The other soldiers and officers in the main hall were also divided into two distinct factions when they lost their minds for a short time.

On one side was the follower Marcus Jonathan, thousands of royal guards who poured into the main hall, and on the other hand, dozens of elite soldiers guarding the entrances of the three passages, the two groups of people invariably drew their long swords, and the sound of pong~ was endless.

Perhaps because of this series of sword draws, the Grand Duke, who was in anger in his heart, was slightly distracted, and did not immediately take the offensive, but looked at Marcus Jonathan with a gloomy face and said, "Do you know what you're doing?!"

"Of course, Your Excellency the Grand Duke. Marcus Jonathan's spirit was highly tense, but he immediately responded to the Grand Duke's questioning: "I just ask you to give Wendthor a chance, and then we will do whatever you want, and it will not hinder your relationship with the Countess." ”

Maybe it's because of Marcus Jonathan, and Windsall's special status, or maybe because Marcus punctured his love for Catlana Presto, a trace of embarrassment appeared on Berval Vortagan's face, and finally he didn't attack.

However, Marcus Jonathan did not dare to relax, still paying close attention to the Grand Duke, and retreated a few steps backwards to confront.

The strong man who has reached the step of Boval Vortagen is only a little short of entering the fifteenth rank, and it seems that the gap between Marcus Jonathan and the Grand Duke is only one big stage, but the actual combat effectiveness is very different.

According to Marcus Jonathan's own estimates, if Bolvar really got angry and attacked. He only had the certainty of holding on for less than two minutes under the opponent's attack, and if he wanted to hold on more, he could only rely on luck.

If it is said that the super-level powerhouse is already an existence that looks down on mortals, then the fifteenth-order powerhouse is a high-level creature that has climbed the giant peak, and the difference between them can only be shown in the face of the pseudo-super-level.

Even after reaching the strength of the thirteenth-order upper rank, General Marcus Jonathan was still extremely cautious.

Since the regent Boval-Vortagen did not take any action, the elite soldiers inside the hall naturally had no reason to attack. The two sides of the people confronted each other so nervously.

With the procrastination time of an old friend. Protected by Windsor, he was finally able to confront Catlana Presto directly, and according to the dragon magic on the wooden board, he recited the spell that he had practiced countless times.

"Ahh There are some unsteady stands. His face turned pale and pale. Trembling, he looked at the Grand Duke: "Lord Boval, how is he?"

You must know that Katrana Presto does not have too strong strength. Judging from everyone's perception of her, the countess is just a fourth-order lower arcane mage, and it is reasonable to show such an attitude.

Seeing Catlana Presto's gaze, Boval Vortagan looked angry, but he still did not move, and looked back deeply at the countess, with trust and indelible worry in his eyes.

Trust naturally believes that Katrana Presto will definitely not be the black dragon who infiltrated Stormwind, and the worry is that he is afraid that Wendsol's prophecy will come true, and his sincerity will become a plaything played by the dragons in applause.

The countess, who did not receive a response, was very helpless in the face of Wendthall's dragon magic, and after trembling for a while, she finally could no longer stand due to exhaustion, and sat down on the ground, and even scratched the jade-like skin of her right arm a little.

Seeing such a delicate beauty injured, not only Berval Vortagen, but even the soldiers and officers who followed Marcus Jonathan felt a little unbearable in their hearts and secretly regretted it.

And after a long chanting, Windsor finally finished the lengthy dragon magic spell, and the rotten wooden plank in his hand trembled, and suddenly burned out of thin air into a large puff of green smoke, and then came towards the countess.

"Ahh

For a while, the entire main hall could be heard, and hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at the countess without blinking, waiting for the change that "should" happen in the prophecy, and even Windsor watched intently.

One second, two seconds, one minute, two minutes

It wasn't until almost five minutes later, when many people's eyes were dry and tears flowed unconsciously, that the unconscious Katrana Presto was shocked, slowly opened her eyes, and sat up from her lying state.

"Ahh

This completely unexpected phenomenon shocked Wendsol on the spot, and he hung his head and kept whispering, so that Yang Long, who was standing beside him, could hear clearly: "Impossible!

Obviously, this kind of ending beyond control has made Wendsol's mind close to collapse, and through his perception, Yang Long can clearly perceive how bad this "madman" marshal's mental state is at the moment.

However, compared to Wendthor's attitude, there was another person who seemed more violent, and it was the Grand Duke who had been watching quietly.

"Wendsol, you madman!" After a brief moment of stunned, Boval Vortagan came to his senses, his gaze swept over the desolate Catlana Presto, and he immediately attacked in a fit of rage.

Bang -

Marcus Jonathan, who was close to melee, bore the brunt of the attack, and seeing that Wendsol's prophecy did not take effect, the old general was already in a state of distraction, and was slapped hard by the Grand Duke's shield, and the whole person was immediately hit hard.

"Poof!" Marcus Jonathan, who was almost smashed by a blow to half of his body, spurted out a mouthful of blood while he was still in the air, and the whole person flew upside down thirty or forty meters away, and after hitting and knocking over twenty or thirty people, he was put on the wall of the main hall and fell to the ground softly.

The soldiers and officers who witnessed all this found that the expected black dragon did not appear, and Marcus Jonathan was hit hard by another blow, where was there still the courage to stop it, and hurriedly retreated one after another, giving way between the Grand Duke and Wendthall.

"Impossible, impossible! How could this be!" Windsor was completely distracted by everything that did not conform to the prophecy in front of him, and he did not even notice that he was rushing towards him, and his heart was about to vent his fury.

And it took a few seconds to rush to Boward Vortagen, who was not far from Wendsor, and when he saw his crazy appearance, the anger in his heart erupted uncontrollably, and he raised the long sword in his hand and prepared to slash down.

However, just before Wendthor was about to be killed, a scene happened that no one in the main hall expected.

Phew――

A cyan mist with a faint yellowish-white color snaked upwards like a living being, and in less than a second, it shot out from Wendsol's side, swept a distance of fifty or sixty meters, and sank into the chest of the countess, who was weeping.

"Ahh

This abrupt attack made everyone in the entire hall stunned again, and focused their eyes on Wendsol's side, and remained silent, like Yang Long who was a spectator.

"Looks like you can't be trusted! Yang Long, who was watched by hundreds of eyes, quietly perceived for a moment, then showed a triumphant smile on his face, shrugged his shoulders and sighed sarcastically.

However, before the sluggish Wendsol could speak, the Grand Duke, whose face was full of shock, had already come back to his senses first, focusing his attention on Yang Long's body, and the long sword in his hand was raised, and he immediately slashed down from the air: "Destruction!"

(To be continued......)