How do I break the team invitation from my old enemy?

"I don't know much, but maybe it can help you." The man pondered for a while, and then said: "Tell me what you know first."

The two of them walked towards their residence in the snowstorm, and Lin Wei told the truth.

"I knew Adrihiger when I was young and out there," the man told him. "He was always secretive and only believed half of what he said."

Lin Wei looked at him: "Then which half should I believe?"

"If he wants to do something, he will give a perfect reason... The most reliable way is to only believe in the thing itself and ignore the reason."

Lin Wei frowned: "Why does he like to do this?"

The man smiled and said: "The owner of the astrology tower always claims to be the elder and protector of all magicians. The elders always like to show children a beautiful world and cover up some bad things for it. —I guess that's what he is."

"Where will Adrihiger be?"

"No matter where he is now... I think you should go to the floating capital, and this matter will eventually end there."

Lin Wei thought about it, and felt that this was indeed a good choice—he could blend in with many magicians in the floating city without being discovered, and he could wait for Adrihiger.Moreover, the old man in the floating capital is also quite reliable.

"But you seem to be very weak, why not meditate here for a while to restore your mental strength."

Lin Wei was a little embarrassed: "I'm not very good at meditation."

The man was a little surprised: "Then your spiritual power?"

Lin Wei: "Sleep."

"..."

"Alright," the patriarch said with a smile, "young mages like to use sleep instead of meditation... I have forgotten the feeling of sleep. But you'd better try to meditate, because this place is very special."

Hearing what he said, Lin Wei let out his mental power to feel it. The strong magic element was second to none. The whole valley shrouded in a vague feeling—very sacred and majestic, reminding him of the siren who faced the sunken ship on the bottom of the sea. When the gun of Longinus was in the crystal coffin.

That's right, Lin Wei thought, this is where the ancient holy mountain of knights is located, and the power of the holy spear remains.

But he was neither a knight nor an elemental magician, so the Holy Lance should have no effect on him.

He said it.

"You already know what the magic circle 'Quilling' is, so you should also know the Longinus gun." That man said.

Lin Wei nodded.

"Our family's soul and power come from it, but there should be some remnants here. The power belongs to me, and the soul belongs to you." The man blinked.

Lin Wei glanced at the man carefully.

He was a little guilty and thought to himself—what a generous and kind elder, but I abducted his son.

Out of this mentality, Lin Wei behaved very obediently in front of the patriarch, and began to meditate honestly.

His soul power saw some fragments scattered around, tentatively reached out with tentacles, and many scenes flashed before his eyes.

He saw the original appearance of the Holy Spear.Brilliant colors, blazing flames, standing on the highest mountain, the knights made an oath, accepted the trial of the Holy Lance, and those with firm beliefs were endowed with strength.

Lin Wei thought of a question—where does the power of the holy gun come from?

No books seem to mention this.

The soul fragment of the holy gun seemed to have heard his question, the scene changed, and the two were talking.

"If you pray to it, you can gain strength? How can there be such a good thing?" The first person's voice was full of disdain.

"We passed through the territories of proud elves and savage dwarves, through the wilderness, forests and snow-capped mountains before we finally came here——Naylan, you should have seen along the way that there are many kinds of power, magic is, spiritual power is , the soul is also...why can't faith be?"

"Faith is vain."

"But the holy gun is real, and the power it gives me is also real."

"Hope it's not your imagination."

Lin Wei frowned slightly, and the holy gun answered him that it had a certain degree of consciousness—yes, it had sent some information through Talin and Nigel before.

Now that I can talk to it indirectly, it should be because the strength of my soul has increased and I can accommodate this power...or maybe I have already entered into a half-life contract with Juanyu, and the souls of the two have something in common.

—What do you want to tell me?

Holy Lance didn't answer, but the previous scene resurfaced back and forth.

Lin Wei made a note of collecting the remaining soul power from the soul fragments. In addition to making up for the previously consumed ones, he also found that his soul had condensed a little more.

He woke up from meditation, and found that he was the only one in the room, and the patriarch was outside - he was able to maintain the enchantment beside him from such a long distance, which showed that his strength was also unfathomable.

When Lin Wei said goodbye to him, he asked by the way: "What are you doing?"

"Give final revisions and enhancements to 'Quilling'. It has one more chance to be used." The man cut his wrist, blood dripped drop by drop, and then merged into the huge magic circle. Every drop, the valley The cold and chilling atmosphere became even more intense.

But what made Lin Wei even more curious was that the blood of this man turned out to be dark gold - he had seen the blood of monsters in Daniel's place, and besides bright red, there were also several colors of blue and purple, but none of them were like the current one. There is a mysterious streamer, as if something is flowing - it is completely unlike normal people, or even normal living things.

The man saw his curiosity and explained, "This is the result of the bloodline from the holy gun."

Before leaving, Lin Wei finally looked around the valley that looked very depressed: "Will you leave here when things are over?"

The man smiled and shook his head: "I can't wait for that time."

"you……"

"Good luck, little guy." The man didn't want to say more, and leaned slightly and kissed his forehead.

At the same time, it was noon in the imperial capital.

The news of the old emperor's death spread secretly.

The members of the Senate are all highly respected elders of various nobles, so the first to know about this is their family.

The scorching sun was in the sky, and the tit-for-tat confrontation between the senate and the noble council was also very enthusiastic.

"The Code of Titus" is the most powerful weapon of the Senate. Based on the tradition of fairness, their position must be the eldest prince Gregory, while most of the nobles fall to Bran—some of them stood up early Some of the teams were more inclined to Bran's gentle and orderly style.Because I have long understood the eldest prince's iron-blooded and ruthless character-no one wants to live in fear.

As for the officials—their voices were extremely weak. The empire's political affairs had always been controlled by the royal family and nobles. Officials were only executors, with very little real power, so they could only wait for the result in anxiety.

Naturally, the two princes would not be manipulated by others. Beran knew that he needed to fight for it, and Gregory also knew clearly that the attitude of the Council of Elders was just a bargaining chip, and the implementation of "tradition" and "convention" could only be carried out in times of peace. It worked, his brother apparently didn't want the Codex to go smoothly.

The residents of the imperial capital who didn't know why watched the heavy horseshoes of the royal knights stepping across the street, their weapons shining coldly, spreading all over the periphery of the palace in an encircling manner.

They thought that for some reason, there were very few caravans coming and going, and even the bustling West End was extremely depressed-the residents had ominous premonitions in their hearts, closed their doors and windows, and prayed that no accidents would happen.

Even civilians who came back from outside the city entered their homes in panic: "Outside the city...the army!"

In the Didis mansion, the Duke had the last message from Lin Wei in front of his eyes, and was waiting for news from His Royal Highness Beran.

"This has happened all morning, and all the troops I can mobilize have been assembled—why is there no movement from Bran?" After a while, His Excellency the Duke could no longer hold back.

Patil, the chief guard at the side, reconfirmed that there was no news from the second prince's mansion, and replied: "Yes, my lord, the second prince did not take any other actions except for the message sent in the morning."

"Patil, now you need to go there yourself."

The head guard gave a knightly salute: "Obey, my lord."

When the chief guard came to the second prince's mansion, which was heavily guarded by the black-armored knights, he was told that His Highness was concentrating on reading a book, so please don't disturb him.

Patil almost felt overwhelmed—at such a critical moment, he was still studying!He really didn't understand why the second prince would do such an inappropriate thing since he was always smart and meticulous.

But his visit finally got a response from Bran, although the servant conveyed it on his behalf.

"Things may change, don't use the army for the time being?" Upon hearing the reply, His Excellency the Duke frowned, pacing back and forth in the study: "You said he was reading books—could it be possible that he still wants to dig out the old traditions of the royal family?" Find one or two that are beneficial to his inheritance? This is really too stupid, not at all like his usual style... Could it be that he is afraid? Or has he lost control of the Royal Knights and has no way to fight with Didi? Should Sri Lanka's army cooperate internally and externally?"

The head guard lowered his head.

"In case he's really afraid—the Didis family can't back down. If Gregory is crowned, take a little care of the friendship between brothers, maybe save his life. But the Didis family can't, once they fail, the consequences Unpredictable, we must support the coronation of Bran!"

"Gregory thought that Lin Wei's possible crimes and the magician army could deter me... Unfortunately, I will not give up my son, and even if I don't participate in this battle, will there be a good result later? "

"The attitude of the Council of Elders is as hard as a rock in the far north! And my eldest son is still under house arrest under Gregory, the opportunity is fleeting, and there is really no other way except to send out the army - who made Bran born late After two years, can’t it justifiably inherit?”

Therefore, while there was no news from the second prince's mansion, the Didis family and the Lavis family were conducting close news exchanges. After learning that the Senate and the Noble Council were still deadlocked, the heads of the two families agreed—if If there was still no movement in the evening, then the two big families took the initiative to attack Gregory and push Bran to the throne.

The daylight, which was too bright all day, turned into an intertwined color of orange gold and crimson over time, casting a dazzling light on the armor of the Imperial Legion. The commander silently made a gesture, as one of the sons-in-law of the Lavis family The chief of the Imperial Defense Department had already issued an order, and the defenders of the city pretended to be disintegrated, and the army filed in.

It is worth mentioning that, after hearing the news, the Senate and the Noble Council, instead of being nervous, even breathed a sigh of relief - the forces supporting the two princes are almost evenly matched. If the two parties fight on their own, they can retreat completely, so there is no need to worry. Blame anyone.

The effect of the invisibility potion has not faded, and a group of people from the magic world watched the scene in silence. The only thing to be thankful for is that Daniel, who suffered from dragon dung during the last trip to the imperial capital, immediately tested the potion once he returned to the academy. Transformation, they don't have to worry about the taste.

"Magician?" Someone said in surprise.

Heidi looked at the high-level magician guarding Gregory and was puzzled: "Why are there magicians?"

Shui Lan's elder sister stood very close to her, and said, "This is impossible... I have never seen them in the Magic Academy."

Daniel suddenly remembered Lin Wei's words before leaving: "This is the empire's own magician."

Heidi looked at the scene in disbelief. The Duke led the army to confront Gregory. The Duke was as majestic as she remembered, but Gregory's expression was cold and terrifying, and he looked completely different from Siren Island.

"My lord duke, I have to say that you are late—I thought you and the Royal Knights would arrive early in the morning." Gregory said slowly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

The Duke was not angry: "I also thought that His Highness would voluntarily give up the inheritance, but I didn't expect you to still have unrealistic ideas."

The rest of what happened is self-evident-on the central square of the imperial capital, Gregory's side officially confronted the imperial army, and the elite warriors confronted the imperial magician group.

The magicians who were hidden from the side circled around. Their attitude at this time was friendly-in the eyes of the magic world, all magicians should be as close as their compatriots, so no one shot at the magicians on the side of the empire, but the biggest Limit the protection of the Duke and the army.

On Gregory's side, more than one magician frowned when they felt the magic fluctuations on the other side: "What's wrong?"

The battle situation is stalemate, and the Duke's side is visibly victorious.

Gregory suddenly sneered and said, "My lord, if you think I only have a legion of magicians...you are wrong."

The sky suddenly cast brilliant golden light, like thousands of swords whizzing down, sweeping towards the army.

Shui Lan's elder sister leaped to the front of the army formation, facing the golden sword's edge with the bright red flame wall flickering.

——But it only slowed down the sword's edge.

The rest of the magicians who had reacted stepped forward together, and this was enough to block the attack.

Looking at this scene, Daniel frowned, "According to Lin Wei, with such a magical strength, she should be the goddess of light... She obviously could only attack with mental power before."

Only one day had passed—the alchemist realized that the god was awakening at an incredible speed, growing in strength day by day, and she was on Gregory's side!

Light elements are so rare, where does she get her power?

No... Once the physical attack of magic can be carried out, ordinary people are also in danger. Apart from this side, there is also Prince Bolan who is supported by the Linwei family!

The always smart alchemist saw the scene of the confrontation, and immediately reacted to the situation, his pupils constricted.

But it was too late, they could only protect this side.

Blessed by the Goddess of Light, Bran will not be attacked—the alchemist prayed subconsciously, and after saying this sentence in his heart, he realized that the object of his habitual prayer was wrong, or even completely wrong, and his face turned green in an instant.

At this time, Bolan was in the study of the mansion. The table in front of him was full of ancient classics, and he was concentrating on flipping through the pages. The speed of turning the pages was extremely fast. wearing something.

Suddenly, an instinctive sense of fear spread to his whole body, and there seemed to be a whistling wind in his ears. He suddenly raised his head and looked obliquely upwards, only to see a light blade, like the sharpest thin line, heading straight towards him. hit.

At this moment of life and death, he actually inspired an astonishing calmness. At that moment, he thought of the so-called weird and terrifying "magic", grabbed the scroll at hand, and threw it at the light blade—the two magics collided. , the momentum of the light blade stagnated.

——This is the magic scroll given by Lin Wei during the secret meeting yesterday, just in case Gregory used the magician group to assassinate him.

Bran quickly took out another one, ready to completely block the magic attack, but in this short moment, all directions of him were covered with murderous gold.

This is no longer something a few magic scrolls can handle, and Beran's heart is blank.

At that moment, he had no time to regret what he hadn't done, and his first reaction was to close his eyes subconsciously.

The expected tearing apart by magic didn't happen, but there was a loud knocking sound. Beran opened his eyes, and saw the back of a snow-white robe, slender and straight, somewhat familiar.

The terrifying magic in the room stopped, the man raised his hand, and with a slight downward movement, the light blade shattered into nothingness.

It was only now that Bran's heart had time to recover from the stagnation, and beating wildly after realizing it.

He calmed down his emotions and asked the visitor: "Are you..."

"Lin Wei's friend." The man turned around, his voice sounded like a frozen frost lake in a winter night.

Bran recognized him, the one next to Lin Wei at the banquet: "Mr. Magician... I remember you."

The man gave a cold "hmm".

Bran let out a sigh of relief, regained his composure, and looked at Juan Yu with his dark green eyes: "Was that the Magician Legion just now?"

He knew that the magician in front of him was under house arrest together with Lin Wei—it seemed that the guards couldn’t stop him now, and he probably understood Lin Wei’s considerations—if the Duke was held hostage and no troops were dispatched, they would be safe and sound "Under house arrest", and if the Duke didn't worry about these things and used his troops directly, the two sides would completely tear their skins apart, and there would be no need for the two of them to continue to stay and pretend.

"No," the magician answered him, "the Goddess of Light."

Apparently, the term "Goddess of Light" once again shocked His Highness Bran's newly calmed heart, so that his tone was full of hesitation: "God...why?"

"She's helping Gregory."

"But you said they are gods—the gods in the legends?" Bran frowned and shook his head: "But my brother Greg is definitely not a believer. The gods are high above, why would he cooperate with people in the world?"

The magician didn't answer him, but looked at his desk full of ancient books: "What are you doing?"

"I'm looking for something important," Berland replied: "It may be related to the recent disaster of the empire and the blood of the royal family."

"Elemental Storm?"

"That's right—that's the one. It's also written in the royal family's top-secret records of the Dark Ages."

The magician looked at Bolan, and remembered Lin Wei's very high evaluation of him before: he is an extremely wise and meticulous person, and he is in the same camp as his family.

Since he said so, there should be nothing to hide—the magician thought about it in his heart, and continued to speak in his usual indifferent tone.

"The royal family should have something that can deal with elemental storms, and it's related to the entire city."

Bran clasped his hands and put his fingers under his chin, meditating: "This is a clue, and I still need to continue to look for it in the records."

At this time, the news that the duke and the eldest prince had confronted each other reached Berland's study, and Berland said: "Tell the duke, keep the confrontation—at midnight, I will contact him before midnight at the latest, and ask him to follow my instructions. s arrangement."

When there were only two people left in the study, the magician frowned slightly and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"This matter is very important," Boland sorted out the ancient books, probably having clues before the edict, he picked out some selectively, and took a few from the high shelf: "I guess this should be It was handed down from emperor to emperor, but my father passed away suddenly, so I couldn’t keep some things, so I had to find them myself.”

"Is it related to the succession of the throne?" The magician understood the current situation.

"It has a lot to do with it," Bolan smiled lightly, with complicated eyes, then raised his head and said to Duanyu: "Can you protect me during this time?"

"can."

That night, Adrihiger left the valley of the limestone, and the valley of the limestone suppressed the magic circle and went out.

Of the five valleys of elements, only one is left in the valley of sharp gold, and the storm intensified again, advancing from the edge to the center, approaching the imperial capital.

However, the army in the central square of the imperial capital withdrew at midnight and retreated outside the city. Almost all the activities of the second prince and his family stopped. The official announcement of the Senate was issued early in the morning. Inheritance, the coronation is about to take place.