A group of people in red uniforms and golden shawls surrounded them as if they were teleporting.

They were all dressed up in the same way as the sorceress they had encountered on Nemesis Street.

In other words, these people are all official shamans, successful in the study of witchcraft in the Sunrise Kingdom.

After surrounding, they didn't have any intention of communicating at all, they directly picked up the standard witchcraft short sword, collectively chanted a spell to perform witchcraft, and the blazing sword qi slashed out one by one, attacking the three of them from all directions.

The sand dunes repeated their old tricks, and the durian surrounded the three of them, even if it changed from bullets to witchcraft sword energy, it still couldn't break through the durian's hard skin.

Then the durian thorn loosened, and this time it didn't wait much, and directly launched it against the opponent's fire.

The wizard army was much more responsive than the average soldier, with layers of barriers unfolding, and the rings on their hands that cast the sorcery barrier could even resonate with each other at close range, creating a more powerful barrier.

At this time, so many people are equipped with the same equipment, so when the durian thorns are issued, a thick barrier is formed.

Most of the durian thorns were fended off, and a few took advantage of the loopholes to kill a few wizards by surprise.

After putting the durian away and slowing it down, the sand dunes threw out a few pomegranates.

The sorcery light bomb quickly intercepted the pomegranate in the middle of the road, but after the explosion, the flying pomegranate fruit caused the surrounding barrier to fluctuate rapidly and crumble.

Nerosta directly raised the twisted black wood staff in his hand, which was taken from the night country wizard, although it was someone else's staff that was not easy to use, but at this time there was no need to be picky.

This staff is specialized in cursed witchcraft, but Merlin's Witchcraft Basics teaches almost all of them.

Curses are also one of them.

The qualitative change was activated, and Nerosta's spirit and will quickly came alive, and the rhythm began to move with his eyes, fingers, and staff.

After the malice was extracted, it condensed into a pitch-black short sword and quickly threw it out, striking somewhere in the crumbling barrier.

Crash!

The black gas spread rapidly, deteriorating the strength of the barrier by a notch, and then the barrier was torn apart under the continuous impact of the pomegranate.

Dune glanced at Nerosta with some surprise.

Originally, he didn't expect him from this scene, and he was ready to push all the way, but he was worthy of being a person who had learned from that Merlin, even if the upper limit could be seen at a glance, but the solid foundation would not be shaken.

With her sensitivity to witchcraft, Nerosta found the vulnerability of the barrier under the oppression of the dunes, and the curse hit it just right to degrade the barrier, which became the straw that broke the camel's back.

Although it was a self-assertion, Dune recognized his courage.

"It's a standard witchcraft guidance device, and when the witchcraft is destroyed, the internal witchcraft will burn and become invalid." At the same time, Nerosta hurriedly reminded the dunes.

Although you don't need to be reminded by him.

Banana darts swept quickly, the wizards were a little better dressed than the soldiers, more imposing, and looked a little more difficult, but in the eyes of the dunes were weeds that could be easily harvested with a little more speed on the banana peel.

There was no need to keep his hands this time, there were a bit more people present, and in order to prevent blood from splashing all over the ground, the sand dunes chose to cut in half.

One by one, the wizards separated their upper and lower bodies and fell down in a fragile manner.

Trying to dodge and deal with it didn't help, and the witchcraft dagger in his hand was cut along with any other equipment.

It's not witchcraft, but it's far more terrifying than witchcraft.

At this moment, red fluctuations came from somewhere, and the swirling banana peels were suddenly confused, and the sand dunes were stunned, forcibly summoning all the banana peels back.

In an instant, his connection with the banana peel was almost severed.

The red fluctuations converged, and a tall figure stepped out of the mess.

He looked a little thin, which was accentuated by his slim uniform. The color of the uniform is black, and a bright red strip extends from the left shoulder to the right abdomen, and the posture is elegant.

The thin face showed that the edges and corners of the face were more obvious, and he looked not young, but his face was white and there was no beard, and his shoulder-length hair was slightly white.

Adore was speechless in shock.

He ...... He, he, he......"

"Can you speak human language?" The head of the dunes does not return to the tunnel.

"He's Hasvilenko...... The Sunrise King. ”

A name says it all.

"The Sunrise King", Hasvilenko, the contemporary emperor of the Sunrise Kingdom, is a well-known figure in the time and space who led the Sunrise Kingdom and the allied forces to victory in the World War. In a sense, he is the most prestigious person in this era.

It is not very strange to meet him at this point in time.

But it was too casual to walk all the way before, and Dune himself had been bullying the little minions, and now suddenly a sunrise king popped up, and he had a sense of confusion that the old man next door he met by chance when he was fishing was actually the head of state.

Nerosta also said nervously: "He was in the car just now." ”

"Originally, I was just a little wizard in the countryside, but I didn't expect that even the Rising Sun Army couldn't help you." Haas Verenko's sharp eyes swept over the trio.

Ignoring Yadore directly, the focus is on Nerosta and the dunes.

Very interested in both.

Dune noticed that the Sunrise King's eyes were a dull red, not like normal pupil color.

"Although we are engaged in witch hunts, the wizards of the Sunrise Kingdom can already be mass-produced and cultivated." Dune said with a smile.

The Sunrise King did not shy away from it at this time: "Witchcraft is the mainstream of the future, and the night country is one step ahead, so we naturally can't lag behind." ”

"But the old emperor of the Night Country has fallen. Witchcraft couldn't save him. ”

"Yes, although he is a disgusting madman, some of his actions have awakened me and told me the truth of the world. I'm trying to make the world real. ”

Speaking of this, the Sunrise King's eyes turned back to the sand dunes as he looked at the setting sun in the distance: "You are not a wizard, and the traces of witchcraft on your body are very shallow, but you have the power to transcend witchcraft. I'm curious, or is this a mysterious ancient witchcraft in the first place? And this gentleman...... The traces of your witchcraft are indeed ancient, but they are very stable and steady, and I would like to ask, where did your witchcraft come from? ”

The Sunrise King seemed to be quite polite for the time being.

But the three of Dune won't be fooled around like this.

The wounded of the Rising Sun Army are still crying out in pain, and the corpses are still bleeding.

At first, these people were about to eradicate the sand dunes without saying a word, and it was the Sunrise King who ordered after sensing Nerosta.

And now the curiosity also turned into a curious attitude after discovering that the Rising Sun Force couldn't take them.

But it's just curiosity, not kindness.

"No comment." Nerosta replied.

Outside he could joke with others that it was Merlin, or that Gandalf had taught him, and others would think he was struggling with him.

But in this world it is not necessarily.

Merlin Eurolin is a well-known legend, and there is no shortage of people in this world who pursue traces of witchcraft, and if he says the name of his friend, he will immediately become the target of public criticism.

The Sunrise King smiled, "There may be a misunderstanding between us, please allow me to entertain you, why don't you go to the nearby Oga Fortress." That's what you're aiming for, isn't it? ”

"What are you doing at Oga Fortress this time?" Dune asked in turn in the face of his invitation.

The Sunrise King did not answer, and his smile remained unchanged.

"If you don't say it, you won't be able to make this friend." Dune said with a look of pity, folding her hands together.

The Rising King kept smiling: "I always try to be kind to others, but they don't understand me. ”

Dune looked at the Sunrise King with a strange expression, and there was a strange sense of déjà vu.

"You're crazy." He also directly said his sense of déjà vu.

A surging but unstable spirit, an inexplicable sense of paranoia.

Such is the case with those who have their own reasons.

This Rising King, like them.

(End of chapter)