The central army of the Valerdi family.

In order to make it difficult for the enemy to find the position of the central commander, this temporary linen tent was extremely simple and low-key.

Arian Varedi bowed down and was looking at the Goswellen map on the table under the dim light.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew into the tent, extinguishing the candlelight on the table.

Then the entire convertible was overturned by strong wind. Arian panickedly lifted the curtain wrapped around his body and looked up at the map flying into the air.

In the morning, he saw the red pennant dancing up and down in the strong wind, making noises.

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"Azulie's Thunderfall Technique?" Flinjila Weige looked at the sky and said to herself. The cold wind made her wrap her thin coat.

"It shouldn't be." Yennafa looked at the dark clouds extending to the horizon, and his long black hair flew in the wind:

"Azulie's thunderfall technique does not have such a large range, and I only heard the thunder but no lightning."

After a while of silence, Ye Naifa said slowly:

“It was Meligod Hailstorm.”

She recognized this spell.

Six years ago, when she and Tris rushed into the rioting city of Via and tried to rescue Geralt surrounded by mobs, the two tried to cast [Azurey Thunder] to scare away the mob.

[Azulie's Thunder] Originally, a few lightning flashes could only be dropped within a range of more than ten meters.

However, due to the injury to the lips of the two, the spells they recited were unclear, and the actual magic effect was far greater than that of Azulie's Thunder.

A large hail fell in the city of Livia, dispersing the mob and finally allowing the army to control the scene.

[Melligod Hailstorm Technique] - It is just a common name in the magic world and does not comply with the formal naming rules.

The spell has no official name, has never been officially registered, nor has it been saved, and no one can cast this set of spells again after that.

Ye Naifa looked at the dark clouds gathering in the sky and stroked the chaotic hair that was blown away on his forehead:

"It was purely an accident that this spell was released, was it..."

She had many questions in her heart.

The spell released by this coincidence is almost impossible to be standardized. Even if Tris happens to really summarize the spell, this spell will not help the current situation.

Now everyone on the battlefield is wearing helmets or even full-body armor. What is the difference between a mere hail and a small stone?

Besides, this spell is inseparable from us.

Soon the drizzle of hail fell from the sky, and Yenavar and Flinjira had to open a layer of shield to resist the pebbles-sized ice.

The situation on the battlefield was as expected. The dark clouds and hail that covered the sky and the sun put the Valerdi army in a brief chaos, but they soon discovered that the hail could only make people upset, but had almost no killing effect.

The Valedi army quickly reorganized the order, and the siege of Gosvellen increased instead of decreasing.

This spell is of no use at all.

Yennafa looked at the tower again in confusion. Tris was nowhere to be seen. Instead, the young man in black robe was standing among the battlements on the top of the tower, looking at the Varedi Central Army formation in the distance with a expressionless face.

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When Yennefa and Fringigera arrived, Tris was sitting under the battlements, his chest undulating and his breathing was rapid.

The red-haired warlock was exhausted at this time and had to hold up his hands to resist the falling hail.

"It's too difficult for me to release this spell alone." Tris pointed to the sky and smiled bitterly at Yennefa who was coming.

Yennafa hurried to his best friend and held up a shield: "Tris, what are you doing? Are you stupid?"

But I saw my best friend pointing at the black-robed mage next to me: "He asked me to do it."

Tris was a little afraid of Zach.

So when the brunette young man asked her to release [Melligod Hailstorm], she agreed without thinking too much, even if this spell would exhaust all her magic.

The scene when Zach massacred the imperial guards at Gaston Palace a day ago is still vivid in my mind.

When the coup occurred, one imperial guard after another on the corridor outside the conference hall was photographed with meat sauce.

The black-haired mage turned his back to the door from beginning to end, without looking at it.

He just pushed Philiba into the corner without hesitation, constantly questioning her the details of the [Forbidden Magic Formation] until Philiba was scared and fainted.

It seemed that the massacre on the corridor outside the door had nothing to do with him.

The tragic scene at that time made the sorcerer still feel a little scared.

This "wizard" from other worlds is really strong.

But now the spell was really successfully released, and the sorcerer who calmed down suddenly felt a little confused.

What exactly does he want to do?

"Ms. Yennefa, Ms. Fringigera." Zach, who had been silent, suddenly spoke:

"I remember that warlocks can use some large-scale spells, whether it is the Battle of Soden ten years ago or the Battle of Codwin three years ago, there have been many people who have released large-scale spells of destruction."

"That's right..." Fringigera said, looking at Yennefa and Trisy under the walls: "All three of us were involved in the Battle of Sodden..."

She walked to the edge of the tower and looked at the Valedi army formation in the distance, and the armor was connected to reflect the light of the torch.

While the battle on the city walls is still going on, there are fewer and fewer defenders.

"But if you want to ask whether you can release those spells in the moment..."

There are indeed some so-called [super-level spells] in this world, but only extremely powerful warlocks can release them.

The core of the Battle of Soden is Wigofortz, and the core of the Battle of Codwin is Philipba.

Even they need several or even a dozen other warlocks to succeed.

Fringigera shook her head: "It is impossible for us alone."

Tris finally straightened his breath at this time: "Zach, don't wait any longer..." She called Zach anxiously and called out Zach's name: "If you have any solution, use it quickly!"

Zach's eyes kept looking into the distance.

After being silent for a long time, he suddenly asked an unrelated question:

"Ms. Meligod. You should have been born in Maripo, the southern city of Temeria, right?"

"Ah?" The red-haired warlock didn't react for a moment.

The black-haired young man continued to say:

"Your [Meligord Hailstorm Technique] is derived from [Azulie's Thunder]. "Azulie" should be a very special name for the city of Maripo."

Tris' eyes widened.

Azulie.

It was an ancient and great name, a legendary warlock four hundred years ago.

Zach turned around and happened to see the sorcerer's stunned expression.

The dark night covered the black-haired mage's expression:

"Yes, how powerful the warlocks in this world were once..."

He turned his head to look at the city wall, and the white-haired witch hunter was causing a series of killings among the enemy.

"Azulie created a powerful species, the witch hunter, with a random experiment..."

Zach turned around again and looked at the huge army formation of the Valedi family in the distance:

"One spell can destroy half a city..."

Tris trembled all over.

She suddenly remembered the dent that ran through the entire building on the exterior wall of Maripo Castle, which was dozens of meters long.

When she was a child, she often asked adults what that was.

However, everyone has forgotten its origin, as if it existed there from beginning to end, just a part of the world.

It was not until she grew up to be a warlock that learned about that history.

That is the trace left by the spell.

One day four hundred years ago, Azulie suddenly teleported over Malipo.

Perhaps it was dissatisfaction with the Lord of Maripo,

Maybe it's just a whim.

Maybe it's just an experiment,

He released a super-level spell directly above the heads of tens of thousands of people.

【Azulie's Double Cross】

The spell tore the sky apart and formed a giant portal over the city.

A giant centipede monster that is hundreds of meters long - [Salpid Demon] was summoned by Azulie to the city of Malipo.

The furious salivating demon destroyed half of the city with his huge body, and finally left by himself to end the disaster.

Almost all the large buildings in the city were razed to the ground, and Malipo Castle was one of the few survivors.

The crack that was dozens of meters long on it was just a scratch mark left by one of the hundreds of insect feet of the salivating demon.

Zach slowly raised his right hand to the military formation in the distance.

"The casters of this world have been sinking for too long. You have forgotten the glory of your ancestors, only know how to fight for power and be addicted to worldly desires and cannot extricate yourself..."

Yennafa was confused for a moment. The black-haired mage in front of him had always been friendly and kind to her. This was the first time she heard the other party use this tone.

Arrogant, contempt, helplessness, hatred for not fighting.

"The ancient memory has been sealed into dust and no one can remember it again..."

Tris suddenly felt a breeze blowing across his cheeks, and the air around him seemed to be gathering between the mage's fingers.
Chapter completed!