The Crystal Palace Of Heaven

The first snow in 1228 ... Well, it was actually the Nth snow, but it was still much colder than ever.

At four o'clock in the morning on November 27, a member of the Federal "Legal Government" Emergency Committee, (theoretically) Marshal Kyle Mencius, the national defense chairman who holds the national military power, was suddenly cold and cold Awake.

As the legendary spellcaster who has crossed the gate of the Tao and reached the side of truth, the so-called cold and heat are really unclear to him. Of course he can feel the slightest temperature changes, but this extraordinary perception does not bring any negative effects on himself, let alone the uncomfortable feeling of the present.

Is this because of opening an enhanced version of the fortress in the cloud to overuse yourself, or do you know that all your actions are dying, and you are finally dead?

Marshal Kyle Mencius laughed bitterly. He knew that the essence of spellcasting was to interfere with reality with spirit. It sounded quite extraordinary, but it was a group of hypocritical "subjective idealists". Of course their mental state will also be reflected on the body. Now my mentality is very negative, and of course my body will be affected in the same way.

However, it ’s not negative! You said that a magician of my knowledge alliance, a follower of Arcane truth, and a believer in the sky goddess, how did he use the plague king? As a result, the group of old men had to say that the organization had researched and decided that it was up to you to open the fortress in the cloud and reach the rebels' march route.

Huh, who is the rebel?

By comparison, the joy of being recognized by the ancient lord Battle Banner has long since disappeared.

Just after the curtain of the big tent was opened by Marshal Mensius, he felt a breath of air coming into his heart. Looking outside, the downpour of snow like goose feathers fell from the sky, and the ground was already covered with a pale, palpable heart.

The Field Marshal ’s chief adjutant, Colonel Giessen Yumir, stepped forward and showed a worried look.

"Principal, you have rested for less than two hours ..."

"Enough. This kind of place is not available for rest." Field Marshal Mencius looked at the heavy snow around him: "Has the soldiers' winter clothes been sent out yet?"

"It was all sent out last night. I stared at it personally. Both the soldiers and the guards of the Guards had their hands, and the brave army was a bit ..."

Why not send it? The marshal who was in a bad mood wanted to growl, but as soon as his anger surged into his throat, he turned into a heavy sigh.

At present, the sources of the sectarian army are very mixed, and in order to ensure a minimum degree of organization, Marshal Mensius did not do anything for several months, and he still put a lot of effort into the organization of the army.

The first and second legions that had surrendered were originally the so-called "Imperial Guards" of the Federation. Although the officers changed a large part of their fighting power and fighting spirit, it was really doubtful, but they were also the most capable troops under the regime of the portal. There is no need for major surgery. As for the guarding private soldiers of the major nobles, they disrupted the original formation and reorganized it into a 10,000-man full-fledged army, known as the "guards"; although this group of goods is also a crowd of people, but it is also a profession. Warriors, fighting alone are still pretty good, and now they have the most basic organization, it should still be worthy of a battle. As for the larger number, the strong men who were almost dragged by the aristocratic nobility from their own territory to the coercion and temptation were also separately formed into an army, known as the "heroic army."

At a glance, you know who is the stepmother. Anyone above didn't expect them to be "heroic", and of course the treatment was the worst. Eliashar lacks food. This is no longer news. In fact, they lack iron, charcoal and cloth, and lack all the strategies and living supplies. Winter clothes are naturally among them. The Emergency Committee finally lost all food and began to collect a large amount of emergency supplies for ordinary citizens. They dug up and sold the fat (meow) times of the ancestors of the common people's home, and finally got a batch of cold supplies. But even this is definitely not enough for everyone. Therefore, the grand heroes who do n’t love the uncle and unloved heroes can only be the ones that “work hard to overcome”.

Seeing the Marshal ’s face was quite ugly, Colonel Umir hurriedly said: "But the rations have been delivered. According to your request, everyone should have supper and meals. Well, even the soldiers of the brave army There is a bowl of broth and a glass of ale, which I also stared at.

Marshal Mencius nodded slightly. He tightened the cloak handed by the contingent of soldiers, and walked toward the small hill behind the camp. The adjutants and guards hurried to follow.

The marshal's big account was about two or three hundred meters away from the hill behind him, and the camp was full of encampments along the way. However, these tents look quite elegant, all kinds of flags are floating outside, and the guards standing outside are also wearing bright armor, strong and powerful. Obviously, this is the residence of noble officers from all walks of life. This is understandable. The brothers and sisters of the big family are on the battlefield, and they do not stay in the safest place (in their imagination). Where can they stay?

However, only three or five hundred meters long and ten minutes away, Marshal Mencius saw dozens of unfired bonfires and a mess of leftovers around him. The smell of wine and the smell of cold meat, accompanied by a small amount of fat powder aroma, gathered into a cowardly and dejected atmosphere, haunting here.

Field Marshal Mencius stood still and said blankly: "Let Sunos run to see me!"

Lieutenant General Desen Sunos is a cousin of the Kellingels family and a general military judge. Colonel Umir shook an agitated spirit, quickly stood upright, and ran away.

The marshal then moved on. He stepped on the layer of snow that had been paved, accompanied by the endless "crunchy" sound, and finally came to the foot of the mountain.

The garrison at the foot of the mountain seemed much more intrepid than the noble children in the camp who were unable to support the walls and their bodyguards like peacocks. Facing the heavy snow of the goose feathers, they were still standing in armor, standing in front of the mountain road with their spears in hand. At first glance, they were the soldiers who were determined and fearless.

However, can such a soldier find 1,000 in this 70,000-strong army?

Mencius began to climb the mountain while thinking this way. In his sight, the halo of magic became brighter, and the restlessness of the elements almost formed a heat wave-like stagnation in the air. When he came to the top of the mountain, it was a huge circular magic array that almost covered the entire flat mountain.

A caster sits on each of the sixteen star positions outside the magic circle, and a magical wooden stick is inserted in the central star point of the magic-oriented collection. And just above the staff, there was something like a celestial globe floating in mid-air, the black orbit wrapped around a shadow inside, and the disk was spinning.

Mencius observed that there was nothing wrong with the rotation of the magic circle, and then he walked towards the most magnificent and elaborate, and the oldest mage.

"Don't be so careful, I will stare at them all night, there will be no problem." The old mage slowly lifted the jeweled gold wine glass to Mensius, and poured a full glass of spirits in one bite. .

The Marshal twitched his nose and distinguished it from the subtle odor, which was considered to be one of the strongest spirits. The rum that the pirate seamen like and the rock wine that the dwarf miners are keen on are all younger brothers in front of it. Usually, they are brainwashed by the dead players who put their heads on their waistbands.

It ’s impossible to rest assured that you are a pie of drinking! Field Marshal Menthus thought, if it was n’t long for you to know that you ’re all of these virtues, the more you drink, the clearer your brain is, and the inspection of the magic circle just now found nothing. I ’ve already hit your head with a fireball .

The mage is of course entering the twilight years. His blue eyes are approaching indefinitely toward the decadent gray. The wrinkled old face is thin and unhealthy, and the cheekbones are quite protruding. His face was unnaturally waxy yellow, with obvious dark brown senile spots, coupled with a messy white beard, and it was a skewer of alcohol in the late stage of alcoholism.

In this way, such an old man with the word "mourning" in his form of behavior, even with a gorgeous and elegant robe, does not have any mysterious and cold caster temperament at all. It is more like a stolen costume. The old beggar who spent the winter in the alley. However, even such an old drunkard who seems to be drunk and never able to get up at any time, others can't ignore the silver heather crest on his shirt and the magic flowing on the silver robe Halo.

These two points alone are enough to prove his identity-the silver robe he is wearing is the heirloom treasure of the famous Avant family, which has passed on the silver for more than a thousand years in their family. Lan Fa robe. As for himself, it is only possible to be the patriarch of the Avant family, and there is Master Vannon Avant, the most famous name of the "Painting Master", on the road.

The Avant family was originally a family that was quite good at drawing arrays. In the heyday, if the spellcaster of the Learning Alliance did not have a scroll made by members of the Avant family, you would be embarrassed to say that you are an elite. To put it bluntly, in the magical prop market around the world, Apster represents mass consumption, and the Avant family almost monopolized the elite market.

And Master Vannon himself is the best in the family. The so-called "Painting Master" title is precisely the greatest praise for his skill in the formation-does not mean that there is only the wrong name in the world, but there must be no wrong nickname?

However, such prestige is only more than forty years ago. The public has not heard from him for quite a long time, and even the prestigious Avant family has disappeared on the world stage for a long time.

Of course, Marshal Mencius is not a "popular", and he knows very well the strength of this old man who may hang up at any time. However, he still confirmed the operation of the circle again, and finally he was relieved.

Master Walloon certainly knew what the other party was doing, but he didn't talk about it. He just laughed lukewarmly and poured himself a glass of wine.

Marshal Mensius said: "I need at least the fortress in the cloud to persist for more than a month, so I have worked hard for you."

"No hard work, the battle flag responds to your call, and you are the one who successfully merged the power of the glorious artifact and the dark sky. I am only responsible for drawing this magic circle, and then sitting here to convey the magic point to maintain its existence. That's right. It's you who, while confronting the genius kid of the Orusello family on the front line, while distractingly observing the operation of the circle, has to discipline our waste-like offspring, that is the real hard work. "

Speaking of which, the old mage looked at Monsieur sympathetically and poured himself another glass of wine.

This time he didn't drink it all. After a few tastings, he said: "It's just that you have to know that even if you fight my old life and keep it for two or three months, you can't hurt the outside. That genius kid can't change anything, and we can't change our current situation of near despair. "

"I understand." Marshal Mensius nodded.

"Of course, the people of Elixir are starving now, but if they are dragged on for another month or two, the citizens of Elixir may starve to death, and most of them will die. Are you sure what this means? Right? "

"Of course I am sure, Master."

"Uh, huh, your father-in-law Lukar is a confused egg. Our gang of killers are all a bunch of confused eggs. Gold looks smart, but he is the most confused. I always thought you, Kyle, would it be a rare smart man, but why is it so confusing? Just to repay Lukar? "

"My biological father was a soldier, and I died in battle when I was very young. Although there was a biological father's pension and the care of elders in the family, I would not be able to enter the Central Academy of Magic and Dugoku Military Academy without the help of my father's parents. , And the official career is smooth. I do n’t deny that my father is indeed the first person to let me feel my father ’s love. In addition, I am also a soldier, anyway, since I have decided my loyalty, I must execute them. The command."

"Their wrong order has lost the 100,000 army ... Of course, the most important thing is the fool of Drake Orientian. Haha, the 100,000 army collapsed in less than a day. It was 100,000 pigs, then The kid can't catch it all day! "

Field Marshal Mencius felt that the other party was clearly scolding himself, and could not help but laugh bitterly: "I agreed to his plan. I was also responsible for the fiasco."

"In addition, O'Villia's grandson also took more than 10,000 people out there? You have urged them to come back and you will meet again, but they are all dead, this situation ..."

"Without 15,000 people from Dumbledore and Rudolph, the formation was indeed a little hurried, but it could still be overcome." Mencius suddenly interrupted the other party: "It's you, the master, who has been reclusive. For more than forty years, I thought it would be impossible for you to let worldly things disturb you. It is always impossible, also for revenge? "

The old mage raised his glass and glanced at the other person with a dim eye, and grinned: "Hehehe ... you are such a disgusting kid, Kyle. I am also the owner of the Avant family anyway. Katong ’s waste is better. Two thousand years ago, Vilambat, Dandy Laine, and Kellingers did not exist, but Ovante already existed. It ’s just that now, apart from the Ovante family, I, there are only a few juniors who have no talent to cast spells. "

Kyle Mencius slowly looked away, and didn't seem to want to face each other's expressions at this time.

"Two of my elder brothers and an older sister died in the hands of Orusello Belencaster, while my younger brother was beaten by Drenthe Tarros and crippled and died a few years later. The cartographer family has since collapsed and almost died, do you think I should go to revenge? Ha ha ha, no matter whether it is the law or the universal moral concept, my brother and sister do n’t deserve it? "Vannon · Avante's mouth grew wider and wider, revealing a frantic and morbid smile, brilliant and terrifying.

"Kyle, it's not because of how noble I am, but because I'm simple and courageous, I didn't participate in the 'games' of my brothers and sisters. This is why they were killed by Orusello. But because of this, I I still remember the scene at that time. So, I clearly crossed the door fifteen years ago, but as soon as I thought that I might face Orusseau, UU read www.uukanshu.com and immediately lost his spirit. What. Revenge ... hehe, I dare not even imagine fighting with him, and what qualifications are there to talk about it? "

So, this is why you have already made a legend, but you have not notified the Learning Alliance or applied for the title of "Great Magister".

"I have long let the remaining juniors of my family sell all their property and go into seclusion in Niosfia. The Avant family may still exist in the future, but as the family of cartographers of the Afar family is It is destined to be extinct, and all the families of Austrian law cannot escape this fate. Kyle, admit this. But since we have existed vigorously, how can we be reconciled if we do not die vigorously? Shen Bing, you, your father-in-law, or Gold and Ovelia, who do n’t know what intrigues are doing, are all unwilling because of this! We want to perish vigorously. That's it. "

After saying this, Vannon Avant put away his greasy and ghostly smile, and the feverish flush and anger disappeared, and once again became the old beggar who would die of alcoholism at any time. He slowly poured himself another glass of wine, and whispered: "Go do your favors. Kyle, Oulusello's little guy won't be silly to wait, you have to bring your crowd of people together to face him. The iron army that conquered Orgrimmar. As for me ... There will never be any loss of the fortress in the cloud until I become a corpse. "