Encyclopedia of Feanor Continent

Archmage Festantis is an unborn genius, and the mage world thinks it is a huge loss that he was not born in the age of demons, otherwise who knows what kind of powerful magic he can invent?But even so, his contribution to the mage world is still unparalleled.

He devoted his whole life to improving the actual combat ability of mages when the power of mages is no longer what it used to be. One of Festantis' greatest contributions is the invention of instant magic.Before that, since the magic scrolls and magic items were useless, the mage could only cast spells by himself every time. Before they finished reciting the long incantations and comparing complicated gestures, the enemy might have shot through the mage with an arrow. No matter how bad it is, run away or hide.

Instantaneous magic can allow the mage to recite the spell silently in advance, suppress it, and cast it suddenly at the right time, causing a surprise blow to others. Of course, this will have higher requirements for the mage's skills, and it is like holding a hundred. It was just as laborious as a heavy axe that lingered, but since then, the mage has finally gone from being a nerd in the academy to being a fearsome existence again. -- "Feno Continental Encyclopedia·History"

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Palos trotted across the fields in a daze. He didn't know where he was going or where else he could go. He only knew that he had to escape from that place.

Just now, he personally killed five colleagues.

He didn't even know how he did it, the opponent almost drove him to a desperate situation, if it weren't for the strong armor of the Templars, even their own swords could not easily pierce him, he would have been wounded already Bai Kong, despite this, left a deep bone-deep sword wound on his jaw, only two or three centimeters away from the carotid artery, and the blood that flowed down stained the emblem of the God of Light on his chest.

Palos had heard that people would burst out with unexpected strength in a desperate situation. I don’t know if it was because of this, but he didn’t think about anything at the time, as if another person was manipulating his body to fight , his body reacted faster than his consciousness, which made him admire even in retrospect. The opponents were cut down one by one by him, but his heart did not fluctuate.

Until the last Templar fell to the ground and crawled back on his hands and feet, begging his mercy in a frightened voice while crawling. Palos stepped forward and calmly stabbed the sword into the opponent's throat, and then Only then did Ji Ling wake up suddenly, and stared at his blood-stained gloves and began to be dazed.

It is impossible for him to go back to the church again. This is a top-down conspiracy with an unknown number of people involved. Although he knows many senior Templars, bishops or priests who appear to be pious and kind, but even he The most trusted mentor, Kent, who is known for his sternness and integrity, is the direct executor of this conspiracy. He even acquiesced and sat by and watched them kill him as an "apostate". He can't think of anyone else who can compare him His mentor is more credible. Under those pious and kind appearances, anyone may be a participant in this conspiracy. Who can he go to?

And even if he found someone who could be trusted, how would he prove that the murderer who killed his colleagues was innocent, and what evidence would he use to accuse his mentor and another high-ranking Templar leader as blasphemers?

Kent didn't leave any clues behind, and he was even able to use the power of the Holy Light to drive away the evil spirits along the way.

Thinking of this level, Palos suddenly felt that something was very wrong. He found a corner and quietly recited the holy words of exorcism.

He was very serious, very pious, and read verbatim, but nothing happened-Kent was still blessed by the Holy Light, but he lost the power of the Holy Light.

Palos was desperate, he knelt down on the ground a little disheartened, looking down at his hands.

He had used too much force in the battle just now, and his fingers were still shaking. Palos looked at it for a while, then took off the blood-stained gloves and threw them on the ground in disgust.

He suddenly found that there were fresh horseshoe prints and traces of many people stepping on the place where he dropped the gloves. These traces were not easy to find under the moonlight, so he didn't notice it at all just now.

This is the trace left by the Templars. They should have gone after the mage. Palos suddenly wanted to know what happened to Evandel. Although Lafazi is a famous mage hunter in the Templars, as long as The shot has never failed, but if their goal is Avandel, Palos inexplicably feels that even Rafazi may not be Avandel's opponent.

How did this unreasonable confidence come from? He didn't know, and he didn't have the time to think about it. Palos followed the trace and chased it cautiously.

He hadn't had much time to chase before he saw the light of a torch. Two Templars had stuck their torches in the ground, one was digging a hole, and the other was struggling to remove his armor from an unrecognizable corpse.

He recognized the body, it was Basil.

"It's too cheap for him to die like this," said the Templar who was digging the pit.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and work, we have to go to Lord Rafazi after we bury him, I don't know if he caught the mage or not."

Palos's heart moved, but he has always acted openly and aboveboard, and he has never tried how to hide himself and follow others quietly, so he didn't dare to get too close, and waited until the two Templars buried Basil's body and collected it. Palos only followed from a distance when he finished his things and went to chase the large army.

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By daybreak, Avendell had already traveled quite a distance, and the Templars showed no sign of catching up. Presumably because the hunting dog's nose was broken, they couldn't find the right direction, so Avendell did not continue. Going forward in the wilderness, but back on the road.

This is the first day that Phils spent on the ground. Although today is cloudy and the light is not dazzling, it is still too bright for Phils who has lived underground for a long time. He has been covering his eyes with his hands. On the top, I narrowed my eyes until there was only a slit left, hoping that this would make my eyes less stinging, and didn't say a word about finding a dark place to rest.

Avondel returned to that leisurely pace, and even bought a few apples from the farmers who passed by with fruit, and he threw one to Phils: "It's time, let's part here."

Phils was a little depressed: "Why do you have to drive me away, don't you think we get along very happily?"

"This is safer for you. After all, I am the one who must be eliminated by the Knights Templar. You are just a buy-one-get-one gift. If we act separately, they probably won't send people to hunt you down. "Evandel said, "And your appearance is too conspicuous, it is easy to be heard, and it is safer for me to separate."

"Actually, I can do some camouflage." Fiers still wanted to make a dying struggle.

"You really don't need to follow me anymore. The leader of the 'Blood Spider' is dead. I can be sure of this. No one will continue to chase you down. You can live the life you want and continue to follow me It just puts you in unnecessary danger."

Phils knew that there was no room for change in this matter, and he stroked the apple thrown to him by the mage with some pity: "Before we part, can I ask you one last question?"

"Tell me." Evandel, who had traveled all night and wanted to rest for a while, sat on a rock and gnawed an apple.

"Why do you want to help me? I assassinated you and lied to you. I thought you helped me in return for my loyalty, but you want to drive me away. So what are you doing? Can't get any benefits?"

"The reason for deciding to do something is not necessarily to get any benefits. Your life experience is very similar to a friend of mine. It is always admirable to work hard to survive in adversity, so I am willing to help you when I can One, but I can't be your nanny all the time, cough..." Evandel waved his hand and said, "You go, cough cough..."

He seemed to be choking on the apple, bent down and coughed vigorously a few times. Seeing that his face had changed from coughing, Phils couldn't stop. He began to realize that something was wrong, so he threw away the apple in his hand and leaned over: " Hello, are you okay?"

Evandel shook his hand at him, started digging his throat with his fingers, and vomited out the half of the apple he ate just now, and when he couldn't vomit anything anymore, he was still retching with a blue face .

"You've been poisoned!" Phils panicked. As the assassin of "Blood Spider", he had dealt with countless kinds of poisons, but he had always used poisons to deal with others, so he didn't know how to deal with it. "What should I do? Who did it! Could it be the fruit seller just now? I'll go to him and ask where the antidote is!"

Evandel grabbed him, opened his mouth and tried to say something, but couldn't make any sound. Fils looked at him in a daze, and saw the mage reached into the book bag and fumbled in a panic, holding A small bottle without a label came out, uncorked the bottle and poured the medicinal powder into his mouth.

"Is that the antidote? Is it effective?" Phils supported the mage in panic. Avandell still couldn't say anything, but shook his head, pointed in a direction, and tried to tell him "into the forest" with his mouth. go".

"You want me to take you to hide in the forest?"

Evandel nodded, the poison came violently and quickly, he didn't even have the strength to stand up, and his consciousness was a little dizzy, but he knew that since the enemy came this way, he would definitely have another move , staying can only sit and wait to die.

Fiers gritted his teeth and picked up the mage who was much taller than him, and ran towards the direction he pointed, but he stopped hesitantly not long after.

He suddenly remembered what this place was - this was the edge of the Singing Forest.

Phils told Evandel that he yearned for life in the forest, but in fact he only briefly visited a grove where the trees were not densely packed, and he knew nothing about the real forest.

A whole piece of tall eucalyptus trees marked the boundary of this forest. Going forward, there are layers of trees covering the sky, so dense that the sky above his head can hardly be seen. Phils is not afraid of the dark. The problem is that the underside of the trees is also completely filled with bushes, thorns and weeds, and there is almost no place to step down. What's more terrible is that no matter under the feet, on the branches and leaves passing by, or on the top of the tree crown In the middle, there are unknown snakes, insects, rats and ants everywhere. Phils is used to being surrounded by lifeless and cold rocks, and too many living things make him feel uneasy.

However, he didn't have much time to hesitate. The mage was lying on his back dying, and he seemed to have passed out, and Phils's ear with excellent hearing caught some unpleasant movements, which were the friction of metal. The noise, the noise of people, and the trampling of horses' hooves.

Firth gritted his teeth, and carried Evandel on his back into the forest in front of him.