Blood of Mercury

The wizards began to yearn strongly, and Anvilia lowered the distortion barrier.

In their opinion, the reason why they are so embarrassed by those optical flows must be because the space that can be avoided is limited by the distortion of the enchantment. If there is enough space to dodge, they won't be killed by those light streams.

Moreover, now that the first tower and the second tower were destroyed, there was no point in defending the White Tower, which was left in ruins.

Even when the first wave of attacks came, many wizards realized that distorting the barrier would inevitably become an obstacle to their survival. In order for the distortion barrier to play a protective role rather than a restriction, the first thing to ensure is that the inside of the distortion barrier is absolutely harmless.

It's like putting a plague infected person in an underground shelter. Any riot that erupts in an absolutely confined space is a prelude to destruction.

But even if they realize it, it won't help.

Ordinary wizards have no right to see Anvilia. And wizards with higher authority have no chance of persuading Anvilia.

Talents with authority and clear thinking, such as the alcoholic director, have been placed in the fifth tower by Anvilia and Scott.

Today's fifth tower can be said to be a mobile treasure house. All the undamaged important research materials, experimental data and backups of the enchantment of the entire White Tower were all transferred by Scott, in addition to the new generation of talents including An Ruosi and those with real talents and practical knowledge. Old wizard.

In case the White Tower is really facing irreparable destruction, Merlin will take the entire fifth tower and teleport to a safe place at random, and use the illusion enchantment to completely hide himself before. This kind of teleportation can be performed six times a month. Until the area near the landing point is determined to be safe enough, the fifth tower will never open its own hidden barrier, and it will move every once in a while to ensure its own position. 's secrecy.

Until Merlin gets the management rights of the land near the landing point.

There is no problem with buying a title or buying land. In just one month, Merlin can fully unfold dozens of enchantments such as the Old City Enchantment, the Overlooker Enchantment, and the Distorted Enchantment, and redefine the sphere of influence of the White Tower.

Therefore, for Anvilia and Scott, the importance of the fifth tower is completely different from the other four towers.

The fifth tower is the future of the White Tower. Even if you avoid fighting. Sitting and watching the destruction of the White Tower will not reveal the existence of the fifth tower... Anyway, if it is exposed, it is already impossible to win.

So far, the fifth tower, which has been hidden because of the hidden barrier, belongs to an urban legend level even if it is looking into the interior of the White Tower. Not even sure if it exists. Anyone who can know the identity of the tower owner of the fifth tower can be said to belong to the decision-making level of the white tower without exception.

"Scott, help me up."

Anvilia showed a soft smile, looking at Scott's eyes full of soft light.

Scott's face as stiff and cold as a corpse finally melted away.

But for the first time, he did not obey Anvilia's words, but just knelt on the ground. Both hands tightly held Anvilia's hand.

It is said to be tight, but strictly speaking, it can only be said that there is contact.

As if he was afraid that he would accidentally crush Anveria's slender hands, Scott held up Anveria's hands and controlled his strength with all his might, hoping not to put any pressure on Anveria's hands. Excessive stress.

Anvilia was visibly stunned.

"Your Highness... I am with you."

Scott looked at Anvilia's eyes and said very seriously: "It doesn't matter if I die. I don't care about anything, as long as you can..."

"……I know."

Anglia interrupted what Scott didn't say.

She sighed invisibly: "Don't go on talking, okay, Scott."

"...as you wish."

Scott's voice didn't tremble in the slightest, but Anvilia felt his hands icy cold for a moment.

Then Scott didn't seem to care. He put his hands down from Anvilia's hands as if nothing had happened.

"Scott, if I'm gone. You have to protect Merlin's inheritance..."

"Do not."

Scott simply refused: "I am your knight, and I will never die behind you."

"Scott..."

"That's an insult to my personality... Please don't say it again."

"……All right."

Anvilia raised her head again, quietly looked at Scott's low-pitched leak, and agreed with a blank face: "Then, Scott. I won't resurrect you this time."

"As you wish."

"Just give me peace of mind and go to hell."

"As you wish."

Scott's face was unmoved. He just lowered his head and unconditionally responded to Anvilia's order with an emotionless voice.

Suddenly, Anvilia leaned over and pressed her forehead against Scott's forehead.

Scott's body froze suddenly, then quickly recovered.

"Scott..."

Anvilia made a faint, sleepy voice: "Can you protect me. My knight?"

At that moment, Scott's pupils instantly dilated.

He remembered the first time he saw Anvilia a thousand years ago.

At that time, in the back garden of King Lessar. Scott, who is only one meter tall, slept in the afternoon leaning against a huge winged tree surrounded by five people.

As a future swordsman, Scott was already different from children his age, and spent every day in hard training. He was wearing the tight brown leather armor of a scaled-down swordguard unit, and a rapier made from a child's body slung around his waist.

Although he heard that he was going to meet the master he would serve in the future, Scott didn't bother to talk to a little kid who didn't understand anything. He didn't care that his father was anxious to find him everywhere, he just relied on the advantage of his small body. Completely submerge the body in a sea of ​​flowers that can drown the half-length of an adult.

It wasn't his father's scabbard that woke Scott up, but a faint scent.

When Scott quietly opened his eyes, a beautiful girl about a head taller than him was squatting beside him, looking at him curiously.

Her face is reminiscent of a lily. The gilt-golden hair, which had not reached his waist, was loose and not tied, and it was still wet with water vapor. And her eyes were amber with a golden halo that impressed Scott.

"Who are you?"

Little Scott asked cautiously.

"I'm Anvilia, the princess of Lessar," Anveria looked at Scott with a smile, "Are you my knight?"

"...don't get me wrong. I haven't agreed yet."

Scott blushed slightly at the time, turned his head to one side, and said proudly in a childish voice with confidence: "No one can shake the will of Sir Scott!"

"Then you agree."

Anvilia squinted her beautiful amber eyes, put her head close, and pressed Scott's forehead condescendingly: "Can you protect me, my knight?"

...Is there a mistake, I haven't agreed yet.

But for some reason ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ smelling the aroma of Anvilia, little Scott responded mysteriously: "Then you will marry me."

Anvilia heard the words, but showed a distressed smile: "This is not good. If Lessar and Lesnar get married, those adults will be very distressed... Even if I can't marry you, you will Can you protect me?"

"Of course. I've already decided on my side. It's up to you whether you want to marry or not."

Scott didn't know where the courage came from at that time, hugged Anvilia in the scream of Anvilia, and called out to his father who ran over to him: "Sir Scott's will , no one can shake it!"

...although he was beaten badly by his father after that. But Scott never regretted his brave hug at the time.

The corners of Scott's mouth rose inexplicably.

After a lapse of hundreds of years, a smile that was actually not very good-looking finally gradually bloomed on that cold and ruthless face like a dead man: "Of course. Of course I will protect you."

"—My will, never waver." (To be continued.)