Wizard From Afar - Chapter 1172

At the same time, outside the camp, anxiety is gradually spreading.

With the dawn, more and more soldiers woke up from their sleep, gathered in front of the camp and campfire, pointed to the huge “gray blue vortex” in the distant sky and talked.

It was not a vortex of dark clouds, or even the opposite – there was no cloud around the vortex, just like a crack in the dome, with only bottomless darkness in the middle.

The huge whirlpool hanging in the sky looks far away, but it seems to be very close to them again; The dull roar like thunder came from the vortex from time to time, as if to devour the whole world.

No matter how the Knights and earls scolded and shouted, they never let the soldiers’ eyes really leave the vortex from the beginning to the end; Even they themselves, while denouncing the soldiers, their pupils also exuded the color of shock and confusion.

No one told them what had happened. No matter how much they asked, the Wizards always kept silent. The Archduke and the commander of the Legion warned them again and again to shut up the soldiers, not to spread rumors, and all those who dared to talk nonsense were subject to military justice.

Spreading rumors in the barracks was originally a felony; Repeating what you take for granted is tantamount to telling others that it is true.

From top to bottom, both the Archduke and the soldiers at the bottom have a faint feeling that it is meaningless to do so – rumors have been born since the moment they suppress rumors.

The collective silent wizard, the missing emperor, kept silent and tried hard to suppress the rumours of Archduke and earls – the atmosphere in the camp was developing towards a treacherous and panic situation step by step.

“How long has it been?”

Outside the dead camp, Charlotte, the first who couldn’t help but speak, looked at Edward who was always silent.

The leader of the night watchman sighed long, his expression was irritable and helpless.

“Your Majesty summoned Duke Byrne in the early morning. It’s almost noon now.” Edward said expressionless, “calculate the time. It’s almost a few hours.”

“What are these two people talking about so long that they can talk so long now?” Sally Ka with a knife began to be impatient, although she got out of bed almost an hour ago.

Charlotte frowned with Yuli vilz, and Nolan ERD looked indifferent from beginning to end – the battle of the Azores was over, he had got what he deserved, and he was not interested in the huge vortex above his head.

“Probably… Talking about the huge vortex?”

On the side of the new Archduke lottel, Kahn frieder spoke cautiously, cautiously like a student answering a teacher’s question: “it’s said that your majesty had noticed the vortex last night. It’s just that Archduke Byrne has just become a former wizard consultant; it’s just that I have just found something wrong, such as…”

“Yes, yes, thank you for reminding, otherwise where do we know where to go?”

The grumpy machete Archduke impatiently interrupted: “you know, can you talk less nonsense – when you shut up, you look smarter than you are now!”

“I…”

“Your Excellency Sarika Jonah, please pay a little attention to your words – Your Excellency Kahn frieder is a Archduke recognized by the Empire and lottel, and has the same status as you and me.”

Yuli vilz, with a light frown, said in a deep voice, glanced at the Archduke machete, whose face was full of unhappiness, and turned his eyes to the panicked and restless Kahn Fred: “Duke lottel, what have you found?”

“I, I found… Found…” being stared at by a crowd, Kahn Fred, with a very nervous expression, swallowed his saliva and dodged his eyes, pointing to the vortex above his head as if he were out of his mind:

“Did you notice that vortex, that vortex, its direction…”

“Direction?”

“Yes, direction! It is always, always in that direction; there is no difference between far and near…”

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“It’s the residue of emptiness, isn’t it?”

Although he was asking, the little wizard was very sure. His sapphire eyes had been staring at the huge vortex in the distance:

“Although I don’t know how to do it… But there was no void reaction in the vortex, some just came to my face, the wave of void force, in other words…”

“In other words, it’s just a fantasy created by the residue of a powerful void force – so in the eyes of our material life, it can’t see far and near like the sun.”

Isaac snapped the conversation and bit his fingernail: “the vortex that really tore apart the boundary between matter and void should be somewhere very far away.”

“It’s nothing special. Ordinary magic spells will also produce illusions because of too strong void force, and even high-level magic spells developed specifically by using illusions; so it’s nothing special, very common, very ordinary, nothing… Special…”

Saying that, both of them fell into some kind of silence… The silence of fear.

Although the emotions are similar to those of ordinary soldiers, there are also subtle differences – Isaac and Ayn, who specialize in the substantive study of the force of the void, no one knows better than them what the vortex illusion in the distance means.

This level of void residue has long exceeded all “common sense”, and even violated the power of the balance between the material and the void world – if eboden, who is so far away, can see such a clear illusion, then the place really affected by the force of the void

I’m afraid it has become no different from the real “empty world”?

The land under your feet has changed its shape, and the sky above your head has become like mud. All living life has mutated, distorted and grown iron bones, liquid muscles and golden eyes… Or it has simply become a mass of flesh and blood and flows wantonly.

Everything imaginable, unimaginable, unimaginable and dare not think… Will become true on that land.

And the mastermind behind all this, the existence that manipulates this huge void force, “black cross” serliol

The more they think, the heavier their hearts are.

“Can you really win this time?” the little wizard muttered. The fear in sapphire’s eyes was swept away and replaced by inexplicable worry.

“Loren, can he really defeat serliol?”

It’s strange – from the beginning, the dark haired wizard never said he would fight the black cross alone; But Ayn had this hunch and almost decided that the big liar would leave without saying goodbye and take risks alone.

He will do so, because he is Loren Turin, the big liar who lied to himself in the wild dog village that he wanted to “fight side by side”.

“I don’t know, this level… Even the evil gods in the records of the Dragon King tower have no power of this level.” Isaac shook his head desperately: “I only know one thing.”

“If what we see now is his real power; if he really gets the nine pointed star Holy Grail… The world may not be able to stop his existence.”

Isaac took a breath of air-conditioning and tried to suppress his fear. He almost bit his thumb nail.

“He won’t get it, will he?” the little wizard couldn’t help saying:

“Eboden’s Holy Grail is in Loren’s hands, and the other… The other doesn’t even know Loren, so the ‘black cross’ serlio should also…”

“No, no, no… just in theory.”

“In theory?”

“Yes, theoretically.” Isaac nodded. “Loren opened the second valve. For the existence that opened the second valve, they can experience what has happened and will happen infinitely in their spiritual world… It’s a bit like prophecy, but it’s different, because the existence in the void has no concept of time.”

“If, I mean if… If ‘black cross’ serliol has simulated the scene of confrontation with Loren in his spiritual world countless times, one by one, excluding all possibilities.” Isaac swallowed:

“Then… He may still find that flaw and confirm the real position of the nine pointed star Holy Grail.”

Right now.

“Boom –!”

A thunder sounded from the horizon, and the purple lightning flashed through the center of the vortex; Almost at the same time, the three dragons in the camp also roared in response to the roar from the dome.

The little wizard and Isaac turned their heads, stared at the vortex with frightened eyes, and a more terrible guess echoed in their minds.

Maybe… Serlio, he

Have you got another nine pointed star Holy Grail?

“No, no, no, no… It’s impossible, impossible!” Isaac immediately denied the idea and comforted the little wizard with a taste he didn’t believe in:

“If he really gets another nine pointed star Holy Grail, what we see is not only an illusion, but a real vortex – think about it, Loren can exile it into the void by the power of the Holy Grail when he can only open one valve…”

“If he really got another holy grail, what would it be like?”

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“In that case, the exact position of the vortex must be confirmed as soon as possible.”

After learning from Edward, the leader of the night watchman that the vortex in front of him could not distinguish between far and near was an illusion, Yuli vilz, who suddenly realized it, immediately began to order:

“The guards of the military camp and the messengers from any direction of the Empire, no matter what the intelligence is, are not allowed to intercept it and arrive here at the first time; at the same time, send people to confirm the exact location of the vortex as soon as possible.”

The officer who got the order nodded slightly and turned away before the other Dukes could speak – the battle of Azores. The Duke of elmond, who first responded to the war, although he was the youngest, gradually became the second only to Byrne among Dukes by virtue of his war achievements.

“I would also like to thank Duke lottel for his timely detection, otherwise I’m afraid we’ll continue to wait here.” Yuli vilz turned his eyes and nodded to the frightened Kahn Fred behind him:

“It is worthy of the Fred family with a large number of sharpshooters. Your insight is no less than that of Reuven Fred.”

“No, no, no, you’re too polite. I just, just…”

Strauss Kahn fried waved his hands in panic, as if he had accepted much favor; But neither Yuli weiltz nor the rest of the Archduke were in the mood to pay attention to him. They all turned their eyes to the direction of the sound of horse hoofs in the distance.

A herald galloping on his horse is coming this way.

Glancing at the crowd, Edward came forward and took the letterhead from the messenger; At the moment of seeing the first line above, the expression of the originally calm night watchman leader suddenly changed.

“Is the information accurate?!”

“This is the letter paper sent all the way from west Saxony last night. My subordinate is the seventh one responsible for delivering the letter!” the breathless Herald nodded with all his strength: “you can check it. There should be eight letter stamps on it!”

Shocked Edward stared at the letter and nodded.

“What’s the matter? Is there any problem?” Charlotte, who was always nervous, asked uneasily, “where is the real position of the vortex

A tense atmosphere filled the surroundings and fear began to ferment.

“This is a letter from west Saxony – the words on it are very scrawly. It was written by a messenger who noticed something had happened and took the initiative.”

After a long silence, Edward slowly turned around and looked at the people watching him with frightened eyes: “the content of the letter is also very simple, only two lines.”

“It’s dark… Thunder.”

“It’s very simple. It’s like nonsense. The problem is the letter stamp on it – the first letter stamp is a lakeside manor in West Saxony.”

“It’s only half a day’s journey from the capital, Golovin.”

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“Ah… Finally.”

Bound by the iron chain, the bloodless elf Prince stared at the weak eyes, and his blurred vision looked at the swirling vortex in the sky through the narrow gap between the iron fences.

He didn’t know what it was, or even what it meant; But at the first sight of the vortex, the elf little prince understood that the guy behind everything, who manipulated the destruction of Azores and Empire people… “Black cross” serliol, was about to start.

The last war was over, the Azores destroyed the family, and the exhausted imperial people had lost all the strength to resist him.

But Loren Turin… He probably guessed that long ago?

“So, what would you do… Dying, fighting, or do everything to enjoy the game?”

The elf prince said to himself:

“I really want to… See it with my own eyes.”

“I really want to see it with my own eyes… See you struggling desperately, surviving from death, trying your best to resist fate, exhausting all possibilities, and even sacrificing what you cherish, and finally falling in front of fate. The expression of pain and despair, Loren… Turin!”

“I really want to see… That scene with my own eyes!”