"No !!!!!!"

Feeling the severe pain and the paralysis that followed, Aklem Gris finally realized that the assassination against him was not a temporary attempt at all, but a long-planned plan.

In particular, the anti-magic force field blessed on the arrows directly caused him to be unable to use even a spell or magic item now, and could only wait for death to come.

"Hahahaha! How about a kiss of death made for you?"

With a burst of unbridled laughter, Delta Zelund finally stepped out from behind a bookshelf, followed by several other participants.

He snapped his finger at the crossbow bolt that had pierced his chest, and the terrible arrow made a piercing sound, and then quickly turned into an eight-claw shape, clutching at the battered heart.

As a powerful mage second only to Achillm Gris in the Arcane Brotherhood, he was obviously well aware of the terrifying power of the top spellcasters, the fatal injuries in the eyes of many, and the fact that it only took a few seconds for a mage who had mastered the Nine-Ring Arcane to completely turn the tide of things, so he specially designed and crafted this crossbow bolt worth enough to be worth ten of the best warships.

"Good, very good! It turns out that you are secretly planning all this!" said Aklem Gris, gritting his teeth against his bleeding chest.

He never dreamed that three of the four tower masters he had personally appointed had betrayed him, and his eyes revealed a strong hatred.

"That's right, old fellow! We're fed up with your stubbornness and stupidity! It's time for Luskan to enter a new chapter, and your death will be the end of the old one. Delta turned and made an attack gesture at a tall granite structure.

The latter didn't say a word, and smashed his fist the size of an iron pot hard.

Rumble!

As the deafening sound echoed through the hall, Aklem Gris, who was seriously injured, suddenly turned into a silver translucent spirit state, and disappeared without a trace in an instant with the help of the power of the mage tower.

However, all of his belongings, including clothing, rings, staffs, and even the Shattered Crystal and the crossbow bolt stuck in his chest, were left in place.

When Delta saw this, his pupils contracted suddenly, and he shouted, "Damn! Don't let him run! Quick! Turn on the tower's detection function!"

"Calm down! Have you forgotten how many traps and protections he has set up in the main control room? There's no way we're going to get in right away!Rather than wasting time chasing down a lost dog, let's discuss who will control the Arcane Brotherhood and who will control the Shattered Crystal. As he spoke, the other tower master set his gaze on the shattered magic crystal that shimmered with a strange brilliance.

For a moment, everyone was fascinated by the powerful magic pulsations of the artifact, and their eyes burst with a greedy light.

You don't have to ask, the moment Aklem Gris escaped with his wounds, the alliance that several high-ranking mages had signed in private had already broken down, and an even more brutal power struggle ensued.

......

Meanwhile, Aklem Gris, who managed to escape with the help of his last hole card, is now in a state of confusion and is heading towards Waterdeep along the outskirts of the Winterless Forest.

Although he had barely repaired his broken heart with the help of the Seven Rings Magic, a limited wish, his extremely aging body made him very weak, and he did not dare to stay for a moment, for fear that the rebel men would find out their traces.

Just as he cursed the betrayal of his men and secretly vowed to make a comeback and make all the betrayers pay a terrible price, a huge shadow suddenly passed through the sky.

Before the old mage could react to what had happened, a scorching flame fell from the sky!

"A dragon?!"

A tense Aklem Gris hurriedly released a "Protective Flame Enchantment" and raised his head to stare at the behemoth hovering in midair.

"Hehe, it's miserable. I'm afraid no one would have thought that the founder of the Arcane Brotherhood would be seriously injured by the rebellion launched by his subordinates. The black dragon sneered as it cracked, its fanged mouth.

You don't need to ask to know that he is none other than Zhang Cheng, who has just returned from the outskirts of Silver Moon City.

Due to the development of several dragonman mages in advance, he received the news from the beginning of the assassination and began to search along the outskirts of Luskan, only to find traces of magical teleportation not long after.

"You know me?!No, no, you're the one who gave me the Shattered Crystal!" Aklem Gris's face quickly turned ugly.

He was not a fool, and quickly realized that the strange black dragon in front of him did not happen to meet him, but had been waiting here for a long time.

Zhang Cheng chuckled and nodded: "Yes, I handed over the Shattered Demon Crystal to you, but have you thought about it, what caused this rebellion to happen today?"

"What do you mean?" said Aklem Gris frowned subconsciously.

"I mean it simply, I drove the whole thing forward.

From the moment you get the Shattered Shard in public, this rebellion is destined to come.

Don't you even notice it?

Ever since you've been immersed in your quest to prolong your lifespan, the Arcane Brotherhood has begun to do whatever it takes to climb the ladder from top to bottom.

A few years ago, the cardinal wizard of the North Tower, Mokai, was killed in Icewind Dale, and you had no intention of tracking down the murderer at all, instead taking the murderer's place.

In a way, you encourage this unscrupulous competition.

Think about it, if the people below realized that a master with an infinite life and invincible power was about to appear above their heads, they would do a nuclear reaction?

Of course, there is no hesitation in eradicating this threat, so that one day he can climb to the pinnacle of power.

So from the moment I handed over the Shattered Demon Crystal to you, you were destined to encounter a terrible assassination and rebellion.

Goodbye, Achillm Gris, I will inherit the organization you founded, and make Luskan the most powerful city-state in the North......"

As the last word blurted out, the wand on Zhang Cheng's dragon wing's small claw suddenly flashed with a green light, and then flapped his wings and swooped down again to attack.

"Damn, what did you do to me?"

Aklem Gris, who was hit by the green light, had an unconcealed panic and fear in his eyes.

He found that his life force was rapidly draining, and that the mana stored in his body was being gathered to form a spatial tunnel that was enough to tear through his body.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know exactly what incredible changes this thing is going to do to you. ”

After that, Zhang Cheng, who swooped down, directly tore apart Aklem Gris's old body with his sharp dragon claws.

At the moment of his death, a massive portal to an unknown space was formed.

Incredibly, nothing came out of the other end of the portal, and just a second later, the portal collapsed and disappeared forever......