Vol 6 Chapter 462

Thassard's wizards looked at the fleet rather modestly. ∑. ∑ Between the horizontal branches, the silver battleship reflected the sunlight, shining with sparkling light. It was the Kanechian fleet, and among Bugatian artisan wizards, Kanekic's floating warship was also one of the most advanced warships. Although these Sazard wizards were unwilling to admit it, they had to say Tony. The Gehrs now have a fleet that is even more powerful than them.

This is exactly what made Sarde witch angry at Vladimir, who believed that William had betrayed the Bugatians.

"That was the fleet built by the Kaneks to help mortals, and the only army in this fortress that threatened us, so we cannot invade this fortress from the sky." The wizard, headed back, said, "Detect if there is The penalty area for transmitting magic. "

Soon, the wizards looked surprised.

"There is no magical restricted area?"

"These mortals ..." The wizard, headed by it, couldn't help but grin. However, it is understandable. After all, in the mortal world, there are only a few wizards who can cast teleportation spells, and setting up a teleportation forbidden zone costs a lot, let alone covering such a large airspace.

Mortals have mortal thinking patterns, and their war is very different from that of wizards, and it is normal to think so.

He pointed to a place: "We teleport to the middle of the branches first."

"understand."

The light spirit created a huge cavity area inside Valhalla. Numerous branches and veins protruded from the tree wall, coiling around the bottom of the cavity like aerial roots. There, more than a dozen giant magic engines are roaring all day, transforming the pure magic from the magic crystal ore into the central crystal tower.

Above the cavity, an artificial sun flickering with dazzling light is floating, countless light spots are flying around this artificial sun, and the entire interior of the cavity is illuminated as daylight.

Beneath the crystal tower, Glitter Monica is talking to a blurry white figure.

"The energy of the slate is beyond our imagination. In this way, the underlying network will soon be fully charged. However, you have just born consciousness, and it may take some time to become familiar with your body."

The figure nodded slowly, it seemed like a girl with long hair and a shawl. Wearing a new green leaf robe, but the figure was blurred and shrouded in white light.

"Do you want to self-examine your body again? Yeah, the sooner you become familiar, the faster you can move it. Although this is only the primary form of Valhalla, but from the moment you are born, it will I have the prototype of the super stronghold in the past. "

The girl closed her eyes slowly, but after a while she suddenly opened her eyes strangely.

"what happened?"

"I feel stranger intruders."

"Intruder?"

Monica froze.

"What kind of person."

"It seems to be the people of silver, but their blood seems to have deteriorated badly. I feel the breath of the managers from them. They should be descendants of the observers."

"Oh, Bugatians." Monica thought for a moment. "The uninvited guys, they should be the guys in Taraki. Can I see them?"

The girl nodded.

For a moment, Monica saw seven or eight gray wizards appearing in the light curtain in front of them. They were drawing a magic circle on the ground in the nearby hills, although Miss Guangling did not know the magic circle. But this does not prevent her from guessing that it is a teleportation circle.

"Sure enough these guys."

"Monica, I don't like these people very much. They are spying on me without my permission. They seem to be teleporting into me. Can I reject their request?"

"I don't like it either," Monica frowned. "Can you deal with them?"

"can."

"Oh. But wait," Miss Guangling suddenly thought of, "don't have to worry so much, move them to District 41."

The girl thought for a moment that Valhalla was like a body to her. But forty-one district strictly speaking can only be regarded as an outbuilding of this fortress, not in her body.

She thought for a moment before thinking of that place.

"Mr. Babu, please allow me to interrupt for a while. Ms. Monica asked me to send some intruders to you. Is that okay?"

The giant artisan Bab is doing meditation throughout the day. The Cloud Giants don't need to eat and rarely need sleep, and tiamat's network will automatically transfer energy to them. However, in the morning of the day, they will meditate and pray. Such religious rituals have been passed down for thousands of years and have become a tradition in the blood of each cloud giant.

However, the girl's voice made him look up and replied gracefully: "Ms. World Tree, I can serve you. This is the honor of the giants. Where are the invaders?"

The gray robe wizards have just stepped into the teleportation array, and the scenery in front of them is a flower, but what reappears in their field of vision is not the Hall of Trees in the middle of Valhalla, but a more magnificent marble palace full of classical beauty.

I saw the surrounding pillars supporting the vault, each one of them was huge and shocking, enough to be looked up, they were lined up one by one, densely packed. The cloud pattern on the ground floor of the hall sets off a sea of ​​clouds floating outside the rows of corridor columns, as if the legendary temple in the clouds, and every furnishing in the hall sets off the smallness of the wizards.

The wizards in the gray robes were completely stunned. This is the home of the legendary giant. What kind of place did their teleportation spell take them to?

But they understood immediately.

Because a giant in a white robe and a mustache with hair curled out of the darkness and came to them. The giant had long bright golden hair, blue eyes like the sea, white clothes like snow, and gold folds between each fold, glittering in the sun. He behaved gracefully and noble, as if an elegant statue.

This is not the legendary cannibal trolls in the wilderness, nor the despicable and cruel descendants of the mythical giant gods, but a real giant and a cloud giant.

The giant looked down at these tiny invaders.

"Bugat, Taraki," the giant said in turn, sounding like thunder, echoing in the hall: "Why do you come here with evil purposes, I can feel the fallen breath on you, proud in the past Are the people of silver now dependent on the Dragon of Dusk? "

The wizards were stunned.

They looked at each other, and after a while, the headed wizard replied tremblingly, "Master, are you really a cloud giant?"

"I remember those days when I fought alongside the Tarakis."

Babu closed his eyes and recalled.

"Ah!" The headed wizard seemed to have been struck by a thunderbolt: "You, you are the artisan **** Babu!"

"Exactly, you are the descendant of Korakic, I feel the secret walker breath from you," Babu replied.

The headed wizard shuddered, and he replied cautiously, "That's my grandfather, my lord."

"The descendants of Korakic, your grandfather died in the Sixth War. He died with a cluster lord, and I personally returned his bones to Taraki," Babu replied: " Your grandfather ’s soul rose to the sky and turned into a star, watching what the people behind him did. Did your choice today really rest the ancestors? ”

Several wizards were silent.

"We are trapped by our mission, sir." The headed wizard replied: "Not every Taraki has supported the actions of the sorceress and the sage Vladimir. Slate is important to us and we need to rely on it to achieve our glory. "

"What is the true glory, Korakick's descendants," Babu replied: "Your grandfather's generation, they have lost the large silver library, but no one dares to say that they are despicable when they Their souls were sublimated in that war, and they got their glory. "

"And you?"

The wizard stood there staring at each other, wondering how to refute.

"Tell me," Babu replied softly, "descendants of Korakic, your choice."

The wizards had to bow their heads. It was the Cloud Giant, and Jin Zhimin was also the most pure-blooded generation, and it was Babu, the **** of craftsmen. When he became famous, the sixth war was not over.

Eight wizards knelt on one knee one by one, and stroked their chests with their hands, "We are willing to work for you, Lord Babu."

"Not for me," Babu shook his head, "you will be loyal to the monarchs of this world."

The wizards looked at each other for a moment, each with a stunned look on their faces.

In the hollow hall in the middle area of ​​Valhalla, the roar of the machinery remained. After listening to the description from the girl in front, Monica couldn't help wrinkling her nose.

"They surrendered, it was really entanglement." Guangling replied very dissatisfied: "If we knew this, it would be better to directly reject their transmission request and throw these abominable guys into the turbulent space. "

The newly born conscious girl did not understand why Miss Monica was angry. She just tilted her head and looked at the scene with some doubt.

"Forget it." Monica suddenly flew up, flying around the crystal tower: "I knew that Bubu wouldn't do anything to the Bugatians."

But at this time, she suddenly felt a heat on her chest.

Monica's face changed slightly, and she hurriedly picked up a gem from the light-woven clothes. The dark red gem was the size of a human pinky head, but the size of a bright girl's slap.

At this moment, a clear crack appeared on the gem.

Monica's face turned pale.

…… (To be continued.) Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotian.net