The Black Scepter

> "It's still hard to breathe."

Varian looked at the setting sun that was about to fall in the distance. He skimmed his mouth, took a bite of dry bread, opened his mouth and poured a sip of water, and at this time, there was a little child beside him.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he was wearing dirty clothes that could no longer be dirty, and his hair was dark brown. He was tangled together greasyly without taking a bath for a long time, but his eyes were very clear.

He followed this old man with his feet deep and shallow, keeping up with the speed of the old man. When he saw him eating bread, he immediately shouted, "I waited a few days after hearing the news of your departure. It’s been a month, so I don’t want to say a few more words?”

It is estimated that only Vinoan’s grandson Minos, who was once the golden generation of the Kanzanas family, can speak to the old man like this. Nowadays, the powerful Varian has seen many descendants of the family, ghosts? For the Kanzanas family, there is no shortage of them. At the age of 20, the noble leaders of the various empire of the mainland may be undergoing hardship training to sharpen their minds under the border or in harsh environments. What do you face?

On the other side of the eastern waters of Byzantium, the uninhabited mountain range in the northernmost part of Osgilia faces the dragon.

There are Yalongs and pure-blooded dragons. In short, only those who come out alive carrying a dragon skeleton in that mountain range can become officially respected family members after the age of twenty.

Who dares to say that a member of Consanos who has passed this test is not a ghost?

At the moment, Minos, who was just sixteen years old, is the most formal member of this horrible family at present-that is, at the moment, behind Varian, he is like a little beggar to eat bread Guy, is a brave man who has already walked out of that giant mountain.

And, when he walked out of the mountain, he held a dragon crystal in his hand.

"What's the use of coming to see me specifically, I don't want to carry a burden."

Even though Varian said so, he threw a half of the cake back, and the little beggar behind him cleverly caught it, and swallowed his stomach with a few mouthfuls.

"I will restrain myself, Grandpa Varian!"

"The Consanas family hasn't been the one who put the word "restraint" in my heart. I don't have it, neither will you."

The old man stopped, stretched his waist, looked around at the desolate wilderness, and continued: "Since it's here, let's do something that your juniors should do, and stay here today."

"okay--"

Minoos, in a ragged and cheerful manner, disappeared into the darkness, stomping away in a blink of an eye.

"This kid."

Varian certainly knows that most children in this family who currently recognize strength are the most promising to compete for the next head of the family-although there is still a distance from that height, if the current progress is maintained, there should be no problem in thirty years.

This old man sitting on the grass is not the head of the Consanas family, the current family is his son, he abdicated from the position of the head of the family thirty years ago, but the resources in his hands are far more abundant than before. For the elderly who have experienced countless winds and rains, the present day is tantamount to "retirement", which is much more leisurely than the **** rains of decades ago.

Why did you come to Balice? This may be a secret of the creed. Large organizations now have some minor problems. Like most organizations that have existed for a long time, as time goes by, the interior has inevitably rotted and deteriorated like long-standing fruits— — The use of power for personal gain and secret trading, these things are already unspoken facts within the creed, and to deal with these, Varian just smiled and decided to solve it in the most fundamental way.

"The trouble is the trouble after all."

The old man thumped his leg gently and took a cigarette bag from his waist. His fingers lightly pressed the tobacco, the smoke rose, and the other hand had a dark emblem.

A family insignia, the pattern of purple irises looming.

Murphy will never think that his territory has suffered a great crisis at this moment.

The letter he left was for Green Eye Ashkandi, which asked her to hand over the command to Knight Brown, who had been fighting for many years, and handed over several cursed magic scrolls she left to the family magician. Murphys has reason to believe that this is enough to withstand all armies within 30,000, because none of those reels are rated below 57, and some can even directly destroy a territory.

Even if it is released by a level or level magister, the power is not to be underestimated.

The letter that Murphys left on the top of the bookshelf was prepared for the red queen who might appear. The position of the chief consul was given to her, which was short enough to allow the night watchman to have a strong backbone and stabilize.

But the facts are often cruel to make Murphy's beautiful ideas come to naught. Murphy, who is "refuge" in the valley of seven elven villages, does not know that the Lampard territory has changed the Lord for the black man who has guarded him for a long time Eye Ashkandi, and the boss behind the creed is marching towards his own territory with a boy with unimaginable strength, not to know that 15,000 soldiers have already eaten up the Lampard leader map for five fifths. One, a group of family mages set up their own laboratories regardless of the flames of war outside.

And his current physical condition is more and more unstable. Cold sweat keeps coming out of his forehead. After the nightmare, the bitter cold from behind makes his body weaker.

The sound beside his ears made him unprecedentedly irritable, and even Sunderland's words sometimes needed to be repeated twice to be heard clearly.

"boom!"

The habitual earthquake struck again, and the sword masters raised their shields to look at the surrounding cliffs, looking grim.

According to the results of Sunderland's inquiry, this "refuge" was also very sudden for the elves, because the two migrations were so close that they never appeared in the history of the night elves living here.

The so-called migration is actually the customary action of the group of animals occupying the middle of the food chain in this dark forest. In this world where there is only a glimmer of light, the plants growing on the ground are not "wild grass", but a kind of moss-like The low-growing plants have a short growth cycle. For the amazing number of Warcraft who feed on them, after eating a region of food, they need to collectively move to the next region, and when this group of creatures will take the entire second After the world has eaten in a circle, new plants will grow back on the ground that has been eaten the earliest.

Of course, this delicate balance can be described as simple as a few words. The elves never hunt these warcrafts because their meat is inedible, and the herd is not only a grass-eating warcraft passing the elves’ villages. The predators that appeared together were the reason for the elves to evade. At this moment, the seven elf tribes and more than three thousand elves came together in a valley with a lot of high terrain, similar in structure to narrow The mouth bottle has a small entrance and a large internal space.

And, there is no second exit.

Murphy had been unable to think about this place that was not right, and even fell into a state of unconsciousness. Following the team all the way without saying a few words was already the result of his strong support.

The night elves’ seven night elf tribal elders and Sunderland had a brief meeting. They were all old and speechless, and they were all males without exception. For Murphy’s “outsiders” There were three elders among them who didn't seem to welcome them. There were only a few unpleasant replies and irritations that left Sunderland's friendly greetings.

"The situation has changed."

After returning to the team, Sunderland frowned after releasing a major reconnaissance, and suddenly stood up and said to Murphy, "The herd's trajectory changed, and the direction suddenly changed to here, we--"

"Woo--"

The words of the Grand Magister were interrupted by the sound of the elf's horn, and obviously the same situation was also noticed by the elf!

Murphy looked at Sunderland confused, as if still pondering the meaning of his words. It was only three seconds later that he shook his head violently and got up weakly, saying: "Prepare to fight, don't be so unclear. Die here."

At this moment, there were already more than fifty or sixty elf warriors holding short bows standing at the commanding heights in the distance. All the night elves in the whole valley responded to the challenge, and the combined fighting power actually exceeded 700. Both men and women elves , Everyone held a short bow, all aimed at Taniguchi!

"The battle command is given to you."

Murphy was pale at the moment, and Sunderland was suddenly shocked. He had been busy negotiating with the night elves before he noticed that the real leader of the team was abnormal, but in this case he had no choice but to nod. Take the team forward.

Murphy was uneasy in his heart-from contact with these elves to the present, he was inexplicably like a grasshopper tied to a rope with the other party, and was passive from beginning to end, as if an invisible net was gradually closing. Just the same...

He suddenly raised his head, looked at the top of his head, and then looked at the surrounding valleys, and suddenly there was a sense of trapping!

Why is this happening?

His fingers involuntarily touched the scepter behind him-very reluctant to admit that he really had a fear of what was behind the scepter.

It is not realistic to rely on more than three thousand elves to resist the thousands of manic Warcraft swarming outside, because Sunderland has already said that those Warcraft have the highest level and even have a dominance level, and the average strength is even more related to the iv class. Those are comparable!

Sunderland's wand slammed, and the distant valley exploded with some dazzling lights. This remote lighting technique instantly showed the countless huge warcrafts-most of them were huge, and they stormed densely towards the ground. In the shock, everyone in the valley is facing the disaster of extinction!

At the next moment, Sunderland first released the large-scale spell he released after ten seconds of recitation.

The narrow ground at the exit of the valley suddenly saw a bulge.

It seems as if something grows under the ground~www.novelmtl.com~ A huge column of earth elements first stretched out towards the sky, more than three meters in diameter, and continued to wave with Sunderland's wand, in the second The roots, the third and more than fifty elemental pillars rose one after another from the ground, and then firmly blocked the entrance of the whole valley!

In a short time, only the sound of breathing remained in the valley.

And this is not the end. Sunderland turned to the five masters behind him and said, "Stable."

The dazzling yellow light flashed as the five family magicians cast their spells, and the entire earth element stone pillars were completely linked and bonded together.

What surprised Sunderland was that the elves of the night elves also stood up at the same time, with a pale green light on their palms. As their unknown spells were recited, the mouth of the valley that had been blocked was less than a minute. During the period of time, dense thorns and vines grew, and once again reinforced this huge wall over 30 meters high.

"Boom!"

All this has just ended, a huge impact sound came from the other end of the wall, followed by countless similar muffled sounds!