Chapter Seventy-Six: A Precursor to the Storm

In the depths of a palace somewhere in Byzantine Yanjing, the dim lights were as dark as ghosts compared to the brilliant lights of other places, and the naked round and plump bodies of dozens of delicate dancing girls writhed like snakes, revealing a strange beauty.

On the wide chair in the hall, a middle-aged man in gorgeous costumes picked up a glass of wine from a finely carved golden wine cup from the hand of the half-body ** maid, took a sip without taste, and waved away the dancing girl who was dancing in a daze.

He replied, "Your Excellency Eltris, what is the current health of His Majesty the Emperor, can you survive the Burning Festival?"

On the side of his chair inlaid with countless treasures, in a corner of the palace, there seemed to be a black mist slowly wriggling, and under the dim light, it was extremely eerie. A figure slowly stood up from the black mist.

The black shadow's whole body was shrouded in an extremely wide black robe, and a strange smile like a night owl came out from the black robe: "Your Highness, we can't make a mistake now, your younger brothers are not fuel-efficient lamps! The key is that there are no variables, everything is under our control!"

"That's why we want to test that young man?" The eldest prince frowned and said, "It's just a country boy, just kill him directly! It's ridiculous that the father still has to use the power of such a young man to deal with us princes!"

The black shadow named Eritres laughed and said, "Your Royal Highness, if you kill this country boy, will it immediately arouse Your Majesty's vigilance? Also, do you believe that a summoning eighth-level magician who is only sixteen years old would cultivate by himself? There must be a powerful magician behind him, even a saint-rank magician? Do you want to provoke such a powerful enemy?"

"Variables, we have to eliminate all possible variables now, even if we can't eliminate them, we have tried our best to control them!" "Well, someone is coming, Your Highness, you can summon me at any time......" The figure gradually turned into a black mist, and before he dissipated, the black mist suddenly rolled up a half-naked maid beside His Highness.

The maid aged rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, her black hair quickly turned white, and her round and white skin was like a rough dove's skin after two breaths, and the flesh and blood quickly dried up, and when the black mist dissipated, the beautiful woman who was still like a flower just now had turned into a dried corpse, and fell down the stairs with a bang, turning into a pile of dust.

"Quack, this blood food is much more delicious than last time, it's a virgin, hahaha......" The piercing voice gradually dissipated!

The eldest prince frowned, a ninth-level necromancer! This is a trump card in his hand, a ninth-level necromancer is too powerful, so powerful that even the Holy Rank is jealous, so the necromancer, especially the high-level necromancer, is the public enemy of this world! Not only the secular kingdom, but even the mage's guild, the Temple of Light, and even the temples of other religions all regard the necromancer as a heretic and are included in the list of must-kill.

In fact, they are even more evil than wizards, and the necromancer's ultimate forbidden spell, the "Scourge of the Dead", can destroy a city with a population of hundreds of thousands in just one night......

As soon as the palace door moved, two black-clothed men quickly appeared, bowed down and saluted the eldest prince, "Your Highness, the task is complete." ”

"Well, Alex, my future Flame Sword Master, and the Mertus Archer, you are about to be promoted to the eighth level archer, I am asking Master Coca to make a bow fighter, a five-grade electric bow, I think you will like it, hehe......" The eldest prince Gege smiled, and his handsome rectangular face showed an imperceptible femininity.

"Thank you, Your Highness......" The archer showed a hint of joy, the five-grade electric crossbow was exactly what he needed, if there was such a fighting weapon in hand, it was not impossible to challenge the eighth-level fighter by leapfrogging!

"Tell me, what is your impression of that kid?" the eldest prince said slowly, listening to the necromancer, his chief strategist, he couldn't help but pay more attention to this country bun that suddenly appeared.

"My lord, that kid is not to be feared, I don't feel strong magic fluctuations in him, his body is more like a low-level warrior than a magician!" Alex Swordsman replied quickly.

The extremely powerful archer Mortus continued: "Most of the guards around him are the blood guards of the Lilac family, it seems that this country should have a deep relationship with the Lilac family! In addition, there is a very powerful Lionface under his hand, well, it seems to be a hybrid between orcs and humans! But the overall strength is not strong, Lord Alex hit him hard with a sword!"

The eldest prince pondered, why didn't this kid who had gone on shit luck summon his strange beast......?

Lear, however, hurried back to his hotel like a lost dog, and settled Russell and the wounded Blood Guard, and Duke rushed to hear the news, and immediately shouted: "Who? Who wounded our Blood Guards, the dignity of the 'Iron Legion' will never allow ...... to be challenged."

Lear said depressedly: "It's the Great Prince's person, what's the matter? Do you want to kill the Great Prince's Mansion and duel with him?"

Duke shrank his neck, the eldest prince is known as one of the most powerful princes in the empire, and one of the future emperor candidates, to provoke the eldest prince? Duke didn't have the courage to do so, but his face immediately became gloomy, and said, "My lord, I want to return to our family master immediately and assassinate the blood guard, this is not a trivial matter......

Lear nodded, if he and his men were hurt so much and didn't say anything, then it would be too cowardly! And Lear is not a person who can knock out his teeth and swallow his stomach!

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the door. Phil walked in quickly and said, "My lord, His Majesty the Emperor has sent a messenger to deliver a message, and tomorrow he will summon you to the palace for an audience!"

Lear smiled bitterly and said, "What a coincidence, my injuries are not healed yet!" Although there was a substitute puppet to share the damage, the arrow still pierced his shoulder! Lear scolded in his heart, his son injured Lao Tzu, and this old emperor summoned him when he was seriously injured, didn't he deliberately play with people!

Suddenly, he said coldly: "Let the messenger play back to Your Majesty, just say that I am seriously injured now and cannot meet Your Majesty!"

If you want to make trouble, ask for a surname to make a big fuss!

A new nobleman refuses to meet His Majesty the Emperor! This will soon be another big news for Yanjing!