighed: "The fourth hour after the time and space gate was opened... It's really amazing... So, teacher, why are you here for?"

"There will always be someone to seal the space-time gate in another world."

When the old man replied, he smiled: "But I don't feel at ease whoever I send this kind of big thing, so I'm going to just go there."

"I can break into the Black Forest in the tide of beasts and forcefully close the time and space gate... I can't wait to see the little guy who did such a big thing."

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