The next day, Cassie Lonagan learned the names of the old hunter and his son.

"My name is Dane Vikander, this is my son Judy Vikander." Before the morning was dawn, the old hunter took his son and Cassie Lonagan to say goodbye. "I thought you were just a group of bandits before, but I didn't expect you to do such a great thing. I'm not a worker, and I don't know the hardships you have experienced. But everyone is suffering, and no one can laugh at each other. Our wife is still waiting for her. She probably should be anxious if she doesn't go back for a day. You want me to teach you the hunting skills, and this is fine. When I go back and settle, I will come to you. Can I?"

"Yes, I'll wait for you to come back."

Cassie Lonagan agreed readily, and had not forgotten to give the old hunter some money, "That money should be treated as our apology. I'm sorry to tie you and Judy on the tree for a day."

"How can this work!"

The old man waved his hand and asked not to have that money. Although he was poor, he still had basic principles and would not receive any rewards without merit. What's more, the people on the other side still suffered the same hardship as him.

"Take it, we have to learn hunting from you, just treat it as tuition."

Cassie Lonagan insisted on giving it to him, but Dane Vikand refused, so he took it. He finally looked at Cassie Lonagan carefully and gave him a sentence.

"Although I don't have much education, I think you will definitely succeed."

Cassie Lonagan chuckled softly, and he stood there to send away two hunters, one old and one young, before returning to the cave and began to calm the emotions of his two companions.

"No, I said, how could they let them go like this? They will definitely not come back after they leave, and, they might go to report to the official! After reporting to the official, they will bring people to arrest us and get bounties. Isn't it faster to come to the money?"

Tara and Hansen obviously did not trust the two hunters, and complained in and out of the way. Yaro Lynch was a little calmer than him, sitting on a stone, gnawing on the rye-faced pancake. "They are also poor people, and they may not suffer less from the government. I don't know how to ask them to help the government arrest us. But I think they are not very good at reporting to the officials, but they should not come back. After all, getting mixed with us is equivalent to rebellion. If this matter is spread, it is probably both father and son. So, even if you give them money, you will give it in vain."

"I don't think so," Cassie Lonagan did not agree with his two companions. He picked up the rye-nooded bread on the table and weighed it in his hand. The cake for lunch was pitiful, not even half the size of his palm. "They are all honest people, honest people are trustworthy. Since I have collected my money and are basically proletarians with us, I think they will come back."

"How can peasants have their own land?", Tara and Hansen objected, "They have land, they have proletariat, and they are the objects we want to overthrow!"

"They are hunters, not farmers," Cassie Lonagan took a bite of the cake, hard and almost bitten it down. He soaked the cake in his big teapot, shook the jar, and continued, "The hunters have no land. Moreover, many of the farmers nowadays are tenant farmers, and they may not necessarily have their own land. "Fluorite" also said that if the workers and peasants are in their family, if we want to win the revolution, we must unite the peasant class."

"Just those mud legs that don't even plan to sell food to us?"

Tara and Hansen frowned, obviously having some disagreements with Cassi Lonagan's words. Yaro Lynch looked at the two partners and found it a little funny. When the uprising first, he, a man from the Rewadren Textile Factory, was worried about being excluded by the two leaders from Chisha Foundry, but he did not expect that these two people would have a lot of trouble every day, so how could they have time to take care of him?

"The thoughts of farmers require us to enlighten and enlighten the minds." Cassie Lonagan has a deep impression of the articles and sentences that appeared in "Fluorite". "Everyone came from ignorance. Before we studied "On Capital", we were also confused and didn't understand anything?"

"Okay, you have a good memory, you are smart, you are reasonable!"

Tara and Hansen were impatient and waved his hand to signal Cassie Lonagan not to speak. Cassie Lonagan was also used to his character, stopped talking, and looked at the pancake in his teapot with peace of mind, and remained silent.

"But..." Casey Lonagan thought for a while and made another suggestion, "Hanson's words make sense. If Dane sells us, we can't be unprepared. In this way, from noon, arrange more guards around the land they know, and then set up ambush around the land they know. If he really brings people here, we will make them lose their appetite."

"That's true."

Tara and Hansen looked at Casey carefully, "The Chairman didn't expect you to think very carefully."

"That's natural", Cassie relaxed a little and smiled, "After all, it's related to everyone's wealth and life, so I dare not be careless or careless."

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When the sky was just dark, the old hunter Dane Vikander appeared alone next to the woods where he had been tied up. Although he was illiterate, he was very familiar with the forest and found the place where he left without any effort. However, unlike when he first came here two days ago, the small land reclaimed in the forest has lost popularity. It was as if the beginning of its reclaim was to be abandoned.

"Are you here?"

A soldier who was unaware of came out of the woods and walked to Dane. Dane Vikander smiled at him, "Since you promised your chairman, you will come over. Although we people in the mountains are illiterate, we still talk about morality and credit."

"That's good!"

The soldier turned around and signaled to Dane to follow, "Our chairman said, you will definitely come back. When you come back, I will take you to see him directly."

Dane nodded. He had a good impression of Cassie, and Cassie's arrangements also proved his judgment. In just one day, the land was almost as cleared as the traces of the surrounding guerrilla activities. If you didn't look for it carefully, you could not find any clues. It seemed that the man was also a little wary of himself.

Although he guessed Cassie Lonagan's intention, Dane didn't feel angry or angry. If it were anyone, it would probably be the same. He held his breath and followed the soldier through the forest, and finally found a small tent under a big tree. The revolutionary leader he had met before was standing in front of the tent, looking at the direction he came.

"My fellow villager, I'm very happy that you can come."

Cassie Lonagan smiled and held Dane's hand and shook it hard. The old hunter proved his judgment with his actions. The old man was indeed a trustworthy man.

"Oh, after taking your money, you can't help but do things, right?"

Dane also smiled and let go of his hand, "And, the money you gave me usually takes two or three months to earn. Now I have it all at once, and I have more time. I will accompany you in the past two months. Tell me, what do you want to learn?"

"What we want to learn is actually not difficult," Cassie Lonagan smiled, "Please tell us how to survive in this forest."

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On the third day after Elena broke out that forbidden spell, she was retreating and withdrawing from the First Legion of the Western Theater Command in Enspan Province, and received a letter from Gastens. The content of the letter was short, with less than three lines.

"From August 22, Luyuan, the entire Enspan Province and the Siloa Province will be managed by Elena. Please do a good job in the relevant regional management and military defense transfer immediately."

The commander of the First Legion, Jon Wright, took the letter that was completely rude, and looked at the gray-clothed soldier standing in front of him. The gray-clothed soldier, together with his eleven companions, rode to his camp, called him to see him, and handed him the letter.

"I still don't understand," Jon Wright said carefully, "What is the great mage Gastens who means, Elena wants to take over the western provinces?"

"What does the Chairman mean? What does the letter mean? What does the letter mean? What does the Chairman mean naturally."

"But even a commander of my army cannot decide on such a big matter. We must report to His Majesty the Emperor and ask for instructions..."

Jon Wright was very honest. When facing the request of a person who might be a great magician, any answer must be cautious. Elliot and his three guards were dead, and he did not want to repeat the same mistakes, and died worthlessly.

"My task is just to deliver a letter, and I can't answer you the rest." The leading gray-clothed soldier looked at Jon Wright with a faint condescendence, "As for how you need to decide within your internal affairs, it is not something I can decide. You just need to give me a simple answer, okay, or not."

"this……"

Jon Wright hesitated for two seconds, remembering that he saw the charcoal-like corpses, gritted his teeth and made a decision.

"Yes. I will report to His Majesty the Emperor as soon as possible, but we will immediately withdraw from the provinces of Ensten and Siloa and hand over the work, which can be carried out at any time as long as the Lord Gastens needs it."

"I see."

The gray-clothed soldier looked at Jon Wright with a natural look and walked away without looking back. Jon Wright looked at their backs and hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't ask that sentence.

Is Gastens a great wizard?

He sighed softly, the forbidden spell magic had answered his question with the most powerful evidence. Facing a great magician, it was no exaggeration to be cautious. He called a communications soldier, wrote the latest situation into the letter, and sent another emergency military information to Roswell. This matter was too big, so big that no one could make a decision for the Majesty.

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Brooklyn has thought countless times whether she wants to die or not.

As the former head of the Mage Tower, the person who was below one person and above ten thousand people, the glory and status she enjoyed was unmatched. But with the end of the Great Magician, no matter how gorgeous the past and the highest status were, under the irresistible historical trend of the Third Great Magic Tide, it became the dance of the poor clown in the circus. Brooklyn lost power, and was framed, imprisoned, and confined to this small courtyard where she didn't know where she was. She had something to eat, although she was not good at it.

It is not luxurious, but can eat enough. She has a bed to sleep. Although it is not big or soft, she can at least rest. In addition, her world is only pale. Every day, except observing the weather changes and counting the days and time, Brooklyn found that she had nothing to do. The guards who managed it occasionally gave her a few books, but she quickly finished reading those books, and she was fucked up. All that was left was loneliness, emptiness and death silence.

Brooklyn thought about death, and the guards who managed her did not seem to mind her dying. However, every time she was about to die, Brooklyn retreated. She was only forty-two years old and had twenty or thirty years to live. There was really no need to give up her life so early. So Brooklyn continued to live in a miserable manner, waiting for her own salvation.

When the weather changed from cold to scorching and clothing also entered summer, this small courtyard finally welcomed its visitors.

Paul Gibson, the emperor of the Ankenyn Empire.

"Why did you come?"

The imprisonment of more than half a year made Brooklyn's words become direct and in polite. However, His Majesty the Emperor obviously had something to do and did not mind her offense in courtesy. Instead, he frowned and raised his own question.

"You said, do you still have magicians in this world?"

"Of course there is," Brooklyn smiled sarcastically, "But no longer can use magic, it is no different from ordinary people."

"But I met someone who can still use magic." Paul Gibson did not hide Gastens and the Thunder Cloud Storm. "He was a small serf who led some people to engage in communism in Enspan Province. I sent people to wipe out him, but he released a forbidden spell magic called Thunder Cloud Storm, killing my six sons and more than 60,000 troops. However, intelligence from the secret channels showed that he himself did not admit that he was a magician, and said that he could only release the forbidden spell magic once."

"This is impossible!" Brooklyn stood up in one's arms, "The third great demon wave has an absolute impact on the magician. No one can escape the fate of magical dysfunction. In theory, no one should be able to continue mobilizing magic. Are you sure what you said is true?"

Paul Gibson looked up at Brooklyn, then looked at the ground.

"I won't joke about my son's life."

Brooklyn was silent, she was quiet for a while and gave a vague answer.

"I don't know about this. After all, I didn't see him release magic with my own eyes. However, if he can really break through the confinement of the third great demon wave and mobilize his magic, there is no reason, so I can only mobilize it once. But this is just my personal opinion and there is not much theoretical basis."

"I see."

Paul Gibson stood up, walked a few steps in place, and then said goodbye. Brooklyn watched him leave without seeing him off. In her consciousness, Paul's words were still playing repeatedly.

Someone released the forbidden spell magic after the third great demon tide?

Why?
Chapter completed!