"No need to check, the wizard must be on it, and there will be no ambush here." It was Old Man Martin, and when he heard the discussion between the two, he finally couldn't help but interject.

Both of them looked at Martin suspiciously, wondering why he was so sure.

The archbishop gave Malone a look, meaning that your people, you solve.

Malone asked his grandfather, "Grandpa, why?" ”

The old man sighed and said, "Angola is resurrected, I can feel his breath!" ”

"Angola is resurrected?"

Hearing the old man's words, Ma Long didn't react much, but he felt that as grandpa said, this person was very difficult to entangle!

The Archbishop of Nottington exclaimed! He is different from Ma Long, he has really felt the horror of Angola!

He asked the old man in surprise, "What you said is true?" ”

The old man nodded, and said with a suspicious expression: "It's really resurrected, just now, I felt his breath!" ”

"Hiss......", the archbishop gasped, and his heart was shocked!

"Is it that scary?" Seeing the reaction of the two, Ma Long asked with some curiosity.

The old man shook his head and said, "I'll understand when you see it!" ”

Malone looked at the archbishop again, he didn't seem to have come to his senses, Malone asked, "Lord Bishop, ...... now"

Malone's words woke the archbishop from his contemplation, and he replied: "There is no need to search this floor, let's go straight up." ”

Then he said to the old man: "Knight Martin, please lead the way?" ”

The old man nodded, and said to the knight who reported, "Let's go, go to the stairs!" ”

The Templar looked at the Archbishop, who nodded at him before turning to lead the way.

The old man also walked forward, followed by Marlon.

On the way, Malone asked his grandfather, "Grandpa, why won't the wizard be here after the resurrection of Angola!" ”

Instead of replying to Marlon's question, the grandfather asked, "Where do you think the king will live in his castle?" ”

After a little contemplation, Ma Long understood that Angola was the king of wizards, and he would naturally live in the best or highest place.

"If the king is the king, there should be guards too, right?" Malone asked another puzzle in his heart.

"The number of wizards has always been small, and each one is precious, and Angola will not let them be killed by us one by one, but must have gathered them together."

Marlon nodded knowingly, stopped talking, and followed his grandfather up the stairs.

The stairs turned to the second floor, and the grandfather's footsteps continued upward without any pause.

On the third, fourth, and fifth floors, my grandfather finally left the stairs and said, "It's on this floor." ”

Malone guessed that there should be some kind of connection between his grandfather and Martin, like a radar that can sense each other's position, but I don't know if it's one-way or two-way.

Leaving the stairs, the old man followed the feeling in his heart and found the largest passage to move forward, and everyone followed closely behind on alert.

In Ma Long's opinion, this floor should be a living area, which has been modified by wizards, not magnificent, but also clean and tidy, and the important thing is that there is nothing broken in sight.

Walking through the corridor, there is the exit in front of you, the center point of this floor, and the old man's originally hurried pace unconsciously slowed down.

Malone knew that when he arrived at his destination, he could even see the figure on the other side of the exit.

With his grandfather Martin in front, the old knight Louis stepped over the crowd and stepped forward to join Martin.

Marlon and the archbishop glanced at each other, both saw the tacit understanding in each other's eyes, and stepped forward to follow.

The four of them walked side by side to the exit, which was a plaza similar to the first floor, but more intact.

As the distance got closer, the field of vision gradually widened, and through the exit of the walkway, Malone could see a group of people on the opposite side.

It was a group of people of all their own characteristics, tall, short, fat and thin, both men and women, who carried swords and rods.

Looking at these alone, they are not like the wizards in Ma Long's impression, but more like a group of mercenaries or adventurers.

But the darkness and fading demonic brilliance around them clearly told everyone who they were, the wizard they had been looking for for so hard!

No matter how slow the speed is, no matter how far the distance is, as long as you don't stop, there will be a time to finish.

As they moved forward step by step, Ma Long and the others finally walked out of the passage and came to the hall.

Martin's feet did not stop, the breath on his body kept churning, more and more victorious, and there seemed to be only the leading wizard opposite in his eyes, Malone guessed, that was Angola, also called Anshu.

The Louis Knight also seems to have been affected, following Martin on his heels, and his momentum continues to climb.

For a while, the two old men became the core of the team, and most of them were subconsciously influenced by it and followed its actions.

Invisibly, they dominate this team!

Malone and Nordington glanced at each other, and they could both see the helplessness in each other's eyes!

Malone was worried that his grandfather's body would be able to bear it if he continued like this.

After all, he was seriously injured in his early years, and now he is so old!

The team stopped a short distance from the group of wizards on the opposite side.

Martin grasped the position very well, such a distance can not only give a certain psychological pressure on the opposite side, but not too much pressure to cause the opponent to rebound.

Ma Long secretly subdued his grandfather's old spicy, and he really deserved to be a hero from decades ago, and he was full of deep meaning.

"Martin...... Luis", opposite Ma Long, who was suspected of being the leading wizard of Angola, looked at the two old men and greeted him.

There was no resentment in the tone of the enemy, but a sense of ridicule and contempt.

"Anshu ......"!

"Angola"

Sure enough, the names of the two old men confirmed Marlon's guess, that person was the king of wizards, Angola, who was the one who incarnated as Anshu forty years ago to destroy the barbarians and save Beijun.

In the decisive battle with the kingdom and the temple, he set up a blood sacrifice array to turn the tables, and finally failed, which is also a crime of non-war!

The Angola in front of him is very different from Ma Long's imagination in terms of image.

He doesn't have the dazzling magic power of other wizards, he looks like an ordinary middle-aged nobleman, Ma Long was surprised, could it be that wizards are also back to basics?

Only those eyes,...... Very bright, such eyes Malone has only seen similar ones in Louis, and the two are not the same!

Luis gives people a clear and warm feeling, but Angola has only cold indifference in his eyes......

"You're resurrected!" Martin's tone was emotional, as if recalling the past, with infinite nostalgia!

"Yes, resurrected" Angola sighed: "My career is not completed, how can I give up and die." ”

"You did it?" Luis asked in surprise when he felt that the atmosphere of Angola seemed to be different from before.

Martin also said with a look of surprise: "You have successfully eliminated the corrosive nature of the magic?" ”

"Hahaha...... Ha ha...... Ha ......", asked about the smugness, Angola laughed unscrupulously, he has reason to be proud, countless wizards have pursued thousands of years by him, he is the king of wizards!