Dozens of princes and dignitaries of Stormwind City chased the little king who was thrown out by Cheng Xiaotian, in fact, with their speed, it was impossible to catch up at all, it was just a show of loyalty, and the only ones who really had this ability were the regent and Lord Madias. ∷，

The first to launch was Bolval, who chased after him for a few steps, his body was blazing with golden light, and a pair of light wings suddenly stretched out from his back, and he overtook the little king who flew out with three consecutive blows. However, his divine skill did not last, and the existence of his wings disappeared in an instant, and his speed slowed down helplessly, watching the small body fly over his head and crash into the white palace wall.

At that moment, a gray shadow trailed past the regent, and in a blink of an eye it followed the little king. It was Matthias Shore's fourth-order sprinting technique, and watching him step forward, the Regent's hanging heart relaxed.

Madias chased the little king all the way up, ran vertically up the palace wall, and finally caught the person at the moment before hitting the wall, and his body disappeared from the place.

"How is His Majesty?" The regent stopped and asked into the void in front of him, and as soon as the words fell, a gray shadow flashed in front of him, and Madias appeared with the king in his arms.

Madias was extremely experienced, he touched the little king back and forth with his hand, and said with a sigh of relief: "Your Majesty is fine, only there is a skin wound on his chest."

"It's okay!" The regent hugged the little king, walked back to the officials and nobles who were chasing him, and shouted angrily: "The whole city is under martial law, use all your strength, you must catch them all!"

"Yes!" Among the large group of officials who came over, someone immediately shouted the order, turned around and ran out of the hall.

Then he handed the little king in his arms to an old nobleman, and the light wings behind him reappeared, flying into the air and smashing into the Hall of Heroes like cannonballs. There were constant screams from there, and it was obvious that Cheng Xiaotian was killing inside.

The officials and nobles surrounded the little king and shouted loudly, but the little king seemed to have a mental problem now, his eyes were wide open, staring at some unknown point, his brows tightly locked, his whole body tense, and he did not respond to the call.

"Your Majesty the Regent!" The old nobleman hugged the king and looked up at the regent in the air.

"Lord of the Arathi Basin." In mid-air, Boval-Pagodagen whispered coldly, "I'm going to behead all of you for public display!" ”

Thundered!

As soon as the words fell, the golden figure fell like a meteorite, directly smashed through the roof of the Hall of Heroes, and fell into the main hall!

At the same time, on the square of Stormstorm Fortress.

Storm Master Marin, the strongest of the weavers and one of the legends of mankind, blocked the envoys and began to cast spells.

There were no lengthy incantations, Marin just uttered a simple syllable, and his body immediately burst into flames like a torch. The blood-red flames steamed, and the unimaginable heat spread out in all directions, and the granite ground beneath his feet turned black at first, and then turned into a scorching red color in an instant.

The crowd of spectators in the square screamed loudly and scattered in all directions, people crowded and pushed people, and in a panic, countless people were pushed to the ground and trampled, and the screams suddenly rang out.

"You all stay." Marin was in the center of the flames, but his tone was as cold as ice. In terms of attack power alone, the regent Boval-Pagodagen is inferior to this berserk weaver!

There was a stumble of footsteps from behind, shouting and the clash of armor getting closer, it was the chasing Stormwind guards.

"Break!"

Ishara gritted her teeth and fired five arrows in a row, chasing after the arrows and charging at the Vulcan-like Marin.

Norbulingka waved his hand and pointed forward, and a little spark came out of his hand, and exploded into a fiery wolf on the ground, and pounced on Marin in line with Isara.

The rest of the men, armed with weapons and shouting frantically, chased after them.

Marin's face sank and he spat out a syllable, not a spell that channeled the elements of magic, but a simple Salasan word, "Why ......"

With a wave of his hand, a transparent fireball spread around him, and the air roared with the heat.

This trick Dorian will do, but compared to Marin, the power is very different. The first five feathered arrows burst at the touch, and the arrows, including the arrows, were vaporized in an instant, and the roar of the fire wolf that followed dissipated.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ishara turned around and pounced to intercept Norbulingka, and at this time, the group just rushed to the ground, and everyone rolled into a ball. The heat was far beyond their limits, and they were forced to fly back, and there, the chasing guards had already killed.

At this moment, a figure broke away from the group and rushed towards the raging flames without hesitation, and when he saw this man, the old mage's face tightened, it was his student, Dorian Solomon.

Dorian ran with open arms, not even a mana shield, like a moth to a fire.

"Don't!" The stunned members of the envoys exclaimed.

"Come back soon!" Rhona was so anxious that she jumped to her feet and even followed.

Looking at the disciple who pounced on death, Marin secretly sighed and closed his eyes in pain, and at this moment, Dorian crashed into the wall of fire that spread rapidly.

Under the horrified gaze of everyone, Dorian's body was instantly ignited, and he who had turned into a fire man still did not slow down, and threw himself at Marin's feet, hugging the teacher.

"Teacher, it's good for me to die, let them go." Dorian said as he looked up at Marin.

The old mage shook his head in pain, raised his hand and placed it on top of Dorian's head, and the flames were extinguished in an instant, and even the heat in the air disappeared completely. At this time, Lorna chased after her, and she burst into tears, and checked Dorian with a crying voice.

Dorian is a fire mage after all, and his resistance to the fire element is extremely high, although he is not lightly injured this time, but it should not be fatal, after checking it, Rhona breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're all going to die." Shi Marin said coldly, and with a wave of his hand, a chain formed by the arcane law came out of his hand and tied Dorian. Then he picked up the burned Dorian, turned around and strode away without looking back.

Dorian looked at the chasing envoys and spat out a sentence with difficulty: "Hurry up!"

"Let's go! Don't give up! Isara, holding back tears, urged everyone to run, they wanted revenge, they wanted to save people, and they couldn't be buried here in vain.

Hearing this, the whole group roared and got up and ran, heading north. It was a subway station, and they had to rush to Ironforge as soon as possible to gather a large army to come and rescue people.

As soon as they left, in the Hall of Heroes, Boval Vortagen landed arrogantly, and as he expected, Cheng Xiaotian was still there. However, Cheng Xiaotian did not fight, but stood quietly in the main hall and waited, not because he was merciful, nor because the guards disobeyed the order, and the dead could not disobey the order.

After the domineering regent landed, he only heard a "bang" under his feet, and the bloody aura spread, and when he looked at it, his majestic face twitched involuntarily.

Beneath his feet was a thick layer of viscous blood, and in a pool of blood were soaked corpses, and the tools were so broken that they could not be counted.

It's just that after a while, Cheng Xiaotian actually killed all the guards who stayed in the Hall of Heroes!

"Lord of the Arathi Basin, you are so spicy!" Looking at the young man in white in front of him, who was as calm as water, the regent frowned.

"I never bully the weak, let alone hurt the innocent, your words are useless to me." Cheng Xiaotian's expression did not change, and he pinched a magic trick in each hand and quickly sketched it on his chest. "You want to kill people for no reason, so you are all innocent!"

After a pause, Cheng Xiaotian pointed to the side of the hall, and a silver awl condensed by the magic seal flew out with a roar, stabbing towards the void, and shouted: "Madias, you get out of here!" (To be continued.) )