Chapter 212

In the spring night, a few residual stars can be seen in the broken sky. The blowing breeze falls quietly along the gradually healed cracks and gently sweeps over the ruins courtyard.

The depressed atmosphere disappeared, modrian moved his rigid body, the dim residual stars reflected some starlight, and an elegant and beautiful figure was reflected in the black pupils.

Wrapped in plain clothes, Jana's tall and full body floated quietly in the air, a foot away from the ground, and her right hand slightly folded her long white hair scattered around her shoulders, revealing her long delicate ears.

"Sorry, Lord, I'm a little late." there was a trace of apology in her indifferent voice. Jana lowered her white face and said softly.

When she felt that the breath of legend came to Limon tannu, she had an ominous premonition, especially when the breath of legend was mixed with the disgusting smell of the abyss, everything happened in the worst direction.

When the field of "turning back the curtain of heaven in the shadow world" was born, Jean Jana once lost her way and searched hard for the traces left by modrian.

Fate is ruthless and reversed!

The shattering of the shadow world allows Jana to confirm the source of power, while the angry shot of the shadow side Scripps allows her to find the specific positioning of modrian.

Fortunately, everything is not over!

"Hands of Knox · dreus!" Jana turned her head and looked at dreus surrounded by the green wind. Her blue eyes were full of amazement.

When walloran was on the mainland, the power symbol of the Knox Empire stood at the peak of mortals. While pursuing power, he was also seeking his own change, trying to get close to those extraordinary lives (including Jana), which won the appreciation of many people. Even if his character was too tough and overbearing, he could not change the burning heart of power.

In this world, the gap between the Knight Chief and the legendary crown in the continent of caladimos is also a gap between heaven and earth. Dreus, adhering to the road he once pursued, carried the black cutter to resolutely repel a cross-border attack under the legendary crown.

Following Jana's eyes, modrian also looked at dreus, whose lower body was wrapped by the green wind. His tragic appearance was somewhat distressing. The crisscross scars covered his big body, and the pale muscles soaked like water. It was the sequelae of excessive blood loss, and the white bones supporting his body were faintly visible.

In addition, the most shocking thing is dreus's arms. His almost broken arms are soft and fall on his waist. It is only the residual memory of muscles and the excessively stiff wrist that makes him hold the black cutter tightly with his right hand.

"What about dreus?" modrian's tone was a little hurt. He recognized his mistake.

The price is that dreus shook the devil Lord with a knight's long body. Under the crown of a legend who stepped into the road of law, this is a great achievement that can be recorded in the long river of time, but it was bought with a half disabled body.

"Don't worry, it's not too bad," said Jana, gazing at the closed dreus, comforting. With white sleeves, she gently held the elegant and exquisite cyan staff in her right hand, and a wisp of breeze floated on the top of the staff.

Soon, these wind elves danced in gorgeous tracks, interwoven on the side of dreus, and integrated into his burly body like moths to the fire.

Eye of the storm!

[eye of the storm: Gana releases a wind shield for the target friendly hero. The shield will have a certain healing effect on the target, and form a wind barrier to absorb the damage until it is destroyed.]

The green wind gathered around dreus, and those terrible wounds healed with the naked eye after the kiss of the wind spirit. The blood and flesh that had been cut grew slowly in the surging breath of life and wrapped the exposed white bones again.

"It's time for you to make a choice. Shall I leave or stay?" Jana looked around. In the overflowing energy storm, even with the protection of modrian's Knight aura, the standing trefari soldiers and shadow flow disciples suffered varying degrees of scars.

When the blue staff was waved, different layers of green wind whirled around the people's body, and a faint wind whispered.

Hearing the speech, modrian was silent for a while, looking up at the gradually visible starry sky. At a few points, the residual stars closed their eyes, fell into deep darkness, and the dim brilliance disappeared.

Returning to the main world is imminent. He feels that most of the residual energy in the shadow world has disappeared, and his own strength alone is enough to break the space barrier.

"Keep hiding, it's not over yet. I have a hunch that this dispute over the throne will be wonderful!" modrian said firmly, looking at Jana, the waking dreus and the robbery hidden in the shadow again.

He didn't believe that the devil Lord would let them go easily. It can be seen from the forced action across the boundary that the hidden shadow cult would make a bloody choice.

Jana hesitated for a moment, her eyebrows flickered a little confused, and finally whispered her perception. When she forcibly tore up the space and appeared in the ruins of the courtyard, she felt a faint consciousness emerging around the courtyard. The source came from the mage tower standing in limontanlu.

"I don't know if the master of the mage tower in limontanlune noticed my move, but I'm sure he should be aware of my existence."

Modrian frowned. He knew the existence of what Jana said, the guardian of limontanlu under the crown of Craig.

"It doesn't matter. Valoran and Craig have no conflicting interests."

"Well, may the meaning of truth be with you." Jana leaned slightly and looked into the distance. Her figure suddenly became a blue blue bird and disappeared into the vast night sky.

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Time goes back a little.

The roar of trembling heaven and earth sounded over limontanlu. Hewlett, including the Duke of dakama who came out of quel manor, looked at the dark night, where a slight space crack was slowly dissipating.

Soon, a breath of dignity like prison came to Limon tantalum, like the end. The heavy pressure fell on the soul out of thin air and forced them to lower their heads.

"Is it a legend?" compared with Hewlett, who was struggling hard at this time, Duke dakama raised his head like a proud lion and stared at the Cecil arena torn open.

The source of the released breath overflows there, and there is a disgusting smell, the smell from the abyss!

However, in the twinkling of an eye, the thin and diffuse water mist appeared in the night, dispelling the overbearing atmosphere filled between heaven and earth, and restoring Limon Tanlu to normal order. It seems that the once fleeting abyss atmosphere is an illusion.

"It's really a legend. It can make Craig win the crown. It seems that the legendary strength from the abyss can't be underestimated, even an abyss Lord!" Duke dakama turned to look at the bright mage tower glittering purple in the distance and said thoughtfully.

The storm swept through stoke kingdom. He can't see the future. Is it new or destroyed?