The atmosphere in the Rock Fortress fell to the bottom of the valley since the last team that was harassed by the city was smashed back to the fortress after being hit hard.

The knights who are arrogant and arrogant, with a group of soldiers to intercept those Cecils, can only leave their bodies once and then flee back to the city, while the army of the Cecils Still approaching the fortress one day, they were still near the hills two days ago, and today their flags appeared on the plains, as if they were really unstoppable.

And those southern aristocrats have shown great sway in this situation. They have been scared once and they have begun to sit uneasily after hearing that the Cecils are getting close. This reaction has intensified the fortress garrison. Psychological stress - people with discerning eyes can see that it is the existence of these southern aristocrats that magnifies the threat of the Cecil army and affects the morale of the fortress.

The Maryland singer even had to personally come and talk to the southern aristocrats before they let them converge and calm down, no longer shaking their hearts. However, the atmosphere in the fortress has become an unchangeable fact.

On this day, the Cecils finally stopped at the plains in the southern part of the Rock Fortress and began to camp. The wizards who used the eyes of the Master to observe the plains quickly heard a more disturbing news:

The Cecils occupied a highland in the southwest of the plains and began to deploy some kind of great magical institutions on the highlands.

It is far beyond the fortress's slinger's range, even beyond the range of any Master's Tower.

In the inner city of the Rock Fortress, in a brightly lit pub, a man with a beard and a slap in the face slammed the beer mug on the table, sprinkled a table with the wine, and sipped it with a sigh of relief: "That is the 'Tianhuo' Ah! Skyfire! I know what the Cecils are doing, I have seen them from afar... They used that thing and will soon be able to get into the fortress... no one can live!"

Then the man picked up the glass and sipped the remaining beer, shouting in a drunken voice: "Come back!"

This is a lonely knight from the south. He fled the fortress with the southern aristocracy, and now he has been in this place for dozens of days. The Cavaliers have some savings, and they will have a bit of gold and silver, but after all, they are better than the aristocratic lords who can dance and dance in the castle - so he can only get drunk in this messy pub and use alcohol to paralyze his own nerves.

Since the appearance of the Cecils, such lonely knights have become more and more frequent in pubs and huts. No one will go to them in the past. However, today, some people can’t see it anymore—a perennial stationed rock The local knight of the fortress got up and grabbed the collar of the fallen knight and forced him to pull it out of his seat: "You coward! What else can you use besides drinking and saying something frustrated here?!"

The drunken lonely knight glanced at the hand that was caught in his neckline, and his face muscles twisted into a strange smile: "You are not a coward, you can rush to try it when the Cecil's skyfire falls..."

The local knight was full of anger, and the subconscious raised his fist high. He wanted to give a look to the southerners who had disturbed the order and shaken the people in the fortress. After the southern nobles and their relatives hid the fortress, they were local. The soldiers and these "outsiders" have been accumulating contradictions themselves. At this moment of low atmosphere, the contradiction seems to have finally reached the stage of eruption, but the local knight’s fist has not yet fallen, as if from afar. The vague sound of thunder suddenly came.

Then there was a strange whistling in the night sky, as if something heavy was coming quickly.

The local knight briefly screamed at the gods, and the southern knight that he had seized had already made a strange call, and then made a move that made everyone stunned: he broke free of the hand that grabbed his collar and climbed into the table for the first time. Underneath, also shouted: "The fire is coming down! The magic of the Cecil!"

Not only him, but several southern knights and swaying soldiers in other corners of the pub also went to the nearest table for the first time, screaming and screaming while screaming, and the content of the screaming was basically Skyfire and Cecil. magic--

The local knight was suddenly stunned. He wanted to blame the weak man who had no knighthood in his eyes, and rebuked him for being so unbearable, but then, a deafening explosion came from the direction of the southern wall, and even the loud noise The wooden structure of the pub was shaken, and a large expanse of dust fell from the beam – the quaint moment was chaotic.

The Southern Knight who was drilling under the table poked his head and shouted at the chaotic pub: "Heavenly Fire! The fire is coming down! Find a place to get up! Hurry up on the ground! Don't stand around and run!"

"Calm! Order! Take the weapon and report to the city wall!" The local knight shouted, "Don't run around!"

However, the second and third explosions that followed, made his efforts vanish, and the explosions continued to come from the southern part of the fortress. The last one seemed to be on the top of everyone's head.

However, in this continuous explosion of high-level spells that the great magicians used to perform, the southern knight who was drilling under the table did not know when it was drilled out, and he was drilled with him. There are several other southern knights and soldiers who are looking for bunkers or lying down on their own.

"The movement is not right..." The southern knight whispered, "I didn't fall to the ground... I didn't fall into the city..."

The local knight couldn't quite hear the whisper, he yelled in the chaos: "What are you talking about??"

"I said that the movement is not right! Skyfire did not come in!"

The Southern Cavaliers suddenly yelled out, and then the people in the pub were stunned, and several southerners suddenly rushed outside.

They rushed to the open space outside the pub, endured the fear that came from the nerves, looked up and looked in the direction of the explosion of the skyfire - and then they saw the huge barrier that enveloped the entire meteorite fortress.

A layer of halo glows from the edge of the dark, majestic walls of the Rock Fortress. On the walls, countless magical runes are shining, and the energy barrier that envelopes the entire fortress is supported by magical runes. It seems to be full of brilliance. Through the translucent halo, the southern people clearly see that there are several light blue bright marks in the night sky that are rapidly passing through the darkness and hitting the barrier – or the wall surface in the distance.

A thunderous explosion rang, the southern knight and his companions subconsciously softened, but the explosion only rose outside the barrier - the huge flames were like the large fireworks displayed by the illusionist, deafening, swaying the air In the surface of the energy barrier, the layers of brilliance are provoked, but eventually they are not conducted into the barrier.

More light cyan bright marks crossed the night sky and landed on the barrier and the wall. However, the southern knight and his companions stood firm. They stared at the terrible skyfires exploding outside the barrier, the fear on their faces. It was finally replaced by ecstasy.

The terrible "Skyfire" was stopped.

The legendary ancient magic wall of the Rock Fortress proves its power.

Inside the fortress is safe!

"The skyfire was blocked by the barrier!" "The barrier stopped them!" "The Cecils can't get in!" "We are safe!!"

The cheers came first from the southern population, and then the other soldiers and knights who were already extremely nervous and restless in the Rock Fortress cheered.

The nobility of the castle area and the superior knights also cheered.

"Ladies! Gentlemen! We can rest assured," Sir Mary stood on the high platform of the main hall of the castle, opened his hands and smiled at everyone below, looking at the faces with joy. The southern aristocrats, and the fortress knights who are relieved, "the Cecil's 'fancy stuff' does not seem to be invincible, and they can be intercepted in the face of the magic barrier!"

A Southern aristocrat stood up and paid tribute to the Maryland jazz in an exaggerated position. He then turned around and said to everyone with some kind of exaggerated aria: "Friends - we can take the red wine from the wine cellar Out!"

In the atmosphere of extreme tension and depression, the aristocrats seemed to need a banquet to calm their feelings.

Before the banquet began, the "skyfire" that descended from the sky gradually ceased. It seems that even the Cecil people realized the power of the meteorite fortress, or their magical device needed to cool down. This situation made the atmosphere in the fortress even more Get it easy.

The Maryland jazz and his knights can still control the emotions, and the southern aristocrats... they seem to be suppressed too much, too nervous, and after they finally relax, their banquet will almost become one Revenge carnival.

But the Maryland sir smiled and allowed it all - in his opinion, these poor gentlemen really needed to relax, and the pressure they had suffered in the past was too great.

The castle area was brightly lit and a banquet was quickly unfolded.

The celebration of the nobility seems to come too suddenly and exaggerated, but the nobility is such a group - the banquet is not just their entertainment, but also their social, work and even daily life. They know that the soldiers in other places in the fortress will keep In the post, they can safely and boldly push the cups in the banquet hall. The nobles are good at holding banquets, and they are used to holding banquets for any reason and in any name, not to mention the fact that this is a good reason.

However, the Viscount Carol could not stand this too intense atmosphere change. After staying in the banquet hall for a while, he felt depressed and went to the hall for a reason. He came outside and found a quiet place on the terrace. The place, breathing the fresh air of the night.

This is the highest terrace in the castle area, where you can clearly see the magic barrier.

The magic barrier of the Rock Fortress is still active, and a layer of translucent energy shield is enveloped outside the wall and faintly connected to the magic metal buried inside the wall: with the ancient and powerful magic focus inside the fortress, plus The magical energy accumulated in the upper wall during the day, this barrier can last until the next day, until the sun rises again and re-energizes the barrier, and even if there is no sun the next day, several large mages in the fortress The tower can also extract energy from the magical focus of the ground, keeping the barrier functioning at a lower power.

Looking at the magical barriers in the distance, the Viscounts of Carol, who were inexplicably a little bit irritated, gave a little relief. He gently exhaled, and through the translucent light curtain, cast his eyes farther.

The Cecilian attack is over, the process is so short, and the end is so abrupt. This will inevitably make the Viscounts of Carroll who experienced the Crushed Stones shelling feel a little unnatural. He thought about it a bit and he was in the air. In the outline of several runes, opened the "eye of the Master" for himself.

His vision instantly projected into the distance, with a slightly distorted and dithered view, and he saw the Cecil camp under the night running as usual.

The details that the Mage's Eye can see are limited, but one thing he can be sure of is that those Cecil soldiers who are leisurely adjusting the "Tianhuo Device" and chatting normally around the bonfire have absolutely no frustration...

A footstep sounded behind him, and the Viscount Carol immediately dissipated the magical effect of the Master's Eye. At the same time, he heard a little cold voice from Roperie Glan's woman, from behind: "Carroll Viscount, what are you doing?"

Carol turned and saw the awesome lady who led everyone out of hell. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but then frowned. "Grandma, I think the situation is wrong. !"

Ropeney's thin eyebrows rose slightly: "Is the situation wrong?"

"The attacks of the Cecils could not have been so quiet... They were able to bomb for an hour on the gravel ridge, and it was unreasonable to be so slack when attacking the Rock Fortress," Viscount Carroll said anxiously. The discovery, "I saw the eyes of therapist just now, their camps are in order, and there is no sign of attack and frustration at all..."

"Yes... this is a very disturbing situation," said Princess Lopney's face as serious as she rubbed a ring on her finger, "...is too disturbing."

"I want to remind the Maryland sir," said Viscount Carroll, frowning, but when he finished speaking, he looked at Ropeney with some curiosity. "But then... Women, why did you leave the banquet hall? You too What did you find?"

"I just came back from the wall," Roppeni said faintly. "You forgot, the prince of Maryland gave us the task of guarding the second wall and part of the Master Tower. Unfortunately, almost everyone is in the banquet hall. Drinking, I have to come out and do something business."

“Thank God, there is a woman like you who is vigilant,” counts Earl Carroll sighed and raised his footsteps to prepare for the castle area. “We are going to the Maryland Jazz...”

His words came to an abrupt end.

A soft, slightly cold hand grabbed his arm, and a ring on the hand was emitting a faint blue light.

Viscount Carol felt a cold numbness spread from his arm to the whole body. He bent his head slightly and saw the expressionless face of Roppini? Glana, who tried to open his mouth but did not A little noise.

He heard the still beautiful lady in front of her mouth speak to herself - the latter posted very close, whispered in his ear: "Mr. Viscount, you know, 11 years ago, when those thugs hit me In the husband’s castle, only one loyal sentinel stood on the tower and wanted to intercept the thugs with arrows.”

Roppini? Gloria opened a little distance, and in Carol's frightened eyes, she pushed his body a little.

"When the sentinel fell from the tower, it was as big as you. When your knight went back to report to you, most of the time, I didn't mention this little detail..."

Viscount Carol’s body tilted to a dangerous angle on the edge of the terrace. He turned his eyes stiffly, but apart from turning his eyes, there was no place anywhere in his body—a mage, first in his ability to cast spells. After being blocked, it is almost impossible to break through this **** with the muscles.

At the last minute, Roppeni gently pushed the Viscount Carroll.

At the last moment, the Viscount only heard a vague sentence from the wind: "...the sentinel fell like this."

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