The Magic Thief Chapter 14:

Under the feet is the blazing earth, there is really heavy rain above your head, and there are screams and wailing everywhere. Nowhere is closer to the abyss of **** than here.

The old knight is in this place like a Shura field, and the ominous premonition in his heart is getting stronger and stronger.

"Teacher, do you remember the last time we played against each other?" Serot said with a smile, still looking at ease on this hellish battlefield.

"It rained so heavily that day." The old man sighed and said.

"I still want to ask you that question, why would you believe those people? Why are you chasing me?" Serot's expression suddenly became extremely angry.

"I also want to ask you, why do you serve the prince? You should guess that the grievances you suffered back then were planned by him." The old knight asked rhetorically.

"I'm just using the prince to avenge me. With my own strength, I can't do what I want in my heart at all." Saiot said coldly.

"You don’t have to deceive yourself. The reason you work for the Prince is because of your ambition. When you were in the Paladins, I saw your ambition. Under the instigation of anyone, even if I still have His Majesty the King, you have never looked at it." The old knight commander sighed and said.

"I understand, you want to kill me for this. My existence proves your failure. I carefully cultivated a depraved paladin who is not inferior. This is your shame, and also a paladin. The shame of the regiment," Serot said in a heavy tone.

"You are wrong. I never thought that you were my failed work. I never thought that your depravity was a stain on the Paladins. I was just worried that the prince would become more difficult to deal with when he got you." The knight said calmly.

Selott didn't interface this time, he looked at the teacher he had taught.

"Your worries have happened, and the Prince who has my prince is like a tiger. I am ordered to destroy you and your knights this time." Saiot said coldly.

"Oh, is it? As far as I know, you have no ambitions. The people under the prince tried to push you out. I have lost interest in you. This time the head of the capital is someone else. I'm afraid you are just a helper who specializes in dealing with me." The old knight said with a smile.

The reason why he said this is to provoke Serott. To be fair, his physical strength is no longer able to fight against Serott, who is at its peak. If you don’t look for Serott’s will Weakness, open a breakthrough, you will definitely lose.

As the old knight expected, with a deafening roar, Serot rushed towards him with his sword.

Anger makes people make mistakes, but anger can also unearth hidden potential. The power radiated by the waving long sword pushed the surrounding flames far away.

Sword light sweeps across the night sky like swift lightning.

There was a loud bang, sparks flew, and the old knight's body retreated, and his arm was numb.

"You are getting old, and you were not so bad as you were three years ago." Saiot said with a laugh. As the laughter sounded, the long sword fell again.

Lao Qi looked at this ruthless sword. He had no room to dodge. There was a raging fire behind him, and it would be even more unfavorable once he stepped into it. In desperation, the old man folded his hands, holding a long sword in his right hand to meet the long horn that was shot down like lightning.

The white light enveloped the whole body of the old knight, and the long sword in his hand exudes a gleaming golden light, which is like a clear stream flowing non-stop. With a loud "bang", the surrounding flames exploded, and the old knight stood tall, gleaming with white light, holding a golden long sword like a god.

Selott was ejected far away, looking a little embarrassed, but as soon as he stood up he laughed and said, "Teacher, you are really old. You have to use the Paladin shield to face me."

"I admit that I am indeed old, but you should be very clear that you, who have fallen, are not capable of exerting this kind of magical power." The old knight said calmly.

"Yes, I did lose the power of the Paladin. It is for this reason. Your prince bestowed this long sword in my hand. You should know the power of this long sword and the meaning of holding this long sword. What's the matter." A cold smile appeared from the corner of Serott's mouth.

"Although you have the true'Blood God's Spear', can you use the power of the Bloodthirsty Corps? That is the top secret of the Derry Kingdom." The old knight said calmly, "I don't know the correct way to use it. ,'Blood God's Spear' is just a sharper long sword."

The look of the old knight suddenly became astonished, and Serot in front of him was gradually enveloped in a strange red light, and the long sword also emitted a red light.

"It's a pity, you're only half right," Serot said.

The old knight saw everything in front of him. He understood everything. Under the light of the fire, he looked old and helpless: "Your prince signed an agreement with the Kingdom of Delizhi earlier than His Majesty?"

"I can't answer this question." Serot said with a sneer shaking the reddish sword in his hand. The long sword swept once again, entrained in a **** light, swept towards the old knight, and the flame was suddenly extinguished under the light of the sword.

Using the power of a paladin to exert the power of bloodthirsty swordsmanship, even Monstock faced such an opponent for the first time. The two long swords collided with each other once again, and the blood light swallowed the white light wrapped around the old rider's body. The golden long sword was slightly unfolded, and the red long sword was flicked and occupied.

"Haha, the Kingdom of Delizhi didn't give everything to the prince, you can't exert the true power of bloodthirsty swordsmanship at all." The old knight said with a smile.

"However, it is enough to kill you." Serot was not moved this time. After saying this, Serot shook his long sword at the old knight again.

The golden light in the flame is intertwined with the red blood inflammation.

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On the periphery of the flames in the distance, the **** of the Legal Department is busy rescuing the injured companions from the fire.

The terrible scene shocked everyone.

The original careful arrangement has long since disappeared. In this case, no one can maintain the original calm.

Besides, the deafening clash of swords in the fire scene also told everyone that there was a fierce battle going on there.

Almost everyone can guess that with such strength, they can survive such a fierce explosion. Except for the Paladin Monstock, there is absolutely no possibility that there will be a second person who can compete with the Paladin. Only the fallen paladin Serot was tied.

Although everyone wanted to see how the battle was going, the blazing flame blocked everyone's path.

The one who cares most about the old knight is no more than his most proud disciple, Manhead.

Manhead was holding a long sword looking for a gap that could rush into the sea of ​​flames, but to his disappointment, the surrounding sea of ​​flames became one piece, not to mention entering just to see the situation inside.

Raise the long sword above his head and cross his hands. Manhead's body is also covered by white light, and the long sword in his hand also flashes with golden luster.

"Are you going to break in?" Just as Manhead was about to break into the sea of ​​flames, there was a cold voice behind him.

Manhead looked back, and behind him stood a man with a dull expression and no clear color on his face.

"I said that we are responsible for the accident. Your only role is to hold on to your post. If Serot escapes from the fire, you must stop him." The man said calmly.

"Aren't you going to control my teacher?" Manhead asked.

"The safety of Monstock-sama is related to the survival of the kingdom, but didn’t I just talk about it? I am responsible for accidents. Your duty is to stick to your post. Don’t the Paladins not even the most basic disciplines? Do you know?" the man said.

"It's not that I forgot about discipline. I don't trust Gebu and any officials of the Legal Department at all." Manhead said bluntly.

"At this time, splitting is the most dangerous thing. We have each done our best. The people in the Law Department are not afraid of life or death. Our sacrifices are not small, and the action plan is between us and You made it together, and it doesn't seem fair for you to say that." The person said indifferently.

Manhead had nothing to say this time, he turned around and walked away.

The man looked at Manhead's fading back, slowly shook his head, and then waved his hand.

Immediately a group of people with shovel rushed towards him.

The man pointed to Huohai and said nothing.

The people with shovel in hand dug immediately, the moist soil was thrown into the fire, and a passage appeared in the middle of the fire. Looking at the gradually widening and deepening passage, Manhead calmed down a bit.

Suddenly a thunderous roar erupted in the center of the sea of ​​fire, and the flame was raised more than ten meters high by the fierce fluctuating air current.

An ominous premonition flashed through Manhead's mind, and he could no longer stand calmly by the side.

With arms crossed high, a roar of white light enveloped him. Manhead shot into the fire like lightning.

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Under the flames, Serot stared at all this with a vague expression.

The old knight knelt on the ground with one leg, and behind him stood a dark guy in the sea of ​​fire.

The man was wearing a black leather bodysuit, and his head and face were all covered with black cloth, as if he were a ghost in the dark night. In the man's hand was carrying a sharp dagger, one end of which was dripping with blood.

"This is my duel, and it shouldn't be destroyed by anyone." Serot said coldly, with a strong murderous tone in his tone.

"This is not what I meant. Mr. Dakru spent 200,000 gold coins to let me assassinate the leader of the Paladins at this moment. I don't want to offend your Excellency, just take money to do things for others." Said the person who was shrouded in darkness.

"I didn't expect the Paladin to maintain such a majestic posture even when he died." The pitch-black man said with a sneer.

Suddenly a **** sword stabs at him. The pitch-dark person was obviously prepared, he retreated into the sea of ​​fire with a light stroke, and the raging flames could not hurt him at all.

"The work is complete, I'm going to get the reward Mr. Dacreo promised." The man said, disappearing into the flames like a ghost.

Seralt looked at one-legged kneeling on the ground, as if he was the teacher at the moment he was appointed by the Paladin, and he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

He used to be so prestigious, and once so superbly skilled. He was once compared to the cornerstone of the royal family, but now he died under a short sword from the darkness.

Just as Serot was feeling infinitely emotional, suddenly he felt a strong murderous aura coming back to him.

In the sea of ​​fire suddenly broke into a young man who looked like a **** of anger, and a golden long sword curled up the flames and rushed towards him.

Serott was not interested in fighting against this junior. The battle just now made him consume quite a lot of energy, and he rushed into the flames without saying a word.

How did Manhead let the enemy who killed the teacher escape? He pushed the flame away and chased afterwards.

But when he had just split the sea of ​​fire and jumped into the flames, a long sword pierced from his right rib.

As the old knight said, Manhead has the highest skill among all his students.

Under such unfavorable conditions, he was still able to launch a counterattack.

The long sword is lightly tapped, and Serot immediately retreats. This is the lesson he taught his junior.

With a triumphant mood, Serot broke out of the flames.

What surprised him was that outside the sea of ​​flames, he was not surrounded by the guards of the Legal Department as he had imagined.

The guards are overwhelmed, crying and crying one after another. Serot unfolded the long sword in his hand and turned into a **** light to join the killing battlefield.

In the flames, Manhead retreated to the teacher with difficulty, and he felt the pulse of the teacher.

What makes him feel great sadness and deep helplessness is that the teacher is dead, and even the most wise clergy cannot summon his will back to this world.

The old man has only one wound on his body, a fatal wound that pierced through the heart from behind.

Seeing this wound, Manhead immediately understood that the killing was originally aimed at them, using Serot to contain the teacher's attention and give the teacher a fatal blow behind him.

Everything is carefully arranged. The underlings of the arrested princes, the leaked secret strongholds, all of this is a trap designed by a clever conspirator behind the scenes.

Moreover, it is not only the elites of the princes who enter the capital, at least one figure who is good at hiding in the dark and hunting for the lives of others has not been discovered.

Full of sadness and helplessness, Manhead picked up the body of the teacher, and the white light enveloped the two people tightly.

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On the periphery of the sea of ​​fire, the sound of fighting resounded through the sky.

A sturdy man suddenly came over from the outer corner of the encirclement set by the Legal Affairs Department. They were armed with heavy crossbows and long swords, and wore battle armor. The guards of the Legal Affairs Department are not their opponents at all. Although the guards are wearing heavy armor, in front of the heavy crossbows, these heavy armors are nothing more than a pile of fragile scrap iron.

Just as soon as they made contact, the guards collapsed, and members of the guards in heavy armor screamed and fled.

The officials of the Legal Affairs Department also turned their heads, they didn't know how to deal with the catastrophe before them.

Just as everyone was in despair, suddenly a dense bowstring sounded above their heads, followed by the sound of arrows breaking through the air.

On the top floor of a villa, Labelle looked at all this coldly.

When the fire blared with the explosion, he realized that the whole thing might be a trap. He also realized that there was a clever commander in charge behind the scenes.

In the face of this unknown but incomparably brilliant mysterious figure, Labelle had to be a hundred times cautious. Because of this, he hid the crossbowman in the villas with space early.

The situation has changed as he expected, and it is obvious that the elite of the real princes are attacking from behind.

Label originally planned to let the heavily armored guards withstand the prince’s elite attacks, but he never expected that the guards would be so weak, and they were defeated in just one round.

In desperation, Labelle had to use his ultimate move.

The sky full of arrows shot at the enemies who rushed out of the darkness.

The arrows were as dense as the pouring rain falling in the air, and the deadly arrows penetrated the bodies of the heroic fighters. However, the elite of these princes did have a long history of battle. The first group of soldiers had just fallen, and the people behind immediately took the shields from the guards against the corpses.

Labell had long expected that the prince’s elite could not be defeated so easily. All he needed was to kill as many opponents as possible, and at the same time to make the broken heavy armored guards realigned.

However, to Labelle’s disappointment, most of the members of the **** dropped their weapons and ran away. They had never experienced the battlefield before, and they had been scared to face the **** killing. . Just as Labelle felt desperate, suddenly there were screams from the opponent's camp.

"Be careful of the ground, there is something on the ground." A man screamed loudly, but his voice suddenly stopped, as if something had penetrated his throat.

The screams came and went one after another.

Just as Rabel was both excited and surprised, suddenly a villa burst into flames. The crossbowmen hiding in it panicked and jumped out of the window, and there was a miserable wailing sound on the ground.

Getting closer to the torch, Labelle saw the shaking of the surrounding people, and a dangerous feeling rushed towards him.

Labell ran down the stairs with his closest men.

There were indeed people running around near the villa where they were hiding.

The villas turned into flaming torches one after another. Labelle drew a long sword from his waist and rushed out of the villa, and met a figure covered in darkness, carrying a tin in his hand. Square bucket.

Label raised his sword and fell, and his head wrapped in black cloth flew up.

Just when Labelle wanted to pick out the black cloth covering his head, suddenly five or six people in the same costume sprang out from the side.

Seeing them raising their arms, Labelle and the people around him immediately knew it was not good. He squatted on the ground and dodged the deadly arrow that flew away dangerously, and Labelle rolled on the spot and narrowed the distance with the masked people.

The sword light flashed, and immediately two people fell from the sword. But the others had already drawn out their weapons in time.

The sparks from the collision of swords and swords reflected so brightly in the dark night, and Labelle's swordsmanship was so superb that he resisted the three opponents alone.

The right-hand men behind him are also very different from other officials of the Legal Affairs Department.

The fierce battle started in front of the villa.

On the top of the high tower in the distance, the Magus Upper Watch looked at everything in front of him coldly, waiting for the personal arrival.

Since His Majesty the King became insane, Waqi originally thought that the prince he supported would replace His Majesty in charge of the government. He did not expect that the queen suddenly appeared. This woman who didn’t care about state affairs suddenly seemed to change. In a personal way, that aggressive momentum even surpassed the original king.

In the face of his miscalculation, Waqi didn't feel unbearable, anyway, he didn't really count on the dying prince. All he needs is that his position is not shaken, and if possible, he wants to climb to a higher position.

In the history of the Kingdom of France, there are not a few examples of magicians who are trusted by the king standing on top of power, especially when the power of the elder house was not as large as it is now.

Watch looked at the sea of ​​fire in the distance, and he was waiting for the arrival of Her Majesty the Queen.

The reason why Waqi is so sure is because he knows very well that Her Majesty the Queen will never get much help from Nilaère. This is something he and Nilaère have agreed upon.

Different from himself, Nila Erre pays more attention to his status in the Magic Association and the title of the strongest wizard.

And now Masek is gradually threatening his status, which he absolutely cannot tolerate.

While watching the beautiful scene of the distant fire shining into the night sky, the elevator corridors of the upper and lower towers in the distance glowed green. After a while, Her Majesty the Queen appeared in front of him.

"Your Majesty, what are you here for?" Waqi asked proudly.

Although the queen was reluctant, she knew very well that now was the time when she had to bow her head to Sorcerer Waqi.

"Dear Sorcerer, my husband has always admired you, and I am the same. I ask you to give me guidance and help at this very moment." The queen said respectfully.

Vatch was exasperated when he heard these words, but he didn't intend to let it go, he also hoped that he could obtain greater benefits.

"Your Majesty the Queen, you should be very clear that I have sworn allegiance to His Majesty the King. This has exhausted my energy and greatly hindered my achievements in magic. I do not intend to intervene in worldly matters. "Vacchi said triumphantly.

"Master Vatch, now the royal family has reached a critical juncture. Prince Phillips is ambitious and wants to seize the throne. You also know that. His Majesty has always respected you. How can you bear to abandon it at this time? What about the delirious King?" Her Majesty the Queen peeked at this point. As she expected, Sorceress Waqi was not moved at all.

Her heartlessness, the Queen said: "Master Vatch, if you have any requests, please tell me, I will try my best to do it."

Waqi's face immediately piled up with a smile, which was exactly what he had been waiting for for a long time.

"Your Majesty, the king's trust in me has nothing to add. Why do you have to say such things anymore?"

Vatch said, anyone can hear how hypocritical his words are.

As soon as the conversation turned, Waqi finally came to the topic: "Your Majesty, you should have seen how incompetent your ministry is. I think: under my guidance, the Legal Department will become more efficient. , And the Paladins, they are now almost ashamed of their ancestors, I will let them refresh their spirits again."

Hearing that Waqi was so arrogant and arrogant that he wanted to annex the Legal Department and the Paladins and take all the power into his own hands, Her Majesty the Queen was really surprised. She felt overwhelmed for a while.

Watch was so proud to see the queen's stunned look, he changed his mind and added another bargaining chip.

"Your Majesty the Queen, I sacrificed my most powerful assistant for your Majesty. Perthos was burned to death in full view, and all this was caused by the heirs of Surthbourg. I hope you can punish The heir to Surthburg, or you can leave him to me to deal with." Waqi said.

"Master, since this matter has subsided, there is no need for another disturbance. What's more, the little heir of Searthborough is a disciple of the Sorcerer of Marsk. How can I have to pay for it?" Her Majesty the Queen said hesitantly.

Watch doesn't care about the Queen's doubts. In fact, he and Nile Ere share the same intention to eradicate the heir to Sirthburg.

A person who can bounce off the power of his magnificent wizard, relying on mental power to destroy a summoner, is just an elementary student who has just learned magic, and such a guy is definitely not allowed to stay in the world.

The reason why Waqi thinks this way is not entirely selfish. He has never forgotten that there was a similar genius 50 years ago, but that magic genius made the Francis Kingdom Magic Association almost The collapse.

The Magic Association spent countless calculations and took dozens of precious lives before eliminating that devilish fellow.

At that time, Waqi was still an apprentice of magic, and Nile Elére was older than him and experienced the catastrophe firsthand.

The memory of horror is deeply imprinted in their minds. The horror and power of the Blood Mage, and the frightening taste of living in his shadow, will never be forgotten by the two of them.

Because of this, the sudden appearance of the little heir to Surthburg made them feel a great threat. For them, any magician beyond their control must be eliminated.

In fact, Nile Herre didn't intend to take rough measures against Marsque and the others. All he cared about was their research results, but he remained strangely vigilant towards the young heir to Sirthberg.

Watch can definitely understand this, because he has seen the terrible scars on Nilaère’s body with his own eyes, and has also heard others talk about how the family of Nilaère and his teachers and classmates died tragically. Under the clutches of the blood magician, because of this, there is always a lingering shadow in his heart, and it is this shadow that makes him fascinated by power.

"Your Majesty the Queen, please rest assured, Masque will definitely not be a trouble for you. Nile Herre and I have already noticed the betrayal of Masek and Andili, and they have excavated The magician opened Mildit’s magic notebook. This is the most precious treasure for the kingdom. They should be handed over to the Magic Association for disposal. Wisdom is believed to be present. This is an act of betrayal, even treason. Masque recruited the heir of Sirthberg as a disciple, and also gave him a part of the power of the Great Sorcerer Kai Mildit. . He obviously wants to split the Kingdom of France, and then achieve his goal of treason." Waqi said fiercely and vigorously.

Watch's words shocked Her Majesty the Queen. If she hadn't heard the Marquis Keene talk about all of this in the carriage, she would definitely have no master because of this, but she immediately felt the seriousness of the situation if she was prepared in advance.

Different from His Majesty the King, the Queen’s view of the chairman of the Magic Association is somewhat similar to that of La Belle. She always feels that Nile Herre is not a gentleman, and Wach’s words undoubtedly prove her view. If there is a choice between Nile'ele and Masek, the queen prefers to choose the Masek Sorceress who does not ask about the world.

But now the only people who can rely on are Watch and Nile Herre. Her Majesty's brain is moving quickly: her wisdom and her way of governing the country all come from those legends and biographies. The leisurely life of the court gave her enough time to read, which was her only hobby. The wise king of Francis V is in such a predicament, how will he choose? The queen couldn't help thinking like this.

The flames shining in the sky in the distance pulled her back into reality.

"Master, just as you said, please help me through the difficulties before me. When the capital settles down, I will reorganize the cabinet, and you will be in charge of everything. However, the Paladins The establishment of His Majesty Francis V was directly in charge of the royal family. No outsider has ever been able to intervene in it. Even the Great Sorcerer Kai Mildit has never appointed or dismissed any members of the Paladin Order. I cannot promise this matter. As for the heirs of Searthburg, I will leave it to you to deal with, but that has to be done in secret, and it must be implemented after he leaves the capital and returns to Searthburg, and the disposal of the heirs of Searthburg must not affect the stability of the South. "The queen said, her expression showing that it was her last concession.

Vatch thought for a while and nodded. Although the Paladins could not be in his own hands, he felt deeply regretful, but what the Queen said was also true. Mildit did not intervene. He If you do, it's really unreasonable.

As for the disposal of the heirs of Surseburg, the Queen’s concerns are not unreasonable. Unlike those nobles who are jealous of the wealth of the South, Watch does not care about the control of Surseburg. In his opinion, who becomes the It doesn't matter to the lord of Sibourg, what makes him worry about is the terrifying strength and even more terrifying amazing potential possessed by the heirs of Sibourg.

He wasn't worried about the appearance of another opener Mildit. Although it would shake his self-esteem, he could still bear it. What he was afraid of was the appearance of the second blood magician, which would be an unprecedented catastrophe for anyone.

"Your Majesty, everything does what you want. Now, please let me do it for you." He said that Vatch had five fingers, his eyes widened, and the fire from a distance was reflected in his pupils, like his eyes. There are also the same two blazing flames inside.

The sound of the long and loud chanting of the incantation sounded, and a group of golden flames suddenly appeared on the palm of Vacchi's raised hands. The flame gradually turned into an entity, which was a golden bird surrounded by a circle of blood-red flames. That little bird looks a bit like a canary, but much smaller than a canary.

"Go, the elves I have raised, use your power to burn all dirt and evil into ashes." Watchy mage shouted loudly.

With this roar, the golden flamingo rose into the sky, and a dazzling red flaming star cut through Frank's night sky.

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In the distance, on the fierce battlefield, Serot seemed to be a bloodthirsty demon wielding a long sword in his hand, devouring the lives of people around him. That long sword that exudes a strange red light, every time it is swung, it will inevitably take away a few unfortunate souls.

The corpses piled up quickly beside this demon god.

Just as Serot was triumphant, suddenly the bolide fell from the sky and chased him straight.

Although he could kill hard, Serot remained vigilant. The warning signal that suddenly sounded in his heart made him feel that something was not good, and as soon as he looked up, he saw the red light flying towards him. Without even thinking about it, Serot picked up a corpse and threw it to the red light, while he turned his head and ran away.

Thousands of sparks were exploded in mid-air. The corpse turned into a burning fireball and scattered around the surroundings, and the people underneath evaded one after another.

After the fire dissipated, the golden firebird was revealed.

Serault didn't care about this at all, he used all his strength to drill through the crowd and flee.

The Firebird obviously knew that it was not so easy to chase Serot, so he turned his head to deal with the others.

A series of explosions sounded, and those brave and fearless elite warriors looked so vulnerable in front of the golden fire island. The flying fireballs and the scorched corpses made this place more like an abyss of hell.

Although the prince’s elite is brave and fearless, now fear is involuntarily rising in their hearts. The beautiful and colorful golden fire crow was like a demon who had escaped from hell, and easily took the lives of their companions. No matter whether it was a heavy armor or a solid shield, it could not stop the attack of that charming little thing.

The arsonists who haunt the shadows have long since escaped without a trace. They are not as brave as the prince’s subordinates, and cherishing life is their motto.

But the firebirds also brought them huge losses. The dim feathers scattered by the little golden thing accurately hit the tin bucket they were carrying, even if they threw the tin bucket away. , The smell of fire oil remaining on their hands and bodies still guided those dim feathers to accurately hit their bodies.

Although those dim feathers are not as terrifying and scary as the firebird itself, they are the best targets for crossbowmen who are covered in fire. Venting the resentment in the heart, the powerful bows and crossbows fired swift arrows, penetrating the bodies of the masked people who had been ignited.

Leaning against the wall, breathing heavily, Labelle didn't expect that things would change so much. But he couldn't take care of these anymore. The sword wound on his body gave off throbbing pains. This was the hardest battle since he took office. The most trusted subordinate sacrificed two, and one of them flew to block the arrow that was shot at him in order to save him.

Looking at the golden bird flying all over the sky, Labelle sighed. If there hadn't been this unexpected rescue, they would have been wiped out.

The screams gradually subsided, and a deep horn sounded in the distance.

Hearing the horn, the elite fighters of the prince retreated one after another. What made the guards and crossbowmen were shocked when they saw some of the prince’s soldiers stand up to serve as the queen of the palace.

No one can guess what that means.

The golden firebird easily turned them into a ball of fire flying around.

The prince’s elite appeared mysteriously, and then mysteriously disappeared. A cloud of mist suddenly rose from an unknown place and enveloped everything around it.

In the mist, the Firebird lost its target. When the mist dissipated, there was nothing left on the ground except the corpse lying on the ground and the burnt marks.

The rain gradually stopped, and under the light of the fire, the night gradually receded, and the light of dawn shone on the land in the northern suburbs of Franck.

But many people can no longer see this dawn.

The corpses were laid flat on both sides of the street, one by one, and Labelle was walking in the middle. He looked sadly at the people who had lost their lives lying on the ground. Although the specific numbers have not been sorted out yet, he A rough estimate is that at least three hundred people died in yesterday's battle, excluding the Paladins who were caught in the flames.

He was full of sadness and a deep sense of loss, and Labelle leaned against a big tree by the side of the road.

"Your injury doesn't matter, right?" A voiceless voice came from behind.

"Dak, how many people did your men lose?" Rabell asked.

"A dozen or so." Dak said blankly.

"The loss is great," Labelle said with a long sigh.

"The manpower can still be trained, as long as I have enough time." Dak said.

"Unfortunately, there is not much time. What do you think of the black masked men who appeared last night?" Rabell asked.

"You must have recognized it, but I didn't expect them to return to France from Inge." Dakleng said.

"This time Lomer is probably here prepared. The Prince will find this guy to join forces, which is indeed beyond our expectation." Labell said.

"Do you regret that you didn't get rid of this guy completely?" Dak asked.

"It is not easy to eradicate him. His influence in the northwest is deeply ingrained. Once the situation is not good for him, he can easily retreat to Engel." Labelle said helplessly.

"You forgot that Lomel once had a fiasco. He even took his own son in it and provoked the flames of war between him and his old enemy. Wouldn't it be easier for you?" Dak asked.

"I know what you mean, and I thought about doing this, but you should be very clear: at this time, those southerners can never make any mistakes, and if I want to do anything, I must get her Majesty the Queen. Allowed." Labelle said.

"Then you might as well suggest to Her Majesty the Queen and let her decide for herself." Dak said calmly.

Labelle was lost in thought.

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Franz’s winter is cold, and the winter after the rain is even more severe. When the fire burns and fights fiercely, you may not feel the cold yet, but when it calms down, the whole body is soaked by heavy rain. The escorts could hardly bear this icy cold.

In a church on the outskirts of the country, people were trembling and drenched. The dozen or so burning fires were not enough to make them feel warm. In the courtyard behind the church, the corpses were divided into different categories. Orderly rows.

Everywhere there are cries of people claiming the bodies. Sadness fills every corner of this church.

In the silent room next to the church, Her Majesty the Queen listened to Labelle's report with a heavy heart.

Fifty-seven knights died bravely and 11 were lucky to escape. It may not be considered a heavy loss for the Paladins, but the death of Earl Monstock, the head of the Paladins, is definitely a Heavy blow.

Almost all the members of the Paladins are immersed in extreme sadness. For them, Monstock is not only a leader, but also their respected teacher and their instructor.

The saddest thing is Manhead, who is not only sad but also full of self-blame.

In addition to the heavy losses suffered by the Paladins, the loss of the Legal Department is definitely not small.

Three hundred and twenty-five people died and one hundred and seventy-two were seriously injured. This is also an extremely rare catastrophe in Franck's history.

But what worries Her Majesty even more is the appearance of the men in black and masks mentioned by Rabel.

This is the first time Her Majesty the Queen has heard that there is a thieves' union in the northwestern part of the kingdom that makes the Legal Department helpless.

Before this, she had always thought that the thieves’ union in the South was the only special case in the kingdom, and the reason for this was because of the superb skills and extreme shrewdness of that Mr. Hyde.

Because of this, her first reaction was to let the thieves' guild in the South deal with the black masked men who suddenly appeared.

But when Labelle made the same suggestion, Her Majesty the Queen hesitated again.

Now she is trying her best to win over the young heir of Sirthburg, whether this will make the heirs of Sirthburg think that this is another conspiracy against them.

"Your Majesty the Queen, you have now reached the point of life and death. The unions in Lomer are completely different from the unions in the South. He is an unscrupulous figure. Do you remember the post-station golden robbery ten years ago? That was it. Lommel single-handedly planned it, and because of this case, His Majesty the King made up his mind to eradicate this arrogant, but he still escaped to Engel safely.” Labell said cautiously.

"And even if you don’t want Earl Meding to face Fu Lomel, Lomel will sooner or later turn the target to the young heir of Sirthburg. Your Majesty, you don’t know, Lomel is not only subject to the King’s The hunt had to flee to Inge, and he had only tasted the bitterness of failure once in the south in his life, and he also died of a son for this.

"Lomer has wanted to take revenge for many years, but the south is the sea...the land of those people, and those southerners are stronger than Lomer, so Lomer dare not act rashly, but the heir of Searthburg Leaving the protection of the south and staying alone in the capital is a great opportunity for Lomer. The south is a thousand miles away from the capital, while the northwest and the capital are closely connected, from the Naman coast to the capital, almost It is morning and evening."

"Lomel can even easily transport people and weapons from England, which is much easier than the South. In any way, he will never give up such a good opportunity."

Hearing what Rabell said, Her Majesty the Queen shook again, not to mention the things Watch told her in her mind. But what really touched her most was what the Marquis Keene said in the carriage.

She has always admired the wisdom of the Marquis of Keene, so she has almost made up her mind to join forces with Surthburg.

But her commitment to Sorceress Waqi shakes her confidence.

The cooperation with Searthburg meant that she had to immediately take action on the Magus Vatch and the director of the Magic Association, and this was the last thing she wanted to happen.

Faced with this dilemma, the queen felt more and more how heavy the burden she was pressing on her body. Only now did she know why His Majesty the King was so old.

Only people in this highest position can experience this suffocating and heavy pressure.

"Quit, let me think about it quietly, and I will give you a satisfactory answer." The queen waved her hand and said weakly.

Label exited the Silence Room respectfully.

The heavy door of the silent room was closed, and sunlight poured into the room from the top glass window, and an upside-down self was reflected on that glass.

The queen looked at the vague figure, and suddenly felt that she was so old in the reflection. Although there are still a few months, she is not yet thirty years old, but I don't know why she has a feeling of powerlessness possessed by veterans.

Maybe it was a foolish choice to take over the power from His Majesty the King, and maybe she should hand over the throne to Prince Phillips.

But it's too late now. Even if she surrenders power, Prince Phillips will not let her live, and the Prince will never let go of anyone who might threaten his throne.

How to get rid of this predicament? The queen was lost in thought.