Soul of Burning Steel

Just as Nostradamus stepped out and passed through the faint blue door of space-time, he immediately felt that his body was transformed into an indescribable strange existence between soul and matter. Following the guidance of the spell rune, the old mage simply stepped across the gap between the world and the world and came to the other side of the door.

The powerful soul of the 【Extreme Meaning of the Soul】class allows Nostradamus to see many things that other people can’t see. In a glimpse of passing through the crevices of the world, he saw it, near his destination, indeed There is a small space-time narrow passage that is slowly expanding, and the majestic chaotic aura surges, seeming to want to open a hole in the barrier of the world again.

——At this speed, it will probably take more than a month before the time-space gate will reopen, so there is no rush.

Nostradamus estimated in his heart, at the same time, his body completely passed through the faint blue door, and his feet were already standing on the white ice and snow.

At the moment when the teleportation was over, the old mage covered his forehead. While maintaining his balance, he also suppressed the spinning dizziness in his mind. The white-haired elder couldn't help sighing, "No matter how many times or not. How to get used to... It seems that as long as you are still human, you can't endure the sense of confusion brought about by teleportation."

After he finished speaking, he looked around, and the silver-covered mountains and forests came into view. The overcast clouds also blocked the brilliance of the bimonthly. Nostradamus straightened his glasses and looked at the surrounding situation: " Speaking of it, it's really been a long time since I came here. The last time I came to Northland, it seems to be more than 20 years ago... So where is this?"

Due to the inevitable interference of natural factors, the old mage's time-space door opened a bit crooked. He did not come to the destination he expected, which was the Black Forest fortress led by Moldova, but appeared in a strange place.

He looked up at the sky and determined the trajectory of the moon and clouds. After that, he observed the sight of the mountains in the distance. Nostradamus thoughtfully said: "The crooked one is too far away, and it actually teleported to Da'ang. The north of the Aspen Mountains...There are too many time-space narrow roads here, even if it is me, it is a bit difficult to carry out coordinateless fixed-point teleportation."

"Fly over."

After deciding the next course of action, he determined the direction again with magic techniques. Nostradamus nodded, then stretched out his left hand with two cyan magic rings and pressed it towards the void.

In an instant, the magical power surged and the elements were tumbling. The extremely cold wind from the north was lightly imperial in the twinkling brilliance of the two magic rings. Atmosphere and gravity were evacuated under the power of the spell, and the invisible power turned into a rotating one. The magnificent array, condensed into a flying carpet, appeared under the old mage, and then lifted it into the sky.

"Since it is teleported to the north of the Northland, there is no need to rush to it directly... I am still more interested in the Joshua from Radcliffe's house than to seal the gate of time and space right away."

Nostradamus, who was wrapped in magic and rose to a height of several thousand meters, has already passed through the clouds and once again saw the bright double moon. Standing in the void, he muttered: "With one's own power, destroy The gate of time and space... is incredible."

This is not a fuss about the old mage. It should be noted that no matter what kind of space-time gate, its structure is complicated, and the nodes are hidden deep, it is by no means an ordinary person can observe at will, a new and unknown large-scale space-time gate, promise Chathamas admitted that even he would not be able to resolve the time and space gates in a few hours, let alone do such things in battle.

But facts speak louder than words. Whether the old mage believes it or not, there is indeed a warrior. He saw through all the magic nodes in an unknown time-space gate within a few minutes of the battle, and less than five minutes later. Within a period of time, they were all smashed-this is not a fantasy, but a reality that happened not long ago.

"Every time I hear this kind of news, I always feel that I am really old..."

With a sigh, Nostradamus was riding on the icy wind and magic power, sitting on the magical flying carpet, in the clouds, he began to pass through the Great Aeas Mountains at an unhurried speed.

Time slowly passed, and it is now 832 years after the star falls, January 5th.

Nostradamus has come to the southern part of the Great Aas Mountains, in the territory of Moldavia.

In the past few days, the old mage has crossed several black forests and secret realms in the Northland. The thick residual atmosphere of chaos made him frown. This kind of annoying pollution becomes more serious as it approaches the southeast, even if it is two. After more than a week, those chaotic forces like gray mist still have not dissipated, and there are still considerable remnants.

"This amount is really not trivial, and the speed of transmission is too fast. Fortunately, the time-space gate was destroyed in time, otherwise the entire Northland would fall into chaos..."

Staying over a small piece of black forest in Moldavia, Nostradamus collected some chaotic auras. He shook his head and sighed: "There is no way for the holy mountain to send a large number of people to purify this place for the time being. When it arrives, the ice and snow are unblocked, and the chaotic aura seeps into the earth. It will be very troublesome to clean up at that time.

Thinking about the follow-up processing of the chaotic power, the white-haired mage has already arrived in the snowy field around the main city of Moldavia. From high in the sky, Nostradamus can vaguely see the huge black wall in the distance.

But just when he was about to start descending and went to visit the new Guardian of Chaos in the main city, and miraculously destroyed the young warrior of the time-space gate, Nostradamus suddenly frowned, not paying attention to the main city, but Looking down at the snowy field below him.

In the magical perspective of Master Ji Yi, two huge whirlpools suddenly appeared on the originally white snowfield, and two extremely shocking and terrifying vindictive auras were condensing on this land.

"what……"

In a low voice, Nostradamus stopped all his actions. He hid his figure among the high-altitude clouds, then released spells to detect the situation below.

On the snow-covered land, in the center of the snowfield, there is a tall man wearing a black leather jacket standing in the center of the red whirlpool. Next to him is a silver-haired girl. The two seem to be waiting for someone, while the other is driving. With a dark blue bucket stream light, he hurried in this direction.

The waiting soldier is tall, with solid muscles, and can even hold up his leather jacket tightly. It can be seen from the naked body that he has tempered every tendon to the extreme. The life force surging like a river circulates in this soldier's body, making every heartbeat he weighs extremely heavy and shocking.

In terms of appearance alone, this soldier is not bad, and even has a hint of hard-line beauty, but in his calm face, there is a fear that makes one's heart horrible, as if he will choose someone in the next moment. breath.

As for the person who was running, there was no aura leaking out of his body, even if it was a violent qi, the whole body was full of soul light, and the whole person seemed to be non-existent, making it impossible to lock in with the spirit.

"Brandon..."

Nostradamus, as an old friend of the contemporary patriarch of the Kaos family~www.novelmtl.com~, naturally knew his son, the genius swordsman in the mage family. And Brandon’s performance today has indeed not discredited his reputation. The white-haired mage is sure that, from the perspective of his aura, this handsome, blond swordsman has now completely mastered his soul’s glory, and is ready for future advancement. The cornerstone of the order [Soul Zhiyi].

But even so, he was still vaguely overwhelmed by the tall warrior.

With the strength of Zhiyi Mage, Nostradamus can naturally see why this is.

The traits contained in the fighting spirit of the two are similar, but completely different wills-under the dark blue fighting spirit of the blond swordsman, it is sacred and holy, vowing to wipe out all evil and impure things, and the dark light In the warrior's red anger, there was an extremely ferocious, black wave that only existed for combat destruction.

If Brandon is an imperial double sword and grudge sword master, then the warrior standing in the middle of the snowy field is the **** of steel bathed in blood and fire!

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