"What's that?" With the sound of talking and dense footsteps, a dozen people walked down the street behind Viscount Bosis.

But it was some nobles who had just attended the banquet, including the commander of the "Fire" Corps, Rovsted, and it was he who was questioning.

Watching the white light flickering and flying at an extremely fast speed, rhythmically appearing in the field of vision and then falling again, he couldn't help but change his face slightly as he calculated the size and speed of this thing in his mind.

Viscount Bosis did not speak, his eyes fixed on the ball of light, watching it get closer and clearer.

Slowly, everyone vaguely saw that it was a large humanoid thing, only afraid that it was thirty or forty meters high, and the light emanated from all around it, as if there were bright lights hanging on it, and it was too far away just now to think it was a big light cluster.

Viscount Bosis let out a low groan: "It's over! ”

Rofsde looked at him suspiciously: "What's the end?" ”

Viscount Bosis did not answer, but said again: "It's over, this time it's really over!" ”

Rofstead frowned secretly and said in a deep voice, "What the hell is going on?" ”

Viscount Bosis finally turned his head this time, and said with a pale face: "That's the servant of Master Faro's teacher, the Storm Puppet!" He must have known that something had happened to Master Faro. ”

The Storm Puppet's fierce name, Rovsted, was also thunderous, and his face immediately turned white, and he smiled forcibly: "Even the archmage has to be reasonable, and we didn't kill Master Faro." ”

Reasonable? The kind of high-ranking and powerful people care about little people like them?

Viscount Bosis turned grim: "I hope so." ”

As they spoke, they were interrupted by a loud bang, and a faint scream came from there, it was the city wall that had been hit by a storm golem.

Then, one after another, each one stomped on their hearts, and at last they saw a shining metal giant thirty or forty meters tall leaping towards the sound that shook the streets.

Its last jump landed on the street not far in front of them, dusty and debris splashed, and the huge figure made them all secretly take a breath, and not far away, the group of people who were fighting also stopped and looked at it in horror.

It had no eyes on its head and face, and on its face made of bronze metal, only dense runes flickered and dimmed, and all the hairs on its body stood up.

Rofsd turned his head to look at his lieutenant, who hesitated before walking in fear towards the Storm Golem.

He came up to the storm golem, put on a smile on his face, and bent down respectfully: "Honorable ......"

A giant metal hand bigger than the others pressed down, and he couldn't scream too late, and was directly pressed into the ground.

The Storm Golem withdrew its hand, leaving a deep pit of black holes.

"Let's go!" Rofsted pulled Viscount Bosis, who hadn't reacted yet, and ran back.

His combat experience saved his life, and before they ran away, the Storm Golem strode forward, its huge arms sweeping across with a huge wind, and the house was in ruins with a crackling sound, with a few shrill screams in between.

The Storm Golem didn't chase anymore, but paused on its feet, jumped a dozen or twenty meters in reflexivity, and smashed into the crowd of Domsh with a sharp roar.

Fortunately, most of the soldiers here are good, and in the midst of an exclamation, they suddenly scattered, and those with short legs were unlucky, and they were directly crushed into meat patties.

Viscount Bosis has been dragged by Roves and ran two or three hundred meters away.

When Rovsted slowed down, he quickly broke free and roared at the storm golem, "Honorable Archmage, please calm your anger!" ”

He was answered by a loud rumbling bang and the cries of countless people, each of which made his heart twitch.

He took a breath and continued to shout, "Respected Arch-Master, please stop, we will definitely give you appropriate compensation......"

Half of the building roared, and with a thud it knocked down a house not far from them, and several pieces of rubble splashed on his face, stinging.

His whole body trembled, and he quickly shrunk his neck and stepped back, not daring to say any more.

After taking two steps, he turned to Rovsted again with a pleading face: "Captain ...... Corps"

Rofsde understood what he meant, and quickly shook his head: "Are you kidding?" It was a storm puppet, and the 'Fire' regiment didn't kill a few more when they were all pulled up. ”

At this time, they heard the voices of people behind them, and when they turned their heads, it was some nobles who had just participated in the banquet who were striding over.

Most of them were young people with great curiosity, and when they heard such a big movement outside, they ran over to see what was going on.

The young nobleman at the front of them ran and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Borafaka is finished!" Someone whispered back.