The Wilson family is always keeping an eye on the Predator's residence. Not only is he careful of the revenge of the Oreters, but he is also keeping an eye on the three famous young magicians of the Oret family's generation.

Having the opportunity to swap them out for ordinary family members is a bargain.

As a member of the Oret clan, the Sons of Magic and the Dragon-Vein Warlock have been assassinated and conspired by rival families since childhood, more than the heirs whose future is uncertain.

When Al flew out of the dilapidated yard unabashedly, the Wilson spies immediately sent the news back.

Actually, there is no need to pass it on.

The entire inhabitants of Fury Wind, the nobles, the merchants, the travelers, the guards, saw it.

In the sky of Fury Wind City, there was a glittering golden knight with three rounds of blood-red magic circles floating behind him.

In a short period of time, the image of the golden knight of the savior of Fury Wind City has already spread throughout the city, and even spread to the next town with the merchants.

With the power of one person, summon an army to fight against the terrifying undead like mountains and seas, and lead heroic subordinates to fight against the evil orc shaman.

This is a heroic deed that no one can hide.

Because of the brilliant Iron Giant's spells and the spirit of the ancestors who summoned the mighty Megatron, and because of his age, even the reputation of the court mage was lower than him in Fury Wind City.

Seeing him at this moment, the respect for the mystical mage and the savior, the heartfelt cheers and screams, welcome his appearance.

Al was in the sky, looking down on the entire city of Fury Wind, and for the first time felt tens of thousands of people have their eyes on him.

He practiced mind spells, and from these fanatical gazes, he could feel the fiery worship contained within.

His bodyguards, his knights, his servants, and men in furious armor pursued him from the garrison and followed him closely.

Every shout in the city, every enthusiasm for the heroes, they all feel the same and blood is surging.

This is their Highness, their Highness of Orette.

Every share of the glory of His Highness belongs to them.

At this moment, they want to wash away the humiliation and offer another honor to their dead people, for their highness, and for their family.

Wilson's legion set up early, and the clansmen who assisted the defenders of the city and the clansmen who went out on a mission immediately rushed back from all directions.

The commander of the Wilson family looked disdainfully at the thirty or so iron-blooded guards outside the door.

"Hart, what do you want to do with just the thirty or so of you plus three tenth-level mages? We are the Imperial Legion, and if we do it to us, we will kill us first and then report to His Majesty the Emperor, and you will also die in vain. ”

"Your family will still be in big trouble for this, so let's take your warriors home and bury them properly. ”

Speaking of his dead comrades, Hart stood on his horse coldly and did not reply.

Thirty or so men against a regiment of the Wilsons did look very stupid. Not to mention that the other party has a special restraint mage, and it has formed a hundred-person bow and arrow brigade, just to say that there are two chief and deputy commanders of the fourteenth level. The high-end force is enough to drag the strongest Hart and complete the encirclement and suppression of the others.

But knowing that he will die, there are some things that must be done.

If the revenge of the same clan and the revenge of comrades-in-arms are not avenged, how can you sleep peacefully at night?

If the humiliation is not cleaned, how can the family be right?

Oret's reputation is tarnished in their hands, how can they have the face to go back?

Al was in the air, watching the hundred-man brigade and half of the accompanying mages who were bending their bows to him floating in the air and staring at him. The remaining 300-strong brigade can charge his iron-blooded guards at any time.

"Albenstock, you have bad intentions and hostile intentions. In the name of the Commander of the Imperial Wind Legion, I order you to eliminate the flying spell immediately, dissolve the magic and accept control. Order your men to dismount and be inspected by our regiment!"

"Otherwise, I will kill you on the spot in the name of threatening the safety of the Empire! His Majesty the Emperor will not tolerate your Iron Blood Clan's crimes and threats to the Imperial Legion!"

The Commander's voice reached the sky with magic.

The warriors of the Iron Blood Family clenched their fists, and they had already put life and death aside when they came here.

However, the Eagle Royal Family is afraid that the four families know it, and their momentary will attack the Imperial Legion, will it bring trouble to the family?

They silently inwardly inquired expectantly.

Your Highness, what are you going to do? Do you want to avenge your people at all costs, or do you endure this humiliation and report it again in the future?

Al who flew in the sky, Al who was in the limelight, and Al who was entrusted with trust and faith by the family warriors, suddenly felt a sense of belonging to the family responsibility.

He never forgot that he was not from this world, lonely and out of place in this world.

He flew here directly because he had the ability to teach these Wilson people an unforgettable lesson and give an account to his subordinates.

And when they threatened him with his family, he felt angry, and he found that he unconsciously identified with the identity of His Highness Auret.

He is the heir of the honorable Orette, and at this moment represents a family.

He wants to get justice for the family warriors who died in the conspiracy, and he wants to preserve the honor of the family that sheltered him for thousands of years.

He withdrew the shadows that were ready to curse these mortals, the poisonous golden serpents that were ready to burrow from the shadows around them.

A piece of dirt that suddenly appeared in his hand turned it into a finger with a spell in front of everyone's eyes, and threw it from the sky to Wilson's legion at will.

The rough fingers, before they hit the ground, were shot to pieces by a sharp arrow.

"You have stolen the remnants of your bloodline and colluded with the orcs. Lay down your arms and get bound on your knees. ”

Al spoke with a blank expression.

The commander laughed angrily.

"Who do you expect to believe this kind of shoddy planting?"

Al continued to fly high into the sky, his voice cold and unforgiving.

"I don't need anyone to believe it, it's just an excuse to kill you. ”

The commander waved his hand coldly.

"Well, I can use this excuse as well. Kill them!

Half a team of six Wilson mages quickly distanced themselves to avoid the bows and arrows below, while three blessed their companions and themselves with protective spells, and the other three started to disarm one spell after another. Tried to knock Al out of the air.

Flocks of red-eyed crows flew out from behind Al and rushed towards the magical aura, negating the spells.

The individual crows hidden in them approached them, revealing a magic bomb made from a crystal fruit tainted with demonic breath.

"The magic is smashing. ”

The filthy magic and the violent impact suddenly disrupted their formation. Evil devil whispers appear in their ears, luring these mages to fall with mystical powers.

Al stood in the sky, and the golden armor came out, controlled by Durrey in front of him.

Two golden arms formed a mechanical track, a furious electric light sizzled on both arms, and a specially made metal ball spun wildly at the end of the track.

Aim at the six Wilson mages who are scrambled by the impact of the magic and seduced by the devil in a sluggish manner.

"Electromagnetic conversion!

An electromagnetic cannon that uses magnetic energy to kinetic accelerate a metal ball.

Flesh and blood, how to resist?

Commander Wilson's eyes were split, and he looked at the two rank 10 family mages who had been disarmed, and in an instant, a cloud of blood mist exploded in front of and behind his body in the air.

Like a dead chicken, it falls weakly from the sky.