Old Barton, who had been sitting on the side and drinking alone, heard the words of the Viscount, picked up the huge axe that was placed aside, and strode like Raphael with a silver fighting spirit.

Behind him, at the door of the banquet hall, a man with a somewhat thin figure drew a thin sword and came to Raphael's side lightly, the tip of the thin sword swallowed a silver fighting light, like a poisonous snake to choose and devour people.

And at this time, the viscount paced, came to Raphael, and looked at him with a sneer.

The surrounding crowd, seeing that the situation was not good, had already left this place of right and wrong.

For a moment, a huge clearing was revealed in the place around Raphael, which was particularly eye-catching.

The young man's face was pale, and he looked at his uncle a little nervously, "Uncle, what should we do?"

Raphael didn't speak, staring at the viscount in front of him, and the two people on the side were okay to say, they were both strong men of the same level as him, and they were injured desperately, and it was still no problem to break through, but the viscount in front of him gave him great pressure.

After hesitating for a moment, Raphael glanced at the panicked young man, and said with a blushing face: "If Lord Viscount is not satisfied with my disposition, then the culprit who offended you will be at your disposal."

The young man looked at Raphael in disbelief, trembling and said, "Uncle, I am your own nephew."

"Shut up," Raphael snapped the young man's words, then turned his head and looked at the viscount expectantly.

When the aristocrats who were watching the excitement heard this, they were stunned at first, and then they were in an uproar.

"That's a silver powerhouse, just so low-spirited?" said the noble lady just now with a face full of disbelief.

"Stupid you, Lord Viscount is a person who can resist gold-level powerhouses head-on, if he doesn't accept relenting, he still came up with this door today"?

"Wow, Lord Viscount is so powerful", a wealthy merchant's daughter looked at the Viscount with starry eyes.

The Viscount's face was full of disdain, "It's all like this, you think I'll let you go"?

The Viscount, who was originally surprised by El's legendary talent, only recalled the disadvantages of the legendary talent after being reminded by Raphael, which is equivalent to waking up from a sweet dream and being splashed with a basin of cold water, how could he spare Raphael.

A strong silver fighting aura filled Raphael's whole body, and at the last moment, Raphael did not forget to struggle: "You dare to be against us, the temple will not let go of your Plantagenet family after knowing it!"

"Yes, yes, I'm a Temporal Knight, you can't do that to me." After hearing Raphael's reminder, the young man on the side said loudly, like a dying man grasping the last straw.

"Heh, you said that the temple would offend a person with legendary talent for the sake of an insignificant reserve knight"?

A thin layer of frost appeared on the ground around him after the viscount bloomed with his fighting spirit.

There is no suspense in the ending, under the gaze of the three silver powerhouses, Raphael, who is not good at flexibility, in the face of the Viscount and Old Patton, who are stronger than him in strength and skill, plus the swordsman who stared at him like a poisonous snake on the side, Raphael struggled for a long time, and finally ran out of fighting spirit and was chopped to death by Old Patton with an axe.

As for the poor young man, he was immediately affected by the aftermath of the battle and fell to the ground.

looked at the original thorn in the eye, the thorn in the flesh, and the family enemy who had been in his heart for a long time, just died in front of him.

The Lord of Rand City felt a sense of unreality in front of his eyes, and then he came to his senses, and the awe of the Plantagenet family in his heart was even higher, and he secretly decided to hold this thigh firmly.

The viscount wiped his hands, his body exuded a murderous intent, and he looked at the people in the hall coldly, and said:

"From now on, the territory of Golden Bird City will be blocked until the end of the winter Warcraft siege, if you have any questions, you can come out and tell me."

Witnessing a silver powerhouse who is usually high up, die here like this, many nobles were silent, and none of them dared to make a sound.

"Very good", looking at the crowd that no one answered, the viscount smiled with satisfaction. To the people of the temple sitting on the side, the viscount bowed and said: "For these two people who dare to fill the temple, I am sorry for my dereliction of duty, and in order to express my apology, I announce that I will donate 2,000 gold coins to make up for my dereliction."

The priest, who was originally a little dissatisfied, soothed his expression after hearing that the viscount donated two thousand gold coins, smiled and nodded, what could he do if the matter had come to this.

Then, under the complicated eyes of the nobles, the viscount hurriedly announced the end of the banquet, and at the same time motioned to Old Patton, Al and the city lord of Rand to follow him and leave.

......

Sitting in the large study, the Viscount, Old Patton, and the silver swordsman named Vane looked at El like monsters, and the Lord of Rand and Teacher Winnie settled down first.

Looking at the eyes of the three of them, Al touched his nose a little unnaturally and said, "What's the matter, why do you all look at me like this?"

"Ahh "Why don't you have someone as mighty as me? God, you are so unfair!"

......

Viscount Will looked at his son and didn't speak, usually hoping that he would be talented, but if he was so good, he didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse.

"Hey," the viscount sighed involuntarily, thinking for the first time that he might be old.

After taking a sip of water, he said to Old Barton and Vane: "The city of the River must be in our hands, and the Bait family, to which Raphael belongs, must be destroyed."

The Bait family, which no longer has a silver powerhouse in charge, is the meat on a felt board, and with the cooperation of the lord of the Rand city, for the Bait family, it is not far from death. Looking at the Viscount and the three of them discussing how to reduce the loss and take the El of the River City, he thought faintly.

I don't know how long it took, but Al couldn't help but yawn when he finally decided on the plan to send troops, the military operation, and the deployment of the viscount.

"Then, let's act according to the plan, and after a while, you will discuss with the Lord of Rand City, and go out as soon as possible, and strive not to leave a single living mouth."

"Understood," Barton and Vane nodded.

"So be it," the Viscount waved his hand, and Barton and Vane glanced at Al and left the room playfully.

"Al, when this Warcraft siege is over, you can make a ship from the ocean and leave."

"Ah, where?" said Al, confused.

"The disadvantage of having a legendary talent, I think you also know, at most, I will block your news until the end of the Warcraft siege, and I will not be able to do it for a long time. The viscount said with some weakness.

"Hey", Al sighed a little helplessly, he didn't expect that his talent was too good, but in the final analysis, his strength was too weak, and he couldn't even control his own fate.

"When the Monster siege is over, you can follow Winnie to the Northlands. ”

In the land of the extreme north, the Frost Forest, there are many cultivation resources and materials, and quite a lot of mage organizations have gathered and taken root there.

"When you get there, stay incognito, don't be strong, be lucky, find a big force to protect you, and you will be safe", the viscount advised.

Al opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, staying here is death, and he has to go to the far north to survive.

"I know", Al agreed a little helplessly, thinking that he was from such a good background and should be able to live a stable life, but he didn't expect to have to wander around bumpy.

The Viscount patted Al on the shoulder and comforted, "When you become a legendary powerhouse, my father and I will also be proud of you, and the Plantagenet family will rise here because of you."

"Go ahead, study hard with your Winnie teacher lately, and tell little Freeman what you need directly", the viscount reassured.

"Well, I'm going back." After speaking to the Viscount, Al opened the door and headed for his bedroom.

Walking downstairs, looking at the dark sky, black clouds, and windy night, Al thought faintly:

"The storm is coming".

.........