Black robe, black cloak, black pointed hat, black staff. Wearing the badge of the Magician Association on the chest with all markings removed. Fallen magicians do not have certain dress standards. They often want to escape the pursuit of the Magician Association. And when it comes to changing into fancy clothes, there are not many people who show off like Jeffta in such attire. Maybe it’s because of his personality, maybe it’s because of his strength. Ever since the day he mastered the magic of fallen dark fire, Jeffta has never concealed his identity. And until Today, the Magicians Association was instigated by the Brotherhood. He is still alive and well. He is not at all like the fate of other betrayers.
At this moment, a strange dark fire was burning under Jeffta's robe. He used this method to maintain his body temperature. Even wearing a thin robe, he could withstand the wind and snow of the northern continent. The man opposite him was even more... Chic. Still wearing a white linen shirt, a green cloak, and a big-brimmed hat. His eyes under his gray-white curly hair are always looking into the distance. He doesn't seem to care about the wind and snow at all. Jeffta can only respond with a jealous expression. .Because the Northern Continent is the hometown of the northern elves. This mysterious Mr. W has finally arrived home.
There are a total of twelve people in this team. When the Pitchfork team left the St. Jonah and headed for Star Island, the Ghost team also left the submarine ship under the leadership of Jeff Tower. Follow the footsteps of Jonah and his team. Followed from afar. No new instructions came from the listeners. The Corrupted Darkfire Mage believed that the most important thing at the moment was to protect the Astrologer from the Brotherhood's pursuit. Therefore, some people were left to guard the unconscious Rose Rose. Embark on a journey with the best.
The protectors in the team are all strong men mobilized from three continents. Jeffta is not stupid enough to think that he is the strongest one. At least he is afraid of Mr. W... Looking at the mainland, who doesn't know The reputation of the King of the Night at Cherry Crossing. However, Jeffta is undoubtedly the oldest one in terms of qualifications. He is one of the first senior members to serve the Silver Spirit. He is the core cadre of the ghost. His identity as a tenant of Cherry Crossing is only temporary. Disguise. At that time, the fallen dark fire mage was waiting for a candidate to appear. But by accident, the son of his old friend, the young astrologer, Joshua's son Jonah, appeared in front of him. From the moment he saw the boy, Jay Futa knew that the future of the ghost would undergo earth-shaking changes. He could see the strong destiny in Jonah without the instructions of the listener. The ticket he handed to the astrologer on the other side of the holy river was in the ghost organization. The first impetus to turn fortunes before a candidate has been identified.
"Hello...Mr. W." When he was summoned to the submarine ship, Jeffta didn't know the purpose of the trip. He didn't know who would be his partner this time. When he saw the King of the Night .The tenants of Cherry Crossing were inevitably a little surprised.
"Hello, Jeffta." The northern elf said calmly. "Ignore me. I will help you, but I am not one of you."
"...Understood." Jeffta nodded immediately.
Later, the dark fire mage gradually learned the purpose of Mr. W. After Cherry Crossing was destroyed by the Zhawi Empire, Mr. W fought against the earthly dragon cavalry alone. He protected his daughter Xibi and boarded the airship to cross the holy river. Since then, he has been looking for his daughter's whereabouts. However, the entire continent was plunged into war. The news of the little grasshopper was intermittent. At this time, Yinling appeared in front of Mr. W and made a promise: the ghost could help him find Xibi. But in exchange, he must Dedicate your own power. It is not the power of the King of Cherry Crossing Night. It is the power of the Twelve Councilors.
The contract was established. The Twelve Council Leaders existed to balance the strength of the powerful people on the mainland. Several powerful people who could influence the future of the world with their personal power were sealed. Among them was the Assassin King Simion Longchang. Of course There is also the northern elf noble Mr. W himself. Even if he can only exert a small part of his strength, he can still compete with the protector of Cherry Ferry, Dad, and become the emperor of the ferry at night. Now the Twelve Councilors exist in name only. The seal has collapsed. This man misses his daughter eagerly. How terrifying power his father can acquire. Only Yin Ling and Mr. W know this.
The day after the Pitchfork team left the submarine, Jeffta's team encountered its first battle. The opponent was the Brotherhood's reconnaissance team. These desperadoes drove a steam-powered ornithopter across the magma river and tracked them. Locking the whereabouts of Jonah and his team. Ornithopters are immature steam puppet machines. The Brotherhood mobilized 400 steam puppet warlocks and created 120 ornithopters. Each one can carry two people; In just a few days of flight, eighty-four aircraft have crashed due to body fractures, icing, power loss and accidental death of the pilot. The ones flying over the heads of the Ghost Team are the lucky ones. But these scouts used After reporting the message through telegraph magic, he suddenly swooped down and launched an attack...a suicide attack.
Even if Jeff Tower does not shoot dark fire magic, these ornithopters, which are emitting black smoke and swaying in the wind and snow, will crash into the ice field. The two planes will be blown into pieces. Jeff Tower will freeze into ice blocks and burn when he steps on them. The flaming scout corpse spat: "Bah, bah. We've been discovered. These guys will appear one after another."
"Just kill them all." Mr. W said very calmly. "Just kill everyone who threatens my Xibi."
Even though the elf's tone was very gentle and elegant, Jeffta couldn't help but shudder.
Sure enough, as Darkfire Mage said, the pursuing soldiers of the Brotherhood began to appear one after another. At first, they were soldiers carried by ornithopters flying staggeringly. Later, there were Brotherhood cadres arriving in snow carriages. Finally, the ranked Brotherhood big shots began to appear. The Ghost Team tried their best to intercept these trackers early. However, some enemies still moved around to the front, causing some trouble for the Pitchfork Team.
After a big battle, the enemy abandoned thirteen corpses. The ghost team also lost seven members. Zhu Xie Tieshan, the master of Eastern boxing and the contemporary boxing instructor of the Zhu Xie clan in the late Han Dynasty, tore open his clothes and wiped the blood from his face. He complained: "Since you want to protect those young brats, why not just join them in action. You have to kill the killers without being discovered by them. It's really unnecessary to take off your pants and fart."
Jeffta raised his eyebrows: "Master Tieshan, you have forgotten what the listener said. The ghosts are not monolithic. Maybe there is a traitor among us. If a sudden attack is made and Yona is injured, who can bear the responsibility?"
Zhu Xie Tieshan was a lean little man. He raised his head and looked at Jeffta: "Okay. Okay. When we are almost dead, we will naturally be able to tell who is the traitor and who is the good guy. Right? Gaowu Zhe Zunzhe, Zuta, Zha, Ugly Face Sharpie, these guys were all damaged at the hands of the Brotherhood. I don’t know if I can close my eyes with peace of mind.”
"What do you mean?" Jeffta's face darkened, and dark flames burst out from his palms.
"Hmph. Let's go and see." The boxing master said coldly.
On the morning when the Pitchfork team arrived at the ruins of Ringolpant, the Ghost team encountered the strongest wave of pursuers. The team was led by a graceful lady with blond hair and a shawl. She wore a snow-white dress outside her green dress. She was wearing Diaoqiu. As soon as she took action, she killed a powerful ghost man. No one could see how she launched the attack. They saw the victim's body slowly melting into the air and disappearing in the blink of an eye. There was no trace at all. Leave.
"The strongest..." Mrs. Serfina pointed at the six ghost protectors one by one with her jade fingers. "...Is that you?" The fingertips stopped in front of Zhu Xie Tieshan.
"So what." The ninth-level boxing master said proudly.
"It seems not." Mrs. Serfina shrugged and waved her hand: "Chepp, you kill the big talker with your fists. Mias. Leave the mage in black to you. I'll deal with the one in the top hat. .It seems that he is the strongest one. Others, choose their own targets. As long as they don’t die too quickly, okay.”
Two shadows appeared in the wind and snow behind her. A heavily armored black knight sat on an abyss war horse with four hooves stepping on fire. The young priest put on a red robe. On his chest was the thirty-six-winged angel Mei of the newborn god. Tatron's Cross. Mias waved his scepter and laughed wildly: "Chepp, are you going to bet on the number of people killed this time? I have gained new power from the Pope, but I will never lose to you again."
A red light from hell emerged from the black knight's visor. He replied with a voice that smelled of sulfur steam: "I am a person who does not like violence. Blood is not good at all. Just kill the enemy quickly." .If you want to bet, just bet on who can kill the target the fastest." Before he finished speaking, the abyss war horse roared through the wind and snow like a black arrow. The black knight's lance penetrated the air.
"Damn it." Mias screamed strangely and rushed forward. Dozens of Brotherhood soldiers each selected a target and launched a charge together. The only two who stood still were Mr. W and Mrs. Serfina. The noble lady followed He rolled his eyes under the white mink hat and looked at the other person. He pursed his lips and smiled and said: "What a handsome man. I'm sorry. We don't seem to have your information in our information. How should I call you, sir."
W appeared and pushed his big-brimmed hat with the hilt of his light sword. "Sorry. I'm married."
"I don't mind." Lady Selfina said.
"Maybe my daughter will mind. After all, she loves her mother very much." The King of the Night said in a daze. "You will die here today. So I won't ask your name. If you have a daughter or son. I will say sorry to them."
"Boom." At this time, a huge impact sound resounded throughout the whole place. It was like a meteorite impacting the ground. The entire ice field was shaken. Two high-speed figures collided head-on. One person was knocked out and spun like a paper luan with a broken thread. It fell dozens of times to the snow and lost all life. "Bang." Then a huge body fell to the ground. It was the corpse of the abyss war horse. Its neck was broken. Its eye sockets, nostrils and mouth spurted out uncontrollably. Controlled flames.
The thin man stood in the wind and snow with his head held high. He collided head-on with the charging black knight. The winner was Zhu Xie Tieshan.