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"That's it...... He...... Elder, Elder Monztok, what's wrong with you?"

The human figure reflected in her eyes made the green-haired girl clench her teeth fiercely. But then she noticed the abnormality of the old man next to her, she watched the old man stretch out his hand, his rough fingertips brushed the slightly flickering light and shadow, and tapped on the silver face and the blade in his hand, a little stunned, and then whispered to herself......

"I turned around to see who was speaking to me. And when he had turned around, he saw seven golden candlestands. Under every lampstand, there is a Son of God, and they are the only ones, and they are the thousands...... They were dressed in black, hanging down to their feet, with dragon skins tied around their chests...... His hair and pupils were silver, like snow, like metal. Burning with the sheen of flames. The brilliance is like the brass of the light in the furnace. The sound is like the sound of water. And the flame cannot come near him, but only for his servants, and his words are metaphors, and they are not to be followed...... He was holding the book. Holding a three-edged sword......"

The old man did not speak a lingua franca, but a very refined language, a wonderful language, which could still be felt clear even when sung in an old tone, like bathing in cool water...... And the old man narrowed his eyes, staring at the little phantom for a moment, as if it contained endless mysteries.

The girl was silent for a moment.

Her gaze lingered on the scorched, self-burning wreckage of the flames, the flames gone, leaving only charred corpses, contaminated with rain-washed ashes, making it impossible to distinguish the tree man from the two druids.

So she blinked and reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes...... Then silently folded his hands, fell down on one knee, and prayed for his already dead companion.

The surrounding noise became intense.

The brief battle seemed to have finally attracted the attention of the surroundings, and the roar of horses' hooves, the shouts of soldiers, the screams and curses of the people, and the impact of heavy objects were mixed together. Gradually expanding towards the surroundings, the sound of hurried footsteps gradually approached this small battlefield.

"What's going on?"

The prayer was finally over, and the girl noticed something unusual about her surroundings - it was common sense that there was such a fierce battle taking place here, even though they didn't let anyone follow. There was even such a flame rising. The city guards should at least come and see what is going on.

But now, it's still quiet, and it seems that everyone has forgotten about it.

"Just now. You think about how he killed them, so can you tell me more about it?" The old man seemed to have finally recovered from his undulating thoughts, his pale gray brows wrinkled deeply together, and he watched the little phantom disappear into his hands.

Then, with a sigh, he turned his gaze to the girl next to him: "How did he kill Parson and Holyfield?"

"Elder Monztock, ...... Didn't you just see my memory?It was a secret method taught by the tree elves, and there would be no mistakes?Why ......?" the girl was surprised, as she could not remember to see this elder so solemn.

"I want to hear you say it again. ”

"Yes, Elder. But right in this place to say the words, I'm worried...... Yes, Elder. ”

Stunned, the girl shook her head inexplicably, and then finally began to think, and then responded cautiously:

He ...... I do not know. He, he seemed just, just one glance, and my black scorpion and tricolor centipede were killed. It seems to be a force field spell. So, I used the Treant's Staff. And then. Holyfield attacked him with lightning strikes, but he seemed to take a look, and Holyfield suddenly fell and died...... Grandpa Parson then attacked him with a fire technique, but for some reason, he just waved his hand, and the flames rolled back, and even expanded a lot, and my tree man was destroyed by him in just one moment......!

"Did you hear him chanting incantations, and how did he chant them?Dragons, Elves, Elementals, Netherworlds?"

The old man stared into the girl's eyes and asked slowly, but when he said a language, the girl shook her head blankly.

"No, except for the conversation with us, he didn't say any divine words, by the way, Elder, I can't even feel his communication net, his spell casting speed is really fast and terrifying, and, it seems to be ......" The old man's heavy tone made the expression on the girl's face also follow Yan Sù, she tried to recall every detail about that person, but it was a little indescribable: "It seems to be ......"

"It seems that the people around him are all invisible, obeying his instructions at any time, right?"

"This ...... It seems that he can't say that, but it seems that he can manipulate certain powers......" The girl nodded, then shook her head again.

But the old man raised his gaze and muttered strange words again, and did not listen to him again.

"The silver monster will spread its wings again, and the power and responsibility of gold will be forged by iron and blood. The supreme majesty is placed on the ordinary name, and all things in the world can only be shrunk in his majesty, and his legend is engraved on the epic. However, a qiē will be ruined in his hands, he is Shiloh, the king of kings, the god of gods......"

Then, he turned around. Head out of the alley.

Or is this the result of our misfortune...... Now, it's starting to get messed up here. I don't want to fight those stupid humans unnecessarily. ”

"Shiloh?"

"What the hell is going on, do you know who that guy is?"

The girl did not follow the old man's footsteps, but stood still, her eyes widened in disbelief: "But he ...... That Nozomi ...... No, it's the forbidden king, what's the connection with these? Isn't that just a distant legend? You can't be mistaken about something?"

"Yes, but it can also be said that it is not. ”

The old man's footsteps paused, but he didn't look back: "This matter, Leia, is not something you can handle, for your safety, you'd better not need to know about it...... So, you don't think about it anymore and forget about it, you just have to know that that guy is a very dangerous monster. That's it. ”

"But Elder, Parson and Holyfield, what are they going to do? can't they just be left here?"

"Enough, they were born in nature and will return to nature...... As soon as you give it to nature. ”

"Nope. I will bury them ......"

The girl shouted. But the old man, perhaps no longer hearing, walked into a tree by the side of the street, whose branches trembled, and from the trunk opened a glittering green door. Contain the old man, and then close.

"Who are you?, raise your hands high, or we're going to shoot arrows!"

A voice came from the other end of the street, and several men in armor ran towards it. Noticing the man in the brown robe, they immediately tensed.

"What's wrong? Is there an enemy attacking?or is it a rebellion?" the girl frowned and shouted impatiently, "Also, what about the mages? Why did you take so long to come!"

Then, she noticed the appearance of the soldiers as if they were facing a great enemy, and then remembered that the black mask had been thrown somewhere in the fierce battle just now, and these soldiers obviously did not recognize her now.

She snorted hatefully, then uttered a spell!

So with a wave of a slender palm. Then the soldiers who were surrounding her screamed and retreated, and the thorns that spread on the ground wrapped around their legs and feet, and threw them to the ground!

"Say, what the hell is going on!" the girl took two steps. He drank coldly.

"That...... Lord Druid, I don't know, I don't know...... Someone had started a rebellion! They were wandering around the city, and the mages were hunting them down. But it seems that several members of the mercenary group have also begun to take advantage of the chaos......"

A woman who suddenly approached. The poor city guard was stunned, and when he saw the beautiful face by the light of the fire, his spirit was even more sluggish, so it was not until the pain and crispness of his face came that he finally came back to his senses and howled.

"Rebellion?"

The girl tossed him aside, then turned her gaze and noticed a dark red color spreading out of the street, overshadowing the otherwise dim lights, and then, more intensely, the sound of horses' hooves beating on the ground, and the human shouts began to become intense, one after another, and finally almost turned into a miserable scream.

......

This ordinary midsummer night is a disastrous time for Swan Castle...... And this kind of catastrophe is even greater than ten days ago, there was a war about the change of lords.

Yes, war, although the cause of a qiē, is nothing but a small incident.

A few mercenaries, seemingly not following the rules of the city defenders, stayed outside the designated location for them, and then were discovered by the city defenders...... Normally, this kind of thing ends when the mercenaries are driven back to the camping area, after all, with the mercenaries gathering in Swanstein Castle, this kind of thing has become commonplace.

This time, however, it was unusual.

Either someone got drunk, or it was a fight caused by a war of scolding, which was nothing big for the city guards and mercenaries, but the problem was that in the end they faced each other with swords, and there were deaths...... The truth seems to be unknown, and the incident quickly turned into a full-blown riot.

A mercenary group and a city defense brigade, then the surrounding mercenary group and the entire city defense army......

The city guards began to try to suppress the rioters, using their fists, shields, clubs, and swords...... The battle escalated little by little, but the chaos gradually spread, as things developed so fast that the city guards didn't even know who was attacking whom. In the end, as long as the armed personnel did not wear the emblem of the city defense force, they were treated as thugs...... As a result, the battle quickly turned into a big commotion involving the whole city.

Because of the mobilization of the war, the alternation of the two families, and the chaos that followed, most of the city guards here were no longer veterans who had been on duty in Swan Castle for many years, but were driven by a group of second-rate garrisons of the Blackhawk family, organized by mercenaries and ordinary citizens, who had no experience or interest in resolving disputes, and would only use any violent means to bring their opponents to their knees.

But their opponents are a group of mercenaries, a group of guys who have long been accustomed to fighting together and causing chaos...... In the mountains and forests, or in the streets and alleys of the city, it is the same for them, guerrilla, scattered, as much as possible to divide the strength of the opponent and divide it, and drive the panicked citizens as their own shield. This kind of combat is what they are best at......

And so the situation continued to expand, and eventually when the big shields, bows, arrows, and spears were also thrown into the battle sequence, the fire, the screams. Death spreads along with chaos in the city.

And so the chaos continued. It wasn't until a full twelve hourglasses that he was finally completely controlled.

And for human beings, the final end of this terrible night should be after the three poles of the sun. The expletives resounded throughout the central square.

"Farce, this is a ...... Farce! Damn, ***, bastard, brute, and ridiculous farce!"

Jabr Blackhawk. The temporary lord of Swan Castle stood on the wheel of his carriage and spat resentfully at the surroundings. Voices can reach any corner of Hellenstein Castle without the aid of illusions.

The city lord looked like a wolf, and on his flushed face, his originally beautiful mustache was half burned, and the dust stained on his hair made the originally neat hairstyle look particularly ridiculous, however, the dozen or so nobles standing quietly in front of him did not dare to show a smile, they hung their heads quietly. Let the lord of the city be condescending, torturing their hair and eardrums with saliva and noise:

"What are you all doing, what are you doing damn for? A dozen mercenaries? There are 3,000 garrisons in the city! Even if it's 3,000 pigs, it's enough to crush these dozen mercenaries to death! But what about you? You 3,000 people have been tricked by a dozen mercenaries? Are you rounding up mercenaries, or are you helping them by heaven?"

The wrath of the lord of the castle. Not without reason.

In the immediate vicinity of this square, the remnants of this night's chaos can be seen...... The pungent scorching smell of burning things still seems to permeate the streets, and there are even a few sparks. Occasionally, from the dilapidated houses, several crumbling wooden sheds were erected in a messy manner, and a few blackened remains were erected. In the green smoke rising in between, you could even see scattered human bodies crawling in it, the dried blood rendering a layer of purple and black marks around their bodies, and the blood stained with dust had mixed with the scorch marks around them. And a little farther away, the sound of crackling burning mixed with the wails of despair came, and the faint sound of sobbing echoed in the air.

The curse of the lord of the castle. Echoing around the city, around the square, a crowd of civilians of all colors was gathering, standing behind the spears of the soldiers, silently watching the old men who were usually high in the sky...... And every time the city lord raised his voice, he would be exchanged for a few low echoes and slight ridicule from the crowd, and people exchanged heads and ears, as if the anger in their hearts from the chaos of the night had also calmed down a little.

In fact, however, there was not a single ordinary civilian who could be gathered here.

They were all wealthy merchants and minor nobles in the city—the chaos of last night had cost them so much that the lord of the city would use this method to ease their anger a little, otherwise if these people had stabbed the matter in the ears of the duke, the acting lord would never have thought of removing the word 'acting' from his title, and even if someone added fuel to his fire, his life would be in danger.

Although this acting city lord is not a capable nobleman, it is clear that he is not stupid.

Now that the matter has already come out, it is impossible to forcibly cover it up, it will only make things more confusing, and the act of trying to cover it up is something that the most stupid fool would do. It is better to honestly admit what happened, and then let the people around you see that they are trying their best to make up for it, so that most of the dissatisfaction can be calmed down and their guilt can be reduced.

This qiē is all a made-out appearance, a play, but no matter what, at least there are many people who are willing to accept it and use it as a reason, and that is enough.

So, after venting for nearly an hourglass, the lord finally stopped dousing his subordinates with saliva and turned to those who really needed to talk.

"Honest and noble citizens of Swan Castle, please do not worry, we will do our best to compensate you for your losses...... Punish the perpetrators severely, and at the same time for civilians who are harassed. We will compensate each person with 50 pounds of food, so please wait with peace of mind! Soon the food will be distributed to everyone. ”

With a hurried conclusion, the lord jumped out of the carriage and prepared to get into it.

But a nobleman suddenly followed him at this time and entered the car together.

"What are you doing here? Didn't you tell you to hurry up and distribute food? Also, remember to mix some sand in it and send as little as possible, you know?" the city lord was stunned and spoke.

But the nobleman did not leave as he said.

"But, the acting city lord&...... No, Your Excellency the City Lord, we don't have enough food anymore. The nobleman took out his handkerchief and wiped the saliva that had been sprayed on his face, as well as the real cold sweat: "According to your order, we have loaded ninety percent of the grain in the warehouse into trucks to support the army that the Duke has deployed at the front. ”

"What did you say?" His Excellency the City Lord roared, his voice was not high, but his face was already a little distorted in an instant: "Are you crazy? When did I say that I was going to transport the grain...... Okay, but who said it was going to be all shipped?"

"I've got your order this morning, and now all the food has been taken away by the Scythe and Hammer Mercenary Regiment!"