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The side hall of the Tumishan Palace. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although it is only a place to sleep, this white marble room is extremely large and luxurious.

The many furnishings are all valuable: cushions made of precious animal skins, precious gold vessels set with various gemstones, famous paintings, tables and chairs made of mahogany by foreign carvers, and most importantly, a large bed carved in lacquered mahogany.

Sending off the "Sage", the two old men are discussing the details of the raid on the Holy See.

"In terms of timing, I think it's better to wait for the Golden Dragon Legion to finish going south. At that time, I and Captain Gletis will attack Charles I together, plus a few of my mage friends, ninety percent of them will succeed. Archmage Chir said.

"Good. After that, with the help of the power of the 'Holy One', he dispersed the power of the Church and took the opportunity to quell a possible religious rebellion. ”

The Chief Archmage smiled and nodded, and was about to answer, when his face suddenly changed.

I saw him make a gesture, and a light flashed in the shadows not far behind him, and a figure was bounced out.

What popped out was a slender man, with brown and black skin, white hair, red eyes, wearing a close-fitting black robe, holding a blackened dagger, and his facial features were quite exquisite.

is a Night Elf.

The male black elf quickly curled up in the air, tumbled to the ground, and then disappeared in place.

The archmage simply closed his eyes this time and made another gesture.

The scanning circle of spiritual power instantly brushed more than ten times in the huge space of the side hall.

"Five."

The archmage read out the number of Assassins without emotion.

At the same time, a Black Elf assassin had emerged behind him, a lightless dagger stabbing into his spine.

"One!"

He didn't even look back before the fierce sword momentum of the black elf behind him vanished.

A heart that was still alive and stirred suddenly appeared in the archmage's hand, and the black elf behind him was already soft to the ground.

"Two."

A rain of blood suddenly erupted from the top of the archmage's head, and the internal organs, fingers, hair, teeth, and limbs were mixed with a set of broken black clothes and several broken daggers, scattered together.

Without warning, a cyan shield appeared around the mage, his neatly groomed hair and beard still untidy, not even a drop of blood sticking to his body.

"Three...... Four, five. ”

See that there is no way to hide. The three Black Elf Assassins sprinted at their target at the same time as fast as they could, one rushing towards Theon and two spreading out to rush towards Wright V.

The black elf who rushed towards the archmage soon found that his feet had been lost at some point.

"Vacuum blade?"

The Assassin fell to the ground at the same time as the thought came to him, but he was clearly strong-willed. At the same time as he fell to the ground, he threw the dagger as a throwing knife at the archmage without saying a word.

As soon as the dagger flew out, it was mistracked by something, and it couldn't hit the target at all.

But the unbelieving Assassin rolled up his sleeve and revealed the crossbow hidden in his right sleeve, but before he could shoot it, he found that his entire right arm was rotting at a breakneck speed.

Less than two seconds. All the skin and muscles on the arm had turned into a foul-smelling puddle of mud and shrunk off, revealing blackened phalanges and ulnas.

The pain invaded his brain, but the assassin remained silent, trying to touch the cone hidden in his arms with his remaining left hand.

So his left arm was suddenly broken off at the shoulder, and the wound was scorched, and not a drop of blood flowed out.

The silent Assassin struggled to sit up straight, and looked back in the direction of Wright V.

He hoped that his sacrifice had not been in vain, and that his companions had captured Wright V under his control.

But all he saw was a stone statue of an elven assassin in a sprinting position, and a pile of sand that could roughly be seen as a fallen humanoid.

"Inferior human, you can't catch me."

The silent Assassin finally spoke. But the exit is a taunting curse in Elven language.

And he was immediately punished.

He lost a tooth.

A molar.

The black elf snorted, blood rushing to his mouth and down the corners of his lips.

"Really? What now? ”

The tooth floated in mid-air, and if you looked closely, it was inlaid with a small wax pill.

Inside the wax pill, it is naturally the poison that the black elf seals his throat when he sees blood.

"Tell me, who is your commander? so that they may not suffer from flesh and skin. ”

Unlike when speaking to His Majesty the Emperor, the archmage's voice was now cold and cruel.

"Filthy and despicable human beings. Do you deserve to ask me questions? If there is any means, just use it and see if I can say half a word. ”

The archmage sighed and said, "Then I have to take out your soul and keep it safe." Then put it on a small flame and roast it until you actually say something. ”

He slowly stretched out his right hand, as if preparing to show the Assassin what the "soul extraction" gesture was.

The black elf's body shook, but he still closed his eyes and said nothing.

Then. He collapsed as if his spine had been succumbed suddenly.

The ring on the archmage's left index finger lit up, having received the Assassin's soul.

From the time the Assassin was discovered to the end of the battle, Archmage Theon Chill hadn't even moved, and it was probably not even five minutes since the time passed.

He shook his head lightly and said, "The spirit is commendable." But death is worthless. ”

"Really?"

A hoarse and strange viper-like voice suddenly rang out.

"Oh no......"

The archmage followed the prestige, and sure enough, he saw a dark shadow standing behind Wright V, who was smiling helplessly, and the dagger was gently pressed against the neck of His Majesty the Emperor.

"These cannon fodder didn't even know I was here, so they didn't use any acting skills to deceive you, the chief archmage of the empire. Don't move, or you'll be indirectly killing the king. ”

Seeing this black shadow, the archmage's pupils shrank.

Because in his spiritual perception, there was still nothing in the black shadow.

He is the chief archmage of the empire, an existence that has stepped into the transcendent level for a long time.

What kind of monster can evade his psychic detection?

But the surprise was only for a moment, and the archmage immediately asked, "You can actually cultivate the hidden skills to this extent, I'm afraid you are not an ordinary Night Elf assassin, right?" Who are you? Who called you here? ”

The words of the archmage seemed to be very confusing, because after all, His Majesty the Emperor was in the hands of the other party.

But this archmage has the ability to curse and kill anyone whose magic realm is lower than him in an instant, so it really doesn't make a difference whether the opponent's dagger is placed on the emperor's neck or not.

"Go to hell, and regret why you didn't take the opportunity to sneak up on me just now."

Although the archmage has a lot of defensive magic attached to his body, maybe this black shadow's attack method will not break the defense at all.

But in the eyes of Archmage Chir, this is indeed the opponent's only chance to turn the tables.

He didn't expect an answer either.

Because a qualified Black Elf Assassin will not reveal any secrets.

Most of the purpose of saying these things is just to distract the other person.

Unexpectedly, the black shadow actually answered his question: "My name is 'Xu'." As for my commanders...... He's already here. ”

"What?"

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