Weijia looked at the beautiful picture in front of him and felt a little emotional.
"I'm starting to expect something to show up here."
The next second, the giant lava hand behind Victor grabbed the group of barbarians with temple qualifications in the basket and threw them roughly to the ground in front of them.
A white formation formed on the ground, and a few white feathers flew out from it and penetrated into the bodies of the barbarians.
Under magic, they are forcibly awakened. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar scenes around him.
Although they were tortured enough, these barbarians did not die.
After waking up, they saw the terrifying figure in front of them again, grunting and tearing at their throats. They were lined up, and even though their limbs were broken, their bodies were still repeating the act of begging for mercy.
His head smashed the ice sheet beneath him into large craters, and blood even flowed from his forehead.
Victor said nothing, after all, he could not communicate with these barbarians.
The giant lava hand behind him turned into a finger, and he pointed behind the barbarians.
They understood what Victor meant, turned their heads with difficulty, and looked behind them.
As if they had received some kind of summons, they suddenly froze on the spot.
Suddenly, the waves of the rough sea seemed to be reversed.
Like an earthquake, there were violent tremors on the ice sheet.
The ground shook intensively, as if it was about to shatter.
As the ice sheet shattered, a building gradually emerged from the sea and slowly appeared in the ice ocean.
It seemed to be a palace, with a huge posture, like a miracle.
Finally, it gradually revealed its full appearance, seeming to completely block the sky.
It was a temple.
It is wrapped in white clouds and has an ethereal feeling, which is extremely wonderful.
In the next second, the strong wind gathered together and blew violently on the cliff. The ice crystals and white snow on the snowfield instantly rolled up hundreds of meters.
The ocean was suddenly dumped, roaring towards the temple.
As if they had seen a miracle, the barbarians put their heads on the ground and never dared to raise their heads again.
Victor looked calmly at the miracle that appeared out of thin air in front of him.
Temple of Wind.
Located in the far north of the Far North, in the Arctic Icefield, where the storms are strongest.
There have been constant winds and snows here year after year, and strong hurricanes have created a strong wind element here.
However, the divine power granted to those qualified by a temple of wind is immune to fire damage.
Similarly, the Temple of Earth will grant those who qualify a manifestation of divine power that is immune to the wood element.
The wind helps the fire, and the earth and trees grow.
The temple seemed to sense the appearance of those qualified people, and slowly opened the door to welcome the qualified people.
A strong storm swept across instantly, and even a terrifying crack was blown out of the ice sheet beneath his feet.
But the qualified people can no longer move their bodies.
Victor walked slowly towards the temple, and soon, he stood at the door.
A strong hurricane instantly surrounded Victor, blocking his progress.
Victor just glanced at the door indifferently, and his windbreaker suddenly flashed.
The lines on the windbreaker gradually brightened, and behind the two colors, two different giant beasts seemed to gradually appear, and the energy poured out completely surrounded the temple.
A powerful aura erupted from Victor's body, and the rich natural energy overflowed from his body, and the rough hurricane could not blow it away at all.
The power of repulsion was suddenly interrupted and there was no response.
"Trouble."
Victor knew that the power of the temple could no longer stop him. .
Disaster is a more advanced power than the Temple of Heritage, because the ability of the Temple of Heritage is inherited from Disaster.
Victor knows this, so...
Not letting you in when a disaster strikes is like not opening the door when your father comes to your house.
Victor stepped into the temple, and the storm outside gradually calmed down.
Only those few qualified people were left shivering in the storm, feeling their last lives gradually dissipating in the cold and loneliness amid endless fear and doubt.
…
"Everyone in the Pale Magic Guild! Gather together!"
"Within five minutes, all 4,382 people will gather in the snowfield!"
The magicians passed the message to each other, and all the magicians on the snowfield took action. The chaotic footsteps raised the thick snow on the snowfield several meters high.
The rumble of footsteps suddenly resounded throughout the empty snowfield.
The animals hiding under the snow could not help but run towards the depths of the snowfield due to this huge vibration.
The rugged men took off their animal skins and put on their pure white battle robes again.
Holding magic weapons in their hands, they stood lined up in the snowy field, standing at attention seriously, waiting for the general's instructions.
In less than five minutes, all the magicians and mages were assembled.
Amelia stood beside Vladimir. She also put on a white and heavy robe to cover the scars on her lower abdomen.
The impatient temperament she had before has long since been cleared away, and now she has an extremely cold demeanor.
Vladimir stood on the ice and snow platform of the Magic Group, looking at everyone present with an extremely serious expression and strong expectations in his eyes.
"Warriors of the Pale Magic Group, a battle is imminent."
"We have been stationed here for more than twenty years, and today! We will immediately put an end to those cruel demons and those barbarian bastards!"
"The time to resist has come! We must seize this opportunity to completely drive out those bastards and fight them farther than the Far North!"
Thousands of magicians and mages suddenly became extremely high-spirited, their fists clenched more and more tightly, their bodies could not stop trembling due to excitement, and everyone's face turned red from holding back.
But there are still many rational people among them who are a little confused.
Why don't you say anything? The Magical Council is about to start this war.
"Why is there suddenly going to be a war?"
"Are those knights planning to cooperate with us?"
The Pale Magic Order itself is a group composed of many magicians and mages mixed with each other.
In the face of the extremely powerful barbarians, the magicians, who relied on the combination of physical body and magic, had some ability to resist.
But the mages can't.
If the Northern Knights are present, they can take advantage of their powerful equipment to face off physically and against the enemy.
The knights resisted the barbarians at the front, with the magicians following closely behind. The mages were surrounded and had a safe output environment. They could focus entirely on constructing magic and continuously inflict extremely terrifying magic attacks on the barbarians.
But now...
Those northern knights never intended to have a heart-to-heart relationship with their magician.
Vladimir narrowed his eyes and asked back.
"Just say whether to fight or not."
When the thousands of members of the Pale Magic Group heard this, their bodies suddenly trembled, and they subconsciously responded immediately.
"Fuck! Fight! Must fight!"
“The hatred between us and the barbarians is stained with the blood of countless martyrs, and we can’t bear the hatred that spans twenty years!”
"Yes! We can't help it anymore!"
As long as the president gives the order, even if they have doubts in their hearts, they must devote all their strength to a battle.
After twenty years of friendship and blood and sweat, they did not hesitate.
Vladimir looked at them and laughed!
"Hahahaha! Okay!"
"This time, we just need to go deep into the far north, drive away the barbarians, and bring back a warrior."
"Of course, the surrounding tribes have been wiped out. We don't have to worry about those pups blocking our actions."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone's morale was further stimulated.
Vladimir looked at his excited subordinates with a proud smile on his face.
He lowered his head and looked at Erica beside him, and said:
"Erica."
"It looks like your training will be put on hold for a few days."
"However, as a saying goes, actual combat is the best training."
Erica understood what Vladimir meant.
He was asking himself whether he wanted to participate in this war.
If she was afraid of danger, then she could refuse.
But this is inconsistent with Erica's original intention.
She always remembered her goal, what she wanted to pursue.
If she didn't even dare to participate in such a war, how could she pursue Victor.
And there was some speculation in Erica's mind.
The warrior who went deep into the far north and wiped out countless barbarians.
Could it be, it’s Professor Victor.
Many doubts remained in her heart, so Erica nodded.
Vladimir looked at her reaction and was very satisfied.
"Hahahaha! Okay! But you don't have to be too afraid."
"Even if there is a fight, we magicians will definitely be at the front, and you mages will just sing a few magic supports from behind."
"Amelia."
He muttered something casually, and the frosty-faced mage beside him quickly responded.
"Let this little girl follow your mage group. I believe she doesn't need your care."
"Hmph, the mage is not as fragile as you say."
She snorted coldly and agreed.
After doing all this, Vladimir looked at everyone in the Magic Group again.
His eyes seemed to be full of strong fighting spirit.
"The Pale Magic Guild, all march forward!"
"Target, the far north!"
In an instant, under Vladimir’s announcement.
The shouts of all the magicians were getting louder and louder, and the snow-covered mountains a hundred meters away seemed to be shaking.
Amid the shouts, Dick hurried to the front of the team.
"General! There is a knight outside looking for you!"
"oh?"
At this juncture, there are actually knights looking for him?
Vladimir raised his eyebrows in interest, but before he could say anything.
A female knight wearing a heavy silver helmet had already walked from the side.
The armor on her body collided with each other, making a clanging sound.
Erica looked at her, eyes widening slightly.
But the female knight seemed not to notice her at all, she just looked at Vladimir with a calm tone.
"General Lebedev, you want to go to the far north, right?"
Vladimir was very confused, and the magicians of the Magisterium looked a little more rude in their tone when they saw the arrival of a knight.
"Huh, a knight? Aren't they just huddled in that huge castle and being cowardly bastards?"
"Still a female knight? I really didn't expect that, do you northern knights have no men?"
Amidst the jeers, the female knight in front of her did not show any displeasure.
She just looked at Vladimir calmly and said.
"I have a request. I hope I can follow you to the far north."
"Hoho?"
Vladimir laughed twice with interest, and waved his hand to signal the magicians to quiet down.
When the crowd quieted down, he looked at Gwen again and asked.
"Why? You have to give me a reason."
"Otherwise you have seen that I do not allow a single knight to join my team."
She did not continue speaking, but took out a piece of golden parchment from her waist.
There seemed to be a faint magic power on the parchment, and it was constantly flickering as if it was close to something.
The paper was slightly warm in her hands, and even the surrounding air was distorted by its temperature.
The people present were either magicians or mages, and they could all see the magic residue left on this parchment.
This must be a magical item crafted by a powerful mage.
Before Vladimir could ask, the female knight said with a normal expression.
"Using this parchment, I can accurately find Victor's location."
Find Victor's location?
Upon hearing this word, Vladimir suddenly became interested.
Obviously, the relationship between the other party and Victor is definitely not ordinary.
So Vladimir asked.
"Who are you?"
Gwen put away the parchment and took a deep breath.
As if making a decision, she finally spoke slowly.
The tone was full of doubt.
"I'm Gwen Dollin."
"Victor Craven's fiancée."
