"What should we do?

Siga took Sancho's hand and asked eagerly. Having just been rescued from being surrounded by soldiers, Signa's face and clothes were covered in blood.

Sijia can be said to be a gentleman, but this gentleman grew up in a greenhouse, and was cared for by the old king and Princess Anna.

Tonight, Sijia saw the cruelty that he had never seen before, he looked nervous, his hands trembled, he had no idea, and his mouth was just muttering: "Leso is crazy, he is crazy, he dares to rebel......"

Seeing his fine clothes stained with blood, Sancho instinctively displeased. Sancho had a slight habit of cleanliness, endured his nausea, looked at Siga, held his bloodstained hand, and said kindly: "Your Royal Highness, rest assured, this rebellious guy Leso will not be proud for long. Garcia also has a large number of troops loyal to the king, far outnumbering the Thunder Lion Legion. As long as these righteous people learn of Reso's great rebellion, it will not be long before they will come to King Qin, and then His Royal Highness the Prince will inherit the throne smoothly. ”

Listening to Sancho's reassurance, Sijia's heart slowly calmed down, and although his face still revealed a look of horror, his body was not so trembling as before.

"Take the Seventh Prince down and have a good rest. ”

Sancho winked at the maid beside him, and the beautiful woman took Siga's hand and quickly took her down.

"Your Highness, what should we do?"

The room was empty, and a dark figure appeared in front of Sancho and asked.

"Resso suddenly staged a coup d'état, and the entire royal capital was thrown into chaos. As long as we use Signia as a bargaining chip, we can easily gather a large number of troops. If he wins, we can make him the new king. If we fail, we will withdraw Garcia and gather Navarre's forces locally, and then the whole of Navarre will be thrown into chaos. Either way, it doesn't hurt us. ”

"Great idea!"

A compliment, but Sancho's brow furrowed to the extreme. The voice was neither from him nor from the men in front of him.

The black air was like mist, slowly diffusing through the room. In the thick black mist, a figure gradually became clear.

This is the owner of that voice, and it also makes Sancho feel like a great enemy at this moment.

"Necromancy?"

Sancho is proficient in the dark arts, and he also knows a thing or two about the necromancy of the side branches of the dark arts.

"Good eyesight!"

"Who is Your Excellency?"

"Haven't you been looking for me?"

Sancho squinted, the figure hidden in the black mist, unrecognizable. Suddenly, Sancho's brows furrowed, and his heart suddenly brightened. "You are the person behind the Golden Harvest Chamber of Commerce!"

Sancho never imagined that the answer he had been looking for would appear in front of him like this. Thinking of Reso's sudden coup d'état, Sancho felt as if he had been caught up in a great conspiracy.

"I have never understood that as the king of the dark world, His Highness Sancho has huge resources at his disposal. Casinos, brothels, arms dealings, and even red salt smuggling throughout the South's underground are in your hands. But why, for the sake of Garcia's petty profit, do you want to fight with me?"

"Is it a small profit?" said Sancho smirked. As if to make a footnote to this laughter, the black shadow that had been hovering beside Sancho suddenly became difficult, and his body flashed rapidly, and he held a sharp blade and came towards Will.

"Legendary Assassin?"

The blades meet and create dazzling sparks. Before the black shadow approached the black mist, it was blocked. Then, more than a dozen figures appeared one after another.

Twin Jack was guarding Will's side, surrounded by a crowd of assassins, with no extra movement except for the mechanical swing of his upper limbs.

"Garcia's business is indeed a small profit, but a force that can control the elves should not be underestimated. As a human, I don't know how you manage to keep an elf under control, but I'll tell you, an elven slave is worth enough to drive any adventurer crazy. And the value of a group of elves is enough for a country to wage war. ”

"Is it really for the elves?" Will said with a smile on his lips.

"Tell me where the elven stronghold is, and we'll be safe from now on. Otherwise...," Sancho's face was cold and murderous.

"Ha! The king of the dark world is indeed a little difficult to mess with. But do you know what those mouth-watering elves are doing at the moment?"

A middle-aged man with a big belly rushed into the house in a hurry, looked at the scene in front of him, stunned, but quickly regained his composure. He walked up to Sancho and whispered a few words in his ear.

"What did you say!"

Sancho was furious, he looked at Will and asked, "You did it?"

"Who else could there be?" Will spread his hands, worried about his opponent's IQ.

"Kill him!"

More than a dozen black shadows swarmed up, all of them the elite of the Brotherhood, following Sancho's side, one to protect, the other to facilitate things. At this moment, the murderous aura on their bodies was all aimed at Will.

Will didn't move, and he didn't need to. A loud roar rang out, and a cloudy green flame sliced through the sky, knocking Sancho's roof over.

In an instant, the figures surrounding Will were all turned to ashes in the turbid green flames.

The cold wind blew through the broken roof, and in the darkness of the night, a two-headed monster flapped its wings, its huge pupils glowing with ferocity.

Affected by the flames, Sancho's body became embarrassed. He looked at Will and said angrily, "You madman, you actually brought the Chimera into the capital of the human race! You know, what are you doing? You are breaking the bottom line of all human beings!"

"You know, I am a person with a sense of justice and fairness!" Will spread his hands and said disdainfully, "You can lead people to rush into the strongholds of other elves, burn and loot." Why can't people take the Chimera and burn down your house!"

“......！”

After a long silence, Sancho finally held back a sentence indignantly. "You bastard!"

"Elves are valuable. But to you, they are nothing more than beautiful playthings, objects of abuse. And now, this group of playthings in your heart is ambushing Garcia at the intersection of various roads, intercepting and killing the messengers you sent to deliver the letter one by one. The palace is already under the control of the Thunder Lion Legion, all the members of the Spark family have also been controlled by Rayso, and the Siga in your hands has no due value at the moment. ”

Looking at Sancho, whose face was pale, Will said slowly: "Young man, you don't understand the preciousness of life at all!"