The Wizard World: 515 The world is so beautiful …. 2

Somewhere on the border of Leighton Heights

The heavy white snow is falling down like feathers, stacked on the ground, layer by layer, showing no sign of melting.

On the white snow, there are scarlet **** corpse stumps everywhere, white stained red.

In the middle of the corpse, two opposing figures are standing panting, one is a handsome man with a black body, the other is wearing a blood-red robe, short in size, and lingering in red blood.

"Turin, do you have any last words to leave?" The **** figure sneered.

"Last words?" The black man raised his head, revealing Turin's handsome and demon face.

In the gloomy gray sky, large groups of black and white dots are colliding with each other, and from time to time, bursts of self-destructing vibrations are heard. That's the Alliance's White-Armored Bird and the Black Witch's Flying Dragon and Black Hawk.

From a distance, it's just a small dot of sesame dots. In fact, it's a giant beast with each head more than three meters high. Is a veritable war weapon.

Turin didn't care if Bedulia in front of him would attack, looking up at the sky silently.

"Bedonia, the blood, you will just ambush my elite team here. Someone should have disclosed the information to you, right?" He said slowly.

"You're delaying time? It's no use. The Alliance forces here have retreated. This area is now within the scope of my black witch tower." Bedolia's scarlet eyes are like two clots of blood, blood around him. The light grew thicker. "The more you delay, when my people arrive, you won't even have a last chance."

"So what?" Turin smiled softly. "Are you hurt less than me? Did you feel good about the Sith Rune just now?"

"It only takes a few days for my eyes to recover, or it's not difficult to change a pair of eyes directly." Bedoria shouted coldly during the interview. "Although it's not clear what you're delaying, but in any case, you have no chance."

"Come on and kill me, then," Turin said lightly, arms open, unarmed. "I have lived for more than 500 years, and I am almost tired."

The more he did, the more he did not dare to act rashly. This was just two consecutive times. He was taken by Turin with that so-called Sith rune, and his soul was drawn twice at the moment of attack, and one eye was lost at a time. Now his eyesight is blind. Although mental vision is used instead of vision, his strength is really greatly affected.

Now this guy is here again. He immediately hesitated. Before we can figure out what the Sith Rune is and how it works. He didn't dare to act lightly.

And now that he sees Turin in this action position, he also feels a little hairy.

"Turin, you and I were once the characters of the era, you have no need to bury yourself for hundreds of years of hard work for so-called false peace! Come here. With the powerful black witch tower, with your strength You will never be on the ground floor. It's much better than the situation of howling and dying now. To kill for those disgusting, hypocritical and dirty things, is this your true will? "

Turin laughed.

"In the beginning, I suggested that the leader kill you directly. Unfortunately, the leader did n’t listen to me. Otherwise, I still got you talking. Unfortunately, Laila took some people to the ground. Really decided to follow the leader Together, there is only one of me. Otherwise, how can the situation develop to this state? "

"Just for a visionary vision? The future has countless branches, Turin. The power of the clang is strong enough to influence the future." Bedoria said coldly.

"Maybe, since I decided to follow the original leader from the beginning, I have not regretted it. Since it is decided, regret is a waste of time. No matter what the outcome is, I decide for myself. You must have the awareness of bearing the consequences of this decision . "Turin's face was slightly confused, and it seemed to recall something, and there was a tenderness in his eyes. "When my sister told me this sentence before she died, I have decided not to regret it."

In the snow, not far away, there were faint rushing footsteps and beasts roaring.

Turin smiled. Slowly pull a curved silver blue-edged dagger from your thigh. There was a touch of calmness and ease on his face.

"Bedoria, you'll see me soon ... the boss won't be that simple." He said meaningfully.

I don't know why. Bedola suddenly felt a little cold.

"Damn! Kill me!" he growled.

A large group of dark armored wizards behind them rode around the beast, and their eyes shone with red blood.

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Gap between the fairies

The towering brown giant tree stands in the center of the gap world.

The huge dark green canopy is flowing white water. Just like a white horse training, one horse vertically flows into the abyss below the giant tree.

The currents meander from deep in the leaves and branches. Can not see the source, as if the giant tree itself secreted fluid. Some water fell down the gap between the branches and sputtered a white mist.

The air is humid and cold, and occasionally there are crisp bird calls from the tree branches. Several little black **** chase around the giant tree.

Everything seems very quiet and peaceful.

The giant trees are covered with dense brown wooden windowsills. One of them is in front of a round arched window sill.

An old silver bat is quietly gathering its wings and standing on the windowsill, looking at the quiet forest around.

"Teacher, here is the reply from Minister Cardivan." In the study behind the old bat, a swollen yellow egg lifted his glasses and sank.

This egg is the size of a palm, has limbs and a human face, and wears a pair of golden glasses. Standing on the desk, with a white paper under his feet.

"Receive it," the old bat said lightly.

"Yes." Brother Egg nodded, his whole body shaking.

As the voice just came down, the blank scroll of paper he stepped on suddenly appeared automatically.

Kick the egg on one foot, and immediately kick the file out, the old bat on the window scent.

The old bat lifts its wings and catches the file easily. I glanced in front of my eyes, and my complexion was hard to look.

"Sure enough ...." He sighed, and the documents in his hand were automated as silver dots disappeared. "I originally disapproved of this war, not the strong support of the old undead of the White Witch Tower, and we will not fall into this embarrassing situation. Now the situation is completely in the hands of those dukes. Our witches have almost no command Right. "

"What are you worried about?" The egg mirror flashed a cold light. "The arrival of the King of Dreams is a fact, and the Alliance cannot stop us."

"I don't know why, we have deviated from the original purpose. At first, it was just a purpose to return to the wizarding world." The old bat said calmly, "Since when the imperial wizards have begun to suffer from goblin The influence of the kings has lost their own heart. "

"Teacher, you are always so kind. The Minister of Reform has seized you an upper hand this time, and you have no plans to fight back?" Egg asked.

"Fight back?" The old bat turned around and smiled. The bat's smile looked a little sneer. "I have submitted a letter of intent to the empire. Anyway, I have been cleaned."

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At the Altar of the Highland Lord

A grey giant bird and two other powerful and terrifying silhouettes hover in the grey sky.

The three are facing a semi-circular white altar on the ground, haunted by pale golden scary transparent ripples.

All golden ripples are concentrated on the golden giant bird, quickly condensing into a golden crown on its head.

The giant bird has four wings on its back, with a white line on its back to the top of its head.

The most weird thing is that the black shadow cast by the golden giant bird on the ground is actually not a bird, but a puppet monster similar to a flying dragon.

"Prince Demon Dragon, I didn't expect that you were really the Prince of Demon Dragon."

On the white altar on the ground, three tall black shadows stand with their hands.

A noble dressed man standing in the middle, wearing a white waist-length long wig, arms, thighs and chest bulging high, as if the black and gorgeous aristocratic service would be broken at any time.

The man is over four meters tall, and the clothes on his body feel like a black trench coat. The clothes hang down behind his knees, and he also wears silver lace.

"The first time I met, I was the Duke of Misty, and now the commander of the Black Witch Tower Army."

The white altar behind him is semicircular, with five petal marks evenly arranged on it. Arranged in a fan shape.

Three of the marks have been illuminated with blue fluorescence.

"Three of the five sub-altars have been prepared. There are two legion guards around me. You are no longer depressed, Demon Dragon," said the Duke of Mischief lightly.

"Opportunity?" The golden bird in the air laughed, his voice sounded like a sharp woman. "Isn't there two more that haven't been activated? This is enough time. All the low-level beings around have been expelled and left. Now let's see if the three of you are strong or the three of us win."

"I'd like to see what the legendary horror dragons have in fact!" Smith sneered, drew a pair of black leather gloves, and slowly put them on.

A giant white snake composed of white smoke slowly emerged from his back. The white snake hissed quickly to coil Mies, and looked up at the giant bird in the sky.

"Mystery, undead smoke!" Mies sighed, the white smoke snake suddenly swelled, and quickly grew from the original one-meter diameter to two meters, three meters, ten meters, twenty meters! !!

Until thirty meters in diameter and hundreds of meters in length, the giant snake body completely protected the entire altar around it, and then stopped growing and expanding.

The other two legionnaires stared at each other, and flew out at the same time, turning into two black lines, piercing the giant birds in the sky. There was a wailing wailing before the beast was dying in the air.