The city of Saissus, the palace of Morvidale.

The mages sat quietly in the hall, and in the center of the main hall, a stretcher covered by a robe was lying there, outlining the shape of a human body, and a little bit of bright red blood, and the atmosphere in the entire hall looked a little dignified.

At this time, an old man wearing a white robe and a long beard walked from the back of the main hall and sat straight on the first place, and with the appearance of the old man, among the people sitting in the row below, there was a look of respect in their eyes.

"Archmage!"

Just as the old man sat down, more than a dozen people below all left their seats and stepped forward to say hello.

The old man didn't look at everyone, his eyes were firmly fixed on the stretcher placed in the center of the hall, his expression was a little complicated, and after a while, the old man waved his hand and said, "Sit down." ”

"Yes, Archmage!"

It was only at this time that everyone finally dared to sit down again, and the expressions on their faces were very natural, and there was no unhappiness in the slightest, which showed how high the status of the old man was in the minds of everyone.

Morvidale stared at the stretcher lying in the center of the hall for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh, got up from his seat, slowly came to the stretcher and squatted down, stretched out his hand and gently lifted the robe.

I saw an aging face exposed in the air, a pair of empty eyes were blankly open, and there was a deep wound on the neck stained red with blood.

Morvidale stretched out his palm and slowly closed Douglas's eyes, covered his robe with a heavy face, then walked to the throne and sat down again, staring at everyone with fierce eyes, and said in a deep voice: "What the hell is going on, who killed Douglas." ”

Although Mo Wei Dale's tone sounded calm, those who knew him well knew that Mo Wei Dale's heart was already full of anger at this moment.

As soon as Mo Wei Dale's words fell, the atmosphere of the entire hall became a little heavy, and the more than ten people sitting below looked at Mo Wei Dale with some apprehension in their hearts, as senior mages, they knew the relationship between Glass and Mo Wei Dale.

Morvedale's gaze gradually became a little sharp, like a sharp sword swept towards the people below, and everyone who was swept by Morvidale's gaze trembled in their hearts.

"Archmage, I think you should ask the patrol mage about this matter, and you can get the most detailed information from him. ”

After the hall was silent for a moment, a mage finally said with a sweaty face.

"Call me at once. Morvidale was expressionless and shouted in a deep voice.

Immediately, one of them retreated, and soon brought the patrol mage with him.

The patrol mage came to the main hall with a little fright, and said, "The archmage is on top!"

When Morvidale's gaze fell on the patrol mage, his originally sharp eyes gradually became soft, and he said slowly: "What the hell is going on with this matter, who killed Douglas." ”

"Archmage, you must avenge Douglas. The patrol mage's face suddenly became full of grief, and then Stella was severely aggravated, as if the cause of the incident was completely caused by the strange thieves, but he did not hide the slightest about Stella's strength, and told the truth about the killing of Douglas.

When the patrol mage finished speaking, Morvidale, who was sitting in the first place, fell silent, his brows furrowed slightly, the light in his eyes flickered, and after a moment of silence, Morvidale finally spoke: "What you said is true, it was Bogong who killed Douglas with his own hands?"

"Archmage, it's true, if you don't believe it, you can ask the divination mage, they can also recreate this scene in divination, this Bogon is too much, you must not let him go, avenge Archmage Douglas. ”

The patrol mage said with an indignant expression, his expression hating the Monster Thieves and Bogon, completely hating him.

"Archmage, this man named Bogong is too much, if we don't do anything about this matter, I'm afraid it will have a great impact on us. A middle-aged mage sitting below spoke.

"That's right, Archmage, we must definitely get to the bottom of this matter. ”

"Be sure to avenge Archmage Douglas......"

The people sitting below spoke one after another, although they heard that Douglas was killed by the anti-thief Bogon, but they did not have the slightest worry, and everyone was very confident in the strength of the archmage.

The archmage pressed his hand, and after everyone quieted down, he said in a deep voice: "Douglas and I are old friends, and once saved my life, and now Douglas has been killed, no matter how powerful the other party's power is, no matter who the other party is, this matter must not be just settled, moreover, Douglas has done a lot of things for us over the years, and has made a lot of contributions, Mr. Commander, you immediately send a few clever people to find out, before you start, you must find out the other party's information clearly." ”

"Yes, Archmage!"

"Archmage, today my second generation of Griffons has a large group of men and horses heading towards the location of the Witches' Federation in the city of Saysus, there is a large group of people in total, and according to the informant, Nabogon and Stella are trapped in the witches' barrier. ”

Mo Weidale waved his hand expressionlessly and said, "Good job, you go down." ”

After he left, Morvidale lowered his head and pondered for a while, and muttered: "With the strength of Bogon, fighting hard with the witches is undoubtedly hitting the stone with an egg, instead of sitting and waiting to be killed, we should take the initiative to attack and take advantage of this time to give a heavy blow." ”

At this time, the captain of the second-generation Griffin Air Force outside the alley was fighting back and forth with Beria Pogon.

"Hehe, Beria, I'm not tired at all, I just don't know if you can do it. The captain looked at Beria with a strange smile.

Beria said: "I have heard that your mercenaries are skilled in tactics and have experienced a hundred battles, and even the saliva you spit out has the bloody smell of killing, it seems that it is not in vain. ”

The captain smiled again, his face suddenly became a little serious, and then said: "Belial, it's not that I underestimate you, this time you are really a little small, with a few of you, even if you can defeat us, it will be extremely heavy." ”

Hearing this, Beria frowned, looked at Kilima, and said, "Although it is indeed very difficult for a few of us to win against the large force of your second-generation griffin air warring team according to common sense, but if we can use one as ten, it is not certain whether we are dead or alive!"