The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 122: Short farewell (part one)

"The detection circle confirms that he is the master of the blood of heresy." The middle-aged man looked up and down the appearance of Joshua. There was nothing special about the half-bald farmer with the beard. The big man seemed a little skeptical, "Are you sure No wrong person was found."

"Impossible, my lord." The swordsman affirmed, "As soon as we drew our sword and announced that he would be arrested and investigated in the name of Lord Binoni Wenger, he knocked down Donovan and took The sword in Donovan's hand killed him with a single sword; he stabbed Petit again, and poor Petit was stabbed in the heart. Five minutes later, the Lord was summoned... I and Gokart rushed to stop him. He, who knows that his strength is so strong, after being chopped, he can rush out of the surrounding, knock me down, cut Gocart's neck, and escape all the way, poor Gocart..."

"Fine The cheese-smelling guy, and you are the elite arms of the Duke, you should be ashamed of this."

The swordsman lowered his head, and the middle-aged man reiterated to Joshua again: "You, now put down your arms and follow me, I can forgive your wife and your dog,, plus your strange friend. "

Joshua coughed twice, but a playful expression appeared on his face: "I bet your bird tattoo is in the crotch, and the tattoo artist damaged your male organs. Otherwise, why would you be so seedless? ."

The big man was taken aback and giggled: "Very well, I'm sorry, you are a real gentleman, worthy of a decent funeral." He turned to the soldiers: "Go and avenge your unfortunate partners. , But please stop messing up this time, okay."

The archers opened the bowstrings with the hands, the heavy infantry held up the shields, the swordsmen drew out their sharp swords, spread out the formation and began to approach, the farmer dragged his injured leg forward and protected his wife behind him, Qiao Fu suppressed worry, no Take a look at the tree behind him, hold the sickle tightly with sweaty hands,

"Joshua." Jeff Tower called the old friend's name, "After solving your problem, you must tell me your story."

"What did you say." Joshua looked at the Darkfire Mage when he heard the words, and then he was stunned.

A black fireball appeared in the palm of the palm, burning with an icy purple tail flame. The surrounding sunlight seemed to be dimmed obviously. Jeff Tower smiled: "This is the reason I came to you today. It does not exist in magic. The 203rd kind of magic in the classics, I call it the dark fire spell."

The soldiers rushed up with their swords, "This is not fire, brother." Hope rekindled in the farmer's ashes eyes. It absorbs energy like a vortex, and it can be said that it is completely opposite to the fire magic. This is a great discovery, Jeff Tower."

The Dark Fire mage yelled in ecstasy: "I know you can understand me, and I have more things to ask you, after cooking these miscellaneous fish."

The black fireball flew away from the palm of the caster, and shot at the two soldiers rushing in front. The swordsmen were obviously not prepared to fight the magician. They hesitated for a moment, but the slow flight speed of the fireball made them dispel it. Suspicious, the two separated left and right, trying to avoid this slow fireball,

The middle-aged man turned around abruptly and shouted with an expression of extreme astonishment: "You can't escape this, idiot, step back."

"My lord,..." As soon as the swordsman on the left uttered two syllables, the dark fire hit him in the chest, "Come on." The long sword landed, and the soldier looked down at his light leather armor in amazement. A cave the size of a bowl appeared on the chest, and the edge was charred black, like a paper lit from the middle; the hole was still expanding, no burning flames could be seen, only the flesh and clothing continued to turn into gray dust,

The swordsman fell to his knees with a thump, and the dark fire corroded his entire chest. Through the big hole, Joshua saw that the great figure above was shaking with surprise, "Good fight, brother "The farmer yelled excitedly, using a long sword to fly a streamer,

"Why." The other surviving soldier saw the tragedy of his companions and was afraid to go any further. "Obviously you can avoid..." His gaze avoided the deadly cruel corpse, and the sword's edge continued hesitantly. Swing,

The faint air current sounded, like a butterfly flapping its wings gently; the black fire ignited in the palm of Jeff Tower again, and the dark fire mage laughed: "It's just started." He waved his palm, second A fire bomb flies towards the enemy,

The heavy infantry stepped forward and raised the big shield. The soldier wearing a steel armor weighing up to 130 pounds was like a statue made of steel. With his arms, he pierced the iron cone at the bottom of the shield into the ground. Bend your knees and make a defensive posture,

The big man rebuked: "I said it's no good, idiot, step back." He drew a weapon from his coat pocket and walked quickly,

"Joshua, old friend, tell me why." Jeff Tower held his head triumphantly,

The farmer touched his chin: "Although there is no relevant knowledge, I think your dark fire has two characteristics: first, it absorbs energy, whether it is light, heat, or the vitality of living things; second, Distorted time, the time dimension of the dark fire launch path is distorted, so the opponent cannot accurately determine the timing of evasion. To a certain extent, dark fire spells are very suitable for sneak attacks."

The fallen Darkfire Mage couldn’t suppress the excitement in his heart, and almost wanted to run over to hug his respectable friend, "God, you are such a smart guy, you answered a big doubt in my heart, every time I call for magic elements , I always have an unspeakable sense of awkwardness. I feel that there is a thin film separating me from the real world. Now I understand that it is time. The dark fire element is a little thing that loves time games. No wonder no one has found them for so many years..."

The black fireball exploded on the shield, eroding through the steel without hindrance, turning the big shield and the arms of the heavy infantry into ashes. The middle-aged man hurried over with a dazzling white light in his hand, "My lord." In the cry, the two arms of the heavy infantry were chopped off shoulder to shoulder, and the wound with stubble exposed was as smooth as a mirror. After a few seconds, hot blood spurted out.

"All retreat." The big man shouted, kicking away the stumps of the infantry. The two arms corroded by the dark fire quickly withered and collapsed, turning into a scorched black mark on the ground that the middle-aged man could not see clearly. The weapon that looks like it spins at high speed, emitting a sharp white light,

"Old friend, when I solve this old guy, it's time to reminisce about the old..." Jeff Tower, whose confidence was inflated, shot a black fireball for the third time, turning his head to say to Joshua,

The farmer did not answer him,

"Joshua." Jove exhausted all his strength and let out a scream of torn vocal cords,

Blood gushing from Joshua’s abdomen like a waterfall. The farmer lowered his head in disbelief and covered his abdomen, watching his blood flow from his fingers,

No one saw this attack. The middle-aged man’s weapon hit Joshua in an unknown way, causing a fatal wound. The big man faced the black fire and did not try to evade. The weapon in his hand once again Glowing white light, the fireball was cut in half from it, lost its shape, burned out in the air,

"What a joke." Jeff Tower stretched out his hand to break the bottleneck of a retort, and the fluorescent moonstone powder enveloped him. With the aid of magic gain materials, he made three consecutive chants through simple singing. Darken the fireball, aiming at the rushing enemy,

"Swipe."

The brilliance flashed, and the Darkfire Mage didn’t see what hurt him. The severe pain in his shoulder made him lose his mind. The fireball that had just formed immediately screamed and dissipated, and the magic backlash overturned Jeff Tower. Ground, the shoulders and the corners of the mouth shed blood together,

"Dark...fire, impressive." The middle-aged man walked up to them, raised his hand, and cut Jove’s neck mercilessly. The hostess pressed her husband’s wound with one hand, and the other The sickle was just raised in her hand, and before she fell to the ground, the hideous wound that almost cut off the entire neck had taken her life away,

"...Jeff..." The dying Joshua moved his lips,

"No..." Jeff Tower yelled and stretched out his arm,

"Mom."

Jonah stared at the tragedy before him, but was unable to make a change,

Suddenly the sky became dark and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply. The big man raised his head and looked suspiciously at the black sky where the change was approaching. A storm blew around the dark fire mage, and he slowly stood up, and tore it down. Two halves of the magic scroll, the scroll is stored in the magician’s guild with a clear use restriction enhanced spell "Call of Contract",

"The spirit of the dark fire, I am willing to accept any punishment, as long as this time, only this time makes me strong... I named this spell that only exists in my mind'Moon Halo Mandala', that is Rumored to be the most beautiful flower in the Eastern Continent... Joe Fu, if you had chosen me, would everything be different." Jeff Tower looked at Joe Fu's body sadly, raising his hands,

Purple fireworks cover the sky,

Ten years ago, the baby hiding in the big tree witnessed everything. The immature mind suppressed this memory deeply in the depths of the soul. It was not until this day that it was due to the close proximity of the moon halo mandala. Reappear, and break through the **** of reason in one fell swoop,

The middle-aged man opened his mouth wide and could not make a sound. The white light from the mysterious weapon rose slowly into the air. At this time, it can be seen clearly that it was a boomerang driven by steam puppet power, and the ejected dart was chained. Pull back to the body, the speed is so fast that the naked eye can hardly track it,

The splendid fireworks have eliminated all his possibility of counterattack and escape,

Little Jonah’s world began to appear turbulent, everything began to become transparent, "Mom...Dad..." Jonah cried out to his parents, at this moment, at the end of the road, almost indistinguishable. Several people with weapons came along, looking like reinforcements for the killer. They saw the abnormality here, and they were speeding up. One of them was wearing a dark blue robe, a pointed hat, and a hood. Gray messy beard, running, complaining loudly,

This man has the most familiar face in about seventeen years of life. He has the strong smell of rosin and tobacco, his irritable and rude words, his small eyes hidden in wrinkles, and his long, long-wearing eyes. Beard,... his lonely look when he released the "Lame Henry II" at the top of the astrology tower,

"... Teacher Koshava."

Jonah opened his eyes in disbelief,

The blue-robed mage in the enemy’s reinforcements is the master of the astrological tower in the plains of red soil, Koshava, the seventh-level astrologer,