"Kristen, what's going on ahead?" The elf ship vibrated slightly and gathered into a streamlined shape so that the top of the cabin could recede to both sides in order to speed up as much as possible. It also thoughtfully provided handrails so that passengers could hold the handrails to stand up steadily. .
Princess Norrell stood up from the cabin, leaned out of the cabin above her shoulders, and looked out. As soon as he glanced at it, he took a small breath of air: "Hiss..." It was so majestic.
So brilliant. Just looking up, there is an instinctive trembling feeling, starting from the center of the head and flying downward along the cervical spine.
From the crest of the spine to the tail vertebra, and from the tail vertebra to the sole of the foot. The kind of fear that was similar to cold electricity stung the skin, soaked into the muscles, and flowed through the bones.
Princess Norrell held her hands on the edge of the cabin, raised her head, and lost her voice for a long time: "Oh my god...this, this is really..." She had watched more than one elf ascend to the legend, including warriors and spellcasters.
She also watched the Lord of Thunder move from the second level of legend to the third level of legend. The scene in front of me was not that big in terms of scale.
However, in terms of shocking power, the scene seen in front of me has a different kind of shock that goes straight into the heart.
It seems that there is some kind of different rhythm in this lightning that connects the ground to the sky, pointing directly to the essence of this world...
"Ah, the Mage Tower... This Mage Tower seems to be alive..." Looking from the outside, the entire Mage Tower lit up, with electricity overflowing and shining brightly.
However, what Princess Norrell paid attention to was not this, but the life force overflowing in the air: "This thunder and lightning can actually carry such strong vitality... It feels like the surrounding space, this large area of nature, has been covered by It's like lighting up... Thunder and lightning, the most destructive thunder and lightning, will it also be like this..." She murmured to herself, lost in thought.
Gradually, the spiritual power expands, from contemplation to meditation. The Lord of Thunder looked back at her, stepped into the cabin, and patted the bow of the ship gently: "Ms. Felicia? Please find a safe place to stop and protect Norrell, okay? - Okay? , That’s it, I’m sorry to bother you…” The elf ship descended smoothly, landed at a position where the Mage Tower could be clearly seen with the naked eye, but would not be affected by the explosion of the Mage Tower, and gently stopped.
Then, the ship deforms and takes root, the trees uproot and their crowns spread. The thick and powerful branches formed a small nest, holding the elf princess in the crown of the tree. The dense branches and leaves obscured her figure.
The Lord of Thunder patted the tree trunk with satisfaction, and then began to throw defense and warning magic near the trunk one by one: "Please protect her for a while, and I will go to the front to check the situation... Well, if she comes out of meditation Wake up, tell her I will be back soon, and let her wait here for a while..." Princess Norrell herself is a half-step legend, and this ancient elf tree is a legend in itself.
There are so many protective magics right near the mage tower, visible to the naked eye, so nothing will happen!
He arranged all the protection, then waved his hand and flew towards the mage tower. Flying around the tower, from the top to the bottom, all the windows and doors are closed, and there is no place to enter.
On the contrary, near the mage tower, a group of nature priests looked anxious and looking forward to it. Seeing the Lord of Thunder coming, two or three people immediately flew up: "Your Excellency!"
"Your Mightiness!"
"Your Excellency, Lord of Thunder! You've got it!"
"There was no warning in advance, and it suddenly happened like this... I have no idea what happened... I have no idea what happened..." So there is no use in asking you?
The Lord of Thunder sighed slightly, waved his hand for them to move away, landed on the ground, and walked towards the Mage Tower step by step.
Twenty steps apart, ten steps apart, five steps apart. Electricity flowed down the wall of the mage tower like water, making a crackling sound.
The Lord of Thunder stretched out his hand towards the wall of the mage tower. For a moment, the bright, pure white electricity did not respond to his call and flew directly into his hand.
He frowned slightly, adjusted his breath, added a batch of defensive spells to himself, took a few steps forward, and reached out again.
This time, the lightning that fell along the wall finally fell naturally into his palm. He took a handful and looked at it carefully: "Hmm... very strange, really very strange..." These lightnings, with a A strange activating force with rules he didn't understand.
Just by holding it like this, you can feel it desperately trying to penetrate into your skin. Let every cell, let this hand, let the whole body jump for joy, wanting to swallow this power.
"Hello? Is there anyone? Is there anyone outside-" A hoarse shout could be faintly heard from the gap in the long window of the mage tower.
Messy, hoarse, and sounding a little panicked. What's going on with these mages?
Even if it was attacked and the mage tower was forced to close, it wouldn't be such a mess, right? A level 17 or 18 archmage, a half-legend, who went overseas to preside over a mage tower, should have the ability and mentality to deal with any changes... The Lord of Thunder frowned.
He added a loudspeaker to himself and raised his voice: "I'm Christiane Dicard. What's going on inside? What happened?"
"Ah——" A loud sigh came from inside, like ten, or even dozens of people, heaving a sigh of relief.
After a pause, he continued: "Two and a half hours ago, the Mage Tower suddenly closed all external access and entered an alert state. All the elevators and stairs leading to the top of the tower were closed, and communication was impossible. It is speculated that it may be Nord Master Mark..."
"how is he?"
"I don't know..." Don't know, or don't dare to guess? The Lord of Thunder raised his eyebrows and breathed a sigh of relief.
According to his experience, such a large-scale thunderstorm is probably not a bad thing: advanced? In other words, in the process of advancement?
However, in the past, when he advanced, he was given a large amount of intangible and insubstantial gifts from the world. This time, raging thunder and lightning continued to pound down the stairs for several hours: The brat finally changed direction?
Instead of advancing from the direction of medical treatment or life, did you switch to the direction of thunder and lightning? It should be said that he finally looks a little bit like the plastic energy system, a little bit like a disciple of my Lord of Thunder... However, this child's previous experience in thunder and lightning was not very good.
Now suddenly using thunder and lightning to advance, or in other words, absorbing so many powerful thunder and lightning, will there be any problems?
One is happy, the other is worried. He reached out and touched the wall of the mage tower, trying to let his spiritual power penetrate the wall, communicate with the tower spirit, and let him in.
However, the defense of the mage tower was extremely strong, and there was a powerful torrent of thunder and lightning, which even interfered with his mental power.
After repeated attempts to no avail, the Lord of Thunder had no choice but to heave a sigh of relief and raise his voice again: "I know! I am here! Just do whatever you are supposed to do!"
"yes……"
"Understood……"
"Actually, there's nothing we can do. All the energy-consuming instruments are turned off..."
"It's over, let's do whatever we need to do... We can't do experiments, but at least we can still calculate and verify, right..."
"You! What about you! When the instrument is turned off, don't you know how to rub your hands? Throw away your hammer! The experimental task is so heavy, don't be lazy!"
"Even if the sky falls, there will be tall people holding it up... Now that the Lord of Thunder has arrived, there will be nothing to do with us... Go back, go back to the laboratory!" The magicians started talking and dispersed.
The Lord of Thunder calmed down, holding the lightning in his hand and feeling it attentively. Just when I felt it, a long roar suddenly came from far away: "Teacher——!" The Lord of Thunder turned back.
In a flash of lightning, Philby's figure flashed, flashed, and moved forward rapidly. For a moment, he hovered a mile away from the mage tower, finally stopped, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Teacher, it's great that you are here..."
"So what's going on?"
"I'm not sure either..." Archmage Philbi changed her teleportation to flying, and slowly approached, looking up from time to time to glance at the electric pillar above her head, with a look of shock and confusion on her face.
He flew close to the Lord of Thunder, took a few deep breaths to calm down, and whispered: "What I learned about the situation is this..." The master and apprentice quickly exchanged information.
Finally, Archmage Philby suppressed her shock and tried to sort out her thoughts: "In this case, the possibility of Little Gretel advancing is very high. We used an accelerator to conduct a series of experiments before, and the results were about It's like this..." She quickly dug through her space bag, took out a stack of record books, a few magic crystal cards, and half-finished papers, and presented them with both hands.
The Lord of Thunder took the records with one hand and pointed at the mage tower: "Go and feel those electric currents. There are extraordinary things in them, very extraordinary... By the way, when you feel them, be careful to protect yourself. , the current here cannot be shaken by my mental strength." The teacher's warning must be taken seriously.
Archmage Philby bowed deeply, and did not rush over. He slowly adjusted his physical and mental state, tapped out his spiritual power, and tried to sense it from a distance.
Before she could touch the wall of electricity, a sudden strong wind blew up, causing her to stumble forward. Immediately afterwards, I heard a hollow voice, like sleepwalking, coming from far above my head: "You'd better stay away."
"Who are you?" Archmage Philbi looked up, quickly lifted up her skirt, and ran towards the teacher: "Teacher, this is Mr. Sainz, the Time Dragon!"
"Time Dragon..." The Lord of Thunder whispered softly. Strong winds flowed from the sky, and Time Dragon Sainz descended slowly, still maintaining his faint voice, as if extracted from outside time: "You two are together, standing here, disturbing time too much." …”
"Is something going to happen to little Gretel?" Archmage Philby asked anxiously before the Lord of Thunder could reply.
Time Dragon Sainz shook his head slightly: "He won't. But if you get so close again and go... well, feel, experience, communicate... the time disturbance is too severe, I can't see clearly... it's very possible, Something will happen to you yourself..."
