The moonlight is like water, shining on the deserted road, with a bit of desolate and desolate atmosphere, and the wind is swirling around. It is already late at night. In addition to a few special places and the pier is still brightly lit, most areas of Lagan City are trapped in darkness.

Although it is a city with a strong commercial atmosphere, there were no nightclubs in this era. The brightest places in the center of the city have no relationship with business. In addition to the city lord's mansion, there are also a series of necessary facilities such as the city hall, the garrison, the magic union, the swordsman's union, the knight's temple, etc. In ancient and modern times, few people are reluctant to spend the country's money. The same is true here. Regardless of whether it is necessary or not, there are huge candlesticks connected to each other scattering light next to the streets on both sides of each building.

The door of the city lord's mansion suddenly opened, and two groups of knights rushed out from inside. In front was a group of knights in black-clad black armor, which looked very average in grades, and the knights behind were shocked. Not only were the grades several levels higher than the knights in front, they were also equipped with silver-white armor. The color of the war horses under the seat was the same. Each of them held a huge shield in their hands, and the standard silver war gun flashed with a terrifying cold light under the moonlight.

Ordinary knights have some special attention in equipment, but war horses cannot be taken into account. They require all war horses... which gives people a feeling of nitpicking.

Two groups of knights turned over the corner of the street. The formation of the knights in front was loose. Sometimes you surpassed me, sometimes I surpassed you, while the knights behind were always consistent in speed. The three knights were parallel and neatly, and at first glance they had experienced rigorous training. In front of the giant shield in their hands, there was a raised cross. The cross was bright red and a ball of white flame was inlaid with a ball of white flames, which meant that they were the knights of the Holy Flame Legion of the Mao Empire!

When you cross the long street, there is a market in front of you. It is very lively during the day. Not to mention running around, it takes a lot of time to move forward in the crowd. However, there is no one here at night, and there is a mess of garbage and abandonment everywhere. It is not until the early morning that the scavengers cleaned it, and it will leave a neat market for the people who went to the market the next day.

As they drove to the middle of the market, the black-clad knights in front were still rushing forward in a daze, but the knights of the Holy Flame Legion behind felt something and held back one after another.

A black shadow emerged from the right, and something was thrown out casually. A strong magic wave suddenly appeared in the air. Then the thing turned into countless ice blades and snowflakes, scattering to the knights like raindrops.

Among all high-level magic, the power of the Ice Snow Dance is only in the middle stream. The advantage of this magic is that it covers a large range and can produce cold cold below minus fifty degrees in a certain area. The ice blades and snowflakes mixed in the cold current are fatal weapons. The snowflakes in nature are very beautiful, and the snowflakes produced by magic are not the case. The edges are sharp and the high-speed rotating snowflakes are enough to leave cut marks on the human body. Moreover, the number of snowflakes is too large. If they fly into the eyes, no matter how strong the fighting spirit is, they will not be able to resist it!

In an instant, the ice-frozen snow dance turned the market into an ice-cold hell. The black-clad knights rushing in front made miserable screams, and balls of blood fog exploded on them. After the blood was spewed out of their bodies, it immediately turned into crystal-shiny blood beads in the cold current, falling to the ground like a scattered flower of the heavenly girl, making crisp sounds constantly.

The situation of the Holy Flame Legion knights was better, at least they were still alive. Unfortunately, their fighting spirit could only barely protect themselves, but they could not protect the war horses. Just as they were slashed by an invisible irresistible fighting spirit, their war horses fell to the ground at the same time. The knights of the Holy Flame Legion were overturned, but they did not dare to open their eyes, and they all looked extremely embarrassed.

A black shadow also appeared on the left, and he reached out and shot it, and another strong magic wave surged. The whole sky brightened, and then a thick chain of lightning fell from the sky, sweeping across the frozen hell.

As the top magic among high-level magic, the power of chain lightning is unquestionable. It attacks all living things within the target range, even an ant will not let go! The more living things, the stranger the angle of chain lightning twisting will be.

The knights of the Holy Flame Legion who were still struggling fell to the ground. Under this top-level magic attack second only to the forbidden spell, only high-level swordsmen and high-level silver knights can escape the disaster by relying on fighting spirit, and even mid-level strong men will be severely damaged! Pure ice is not conductive, and the power of ordinary lightning arrows and arcs will be affected more or less here. The problem is that chain lightning will directly hit all living things, and unless they all become ice men at this moment, they will be unable to escape the attack of lightning.

A series of lightning flashed in a flash, and the ice blades and snowflakes flashing in the air gradually dissipated. Just as the power of the magic disappeared, another bloated figure rushed out and rushed straight into the field.

That's right, it's bloated. An Fei is a very thoughtful person. After deciding which two magic scrolls to use, he carefully asked about the effect of the magic, such as how many times the chain lightning attacks, how long the ice-cold snow dance will last, how much temperature will change, etc. These questions are very naive to Chris Ding and Zubin, but An Fei really doesn't know.

The sequelae of lightning can be ignored, but An Fei would not rush into the cold environment stupidly. Even after the magic effect dissipated, the temperature rose slightly, and it was probably between minus 40 degrees Celsius. So An Fei put on a lot of clothes and almost wrapped himself into a rice dumpling. There were two transparent crystals on his head and made a simple "chemical-proof mask". He also wore rough gloves on his hands, and there was no trace of skin exposed on his body.

However, these things only slightly affected An Fei's speed. His movements can still be described as fast as lightning. He didn't care about the black knights, the focus was on the knights of the Holy Flame Legion.

An Fei rushed through the field like a dragonfly. He gave up the faster spin slash and used the stabbing. It was so cold that it would be difficult for the opponent to lose a lot of blood in a short period of time. It would be better to use the "sting". Even if there were still no deaths in the field after they left, in the face of fatal injuries, let alone the priest of Light, even the high priest in red came.

"Let's go!" An Fei 'dressed properly' and shouted.

Chris Ding released a floating technique and flew to the right side of the market, holding Zubin: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Zubin shook his head with a wry smile.

Chris Ding released a series of lightning that consumed more magic, while Zubin released an ice snow dance. But now Chris Ding is fine and can release the floating technique immediately, but Zubin felt that magic was being taken away. This is the difference between a low-level magician and a high-level magician. Although it is only one level away, there is a big gap in quality. Many people are only high-level magicians in their lives and are unable to step into the ranks of magicians. This shows this.

Sante's figure appeared from the back of the market. He ran close to An Fei and handed over the things in his hand.

An Fei put the thing into the space ring and ran to Chris Ding and Zubin: "Go away! We meet with Brave and the others, and then leave the city of Lagan. The team of the Holy Flame Legion was wiped out by us in the blink of an eye. They still couldn't figure out our strength. I guess they would send someone to test it. It would be too late."

"I know, come, Santer, let's take Zubin together," said Chris Ding.

Chris Ding and Sant released their floating technique and took Zubin to float in the air, while An Fei ran wildly on the ground with great self-esteem. After a while, the four of them rushed to a crossroads, An Fei stopped, and Chris Ding and others also fell from the air.

"Where is Brave and the others? Why haven't you come yet?" Zubin said anxiously.

"Their road is farther than ours, and there may be some minor troubles. Let's wait." An Fei said slowly.

"An Fei, you're so crazy!" Chris Ting suddenly sighed: "Do you know? My heart is still pounding!"

"If your heart didn't beat, you would have died long ago." An Fei joked.

"An Fei, aren't you afraid? What if... Philip came from the teleportation array, we would be finished now, right?"

"This possibility is very small." An Fei said lightly.

"Why?"

"What Zubin said to me reminded me."

"What did I say?" Even Zubin couldn't help asking questions this time.

"He said that for the sake of our teacher, the Magic Union would not deliberately make things difficult for us. It is a matter of passing a wanted order. They can't delay it, but they will definitely try every means to refuse to arrest us."

"What does this prove?"

"There are many things that can be proved. Let's talk about ourselves. If I had known that Zeda was Philip's grandson, I would not have killed him. I could only find a way to knock him out. Now many people know that we are Master Thor's students. If it were you, would you come to deal with us?"

"No." Chris Ding understood a little, but there were still many things that didn't understand: "But does this have anything to do with Philip's inability to come?"

"I told you that the middle-aged man vaguely guessed Niya's identity. He had two choices, one was to tell the big prince, and the other was to tell Philip. Which one do you think he would choose?" Anyway, he was waiting for Brave and the others now, and An Fei had a lot of patience to explain: "Everyone knows that Philip is irritable. If he comes, he will definitely kill us! In this case, do you think he has the courage to tell Philip? He is not afraid of the teacher's revenge?! It is different to tell the big prince. This is called performing official duties. Telling Philip is to avenge personal revenge!"

"I get it!" Zubin sighed: "If we were harmed by the eldest prince, he could still make excuses to shirk his responsibilities. After all, he was working for the Mao Empire. If he reported to Philip, he would seem to be greedy for the bounty of the Philip family, and the teacher would never let him go."

"He forced the conflict to stop it, and I knew he was a smart person. Smart people would not do stupid things unless he really needed the bounty of the Philips family." An Fei smiled.

"But...what if Philip really comes?"

"I have a way when he comes." An Fei said lightly.

"Are you saying true or...fake?" Chris asked in amazement.
Chapter completed!