There were also others next to him who stopped the peripheral mercenaries who wanted to take revenge immediately, and said, "I also got the news that the warriors of the Desert Wind Military Camp have begun to rush to the inner city of Sarn to help protect Griff. We must also rush over to help, if you find a target, it's best not to do it first, keep an eye on it, and don't let him ventilate the news. If the person is not there, then don't act rashly, do a good ambush, and wait for him to come back and be tortured and tortured. Now the big picture counts!"

The leader of the warriors and the wizards under the duke all left in a hurry, leaving the leader of the mercenaries who gritted his teeth and a few of his subordinates exchanged evil voices and whispered: "Bah! That person must have played a trick and succeeded in sneaking attack! Or he used a spell prop to restrain the shadow arts! Otherwise, even my brother, the shadow hand warrior, would not be able to escape." “

Another then suggested: "You can't count on official-minded outsiders for revenge, they just use them as cannon fodder for money." We summoned the mercenaries who controlled the outer part of the western district, first caught him and tortured him severely, and then slowly tortured him to death to avenge our own people!"

......

The wind swept the dust of the camp grounds, and it was flying.

The turbulent sky always corresponds to those mediocre beings on the ground.

Darker hurried out of the heavily guarded barracks on the outskirts of the city, looked up at the sky, and prepared to turn on his horse and take a group of men to the city of Sarn.

Because he had just received the order: because Clement had secretly returned early! The Supreme Wizard Griff ordered all the wizards to assemble at once to meet the promising "son", saying that something important was to be announced.

Dusk was a little resentful, he had been with Griff for almost 30 years, although he also had a personal trust.

The city of Sarn, under the control of the Eastern Storm Corporation, has always only looked down on wizards from orthodox backgrounds, and a demon warrior like him who has become a monk can only be relegated to a second-class seat and cannot become a member of the council.

The world is about origin.

Restrictions such as nobility, powerful bloodlines, and spellcaster talents are like iron hoops, helping people's hands and feet, so that they are not born to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

He sneered slightly, and was about to mount his military horse, when he suddenly saw a deputy hurrying over, leaning in front of him to tell him a letter with a spell mark and handing it to him, and whispered: "This morning, someone put this letter and a note at the door of our martial arts hall in the city, and the note said that this is a secret letter that the Cartel Federation wants to hand over to the Supreme Wizard! ”

After Dusk waved back left and right, he frowned and thought, "Cartel Federation!?"

This word made him a little suspicious, if it was the name of another organization or person, he might think that it was some idiot who wanted to reach the heavens—a whimsical way of overstepping the ranks.

But Darksker Trigf has secretly dealt with a lot of shady things.

This also includes secretly escorting the envoys of the Cartel Federation several times, and even the other party has been masked during the process, so he knows very well that this matter is absolutely confidential, and usually the Supreme Wizard only talks and interacts with each other alone.

But perhaps a few people in the upper echelons of the council will know about it.

If this letter was to be delivered by someone, it would have been quicker to find the wizards of the council in the city, rather than passing it on to him who had been stationed in the barracks outside the city for many years.

Unless~

The other party thinks that there are many wizards and ghosts in our upper echelons, so even the transmission of information with personnel and communication stones may be intercepted, so it is impossible to transmit the message through spells at all.

If he can dig out some inner demons from the wizarding council this time, it will make Lord Griff understand that he Darker is the most trustworthy subordinate, which is enough to bring him closer to the pinnacle of power in the future.

Dusk carefully identified every trace of the spell mark on it, and finally confirmed that it was the spell mark of the Cartel Federation, and that the spell mark on it was complete, indicating that the letter had never been opened.

Then he tore open the seal and read it roughly at a glance of ten lines.

The wrinkled face of this ambitious soldier immediately showed irrepressible ecstasy, and sure enough, it was right!

My chance to go one step further has finally arrived! You sanctimonious and high-ranking wizards are about to be relegated to the mud by the supreme wizards, even if it is not sure who is against the water, as long as you strip yourself and search closely with prophecy spells, you will definitely find out enough "inner ghosts".

Thinking of this, Dusk retracted his smile.

He carefully folded the letter in half, put it in the inner pocket lined in his arms, and immediately quickly mounted his horse again, and suddenly added: "By the way, you immediately control the few people who know about this matter, and do not allow anyone to leak the slightest bit of information, and I will rush to the city to meet Lord Griff at once." ”

The deputy hurriedly nodded and said, "I understand, I'll do it right away." Promise you won't get any news out until you come back!"

Dusk stepped into the saddle and set off, inadvertently looking at the sky again.

But he thought in his mind: Before the great rise and fall of the old dynasty, there were many turbulent things, but there were only a few heroes, and it was up to the present dynasty.

Let's go!

Drive!~

The sound of hooves was like thunder, and the horses neighed.

After a burst of loess flying, dozens of majestic knights have galloped towards the towering gate of Sarn.

Not far behind them, more heavily armed warriors on foot followed and carried smoke and dust along the way.

At the conference center in Sarn City, Griff, the supreme wizard in a magnificent black and red robe, arrived surrounded by everyone, and a group of pedestrians walked into the conference hall in an orderly manner on either side of him.

He was ready to meet the incoming Clement here, and then walk up to the terrace to face the square to be watched and cheered by the many wizards and apprentices.

He stepped into the tall and wide marble hall, where heavy runestone platforms were placed on the thick columns on both sides and under the huge arches above his head, burning with the purest mana flame, emitting a strong and mysterious magical aura, showing the special power and pride of the wizarding class.

Although it is a meeting hall, it is arranged as clearly as the Qianqing Palace, and the golden throne of Griff, the speaker, is facing the main entrance, on a fan-shaped platform with 10 steps, and the lavish decoration on the throne is no different from the emperor's actions, and even more brilliant.

For some reason, these ornaments, which usually seem prosaic, are now full of sacred meaning in Griff's eyes.