The corners of the blue-robed middle-aged leader's mouth arced.

Although he also knew that things were not as optimistic as everyone said, the series of analyses just now really made him judge that King Chambord was an opponent who was not patient enough, so his worries about King Chambord's threat were reduced a lot.

It's just that he didn't know that just a few minutes ago, in a certain room in the six-story building outside, [Redbeard] Granero, who was known for his ability to read people, had made a completely opposite judgment.

In the first hall of the Blood Knife Headquarters, an optimistic atmosphere was suddenly enveloped.

And then, just when everyone was full of confidence—

Rumble!!!

It was as if a meteor had fallen from nine heavens away and smashed into the earth, and a deafening roar and violent shaking came, as if it were the end of the world.

"What's going on?" Huo Ran, a middle-aged man in blue robe, stood up, his face was gloomy as water, and walked out of the first hall quickly with the main members of the blood knife, standing on the high stone steps, looking outside.

Imprinted into the pupils of everyone were dazzling flames.

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

However, no one on the stone steps was in the mood to appreciate the thrilling beauty, as the relentless red tongue of fire descending from the sky was devouring the property and buildings of the Blood Knife Mercenary Regiment.

"Hahaha, the punishment is here, the killing game begins, after tonight, the blood knife is removed!"

A thunderous roar passed through the scorching firelight, and rumbled in the night that had been incomparably silent before, shaking everyone's ears for a while, and the eardrums were almost shattered.

"Where did the stupid thief come from, who dared to attack my Blood Knife Headquarters at night without knowing whether he was alive or dead?

The blue-robed middle-aged man was surrounded by everyone, his eyes were surging with angry flames, and a faint layer of sky-blue fighting qi fluctuated on his body, and his breath was extremely powerful.

"Fuck off, sister!"

In the night sky, a figure flashed, from far and near, with a fast speed, and landed on a stone statue of a samurai sword more than twenty meters high in front of the first hall.

There seems to be a magical power lingering under his feet, wherever he has done, there will be a red flame, a flame path appears under his feet, when he stands on the white samurai sword stone statue, the flame begins to extend down his feet, and soon the entire stone statue more than 20 meters high has been completely ignited with flames, like a towering god of war standing with a sword from the flames, and the man standing on the stone statue, the bright red cloak behind him flies up and down in the night sky and hunts, wearing a strange mage robe, a magical battle armor is faintly visible under the robe, and a giant combat staff of more than one meter eight is in his hand。

He stood in the flames, as if he were completely at one with the raging red.

Surprisingly, despite the endless burning flames under his feet, there was not the slightest sign of scorching on this person's body, and a long black hair flew in the night sky, and the two blacks seemed to become one, like a devil who came out of the abyss to harvest life.

The most terrifying thing is that this person's face is covered with a dark black strange mask, the workmanship of the mask is extremely fine, as if it is a living thing, the ups and downs of the entire facial contour of the person are basically set off, the nose and eyes are the most delicate, and on the forehead, there is a black sharp horn growing, fiercely stabbing into the void, flashing with a terrifying sharpness.

"Who are you?"

Feeling the surging terrifying magical power on the opponent's body and the cold and piercing killing machine like a blade, the head of the Blood Knife Mercenary Regiment, a middle-aged man in a dark blue strange demonic beast leather robe, had an unprecedented solemn look in his eyes, which made him understand that this was a terrible opponent, an opponent who would never die.

Woooo

In response to him, dozens of fireballs with a diameter of about twenty centimeters and an astonishing destructive power were incredible.

Without the slightest preparation for chanting, and without abnormal magic fluctuations, these dozens of fireballs condensed from the void with a slight wave of the spiked masked man's silent hand, and with the aura of destruction, they smashed head-on towards the high-level members of the Blood Knife on the stone steps of the first hall.

"You...... Look for death!" The middle-aged man in the blue robe was furious.

The sky-blue fighting aura flickered wildly, and he raised his hand to shoot out a series of icy breaths, colliding with the terrifying fireball in midair.

Bang bang!!

The crackling sound of fire and ice was deafening.

The terrifying fireball exploded, and crimson flames burst out in all directions.

This is a terrifying magic flame, even if a small spark falls on the ground, it can ignite the surrounding buildings in an instant, the building of the headquarters of the Blood Knife Mercenary Group is like pouring fire oil, burning uncontrollably, in a short period of time, there are flames rising into the sky everywhere, the entire hall seems to have become a sea of Shura fire, people are wailing everywhere, and the Blood Knife mercenaries rush out screaming, frantically fighting the fire.

That's the horror of magicians.

Perhaps in a one-on-one duel, the mage will be suppressed in the face of a martial artist of the same level, but compared to the destructive power and group damage, the threat of the mage is obviously much more than that of the martial artist.

This is why Sun Fei chose [Mage Mode] in the first place.

The mage wearing the mask of the black demon horn on the stone statue of the Flame Sword is Sun Fei after switching to [Mage Mode]. He first used the mage skill [Path of Fire], and everywhere he passed, everything would turn into raging flames, and then he used the mage skill [Fire Bomb] to turn the entire Blood Knife Headquarters into a sea of blood in front of the first hall.

Moonlight Murder Night!

The wind is high and the day is on fire!

Only this pure flame of crimson can wash away the sins here.

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

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

The head of the Blood Knife Regiment made a decision in an instant, and immediately ordered the people around him to command the mercenaries to fight the fire with all their might, while he turned into a blue streamer, with an unparalleled momentum, piercing through the sky, whistling like an arrow, and shooting towards Sun Fei.

People were in the air, and the blue fighting aura flickered wildly.

A terrifying giant beast condensed by extremely cold air opened its mouth in a roar and volleyed down into the air, intending to devour Sun Fei in it.

"Ice Kiss...... Kill !!"

As soon as he made a move, he was a nirvana fighting skill, and the head of the Blood Knife attacked with all his might, showing no mercy.

He knew that he had to kill the terrifying magician with a mysterious origin in front of him as soon as possible, otherwise if he delayed, no matter what the final result was, the Blood Knife Mercenary Group would suffer unbearable losses, even a samurai apprentice knew that allowing a magician who was almost close to six-star strength to perform magic in his own territory was tantamount to suicide!

......

......

"Huh, this man...... Who is it? How could I not know that there is such a terrible fire mage under the command of King Chambord?"

At the end of a tall 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 flashed with a terrifying light in the night, and it was difficult to hide the surprise in it.

"King Chambord, how many secrets are you still hiding? No, you must persuade the patriarch of the family to win over this person as soon as possible, even if it costs a huge price!!"

......

"Well, it's finally a shot, killing people and setting fires, and King Chambord is a good idea...... Send someone to find out where this magician came from. ”

On the roof of a tall building north of the headquarters of the Blood Knife Mercenary Regiment, dozens of brightly clad armorers stood quietly around a thin young man.

The Imperial [God of War] Arshavin is also watching the killing that is taking place in the distance.

His aura of power quietly spread out slowly like a tide, scanning the entire area, but he didn't feel where King Chambord was hidden, and finally his eyes could only focus on the body of the demon mask magician who was killing people and letting go, and guesses drifted through his heart one by one, but in the end, he couldn't be sure, the fluctuations on this mysterious fire magician were not the slightest bit the same as that of King Chambord, in the Azeroth continent, every strong person has his own unique breath, and this breath is difficult to change, so if you judge from the breath, the mysterious magician wearing a bright red cloak and a demon mask is definitely not King Chambord。

If it's not the King of Chambord, then there's only one possibility-

This man is a master under the command of King Chambord.

But the number and strength level of the masters under the command of King Chambord, no one knows better than the eldest princess Tanasha, why Tanatha has never said to herself, there is such a terrible magician?

The Imperial War God fell into deep doubt.

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

......

"Huh, this breath, when did such a magician appear in the Empire, strange magic fluctuations!"

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

"It's not. ”

"What kind of magic fluctuation is this? Why do I feel a strange, vicissitudes, mysterious aura from it? This ...... It's like ......"

"It's like the breath of the ruins of gods and demons. ”

"Could it be the Assassins of the Spartacist Empire?"

"No way, Spartak old guys, we are all too familiar, as far as I know, there has never been such a master of magic in the Spartak Empire. ”

"Could it be the newly emerging masters of the empire? It's really the years that make people old, and the birth of the Chambord King makes us feel that these old bones are about to rust......"

"Anyway, the two princes and the great aristocratic forces have reached a tacit understanding, tonight is a bloody night, and we don't need to make a move...... Forget it!"

Waves of magical aura fluctuations that are difficult for ordinary people to perceive at all, containing a surge of will, emerged from the eight most magnificent and tall magic towers in the imperial capital of St. Petersburg, and flowed and converged in the sky above the imperial capital, and the most powerful magicians of the Zenit Empire completed a simple exchange, and after a little surprise, these breaths fell silent again.

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The first is to collect red tickets.