Hail the King

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The corner of the mouth of the head of the blue-robed year drew an arc.

Although he also knows that things are not as optimistic as everyone said, but the series of analysis just now really made him judge that King Chambord is an opponent who is not tolerant enough, so his worries about the threat of King Chambord have been greatly reduced. .

It's just that he didn't know that a few minutes ago, in a certain room on the sixth floor outside, [Red Beard] Granero, who is known for his good knowledge of people in the imperial capital, made exactly the opposite judgment.

The first hall of the Blood Knife headquarters was suddenly enveloped in an optimistic atmosphere.

Then, when everyone was full of confidence——

boom! ! !

It was as if a meteor fell from nine days away and hit the ground fiercely. There was a deafening roar and violent vibration, as if it was the end of the world.

"What happened?" The blue-robed young man suddenly stood up, his face as gloomy as water, and the main members with the blood knife walked out of the first hall quickly, stood on the high stone steps, and looked outside.

What imprinted into everyone's pupils were dazzling flames.

The flames were dazzling and magnificent, like fireworks in the dark night.

However, no one on the stone steps is in the mood to appreciate the thrilling beauty, because the ruthless crimson flames falling from the sky are devouring the property and buildings of the blood knife mercenary group.

"Hahaha, the punishment is here, the killing game begins, after tonight, Blood Knife will be delisted!"

A thunder-like roar pierced through the flames, and before this there was no silence in the night, it rumbled, shaking everyone's ears numb, and the eardrums almost shattered.

"Where did this stupid thief come from, dare to attack my Blood Knife headquarters at night without knowing life and death? Get out of here!"

Surrounded by the crowd, the young man in blue robes had angry flames surging deep in his eyes, and a faint layer of sky-blue battle energy flickered on his body. His aura was extremely powerful. Looking at the burning flames, he raised his hands in waves of blue battle energy. Shrouded in light waves, with a piercing cold air, the flames that soared into the sky were gradually suppressed, and the whole person was not angry and majestic, indeed there was a fierce and fierce aura like a hero.

"Go away, sister!"

In the night sky, a figure flashed from far to near at a fast speed, and landed on the surface of a 20-meter-tall stone statue of a warrior with a sword in front of the first hall.

There seems to be a divine power lingering under his feet. Wherever he has done, red flames will be ignited, and a path of flames extends under his feet. When he stands on the stone statue of a white warrior with a sword, the flames begin to flow As his feet stretched down, the entire 20-meter-high stone statue was completely ignited in flames, like a majestic God of War standing with a sword in the flames, and the man standing on the stone statue had a bright red body behind him. The cloak fluttered under the night sky, and he was wearing a strange mage robe. Under the robe, a pair of god's battle armor could be seen faintly, holding a giant battle staff that exceeded 1.8 meters.

Standing in the flames, he seemed to be completely integrated with the raging red.

Surprisingly, despite the endless burning flames under his feet, this person's body did not show any signs of scorching. A head of long black hair fluttered in the night sky, and the two blacks seemed to merge into one, like It is a devil who came out of the abyss to harvest life.

The most frightening thing is that this person's face is covered with a dark black visor. The visor is extremely finely crafted, sticking to the face as if it were a living thing, making the entire facial contours of the person undulate. They are all set off, the nose and eyes are the most delicate, but on the forehead, there is a black sharp horn growing out, stabbing ferociously into the void, shining with a frightening sharpness.

"who are you?"

Sensing the terrifying magic power surging from the opponent's body and the killing intent as cold as a blade, the head of the Blood Knife Mercenary Corps—a young man in a faint blue leather robe of strange monsters—had an unprecedented solemn look in his eyes , These two things let him understand that this is a terrible opponent, an opponent who will never die.

Whoosh! !

Responding to him were dozens of fireballs with a diameter of about 20 centimeters that contained astonishing destructive power.

Without the slightest preparation for singing, and without abnormal fluctuations in magic power, these dozens of fireballs followed the silent wave of the spiked masked man, emerged from the void, and smashed head-on with an aura of destruction. Senior members of Blood Knife on the stone steps of the First Hall.

"You...court die!" The blue-robed young man was furious.

The sky-blue fighting spirit flickered wildly all over his body, and he raised his hand to strike out streaks of icy breath, which collided with the terrifying fireball in mid-air.

Bang bang bang! !

The crackling sound of ice and fire was deafening.

The terrifying fireball exploded, and crimson flames exploded in all directions,

This is a terrible magical flame. Even a small spark can ignite the surrounding buildings in an instant. The building of the headquarters of the Blood Knife Mercenary Corps burned uncontrollably as if it had been poured with kerosene. , In a short period of time, flames soared into the sky everywhere, and the entire hall seemed to become a sea of ​​flames. People were wailing everywhere, and the blood knife mercenaries rushed out screaming, frantically fighting to put out the fire.

This is the horror of the magician.

Perhaps in a one-on-one duel, a mage would be suppressed against a warrior of the same level, but in terms of destructive power and group damage, the threat of a mage was obviously far greater than that of a warrior.

This is why Fei chose [Mage Mode] at the beginning.

The sorcerer wearing the black devil's horn mask in the stone statue of the flame leaning on the sword is exactly Fei after switching to [Mage Mode]. He first cast the mage skill [Fire Path], and everything he walked would turn into raging flames, and then he used the mage skill [Fire Bomb] to turn the entire first hall of the Blood Knife Headquarters into a cloud of flames. sea ​​of ​​blood.

Moonlight Killing Night!

The wind is high and the sky is on fire!

Only this crimson pure flame can cleanse the evil here.

In order to comfort those Chambord people who died innocently because of these evil mercenaries, and those weak people who were not from Chambord city, but also died or died indirectly from the evil blood knife.

"Firefighting... I'll deal with him!"

The head of Blood Knife made a decision in an instant, and immediately ordered the people around him to direct the mercenaries to put out the fire, while he turned into a blue streamer, piercing the sky with unparalleled momentum, roaring like an arrow, towards Sun Fei Biao shot to.

People are in the air, and the blue fighting spirit flames flicker wildly.

A terrifying monster formed by the condensation of extreme cold air opened its mouth with a roar, and volleyed down, trying to devour Fei.

"[Ice Kiss]...Kill!!!"

The first move was a must-kill fighting qi technique, and the leader of the blood knife attacked with all his strength, without mercy.

He knew that he had to kill this terrifying magician with a mysterious background as soon as possible, otherwise, no matter what the final result was, the Blood Knife Mercenary Corps would suffer unbearable losses. Even a samurai apprentice knew that letting someone who was almost close to For a magician with six-star strength to perform magic in his own territory, it is tantamount to committing suicide!

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"En? Who is this person...? Why didn't I know that under the command of King Chambord, there is such a terrifying fire magician?"

At the end of a high tower in the Blood Knife headquarters, the young and proud figure who had been quietly watching the changes in the battle situation suddenly frowned, and a pair of eyes in the night shone with a terrifying light, and it was difficult to hide his surprise.

"King Chambord, how many secrets are you still hiding? No, you must convince the elders of the family to win over this person as soon as possible. It is a huge price, and you will not hesitate!!"

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"Well, I finally made a move. King Chambord had a good idea to kill and set fire... Send someone to investigate the origin of this magician."

On the roof top of a tall building north of the headquarters of the Blood Knife Mercenary Corps, dozens of soldiers in bright armor stood quietly around a thin young man.

The Empire [Military God] Arsha is also paying attention to the killing that is taking place in the distance.

His breath of power spread out quietly like a tide, scanning the entire area, but he didn't feel where King Chambord was hiding. In the end, his eyes could only focus on the demon mask magician who was killing people and letting them go. One after another guesses drifted from my mind, but in the end I couldn't be sure. The fluctuations in the body of this mysterious fire magician have nothing in common with King Chambord. In the continent of Azeroth, every strong man has his own unique Breath, this kind of breath is difficult to change, so judging from the breath, the mysterious magician wearing a bright red cloak and a devil mask is definitely not King Chambord.

If it’s not Shambord King, then there is only one possibility——

This person is a master under King Chambord.

However, the number and power level of the masters under King Chambord, no one princess Tanasa knows better, why has Tanasa never told herself that there is such a terrible magician?

The god of the emperor fell into deep doubts.

The feeling of unwillingness in his heart became more and more obvious.

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"Huh? This breath? When did such a magician appear in the empire? Strange magic waves!"

"Why, old guy, you don't know, isn't it your mysterious direct disciple?"

"no."

"What kind of magical fluctuation is this? Why do I feel a strange, vicissitudes, and mysterious atmosphere from it? This... This is like..."

"It seems to come from the breath of the ruins of gods and demons."

"Could it be an assassin from the Spartacus Empire?"

"Impossible, those old fellows in Spartacus, we are very familiar with them. As far as I know, there has never been such a master of magic in the Spartacus Empire."

"Could it be the rising masters that emerged recently in the empire? Time really makes people grow old. The birth of King Chambord makes our old bones feel like they're going to rust..."

"Anyway, the two princes and the great aristocratic forces have reached a tacit agreement. Tonight is a night of bloodshed. We don't need to take action...don't worry about it!"

Waves of magic breath fluctuations that ordinary people can't detect at all, containing surges of will, emerge from the most magnificent and tallest eight towering magic towers in the imperial capital St. Petersburg, and flow and meet in the imperial capital. Several great magicians completed a simple exchange, and after being a little surprised, the breath fell silent again.

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