"If I'm not mistaken, you're the missing Archmage of Frentzberg, aren't you?" Standing at an ordinary distance that he thought was appropriate, Didrick pressed his long sword and looked at Frenzberg and asked coldly.

"It's me." Frenzberg nodded and admitted with a smile: "It's really not easy to meet the Grand Knight Commander of the Holy Demon Empire here. ”

"Can you tell me, why a great magician would fall into his own hands, give up the road to the top, and run to the forbidden demon realm to be in the company of mortals?" Didrik stared at Flensberg and asked.

"Self-depravity? Ah, what an interesting word. Frenzberg smiled self-deprecatingly, and then replied, "Son, I don't think I'm willing to fall, I think I'm climbing to the top of my own country in a different, more effective way." ”

Diderick was stunned for a moment, and then felt like he had heard a very funny explanation. He didn't feel that Frenzberg was answering his question, he felt that the other party was playing tricks on him as a fool.

So he angrily pressed his long sword and took a step forward: "Are you saying that you have given up the best position, abandoned the noble magic tower, and come to the realm of mortals, in a place where there is no magic atmosphere, are you using a more effective way to climb the peak of the magic field?" ”

"Yes! Is there something wrong? The smile on Frenzberg's face was even worse: "I came here because there are things that interest me, and people that interest me, so to speak, I am closer to the unattainable truth than before, a feeling that I could never have imagined before." ”

Without waiting for Didric to speak, he continued, "To be honest, it's a bothersome thing to say that there is no magic here, but I think it's worth the price. ”

"Those...... The weapon that shot down the Dragon Knight, was produced with your help, right? Deedric couldn't help but ask what he was most interested in: "You're helping mortals!" Right? ”

"No, no, no! Antithesis! Mr. Grand Knight Chief! It's mortals who are helping me. Frenzberg said solemnly: "In the field of knowledge, the imagination and creativity of mortals are even stronger than I thought. Maybe they don't know magic, but they're creating an order and realm that rivals magic! ”

"That's why I'm here! Because what they're building is completely new and completely different from magic! Frentzberg stretched out his hand and made a grasping motion: "You can imagine that the path we have been looking for, the path of transcendence, is in these mortal worlds!" ”

"Nonsense! You're just bewitched by a swarm of ants! Trying to learn from ants how to defeat dragons! Didrik still didn't believe what Frentzberg said, he thought what he was saying was a fantasy, and he didn't want to believe what he had just experienced.

Pointing to a dragon lying on the ground in the distance, Frentzberg laughed and argued, "Those dragons are now digested by ants, right?" ”

"You're provoking a dragon knight! Great Magician! Drawing the sword at his waist, Didric's anger had spread. His armor was surrounded by a blaze of flames, and the air around him began to distort.

Frentzberg didn't make any moves, he didn't even waste the magic cold energy in his body, he just stood there so relaxed, as if the person standing in front of him was not a dangerous dragon knight, but a three-year-old urchin.

But the mortals beside him were different, they raised their revolvers and pointed the muzzle of the black hole at Didrik and Ildo beside him. As if facing a great enemy, there is no intention of slacking off at all.

Ildo spread his hands, made a gesture that didn't care about him, and then slowly stepped aside, and in contrast to him, Didric strode forward suddenly, the flames of his body converging into his empty left hand, looking even more dangerous.

"Phew! Bang! Behind Frentzberg, the Guards soldiers did not hesitate in the slightest, and fired a series of shots at Dyderick. Bullets whizzed past Frenzberg and rushed straight at the opposite target.

Deedric wielded his sword and narrowly blocked a bullet that flew towards him. A spark splashed from the bright sword entwined with magical energy, and a tremendous force came from his hand, barely holding the hilt.

More bullets passed his longsword and hit his armor directly. Because of the protection of magical defense, Didric was not immediately beaten into a sieve. But the huge impact was still transmitted to his body, forcing him to stop and stagger backwards.

What's going on? Why is the most dangerous great magician already on the verge of defeat before he makes a move? The thought crossed his mind, and Didrick fell to the ground before he could gain his footing.

He touched his waist with his hand and noticed that blood was oozing from the cracks in his armor. The blood was also filled with a faint blue glow, and it really looked very seductive.

Scattering the fireball in his hand and bracing his body with his hands, Dederick felt his life passing. He stared at Frenzberg unwillingly, and shouted loudly: "The Holy Demon Empire will definitely deal with you, a traitor......"

"Phew!" On the other side, there was another round of intense shooting, and this time the bullets were solid on Diderick's body. A bullet hit him right in the doorway of the head, leaving a hole the size of a small thumb there.

"Why don't you listen to me, it's a pity." Frenzberg walked lonely towards Dyderick's body, sighing with some regret as he went. Halfway through, he looked at Ildo, who was standing with his hands outstretched, a curious expression written on his face.

"Young man, it seems that you should fight side by side with your Grand Knight Captain, why did you hold back?" Standing next to Diderick's body, Frenzberg asked with interest.

"Me? I don't know. I can't say it. I just think there's some truth to what you're saying. Ildo replied with a smile as he watched as Frenzberg turned out all the magic replenishment from Diderick's body and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Oh? Tell me, where is the reasoning I am talking about? Frenzberg was also interested, and did not leave immediately, but continued to ask.

"If these mortal weapons can shoot down the dragon knights of our Holy Demon Empire, then, is it possible that these weapons can also be shot down...... The ...... of the Eternal Empire" Ildo stared at Frenzberg, as if hoping to see an affirmative answer in the eyes of the other party.

Frenzberg laughed, for the first time seriously laughed, pointed to his head and exclaimed: "Good question! Child! Good question! You're so much smarter than this stupid guy! At least you brought your brains! ”

"Aren't you afraid that we will send more soldiers to attack the Forbidden Demon Realm? If the Holy Demon Empire wields its true power, Iran Hill will turn into hell overnight. "Ildo sensed that he was making a choice, a very difficult one.

"Ninety percent of the Holy Demon Empire's combat power is in the magic barrier in the west! This is the biggest secret that the Holy Demon Empire has always hidden from mortals, of course, not now. Frenzberg pointed to himself: "I told everything!" This is the biggest hole card that Iran Hill dares to fight against the Holy Demon Empire! ”

“…… You've said it all! That's the truth of the world! You actually told such an important thing to mortals? Ildo looked at Frenzberg in shock.

"Have you ever wondered? What if the truth is not in the west, but in the east? Frenzberg was silent for two seconds, then pulled out a small metal cylinder from inside his wide robe.

"What is this?" Ildor, who had never seen such a round and smooth metal cylinder, asked subconsciously.

"A standard bearing entwined in magic! It can work for ten years without wear and tear! Frenzberg explained, "The combination of mortal technology and magic, the first product of the Orchid Hill Magic Industry!" ”

Ildo looked like he didn't understand what you said, shrugged his shoulders, walked to Frenzberg's side, and grabbed Diderick's body: "I don't know what you're talking about, but our war isn't over yet...... Wait for the vengeful wrath of the Holy Demon Empire. ”

"Oh, don't you say I almost forgot." Frenzberg patted his head lightly and said, "Please go back to the Holy Demon Empire now, and tell Joseph Bakalov, the supreme consul in the east, that I have something to discuss with him before a full-scale war begins!" ”

"So discussed?" Looking at Diderick's body lying at his feet, Ildo asked with a sneer.

"What I can guarantee is that if he doesn't do it, we will never do anything that is detrimental to honor and violates diplomatic ethics." Frentzberg held out his hand and made a begging motion.

"......" glared at Frenzberg, and after holding on for a few seconds, Ildo felt that what he had encountered today was really hell. He angrily took out his magic potion and slapped it in the hands of the robber Frenzberg: "This is what you call diplomatic morality? ”

"No!" Satisfied, Frenzberg stuffed the magic potion into his robe, and denied it as a matter of course: "It's just our friendship, and it has nothing to do with diplomacy or anything. ”

After saying that, he paused, and then called out to Ildo, who was dragging the corpse into the distance: "Don't attack any mortal village!" Otherwise, I'll break your neck myself. ”