When Karn actually entered the majestic gates of Vulture City, Bahad and his cronies were already waiting respectfully.

Glancing at the person behind Karn, Bahad's face was almost twisted together, "Betrayal" Karn is this "finally ready to do it to himself?" The thought stayed in his head and could not be dissolved for a long time.

Karn's "visit" was indeed the most exaggerated battle in years, with 300 elite soldiers of the World Eater Legion and their leader - "The Chosen One" Akon, 300 Scarlet Slayer Berserkers of War and their leader - "Butcher King" Grimnir. Standing on either side of the Blood God's scarlet armor, one on the left and one on the right, even Bahad could say with certainty that in the shadow of that armor he saw the gloomy eyes of the terrifying elven female assassin.

All the army is attacking! No kidding, if such a lineup really starts slaughtering here with the gates wide open and completely undefended, the Bitter Spring Brotherhood is afraid that even if it does not perish, the largest headquarters on the entire continent and Bahad, the "Great Khan" who has just taken office, will definitely turn into smoking char together, and there is absolutely no other possibility.

"Huan.. Welcome to Vulture City, Lord of the Great Blood God! ”

Nervous tongues kept knotting, and Bahad did his best to be humble, trying not to provoke the slightest hint of anger from the murderous demigod.

The flames burned in his eyes, and Karn's face hidden in his helmet was expressionless, but his voice seemed to reveal an inexplicable anxiety and—excitement?

"Where's that guy named Max?"

Not being angry and arrogant is probably the best metaphor to describe this man, obviously just asking, but the bloody breath revealed has already made Bahad in front of him, the demon who killed hundreds of people in one day, almost vomited, waved his hand, and couldn't say anything for a long time.

"You two or five boys, get out of the way!"

Just as Bahad was about to explain as he was stared at by the increasingly impatient and terrible gaze, a slightly immature voice sounded outside the city gates.

Everyone knew that "Betrayer" was Karn's title, but no one was allowed to mention it in front of him, which is why so many people preferred to call him the Blood God at any time, after all, if it was heard, it would be a big problem.

And the whole ruins dare to call him such a title, and replace it with an even more unbearable word, I think it can only be one person.

"Weiznan! Do you want to die no matter what?! ”

Just like the horror of killing thousands of people in anger back then, the figure wearing scarlet full-body armor raised the battle axe in his hand almost instantly, and suddenly turned to look at the short figure behind him.

Faster than his axe was a figure beside him.

"When ——!"

The blood axe in Grimnir's hand slashed at Verznan's head in a cloak, a thick barrier of white bone.

The huge shock almost forced the axe to get out of his hand, and when he missed, the dwarf retreated in a wistful way, and with a blow he broke away, and seemed to spit on the ground very unwillingly.

"Your Excellency the Blood God, everyone knows what happened back then, there is no need to make such a big liver fire."

Tall, thin as a skeleton, no, now the skeleton's chief priest, the "Master of Death", Nagash, walked out of the dense sacrificial group behind him, carrying a hideous staff made from a troll skull.

Coming out with him, on the other side of Weiznan was the only woman who stood out from all the sacrifices, not wearing a cloak of any kind.

With her fiery red hair draped all the way to the ground, unlike the lifeless sacrificial order, the second priest "Firestorm" Kassandra is a tall beauty with a bewitching appearance - although some have revealed that she changes her body every thirty years, but given that the whistleblower has been burned to ashes, this must be a rumor, well! Rumor!

"Dead shorty, have you forgotten how your beard is gone? - Huh? You really put an iron armor on your beard?! ”

The elegant voice was full of sarcasm and banter, but the always irascible butcher king just didn't look away from looking at this angry person. The youngest next to him, the "Chosen One" who didn't know this woman, was stunned

After all, twenty-six years ago, the female devil who single-handedly killed all the way to the brass throne, even if she was cheap, she still had strength, and to this day, the dwarf butcher king still remembered the fire that burned his beard, so that he subconsciously protected his beard.

Beneath Weiznan's cloak was a smooth, eerie mask depicting the strange symbol, and he raised his head and glared at Karn, the two sides of the two sides in a stalemate, neither of them taking a step back.

As for Bahad, the coward had already fainted with fright.

A reckless man who doesn't know the truth is fearless, and a reckless man who knows the truth and can't stand the happiness of nothing happening can never become a ruler.

The first sacrifice, the second sacrifice, about half of the combat power of Weiznan and Nehekhara ran directly to the gate of Vulture City, plus all the main forces of the Brass Throne, it is estimated that if these killing gods make a move, the seemingly impregnable city defense of the Brotherhood will never be able to hold out for even an hour.

Thinking like this, Bahad, the leader of the greatest force in the ruins, lost consciousness.

"Then the two of you, Lord Karn and Lord Verznan, please come with me into the city, since you are here to discuss things, there is no reason for you to stand at the gate of the city."

The old man's voice rang out, and an old man with a beard growing below his knees slowly walked out with the scattered footsteps of a group of Bahad's cronies carrying Bahad away.

"Saruman? Why are you still here? ”

Obviously, Weiznan knew this old man, and he was an old acquaintance.

smiled and bowed shallowly, "Anyway, it's idle here, just eat a mouthful." Then he ignored the endless fragmented thoughts under the smooth mask behind him, such as "Why don't you come to me", "I don't care about food, or what", "Stingy! Grey-robed Saruman walked up to Karn first.

"Your Excellency the Blood God, the people you are waiting for have not yet arrived, so it is better for you to enter the council hall, I think the new War Lord will arrive soon.

"Hmm." Just responded, and Karn didn't want to get entangled with the childish gummy of Verznan before he completely tore his face, and he didn't look back like he was walking to the reception hall in the center of the city.

The departure of a large number of warriors from the Brass Throne finally lifted the crisis at the city gates, and Saruman chuckled softly as he looked at Archmage Weiznan, who seemed to be still having a childish temper.

"Please, don't let others say I don't miss my old feelings."

"Humph!" The indifferent young man's voice snorted softly, and he raised his legs and left, also running in the direction of the council hall, but deliberately distanced himself from the troops of the Brass Throne.