When Zhou Qingfeng stepped into the manor, Fils. Long legs will know.

The squire didn't respond, and the Arcane Vigilance didn't work, but Aulull's anger suddenly increased.

The Frost Goddess blows a fierce cold wind in the minds of the faithful, and her never-ending cry runs through the plane, and she wants to tear apart the mortals who dare to blaspheme her.

The study where Fils was located suddenly cooled down, the water vapor condensed, and the tables and chairs were covered in a layer of slippery frost. A cyclone visible to the naked eye formed in the room, making it cold to cut the face.

While in Coldwind City, Fils's study was spacious and bright. There are marble statues in the corners, fine handmade carpets on the floor, and portraits of the heads of the houses hang behind the long oak tables.

Outside the room, there are beautiful maids and faithful butlers at all times.

The majesty of the family affects more than 200,000 people.

But in just a few months, Fils's study became dark and damp.

The windows are small like chicken coops, and the house is not ventilated at all. The statues and carpets are gone, the desks have been replaced with miscellaneous wood, and only the portraits of the heads of the family still hang on the wall behind the table, retaining the last vestiges of the family's majesty.

As for the maids and butlers, there were, but they were tired of their work. Fils could feel that they were much less in awe of themselves and more perfunctory.

There was no hope, and everyone tried to jump off the wrecked ship that was about to sink in the 'Long Legs'.

Yes, all family members.

Even the 'long-legged' knights who joined Bishop's command were nominally fighting on Firth's orders, but everyone knew that they were just moving closer to the Butchers.

Fils is still holding on, and he hopes Bishop can win. Just take Victor who occupies the city of Coldwind. Hugo drove away, and the Buchi family might be able to leave him with some leftovers.

But......

The nobles of the Northland have always been cunning and greedy. Phils also knew that he was naïve. If he were the patriarch of the Buchi family, he would definitely let him die in vain.

It's like Old Bank's proposal to put all the captured knights of the Hutton family to death.

In order to maximize profits, the aristocracy has always resorted to all kinds of extremes.

Fils could only fantasize.

A second ago, he was expecting some exciting good news from the spy he had sent. But in the next second, the silence technique came.

As soon as the messenger reached the door, he was kicked back.

Everything was silent, except for the shrill screams of Aulul echoing in his mind.

The Frost Goddess screamed as if she had gone mad. But she couldn't help Fils in the slightest. She could only exert her power within the 'Fury Heart' of her Divine Kingdom, and she did not dare to release her divine power into the main material realm.

I was taught a lesson by Sha'er before, and this time Oluel is much more obedient.

The kicked-back attendant crashed into one of the walls of the study, and his body was embedded in the broken hole. The Mechanical Maggie walked in through the door, just in time to meet the blade that Fils slammed forward.

"Go back." Arcie grabbed an alloy shield and swung one arm like a whirlwind, giving Fils a ferocious blow.

Half a year ago, Fils pursued Victor outside Coldwind City. Hugo, the two sides fought a lose-lose situation. This incident directly contributed to the Arad family to take the lead in the rebellion.

Fils has been meditating for half a year, and has always regretted that he failed to kill the enemy that night. He imagined what he would do if he met his opponent again countless times.

I didn't expect it......

Fils is knocked back by a blow from Maggie and slams into the wall behind the long table like his own squire. The portraits of the heads of the previous generations hanging on the wall fell with a clatter and shattered to the ground.

As the 'Frost Priest', Fils begins to summon the power of frost while lying on the floor. Instead of answering his prayers, Auluel answered his prayers.

Walls of ice, storms, frost, and a cascade of cold damage appear one after another.

But this time there was only one Fils. As he cast the spell, the wooden wall behind him burst open, and a giant bear emerged. The thick bear claws swung down, slamming him straight into the floor.

The floors are cracked wide open.

Phils froze ice armor as protection, but the giant bear could even smash the ice armor, and grabbed him out of the crack in the floor, and slapped it back like a ball.

After a few repeated clicks, the floor shattered completely, revealing a large hole. Fils fell from the study on the second floor to the first floor. Downstairs in the study was the kitchen, and he fell on the cauldron on the stove.

A precious iron pot shattered.

The hole in the kitchen ceiling was widening, and the giant bear wanted to come down. Fils struggled to get up from the stove and try to escape. But the walls of the kitchen collapsed at this moment.

An oversized monster head slammed through the entire wooden wall, and it opened its mouth from the outside, grabbed Fils's thigh and pulled it outward, and its strong and advantageous jaws still clenched.

Yes......

Fils's thigh was bitten off alive. He only felt the world spinning, and screamed, but no sound came out. When he woke up again, the monster had just spat out one of his legs, and a pair of fiery eyes were glaring at him.

Fils didn't expect to become so vulnerable. He let out a sharp gasp, barely recognizing the monster in front of him as a mechanically constructed earth-walking dragon.

Where did this thing come from?

A thick chain-like tail twitched rapidly, and Fils flew more than ten meters away. He stumbled into a pile of unknown objects and fell in front of a broken water tank.

The cylinder broke, and the roaring water poured Fils through. He struggled to prop up half of his body, and suddenly felt the strength in his body fade.

Realizing that there was no chance of winning the battle, Auluel simply abandoned the believer and reclaimed all the power he had bestowed.

In the blink of an eye, Fils became a waste.

The mechanical dragon was slowly approaching, with a special saddle on the wide dragon's back, and a fully armored man sitting on it.

Needless to ask, Fils already knows who is coming? He shook his head, trying to say something. But the opponent didn't mean to lift the silence technique, and he didn't even give him a chance to say something cruel and leave his last words.

A Adamantite Shuttle shot at it, blasting Fils's head and ending the feud.

The slaughter in and around the manor's earthen courtyard came to an end. The last of the acolytes who followed Fils were killed.

Dressed in black, Mondino stepped out of the side of the Earthwalker, glanced at the oversized beast, and swung his staff to forcibly summon the soul that had just died.

Phils' soul was supposed to go to the Fury Heart, but Aurül gave up on him like garbage. The souls of him and his attendants were snatched from the corpses by necromancers to extract the last of their value.

Zhou Qingfeng sat on the back of the Earth Walking Dragon, and Arcie and other maids stood beside him. Several people glanced at the corpses on the ground, silently eliminated the traces, and quickly left.

The operation went far more smoothly than expected. Zhou Qingfeng's power has progressed rapidly, and Fils, who was once able to compete with him, has regressed significantly.

Even without Old Bank's assistance, the last patriarch of the Longlegs would be dead.

Zhou Qingfeng led the team to come quietly and left quietly. He didn't stay where he was and express his feelings, simplicity was his style.

Outside the manor, Powell had just escaped over the wall, panting and running to the stump where he had tied his horse, untied the reins, jumped on the horse's back, and continued to flee with a whip.

The rented inferior horses are probably not fed, they can't run after a few strokes, and they still pick up their hooves if they smoke too much.

Powell walked slowly on horseback, eager to get off and carry the beast away. His head was covered with sweat, and he looked back at the dark manor, and his heart fluttered with thoughts......

"Who is it? Who did this? ”