Lord of the Silver Crow

Friesen frowned slightly.

He saw Cliff and Savannah walk out of the castle, out of the castle of the Earl of Gale.

But how long did it take for the two to go in?

Why did the two go to Earl Gale's castle?

Such a short time, for what?

Friesen didn't feel right.

For what?

The family deliberately dismissed the reformed knights who were guarding, and let the two leave the family.

One by one may flash in his mind, but there is not enough evidence, and he cannot confirm it.

However, he had to keep up.

Silently looking at the direction the two of them were heading after leaving the castle, the wind swirled around him like a living thing, so that he would not leave a trace in the wind.

In the next moment, he flew out from where he was, and chased in the direction the two left.

And as he gradually moved away from Felek Castle, an imperceptible darkness began to spread slowly from the center of the castle.

In the silent wind, there was a little haziness.

It was also at this time that Friesen, who was chasing the two of them, stopped suddenly.

On the mountain range in front, a silver, narrow and long track like a river appeared.

Almost the moment he noticed the silver starlight, Friesen felt a sense of suffocation.

It's like being drowned in a bottomless sea.

But instead of an ocean of water, it's a different kind.

Something he couldn't quite figure out.

An ocean of things that don't exist.

However, this kind of thing that should not exist and cannot be directly perceived can suffocate him.

Just observing, just trying to perceive, gave him such a sense of suffocation, as if something like a snake wrapped around his body and around his neck.

In front of this thing, I am extremely vulnerable.

There is no slightest ability to resist.

He only felt this feeling when a great wizard unfolded the mirror world.

But now, he just encountered this situation through the behavior of observation.

However, soon, that starlight streaked across the sky.

In the eyes of others, it was very fast, but for Friesen, it took an unknown amount of time, and it almost made him crazy.

Everything is hazy, a sea of ​​terror that cannot be accurately perceived and expressed.

After feeling suffocated, Friesen uncontrollably fell from the sky and hit the ground.

Even the power of his own blood, his own psionic energy, the psionic will that surges like the wind cannot be controlled.

Incomparably jerky, Friesen seemed to have come to a new body, reluctantly trying to stand upright.

However, this is no joke.

Like a toxin, not only did his body show no signs of recovery, the feeling was even getting worse.

It seemed that he could not recover without exorcising the source of all this.

This feeling made Friesen unbelievable.

However, it was also because of this that he remembered the belonging of this silver flowing like a galaxy.

He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the mountains ahead.

On the other side of the mountains, is Glora County? Is it Fast?

He also finally remembered what to call the silver glow across the sky.

Mercury's morning star.

Countess of Mercury.

Alti Serra Gloria.

Or Alti Fast.

The Patriarch of the Fast family with only one member.

According to legend, the mighty power of the great wizard suddenly appeared during that battle, turning the entire Dilud Plain into the city of mercury, and the daughter of Earl Faster who suddenly disappeared.

It was even rumored that that Fast Suzy Glora, that Earl of Mercury was Alti, the Countess herself.

There was even a rumor circulating that the Countess of Mercury was the Earl of Mercury himself.

He was wounded and died in the battle, and revived his daughter as a container.

However, he didn't know whether this statement was true or not.

After all, the Earl of Mercury had long since disappeared, and together with the legendary elves, he had completely disappeared on the Glory Continent, and there was no trace of him to be found again.

Perhaps it was hiding on some elemental plane, the relationship between elves and elemental planes is beyond the reach of wizards.

After the legendary battle, the Countess of Mercury suddenly showed the power of a great wizard and became famous together with Mrs. Black Butterfly and the Countess of Blood. After that, there was not much news.

Afterwards, the Black Butterfly Lady joined forces with her mentor, the Duke of Rose, and easily countered the forces of the Duke of Black Ember in the north and the Duke of Blood Moon in the south.

The Countess of Blood is even more legendary, becoming the heir of the Della Empire.

If it weren't for the family etiquette class that taught the greetings needed to meet the wizards of various families, and the history of these wizard families was mentioned in passing, Friesen might not even have remembered that this female wizard was more famous than the other two. The Countess of Mercury who seemed unremarkable at the time.

But now, Friesen realized how foolish he had been.

He didn't understand how much difference there was between the great wizards.

The only great wizard he has faced directly is the Duke of Black Ember who is known as the wizard general in the Black Ember Mountains.

As a member of the northern forces, when the duke summoned the wizarding families in the north, he had the honor to meet the duke who gave him pressure as vast as the abyss.

He doesn't know how far that Duke of Heyshin is from other dukes. In his perception, the feeling of suffocation when observing the starlight, and the pressure he felt when meeting Duke Heyshin, in his eyes, It is the latter that is more terrifying.

but.

What kind of gap there is, how big the gap is, and even who is stronger, he cannot be sure.

He is only a second-level wizard of the apocalypse. Facing the great wizard who has passed the stage of the apocalypse, his speculation that this kind of bug uses its own body to measure the giant beast is ridiculous.

In the still lingering, addictive suffocation, Friesen looked at the sky from a distance, looking at the castle of Earl Gale.

And in the next moment, he felt a familiar yet unfamiliar hurricane blowing from the castle.

It was like a dream, like a black gale like a shadow.

The silver starlight falling from the sky collided with the black hurricane suddenly.

Almost at this moment, Friesen seemed to see two snake shadows.

On one side is a giant black snake that looks like a dream. When it raises its head, the endless strong wind turns into its wings, and the shadows sweep across, forming a shadow snake.

On one side, it is like a star, like a river like the sky. When it is overlooked, it seems that the stars above the sky and deep space have come to life and turned into star snakes.

boom! ! !

During the collision, Friesen's frail body was blown away like a piece of paper.

And at this moment, he felt a chill.

There was a chill that he was familiar with, which belonged to the title Joedhua.

At the edge of his vision, a huge ice dragon with green star spots appeared in his field of vision.

And in this feeling, the untimely pulsation of blood made him immediately realize that those green star points were the blood of the wind that he was familiar with.

It was also at this moment that the icy dragon made a familiar voice:

Yo, ally, it seems that your situation is not good.

It was Sally Lynn's voice.

And at this moment, the familiar black figure appeared in front of him and made a voice:

How is it possible. But, don't you think it's very interesting? This kind of plot. How would it feel when a person hesitates when faced with a choice, but when he hesitates, he finds that the object of his hesitation has completely disappeared?

Friesen's eyes widened, and he could tell that the following words were addressed to him, but he couldn't say a word.

At this moment, the power that weakened and suffocated him in his body suddenly turned into a silver snake, biting towards the black shadow.

But that black figure, as if he had been prepared long ago, stretched out his hand and grabbed the silver snake. At this moment, the hazy face revealed his inexplicably familiar facial features, and he said something that made him inexplicable:

Captain? What is that guy thinking?

However, Friesen could no longer hear the next sentence, and his consciousness was shattered by another shock, completely sinking into the darkness.

Not only him, but when he was dying, the icy giant dragon and the black shadow were also torn apart by the impact.

However, just as he sank into the darkness, one picture after another flickered before his eyes.

This feeling is like a memory passed down in the blood.

It's just that this kind of memory aroused Friesen's uncontrollable anger. In those pictures, the giant dragon that turned into frost was breathing out ice wind.

The green wind lingering like life was crushed by the storm brought by the frost, and a person he was familiar with turned into countless stars.

And among them, in the gap between the frost dragon's icy wind, he heard the familiar female voice:

For Frost Glory.

ps: This is the end of Friesen's side story, it's not too long, and I don't think there are any bright spots to write.

This side story is written around the cold blood of wizards.

For the group of wizards, Friesen can probably be regarded as a rare inferior product among wizards with a certain amount of emotion.

His special feature is only here.

After all, in terms of setting, Friesen's era is close to the world's fragmentation, and only great wizards can have the right to speak, and the little people have no right to speak, and it can even be said that they are a group of cannon fodder.

Although I want to write some battles of wits with Friesen as the main perspective, but at this time, this battle of wits will also become a wicked game for Master Lu.

This kind of plot, apart from torturing Friesen again and highlighting Lu Xiushi's evil taste, feels like it has little meaning, so I just wrote it like this.

Compared with the decisive and suspicious character of Friesen in the main text, the immature and suspicious Friesen here is hesitant and evasive when things happen.

If you hesitate, you will regret it, so become decisive

Sorry for the poor writing.

As for the next one, I'll write Little Betty?

ps2: I am thinking about it, I don't understand that I have to work overtime on Saturdays when I don't have much work.