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There was silence on the battlefield.

Whether it is Trentheim or Southern Territory noble, Knight and private soldiers, everyone is staring at this scene, and this war has already exceeded their imagination.

The sky is showing the second Rune, the text written in light: eaam. (earth)

“grown ups……”

Knights turned his back.

Brando patted the shoulders of his young Captain, his raises head, and the silver network reflected in the scorpion. But what he saw was not the Magic of the Sasaarland people. It is the sky of grey, the plain of the sky, and the wind.

He closed his eyes. Gently, one suck.

It is the cold air that flows into the lungs. It is the breath of the north wind. It comes from the distant Anzeluta plateau, over the warm sparkling sea. The waves of the sea, under the sea, in the direction of the ocean currents, the Naga ethnic group is moving south. It came here and brought the news of the North.

Brando saw it all with his own eyes, and his eyes seemed to run through the plains and mountains. Throughout the sky and the earth, everything about Vaunde. All in his eyes.

He called and sucked.

The wind on the battlefield suddenly stood still.

The wind is still. The falling snow also calmed down. People stared blankly at all around, the woods on the banks of Olde, and the snow fell quietly. The river seems to have lost its sound, and the crushed ice collided with each other on the water and was swallowed by the vortex. Every piece of needle is quiet and silent.

“pā chā -“

A crack appeared on the magic staff, and Hollis slammed the head.

He saw the clouds flowing slowly in the gloomy sky, and the snow was still falling, but I don’t know when the wind of everything has stopped.

At the height of the kilometer, there is no longer any wind flowing.

“this is……”

Brando eyes opened, and the dark brown scorpion reflected a near-straight skyline.

He slowly turned over and untied the Holy Sword from the saddle. He slowly took the sword and sheathed it. He lifted the scabbard with the strap over his head and hung his hand behind him.

The young White Lion Knights, the Trentheim people, the Aouine Southern Territory’s nobles, Knight, and the private soldiers, the people on the battlefield are close to watching his movements.

Brando raised his head.

The whole World is already another way in his eyes. It no longer has mountains and rivers, no more flowing winds and waters, no flames and earth, no more elements and substances.

The trees disappeared, the forest disappeared, the Grahár Mountain Ranges disappeared in the distance, and the entire Trentheim disappeared.

A World, which is intertwined with countless silver lines and connected with countless nodes, appears in his eyes. This World will no longer have substantial power, but truth and Laws are everything.

The realm of Sage.

Brando took a step.

The wave of purple is approaching Valhalla silently. The fortress’s wall is full of Forest Elf and Centaur, Roulind and Little Mantoro stand side by side, holding Brando’s sword in their hands and watching the scene nervously.

Not far from them, Heinz was deeply breathed in, his hands and the swordswoman clenched together.

The third Rune is being presented in the sky.

The wind of all things, the most free and unconstrained element of this world.

“pa rub -“

Another magic staff broke the sound.

Hollis turned back, which is like the source of a chain reaction. A series of cracks rang, and he saw a magical staff break in the hands of one’s own colleagues.

The Sasaarland people stared blankly at the scene, and they could hardly react. Time seems to slow down its pace at that moment, in the slowly flowing time. A loud bang, the third huge Rune break over Valhalla disappeared…

All the wizard spurted a spurt of blood.

They also felt that the Wind Element had disappeared.

It is being squeezed out of this land by an inexplicable force.

“Heaven, what is going on…?”

“Someone has deprived us of our strength!”

“I don’t feel the existence of Wind Element…”

“This is the direct rejection of low-level forces by high-level forces. There are, there are Sage in the vicinity…”

The wizards looked at the ashes of the magic staff in their hands, with a pale expression on their faces, and couldn’t help but subconsciously look at all around.

But Hollis tightened his heart tightly. “Be careful!” He yelled back and screamed, a flash of light on the ground, a scream. A long and narrow sword light is intertwined with a secret lawyer.

The man’s face showed a faint expression, and then his head slowly slid down until it fell from his neck. The headless body fell softly to the ground and soon became a tiny black spot.

And in the position where he was standing, there was a youngster with a sword.

Youngster stands back to everyone.

Holy Sword has been stalked behind the back, and the coat’s hem is drooping because of the windlessness. The hand holding the hilt, the fingers are long and powerful, the knuckles are pale, and quietly placed on the distorted, weird hand guard.

“Saint… sage…”