Blaze appeared in the square, and the soldiers of the Praetorian Legion and the priests involuntarily retreated, and the people in the square invariably gathered behind him. Everyone had heard the myths about the Chief Sword Bearer, and his appearance represented the attitude of the King's sword, and even of His Majesty.

Blauns pointed at Triuni and rebuked loudly: "Treuni, the scum who betrayed the whole of Solland and defected to the devil, you deceived your subordinates and slaughtered your compatriots. This is the end of your wicked deeds. ”

Brown's words spoke. Immediately there was chaos among the Praetorian Guards, and the soldiers looked at the commander in horror, not knowing that today's battle would turn out to be a conspiracy. And most of the priests knew that today they were fighting to restore the faith of the god of the forest, and there was much less chaos. And the teachers of the Royal Call Academy who were watching also exchanged words with each other.

Triuni endured the panic in his heart, still pretending to have a calm expression.

He knew that Bai Langsi had been seriously injured in the battle of the Night Forest just now, and even if he fought hard now, he might not lose. Now Blaze is trying to shake the morale of his own army to reverse the disadvantage, but he will not leave this opportunity for the cunning white fox.

"Shut up, you're a traitor! You colluded with the Sandman and the Purple Pine clan to attack the palace in an attempt to murder the Elven King. And I'm on the king's orders to get rid of you conspirators!"

Triuni's words quickly calmed down the commotion on his side, and the confrontation in the square immediately returned to the state it had just been. Seeing that the soldiers of the Praetorian Legion had stabilized their positions, Triuni smirked.

Blanc, you don't stand a chance. Even if you've always been called a conspirator.

But at this time, an old voice remembered from the side of the square.

"Ridiculous, whether the people here are guilty or not, at least have to go through the trial and holy judgment of the elven king. When will it be the turn of a Guardian to make an empty judgment. This is the Royal Calling Academy, and no one can fool around here. ”

Professor Morris stepped forward, and all the teachers and students of the Royal Call Academy in the room looked at his aging figure. Because the old professor spoke the hearts of the teachers and students. The rights and wrongs of both sides of this battle should be left to the elven king to decide. This is the quiet and peaceful Royal Call Academy. No one can ignore the existence of Matain.

Before Triuni could begin to refute, Morris shouted in a louder voice: "I am the biggest enemy of the Zisong family, do you also want to frame me as a fellow party of Zisong and the Sandman?"

Morris's questioning suddenly pushed Triuni into a corner. Everyone knows that before the Senate meeting, it was Professor Morris who took in the Purple Pine family's worst enemy, the Desert Shadow Vallet. If the Purple Pine family is a traitor, Professor Morris must be innocent.

Triuni had no choice but to look at the newcomer in exasperation.

"Is the Royal Calling Academy trying to stop us from quelling the rebellion? ”

"We only want to see a righteous verdict! If the Elven King himself comes and determines that the refuge seekers in these squares are enemies of the kingdom, we will help you send them to prison. But if not, leave the square for a while and wait for the king's verdict to arrive. We will not allow you to defile the holy land of the Royal Calling Academy with your blood. ”

As soon as Morris finished speaking, several professors who had not shown up stood behind Morris to show their support. The statements of these eighth-order summoners brought more teachers and students to stand behind Morris.

Although Dean Colin is not there, the legendary professor Morris is enough to serve as the representative of the Royal Call Academy.

Triuni was silent, he didn't expect the mad professor to be so difficult. If he rashly challenged the Royal Summoning Academy, he had no chance of winning against so many professors alone. But could he just give up such a good opportunity and let these people delay time? Bruce is currently injured, but when he recovers, he will not be so easy to deal with.

Tryuni looked around anxiously, expecting something to change.

If Valanie can successfully clear the palace and send reinforcements, then the pressure on his side will be much less.

Triuni's wait did not last long, and the impasse in the square changed. It's just a pity that this change is not the kind he wants.

A slender figure, dressed in a blood-stained robe, walked out of the forest and came to the center of the square. Both the soldiers of the Praetorian Guard and the refugees in the square consciously made a way for her.

Because she is His Royal Highness the Prince of Solland, and she still holds the black sword in her hand, which symbolizes the royal inheritance.

The square fell silent as if it were deathly. Everyone looked at the figure of His Royal Highness Prince Choenmi and couldn't take their eyes off it.

The prince walked up to Bailangs' side, then turned and raised his short sword, which was as deep as the night, and pointed it at Triuni. Then, in a voice full of hatred, her verdict was pronounced.

"Triuni, you traitor!"

Triuni's face turned pale all of a sudden, he didn't know what was wrong with the palace and why Zoenmi had run here. But now he has to fight for himself, and for whatever reason, he has to hold on to the situation, or these people in front of him will tear him apart.

Triuni also rushed to the front of the group, and complained with great excitement: "Shut up, you depraved! You have been watching Dorian's throne, and you have listened to the temptation of the devil to collude with Blarans! You have killed the Elven King and seized his sword. I'm going to avenge King Dorian now!"

Triuni believes that his current narrative is seamless, and that Zoenmi has no evidence to debunk his claim. The Elven King had already been poisoned by Valanie's special arrangement, and should have fallen. Perhaps that's why he gave the sword to Zoenmi.

Now his words are unproven. Even if the people present don't fully trust themselves, as long as they can keep the situation deadlocked, it is a victory. Time is on his side, as long as he persists, he can hold out until his reinforcements arrive.

As soon as Triuni finished speaking, the square immediately fell into a commotion, and no one could tell what the truth was. Looking at the chaos in front of him, Triuni was satisfied, but after a moment, Triuni realized that he was still wrong.

Because in the corner of the square, a humanoid monster in armor walked, he was tall, holding two strange long swords, one flashing black magic light, the other burning red and black flames, forced back the Praetorian Legionnaires in front of him, carved out a path, and then walked not far in front of him.

What's going on? Who is he?

Triuni looked at the stranger in bewilderment.

But the monster looked at Triuni with that disdainful gaze, and took a half-step back to the side, revealing the figure he had been obscuring all along. A green-eyed elf girl walked up to the crowd with a bloodied wounded man.

Under Triuni's gaze, the wounded man was looking up, revealing his face.

No, it can't be! He shouldn't be here, he should be dead!

Triuni's heart collapsed in an instant, and his arms and legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

The blood-stained wounded man was the Elven King Dorian, who was raising his arm and asking in a weak voice, "Triuni, why are you colluding with demons......"

The situation in the square was reversed in an instant!