On the fishing harbor of Goswellen.

A fisherman is carrying a wooden barrel full of fish and shrimps.

He looked at the porter walking in front of him. The guy came to work on his fishing boat a month ago.

That guy was a mute, but he was not lazy at all when working, and he was amazingly strong, even more flexible than him, a fisherman who had worked for many years.

Moreover, the porter has been working harder these days, moving things and walking steadily.

Sometimes he really doubts who the owner of this fishing boat is.

"Hi, wait for me!"

The fisherman was anxious, and his feet slipped and fell to the ground. The wooden barrel fell to the ground and broke into several pieces. The smelly fish and rotten shrimps were all over the floor.

He cursed and packed up the scattered seafood, but something was scratching his hand in a mess, and blood suddenly became scattered.

Among the pile of fish that emitted fish, several steel swords with cold light appeared.

Just as he was stunned, a pair of barefoot appeared on the ground in front of him.

The fisherman suddenly looked up and saw the porter squatting in front of him, his cold gaze made his spine chill.

The mute opened his mouth slowly.

"You discovered it."

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A sharp blade slashed across the throat, and blood splattered.

A Nifgaard soldier in black armor fell to the ground with his throat covered.

Puff, the long sword penetrated the back of the neck and stirred a few more times, and the soldier twitched and died.

The tall and thin man pulled out his long sword, lifted his shawl and wiped away the blood on it.

There were still several Nifgaard soldiers lying on the ground around them.

Not far away is an abandoned manor.

He waved his hand and more figures emerged from the shadows.

Most of them were wearing black tight leather armor, and the dagger in their hands reflected the cold moonlight and quietly touched the big house not far away.

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In the ruined room, a group of ragged girls were hugging each other and tremblingly.

The sound of fighting was constantly coming outside the house.

Every scream made the girls tremble even harder.

After a long time, the outside finally became quiet.

Bang!

The decaying door was kicked to pieces, and the girls shrank into the shadow behind them in horror.

The cold moonlight shone into the room, and a tall and thin figure appeared in front of the door.

The man pulled the bandage around his neck.

"It's really all here."

Behind him, a man in a red robe took out a disc with a glimmer of light.

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The dim light of the disc illuminates the dim promenade.

The exposed-dressed sorcerer took it into his arms and walked into a magnificent bedroom.

A young man was waiting for her inside: "So quickly?"

She sorted out her clothes: "Do you doubt my charm?"

The man tilted his head and sneered: "It's just curiosity."

The woman gave him a blank look: "It's all your business."

"Unfortunately, your every word and action are my business."

He stood up, walked slowly behind the woman, closed his eyes, leaned on the snow-white neck and took a long breath:

"The fragrance of chamomile has always been so refreshing. This smell...I get it..." He chuckled: "You were driven out by him."

The sorcerer was about to turn around, but she was pulled by a hand. The sudden pain made her scream, her face flushed, but she did not dare to resist at all.

"Tell me..." A cold voice whispered in her ear.

"What exactly is his magic? Will that magic array work?"

A few drops of sweat slid down the woman's forehead, and she opened her mouth with difficulty and said her answer.

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"No one can resist its power, those elves cannot..."

The sorcerer muttered to himself in the empty room.

"Even those legendary warlocks can't do it."

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and let out a long breath, looking at the magic flames that were flashing and dark on her staff.

Warlocks have always regarded themselves as manipulators of rules and elements, but after living for more than two hundred years, she knew that they were just a bunch of clumsy imitators from beginning to end.

Northern humans came to this continent five hundred years ago, and at that time, Xiannid Island was already an empty shell.

The white tower on the top of the mountain has been disrepaired for a long time, and inside is the twisted and weird portal.

Countless winding secret passages filled the entire mountain, connecting all the palaces and the dark beaches at the foot of the mountain.

People found dusty books on the mother language and countless broken magic circles inside.

These magical skills should have been lost in the long river of history, but the warlocks restored them from the Yoshinoki feathers in ancient documents.

For example, the magic array in front of you.

Now, the wall in front of her is filled with countless golden runes.

Not only this room, but also in more than a dozen secret rooms in the Isatusa Palace and the Gaston Palace.

This is the magic of ancient elves that warlocks have never fully mastered.

This huge magic circle will cover the entire Immortal Island.

Hundreds of years ago, the earliest warlocks were usually very dangerous, and the casters often spoke indiscriminately when communicating.

In most cases, verbal quarrels will turn into magic duels.

The second generation warlock - Nina Fiolafan - has talent and skills that are unattainable among her peers. It took her a whole year to repair this magic circle.

In the hundreds of years since then, no spells have flew across the island of Sinnid, and the conversation between the warlocks has become peaceful.

Now this magic circle is in her hands.

The woman walked out of the room, and the locked door turned into a wall under the spell.

The windows in the corridor outside the door were wide open, and the gorgeous curtains were flipping up and down.

She walked over, closed her eyes and enjoyed the coolness of the night wind.

Looking to the top of the mountain, there seemed to be several windows on Gaston Palace.

A figure stood in front of one of them.

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Middle-aged man standing in front of the window.

The lights of the palace on the side of the mountain have dimmed, and the guests are walking down the mountain in groups and threes.

The man turned around and said to the two officers behind him: "Boyle, you will stay by my side tomorrow. Be responsible for defending the safety of Sinnied Island."

The officer who received the order was stunned. He glanced at the man in front of the window, hesitated for a moment and then left the room. Before leaving, he glanced at another companion beside him.

"Kafe, go to the east gate of Goswellen to assist in the city defense."

After the officer left, the man rubbed his forehead tiredly. He had not closed his eyes for two days.

But he knew that he hadn't slept for the whole two nights.

After the arrival of the mage, the situation lost control like a wild horse that broke free.

The spies who are each responsible for their own masters are shuttled through the streets and alleys, and there are always names of unknown people trampling on the streets in the early morning.

The children with dirt-faced faces passed notes, and countless carrier pigeons shuttled over the Temeria.

The army was restless, and news came one after another from the southern capital.

Countless conspiracies are taking place in this small city.

The man made arrangements too.
To be continued...