บท 515: Beautiful World (2)

Somewhere by the edge of Rayton Highland.

The snow was heavy and the snowflakes almost looked like falling feathers. They piled up on the ground and it seemed like none of them were melting.

Broken pieces of human bodies covered the land and the snow was soaked in blood.

Two wizards were confronting each other among the bodies—a handsome man in a black outfit and one wearing a long red robe with a blood aura around him.

"Turin, any last words?" the man in a long red robe asked. 

"Last words?" Turin raised his head, revealing his pretty face.

The sky was dark, there were black dots and white dots fighting. Turin could hear the explosions and random noises made by the energy movements. The black dots were black eagles from the Dark Wizard Tower and the white dots were armored flying mounts from the alliance.

The flying mounts looked like sesame in the sky, but each of the mounts was more than three meters tall. They were war machines.