The Book of Imasca released a ray of light, and the next moment Sazastan had appeared on the other side of the three red-robed chiefs, and the ray of negative energy bombarded Laurator's back, and the magic protection seemed to be nothing, and it was instantly pierced by a powerful spell power, Laurezor's let out a painful howl, and a phantom disappeared in place.

Neveron's expression moved, he remembered the rumors about the book, and knew that such a time-forbidden acceleration effect could not be used many times, he unfolded the aura in his hand and began to chant the spells in it, and Aznashul put a layer of magic protection on his body with a solemn expression, breaking through the ensuing confinement spells.

Sazastan took back the Book of Imasca, secretly feeling that it was not good, although he used the ability of the artifact to solve an enemy, but this consumption was still very unfavorable to him, and with the shattering of the ruins hall, many people from outside the ruins poured into the ruins, including a large number of subordinates of the three chiefs, and he gradually began to retreat.

After inquiring about the Book of Imasca, he knew that there was an object buried in the mausoleum here, which was a great threat to him, and now that the mausoleum had been destroyed for unknown reasons, there was no point in him continuing to fight, and if he delayed and let Neveron's men enter here, it would only become more and more troublesome.

When he saw Nosnoah appear at the entrance of the corridor, he nodded and floated to the side of the fellow archmage.

"As I said, I don't like pointless fights, Neveron. The lich looked up at Neveron and said, "But I'll remember what happened here today. ”

"Remember?" Neveron nodded with a solemn expression, "Well, Lord Sazastan, I want you to remember too." ”

This strange tone of words made the lich smell an inexplicably sinister smell, he was slightly startled, a powerful and dark arcane power had erupted next to him, he twisted his neck vertebrae in surprise, his vision was immediately buried by a white light, and the pain that welled up from the depths of his soul made him let out a series of huge screams, and Neveron and Aznashul obviously would not give up such a good opportunity, a large pile of magic smashed into the small area where the lich stood, and even Lauzorrell, who was spurting blood with a bad face, showed his body from the shadows, and smiled fiercely and launched a deadly attack on the lich！

Several white bones burned in the blazing flames, and the shrill howl seemed to pierce the souls of countless people.

"I've been a second seat for over a hundred and twenty years, dear Mentor. Nosnoah dusted off the ashes on his sleeve, as if bowing to a soul, and his face was full of excitement: "Allow me to pour out my wishes here, I can't wait......"

"So, do I have the privilege of being the chief, my lords?" the necromancer smiled and saluted the three chiefs who were smiling.

"Of course, since Lord Sazastan has disappeared, you will be the chief of course. Neveron said with a natural flavor in his tone, "I also want to thank you for your assistance, there is no more reliable friend than you, Nosnoa." ”

"Of course, of course, if only I could be the chief. The necromancer let out a low chuckle, and Aznashul walked up to him and kicked the ashes in the scorched scorch.

"Neveron, tell me about your plans, we don't have much time before he is reborn from the life box. The sculptor said with a sad brow.

"Don't worry, he won't be back. Neveron's body landed in the air: "The Apostle of Visharon should already be on his way to his lifebox hideout by this time. ”

He smiled sinisterly, "They won't let me down. ”

"Just in case. Aznashur picked up the book of Imasca from the ground and tossed it to Neveron, who had just landed: "I don't think those skeletons are reliable. ”

"Well, it's not that difficult, as long as we've cleared all of his forces in the country, including the Inquisition and the die-hard members of Dalamos, then even if he comes back alone, why should we be afraid of a bare-bones commander?" Neveron put away the Book of Imasca and turned to the solemn Nosnoah, "You shouldn't let me down, Chief?"

"Of course, this is Sazastan's cronies inside the Inquisition and Dalamos, as well as in Selshan, and of course, there are people who are being used by him without knowing it......" Nosnoah smirked as he handed a parchment scroll to Neveron. ,

"It's better to dispose of it just in case. Lauzorrell's eyes flashed with cruelty, and he wiped the bloodshot from the corners of his mouth: "By the way, what are we going to do with Duxusrem and the other three women? ”

"What are you afraid of?" Neveron's expression was calm and calm: "Where do they still have the strength to compete with us?" After dealing with the matter here, while they didn't react, we immediately went to Searshan, and killed all the lich's cronies, the war with Mullan is imminent, now is the time when our strength is the strongest, if Duxus is smarter, he probably won't be stupid enough to stop most of the mages of the Chief Council from taking advantage of the war." ”

"As long as the war starts, our position is more secure than the Sunrise Mountains. He bared his teeth and sneered, under the tip of his hook-like nose: "As for those three women, as long as we feed them, they see the situation clearly, and they won't be stupid enough to care about our affairs, we all know what kind of people Lelari and Mithreela are, well, of course, Ye Fa'an may be a little troublesome, but it doesn't matter, her strength is insignificant." ”

"Besides, Misrila is on our side now, isn't it?" said a sarcastic smile on Lauzorel's lips, "to be able to find an excuse to start this war, thanks to the invention provided by her family." ”

"In short, if Ream, Yefaan, and Laylari were smart enough, they probably wouldn't be stupid enough to oppose us at this time, as long as we cleaned our hands and feet quickly and gaged their mouths with some sweetness......" Neveron sneered: "Of course we can control the situation." ”

"It seems that we have to be kind to them. Lauzorel pouted, "Well, I hate Dexus. ”

"I don't like him either. Neveron spread his hands: "But someone needs to restrain the forces that oppose us at home, he is a smart man, he knows how to choose, at least not against us at this time." ”

Laurzorell snorted coldly and nodded.

After a big victory in the deliberations of Selshan, most of the army and red-robed mages in Searle are now on their side, compared to the Duxus, Rem and Larry, whose interests are overseas, the power of the family is indeed weak at home.

"So first, let's clean it north from here. Neveron pulled out the list that Nosnoah had offered.

"Wait, we're going to do it ourselves?" said Laurcherl, who seemed to feel a little out of place.

"Of course, do you trust those men, or do you think they are more efficient at killing people than we are?" said Neveron, "At this critical juncture, don't take decency too seriously, we need to act in the most efficient way possible." ”

"Not bad. Aznashul nodded approvingly.

Even Sazastan was killed, and the follow-up measures were, of course, more decisive.

"Let's start here, I already know that the Inquisition secretly pulled out the nails we installed in Saban Harbor to get closer to here, and now that the lich is gone, there is no point in their existence. Neveron frowned, "Wait a minute, Lenge Jenvas, he and his apprentice?"

"Well, yes, they should be used indirectly by the Mentor...... Two small feet. Nosnoah explained.

"Then let them go, although this person is nothing, his student is an important person, it would be a pity to kill him like this, and it will affect our relationship with Misrila Anyway, they don't know about it, just expel him from the Inquisition. Neveron's eyes flickered.

"Well, your considerations are reasonable. Lauzorel nodded casually, and suddenly noticed that Aznashur was observing something on the ground at the entrance of the mausoleum that had been blown into a large pit: "Lord Shur, what are you looking at?"

Intrigued by Aznasher's strange behavior, Lauzorel, Neveron, and the newly appointed Chief Necronomicon all leaned over and gave questioning glances.

"He's dead. Aznasher's expression was heavy and full of doubt, and he stared at a puddle of ashes, different from Sazastan's bombardment, which seemed to have been smoked by some kind of high heat, and reflected a faint blue sheen in the sunlight: "That dragon lich of the dragon cult Anjost."

"Dead?" Laurzorel's eyelids jumped, sniffed twice, and the muscles on his cheeks stretched: "Well, it's the rotten and dry stench, it's a good death." ”,

His tone was a little gloating, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, added, "How did you die?"

That's the important question.

Neveron also frowned, "It seems that we have to find a way to explain it to Mr. Samaste." ”

"There's no need, his soul should be back in the life box, someone took advantage of the fact that we were fighting the old bone and made a detour here to kill it. Aznashur narrowed his eyes at the pit behind the dragon lich's debris, "Blew it up by the way." ”

"Image backtracking. Lauzorel's expression also became solemn, he closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, raised his staff, and knocked the bones of the dragon lich, and suddenly the surrounding light began to distort, and they saw a vague figure under some kind of cover, almost instantly incinerating the dragon lich to ashes with a dark blue demonic flame.

The three red-robed mages saw the image provided by the prophecy spell, and their eyelids jumped a few times at the same time.

"How could it be so fragile?" As a legendary mage of the Plastic Energy School, Aznashur was the first to notice that something was wrong, because even a mage with a little basic knowledge would not walk in a dangerous area without protection, and Aznashur could detect the strength of the blue flame...... Although the power is strange, it is obviously not enough to break through the magic protection of a dragon lich.

"Wait. The next moment, a wave of fear came over the two chiefs next to him, and Aznashul glanced at his allies in confusion, noticing the corner of the image where Lauzorel and Neveron were staring at each other.

His gaze fell there.

A short staff made of what appeared to be an ordinary branch inlaid with an inferior gemstone, only half exposed in the shadows.

The moment he noticed the staff, he felt a remnant of mysterious power enter his real name, and the magical power seemed to boil violently in an instant, as if it was on the verge of exploding, and his entire face turned dead gray in an instant.

He somewhat understood where the fear on Neveron and Lauzorrell's faces came from.

If there was such a magic item that could easily imprison a legendary mage's methodology, it would be impossible for them not to be afraid.

When the image was played back, the short staff released a wave that instantly destroyed the dragon lich's magic shell, and the three chiefs shuddered at the same time, and Laurzorel's hand shook, and the entire image suddenly became dusty.

"Hell yes. Beads of sweat from Neveron's forehead flowed down his neck, and he didn't bother to wipe it at all: "What is this? How did it come about? How could there be such a thing?"

"Sazarstan's? no, it can't be, otherwise he would have just taken it out,,!" Lauzzorre's pupils were filled with fear, and a short image and the remnants of the magic power made him vaguely understand what kind of power the short staff had: "How could such a thing exist?"

"Leave that alone, Laurzorell, can you tell the man?" Aznashul instantly found a workable solution: "Regardless of how this thing came to be, find him, and then send someone to kill him, he must die, we must destroy this thing." ”

Lauzorel shook his head solemnly.

The man with the short staff is so stealthy that he is completely unable to reveal his true face through the spell of prophecy.

If it weren't for the fact that the staff had to be unveiled to activate, they probably wouldn't have been able to see anything clearly.

But in the end, I remembered two traits that were better than nothing: the blue demonic flame, the dangerous staff.

"A few adults, ask ......" Nosnoah, who was watching from the sidelines, was a little confused, and came up with a smirk.

He doesn't have the ability to construct legendary spells, and even his life form has not been fully sublimated, so it's not easy to sit in the position of chief, and if he wants to get what he wants, he must hug these thighs tightly.

"Well, nothing. Neveron's expression moved, as if his face immediately turned pale, and he waved his hand: "You go back to the Serre Mountains first and wait for us, and we will arrive later." ”

"Yes, yes!" Realizing that it was the secret of these adults, although curious, he also knew that it would be no good to stay any longer, so he wisely chose Flashman.

After the new chief left, the remaining old chiefs were silent for a long time.

They all looked apprehensive. ,

"He's a man of the lich. Neveron made a judgment.

"I'm afraid we'll clean it up ourselves...... Some are dangerous. Laurzorell laughed dryly, the skin on his forehead jumping.

If the methodology is targeted and restrained, even a legendary mage can only be slaughtered.

"There's no way, we just have to bring more people. Neveron's expression was gloomy: "The thing has been done, you can't retreat, I changed my mind, go back to the Serre Mountains, start cleaning from the center, the action must be fast! Faster!"

Lauzorel and Aznashul nodded solemnly, it seemed that this difficulty was not enough to stop their plans.

Having experienced countless winds and waves, as a legendary chief, of course, you have to have some courage.

As a mage, teleportation is of course an excellent spell necessary for murderous travel at home, and the distance of tens or hundreds of miles can be reached in an instant, provided that the caster knows where he wants to transmit, otherwise the coordinates are not properly positioned and he will be stuck in the crack of the stone, and the result will naturally make people want to cry without tears.

Therefore, many mages like to set the teleportation coordinates higher, so that even if there is an error, the location of the appearance is still at high altitude...... It may hurt a fall, but it's much better than getting stuck in a crack in a rock.

In conjunction with this plan, a fixed or instantaneous levitation technique is essential, of course, to prevent accidents, oh, this naturally refers to outside of Serre, and in Serge, where there are many mages, the red robes who use teleportation techniques do not have so many concerns, and the villages and towns that are a little bigger have teleportation coordinates.

With the assistance of this thing, the teleportation technique is naturally very safe.

Of course, mages who use teleportation may not always feel safe, such as Penny, who drilled out of the coordinates, and his mood was very uneasy.

I brought a lot of things that I should or shouldn't carry from the ruins of the ancient empire, and it seemed that I had a lot of burden out of thin air, and my heart became heavy at the same time.

Sooner or later, these troubles will come to his door, and he is sure that he will allow it

And before he could think about these troubles, there was already a small trouble waiting for him at the door of the room.

"Hey!" the savage woman tilted her head, and Penny noticed that her neck was thin, and her skin was shiny and soft, like a swan. By the time he realized that he was able to appreciate a part of her body without any psychological barriers, the woman opposite was already frowning and pulling up her collar.

"Hello. He nodded, "What's the matter?"

"Of course...... Yes. She looked a little hesitant: "How old are you...... Do you have any free time?"

"Free?" Penny frowned, "Something I need to do?"

"Actually, it is. She bit her lip: "In a few days is my mother's sacrifice day, I want to go back to Sanophon, I want you to ......"

"Me? This may not be the right occasion for me. Penny's brow furrowed even tighter.

It is obviously inappropriate to appear at someone else's ritual for a reason that is not related to it.

"Because my father will be there too, I have to go back, but I don't want to go back to him. She seemed to use a lot of force to say such words, and the mage noticed a pleading look in her eyes with surprise: "So I hope you can help me." ”

"You don't like your father?" Penny remembered the burly middle-aged man he had seen in Blackhall.

In all fairness, he was indeed a handsome man, and although he had a bad impression, it was not bad, so he felt a little strange about Lannielou's attitude.

"Yes, he tried to force me to serve his interests. The smile on her face was tinged with sarcasm: "Unfortunately, I don't like it." ”

Kay "Penny stood there quietly, feeling a little embarrassed.

The relationship between him and her has not yet reached the point where he can interfere in each other's family affairs, not to mention that not long ago, the attitude of the two of them was still disgusted with each other.

"Hmm, aren't you my chief, hesitating for such a trivial matter?" Seeing Penny's hesitation, her expression suddenly became a little disappointed: "It's just a trivial matter." ”

"Your relationship seems really bad. The mage sighed.

"Envious, if you had a father who was a red-robed mage, you would understand. Lanny snorted.

"Okay, I'll help you. "It's just a gesture," Penny thought.

Even if she didn't come out, then she would definitely think of other ways to achieve her goal, as for the attitude of the high-level tutor Ferrandlin, he frowned.

What he can't change, no matter what he does, it's useless.

Maybe Lannie Lou's trick is just a child's thing in the mind of this mentor, and I'm afraid that my little role of playing with her will not be in his heart.

"Really...... Thank you very much. To the mage's surprise, when he agreed to this, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed by his perfunctory look when he saw the sincere gratitude on her face.

He then convinced himself that this serpent-like madwoman should not be gullible.

However, Lannilou obviously couldn't guess what was going on in his heart: "Thank you very much, and your teacher is waiting for you." ”

"Teacher?" Penny raised an eyebrow, his instinct telling him that this trouble was a bit of a problem...... ）