Dusk is coming.

In Mycella's eyes, which were given mysterious power by the eyes of insight, a drama of light and shadow woven by magical illusions is slowly unfolding.

She witnessed the distant floating city of Sachros, revealing her unknown side in this change of light and shadow.

The shadow people are like a silent symphony orchestra, quietly covering the magnificent city like layers of curtains in a deep and strange way.

Through those narrow gaps that have not been swallowed by the shadows, a clear scroll comes into view: the square located in the heart of the floating city is vast and boundless. It seems to be the stage of the city's soul, carrying countless secrets and legends.

The central area of ​​the square is like a mysterious circular altar, surrounded by a group of daunting sculptures. These gloomy and weird statues are covered with shadow ribbons flowing like the night, standing proudly among the polished obsidian urns with a cold luster, silently telling their past glory and endless sorrow.

Before the Shadow Min Soldier Sculpture and Shadow Min Mage Sculpture, the inscriptions are like a ever-changing galaxy, constantly flashing, disappearing and rebirth. They weave magical flows of information in the void, as if revealing to the world the deep source of power hidden in this city.

At the same time, dark creatures of various forms such as shadows, spirits, gargoyles wander silently within their sphere of influence, just like residents in black dreams, they shuttle through the shadows inside the city, adding a bit of an indescribable mysterious atmosphere.

What is particularly eye-catching are those rare shadow-moving monsters, which have many twisted and wriggling limbs like tentacles, which adds a bit of exotic color to this mysterious city.

The entire floating city that had long broken free from the gravitational constraints of the earth and rose to the clouds was now immersed in a wonderful tranquility.

This tranquility not only makes people feel the extraordinary peace and tranquility, but also makes people feel cold and awe because of its hidden mystery and unknown.

This floating city is like an unfinished poem, floating quietly in the sky, immersing in a deep and unique perfect silence, as if time and space were frozen at this moment, forming a quiet and fantastic picture.

The entire floating city is surrounded by a faint halo, which is a kind of tranquility that transcends the mortal world and transcends the world, making people yearn for it, as if the mind has been purified and sublimated.

However, behind this peace and tranquility, there is a hint of indescribable weirdness and horror. Although those silent towers, streets and architectural communities, although bathed in the soft moonlight, seem to hide some unknown force, which makes people feel cold on their backs and chills up from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

The breeze whispers between the gaps of every stone road in the city, the quiet changes of the clouds at the top of each spire, and even the ancient echoes that seem to be there and do not exist in the air, are silently telling the loneliness and longevity of this floating world.

This feeling of tranquility and creepy intertwined, just like a speechless poem, depicting a solemn and mysterious picture, which shocks everyone who is fortunate to witness its style and cannot be forgotten for a long time.

In the long silence of the Wizard Tower conference room, snow particles hit the pane, and a strange and shrill sound of wind sounded. Mycella raised her head. She thought she had heard the hoarse screams of ravens and crows, but it was just the sound of wind and snow.

"They are laying out the shadow curtain."

In the conference room, Arad, the elder from Harua, was the first to break the silence. He used his fingers wearing a black agate ring to open his hair and pressed his temples, "If the floating city landed in Mokou Town, we cannot afford the consequences of being shrouded in the shadow curtain."

When the others heard this, they said nothing.

Deepwater City wizard Durnan lay in an armchair, staring at the beer glass placed on his belly. After investigating the mysterious incident of Tivanton's disappearance, he stayed in Mokou Town under the order of Mrs. Laila until the scars of the magic net were completely repaired.

Two young men who had just arrived, Azara and Seville turned their heads to the window, while the other looked at the murals on the wall.

Opposite the two of them sat Cormier's Royal Mage Sandra Kot, who had long white beard and penetrating eyes, swept across the other participants of the meeting.

The easiest part of the meeting was the Polaris Lady who transformed into a mature female form. She swung the sapphires on the necklace that fell on her plump chest with interest, and her beautiful and sexy lips were not smiling.

"If you want to resist the attack of the floating city," Arad continued: "You must find a way to break their shadow curtain."

Myrcella nodded deeply. If even the magic barrier of Floating City could not be cracked, she would indeed not be qualified to threaten to repel it.

Brian told her that Elder Arad was best at breaking the magic barrier, so she could feel that since the other party had spoken first, she must have thought of a good way.

"In the age of Neseril." Ms. Polaris spoke, "Any magic barrier in the floating city is basically based on the ten-ring spell "Rave Cypress: Weaving Lock". I have observed it, and it is obviously the same with the shadow curtain of Sakroth."

"If this is the case, it will be easier." Arad relaxed his expression and said, "If the lady is willing to give me a reference to the research materials on this spell, I might be able to think of a method for the shadow curtain."

"Of course there is no problem."

Ms. Polaris smiled slightly, "But, as a descendant of Neseril, I think you should know that the fundamental reason why "Rave Cypress's Weaving Lock" can be maintained as permanently as constant technology is because it links the deep magic net, while Sachroth's shadow curtain links the Shadow Magic Net. Do you know about Shadow Magic Net?"

The words of Ms. Polaris made the meeting fall into a long silence again.

Shadow Magic Net was created by Goddess Shar against Goddess Shar, a magic goddess, Mistala, during the eternal war between Lady Lost Shar and Lady of Moon.

If the magic net is a large network scattered in the material world and composed of network cable channels that transmit spell casting energy, then the shadow magic net is the mesh of this network.

These two magic nets provide two completely different ways of casting.

The most important thing is that Ms. Lost Shar firmly controls the power and secrets of Shadow Magic Network, and only a few people know the existence of Shadow Magic Network.

Thinking of this, Myrcella's expression moved and finally realized the real use of some items that Brian gave him before heading to the world of Magic Net.

"Brian has obtained information about Shadow Magic Net from the Prince of Ghosts in advance." Myrcella waved her hand, and three black covers, books surrounded by shadows, appeared on the desktop, and at the same time, there were two dark purple crystal fragments.

"These two crystals are a magical fragment closely connected to the Shadow Magic Net, which may be of great help to your research."

Everyone showed surprised expressions when they saw the items on the desktop, except for Azara and Severel, who were not of the caster profession.

"Is this a fragment of the Shadow Stone?" Arad stared at the two fragments on the table and murmured to himself: "I have heard that this evil Shadow Magic Net artifact was destroyed by a shadow mage in a ceremony to activate the artifact."

"If you have the help of these Shadow Magic Net knowledge and Shadow Stone fragments." Elder Halua's eyes became confident, "I am at least 90% sure and have developed a way to counter the Shadow Curtain Lock."

"But with my personal strength, it is obviously impossible to do it. After all, the two ghost princes, Ramola and Egerra, are responsible for hosting the shadow curtain." He then added: "So I need the assistance of his two honors, Durnan and Sandracott."

"This is not a problem for me." Cormier's Royal Mage took the lead in proposing.

"In the name of Lady Lady Layla, the public lord of Deepwater City, I am willing to help you with all my strength to resist the attack of the Shadowmen." The portal owner of Skull Port retracted his gaze from the beer mug and said.

"I'll feel relieved." Mycella smiled and looked at Ms. Polaris, "Then I'll trouble you next and help them understand the mystery of "Revcy's Weaving Lock" as soon as possible."

Ms. Polaris nodded slightly.

"What about us two, what do we do?" asked Azara and Seville.

"Cracking the shadow curtain of Sachros does not mean that he has won the victory of this war." Mycella said, "I hope that the two of you can lead your troops and assist Mokou Town in fighting against the coalition forces of the Shadowmen and the Kingdom of Sambia."

"No problem." Seville nodded, "As long as I don't let me stay with these boring old wizards, even if I..."

"You are willing to fight with the Zedi Bear, right?" Before the elf could finish his words, Azara followed it with joking words.

Seville's smile froze on his face and then glared at him fiercely.

After the meeting, Myrcella returned to the study and met Kevlier's best spy alone.

This is a woman wearing a silver chain shirt and full of silver hair tied into a refreshing ponytail. She leaned over and said slightly, "Ms., you asked me to secretly send the letter to Mirabeta, the commander of the Sanby female chief, who has successfully delivered it to her."

Myrcella nodded slightly, but doubt and curiosity quietly floated in her eyes.

In fact, the letter was not arranged by her, but by Brian asked her to do so. As for what the letter was and what its purpose was, she had no idea.

Brian told her that the ritual in the letter might have achieved unexpected results in the Kingdom of Sambiya.

"Is there anything unusual about Sacros?" Myrcella came to her senses and asked.

"Rivaran, the eldest prince of the Ghost City, has returned." A hint of fear appeared on Kevlier's clear face. "This Ghost Prince has changed too much. If I hadn't reacted in time, I would have been almost killed by him."

When Myrcella heard this, her expression suddenly became solemn, "What's going on?"

She had already received news from Brian in advance to let her pay attention to Revalan's movements.

Now, the long-lost prince suddenly appeared in the material world, obviously hiding some terrible secrets.

Kevlil is a legendary shadow thinker who masters a secret technique that perfectly integrates psychic energy and shadow. Although she does not have considerable combat ability, her hiding and lurking skills are extremely excellent. But now she feels a little scared in the other person's words.

"I don't know much, either." Kevlil shook his head in distress and whispered: "Anyway, I feel the power similar to the shadow clergy in him."

Shadow clergy!

Myrcella finally couldn't maintain her calm and composed attitude and showed an incredible expression. She naturally knew a little about the history of Master, the god of thieves.

The power of the Shadow Clergy suddenly appeared on the body of the Ghost Prince.

This war that made her quite confident, with the appearance of the ghost prince Rivalan, she obviously felt a huge pressure.

Now it seems that she can only pray secretly that Karadna will take Shisaiya to the Chaos Sea and get good results.

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"Ask again!" Ilsey Villi shouted: "I want to know what the hell is going on."

Brian felt a silence in his mind, and obviously the mysterious voice disappeared again.

"It's so damn. It seems that I have to learn to stop making a fuss." The female elf who couldn't get a response said depressedly:

"I thought I had chosen to leave Yongju Island for adventure in order to live without being controlled by others. But do you feel that being an adventurer is so stupid, just like a magical figure that follows the rules and follows the rules, at the mercy of others."

“It’s true.”

Brian couldn't help but look at her, and smiled and said that he had the same feelings as her.

Ilsey Weili didn't laugh, glared at him, and said viciously: "Do you want to blow up all the lichs with me?"

"Your magic doesn't work, have you forgotten?" Brian reminded.

"Then I'll cut them all into pieces with my sword, what do you think?"

Ilseyvili said, strode towards the nearest lich, and she tightly grasped the ancient elf sword in her hand.

As the female elf's anger continues to soar, this artifact seems to be responding to the master's mood, flashing a faint white flame.

The silver beards transformed from the realm of the magic net flowed behind her, gathered into thighs, rotated into circles, surrounding each Beno Lich, and releasing some complex and strange magic power.

The power of the mysterious lock flowed again with golden light.

Ilsey Vili obviously didn't notice it at all, and the lichs completely ignored this future elf queen.

When she approached the target and stabbed into the opponent's body with a sword, the lichs in front who were moving towards the group of lichs still did not stop, regardless of Ilsey Vili chopping the lichs behind, and the fragments of the remaining limbs disappeared from the white earth under their feet.

Seeing this, Ilsey Vili strided towards the next lich without hesitation.

Brian looked at the lichs who were casting thoughtfully, and had to choose to quickly follow her steps.

In the center of each circle, the magic light rises upwards, forming an emerald green ring-shaped phantom, rotating around the still Beno Lich at various angles.
To be continued...