On the periphery of the sea of ​​fire, the sound of fighting resounded through the sky.

A bunch of people suddenly came from the outside of the encirclement arranged by the Legal Affairs Bureau. They held heavy crossbows and long swords and were wearing armor. They all fought bravely with superb martial arts skills. The Legal Affairs Bureau's escort was no match for them at all. Although the escort was wearing heavy armor, in front of the heavy crossbows, these heavy armors were just a pile of fragile scrap iron.

As soon as the contact was met, the escort collapsed, and the members of the escort wearing heavy armor shouted and fled in scattered ways.

Officials from the Legal Affairs Bureau also turned their heads, not knowing how to deal with the catastrophe in front of them.

Just as everyone was in despair, suddenly there was a dense sound of bowstrings above their heads, followed by the sound of arrows breaking through the air.

On the top floor of a villa, Label looked at everything in front of him coldly.

When the fire broke out with the explosion, he realized that the whole thing might be a trap. He also realized that there was a clever commander who was in charge of everything behind the scenes.

Faced with this unknown but extremely clever mysterious figure, Rabel had to be cautious and cautious. Because of this, he hid the crossbowman in the villa where the space was coming.

Things changed as he expected, and suddenly the attacks from behind were obviously the elites of the real princes.

Rabel originally planned to let the guards in heavy armor resist the attacks of the prince's elite, but he never expected that the guards would be so cowardly and would be defeated in just one round.

In desperation, Rabel had to take out his killing move.

Arrows in the sky shot towards the enemies who rushed out of the darkness.

The arrows were as dense as the heavy rain falling in the air, and the deadly arrows penetrated the bodies of the heroic warriors. However, the elite of these princes did have a long history of battle. As soon as the first group of soldiers fell down, the people behind immediately took off the shield from the guards with their bodies.

Rabel had long expected that the prince's elite could not be defeated so easily. All he needed was to kill as many opponents as possible, and at the same time, he could make the scattered heavy armored guards re-arranged.

However, what disappointed Rabel was that most of the members of the guards threw down their weapons and fled everywhere. They had never experienced the battlefield and were already scared to death in the face of bloody killing. Just when Rabel was feeling desperate, suddenly screamed in the other party's camp.

"Be careful of the ground, there is something on the ground." A man screamed loudly, but his voice suddenly stopped, as if something had penetrated his throat.

Screams came one after another.

Just as Rabel was both excited and surprised, a villa suddenly burned suddenly, and the crossbowmen hiding in it were panic and jumped out of the window, with a miserable wailing sound on the ground.

Going closer to the torch, Rabel saw the figures shaking around him, and a dangerous feeling rushed towards him.

Rabel ran down the stairs with his closest confidant men.

There were indeed people running around near the villa where they were hiding.

Villas turned into a torch one after another. Rabel pulled out his sword from his waist and rushed out of the villa. He happened to meet a person wrapped in darkness, carrying a square tin bucket in the hand of the man.

Rabel raised his sword and fell, and his head wrapped in black cloth flew up.

Just as Rabel was trying to pick up the black cloth covered with his head, five or six figures of the same outfit suddenly popped up from the side.

Seeing them lifting their arms, Rabel and the people around him immediately knew something was wrong. They lay on the ground and narrowly avoided the deadly arrow that was flying in. Rabel rolled on the spot and narrowed the distance with the masked ones.

The sword light flashed, and two people immediately fell into the sword. But the others had already drawn out their weapons in time.

The sparks of the sword-to-sword collision were reflected in the darkness, and Rabel's swordsmanship was quite superb, so he resisted three opponents alone.

The right-hand assistants behind him are also far from other officials of the Legal Affairs Bureau.

The fierce battle unfolded in front of the villa.

On the top of the tower in the distance, Vachy looked at everything in front of him coldly, waiting for his personal arrival.

Since His Majesty the King was not clear, Vach originally thought that the crown prince he supported would replace His Majesty in charge of the government affairs, but he did not expect that the queen suddenly appeared. This woman who did not care about state affairs suddenly seemed to have become a different person, and her aggressive aura even surpassed the original king.

Faced with his miscalculation, Vach did not feel unbearable. Anyway, he did not expect the dying crown prince. All he needed was his position not to be shaken. If possible, he wanted to climb further to a higher position.

There are many examples of the king's confidant magicians standing at the top of power in the history of the Kingdom of Francis, especially when the power of the Elder House was not as huge as it is now.

Vach looked at the sea of ​​fire in the distance, and he was waiting for His Majesty to arrive.

The reason why Vach is so confident is that he knows very well that His Majesty the Queen will definitely not get much help in Neleerre, which is something he and Neleerre agreed on.

Unlike himself, Nile Erre focuses more on his status in the Magic Association and the title of the strongest magician.

And now Maske is gradually threatening his position, which he absolutely cannot tolerate.

Just as Vach was admiring the beautiful scene of the fires rising into the sky in the distance, the lifting passages of the towers in the distance emitted green light. After a while, His Majesty the Queen appeared in front of him.

"His Majesty Queen, what are you here for?" Vach asked arrogantly.

Although the queen was reluctant, she knew very well that now was the time when she had to bow to the Wizard Vach.

"Dear Magician, my husband has always admired you very much, and I am the same. I ask you to give me guidance and help in this extraordinary moment." The Queen said respectfully.

After hearing this, Vach was overjoyed, but he did not intend to let go. He also hoped to gain greater benefits.

"You should be very clear, Your Majesty, that I have swear to be loyal to Your Majesty the King, which has exhausted me and greatly hindered my achievements in magic. I do not intend to interfere in the world anymore." Vach said complacently.

"Master Waqi, the royal family has reached a critical moment. Prince Phillips is ambitious to seize the throne. You know that His Majesty the King has always admired you. How can you bear to abandon the unclean King at this time?" Speaking of this, His Majesty the Queen glanced at him. As she expected, the Magician Waqi was unmoved at all.

With a cruel heart, His Majesty the Queen said, "Master Vach, if you have any requests, just say them, and I will do my best."

A smile immediately spread on Vach's face, which was exactly the sentence he had been waiting for for a long time.

"Your Majesty, the king's trust in me is no longer enough. Why do you say this again?"

Vach said, anyone could hear how hypocritical his words were.

After a change of topic, Vach finally came to the point: "Your Majesty, you should have seen how incompetent your ministry is. I think: Under my guidance, the Legal Affairs Office will become more efficient, and the Paladins, they have lost all their predecessors now, and I will regain their spirits."

His Majesty was really shocked to hear that Vach was so arrogant and wanted to annex the Legal Affairs Office and the Paladins and take all the power into her hands. For a moment, she felt at a loss.

When Vach saw the queen's stunned look, he felt very proud. He thought about it and added another bargaining chip.

"His Majesty Queen, for the sake of the King, I sacrificed my most capable assistant. Poseus was burned to death in full view of everyone, and all this was caused by the heirs of Sethborough. I hope you can punish the heirs of Sethborough, or you will give him to me for disposal." Vach said.

"Master, since this matter has subsided, there is no need to cause another storm, let alone the little heir of Sethburg is a disciple of the Masque of Masque. If Master Masque holds a grudge for this, will you and I have to make a loss?" His Majesty the Queen said hesitantly.

Vach didn't care about the queen's doubts at all. In fact, it was the common meaning of him and Nile'reire to eradicate the heirs of Sethborough.

The person who can bounce the power of his dignified magician and rely on his mental power to destroy a summoner is just a primary apprentice who has just learned magic. Such a guy will never stay in the world.

The reason why Vach thought this way was not entirely selfish. He had never forgotten that there was a same genius fifty years ago, but that magical genius almost collapsed the Magic Society of the Kingdom of Francis.

The Magic Association took countless tricks and took dozens of precious lives to destroy the devilish guy.

At that time, Vach was still a magic apprentice, and Nile Errey experienced that catastrophe personally than him.

The terrifying memories were deeply imprinted in their minds. The terror and power of the Blood Magician, as well as the terrifying feeling of living in his shadow, would never be forgotten by both of them.

Because of this, the sudden appearance of the little heir of Sethburgh made them feel extremely threatened, and for them any magician who was beyond their control must be destroyed.

In fact, Nile Erre did not intend to take rough measures against Masque and others. He only cared about their research results, but he remained strangely alert to the young heir of Sethborg.

Vach could definitely understand this, because he had seen the terrible scars on Nile'ere's body with his own eyes, and had heard others talk about how the Nele'ere's clan and his teachers and classmates died tragically under the clutches of the Blood Magician. Because of this, there was always an indelible shadow in his heart, and it was this shadow that made him full of power.

"Your Majesty, please rest assured. Masque will never be a trouble for you. Neelerre and I have long noticed the betrayal of Masque and Andeli. They have dug up the magic notes of the great magician Kemildit, which is the most precious wealth for the kingdom. They should hand them over to the Magic Association for disposal. However, we found that they had hidden the magic notes privately and planned to take the wisdom contained in it as existing. This is a betrayal, and it can even be said to be treason. Masque recruited the heir of Serthburg as a disciple, and also gave him part of the power of the great magician Kemildit. He obviously wanted to split the Kingdom of Francis and achieve his goal of treason." Vach said vigorously and resolutely.

Vach's words shocked His Majesty the Queen. If she had not heard Marquis Keane say all this in the carriage, she would have been deprived of her. However, with some preparation in advance, she immediately felt the seriousness of the situation.

Unlike His Majesty the King, the Queen's view of the Chairman of the Magic Association is somewhat similar to that of Rabel. She always feels that Nellerere is not a gentleman, and Vach's words undoubtedly prove her opinion. If she wants to make a choice between Nellerere and Masque, the Queen would rather choose the Magister Masque who does not care about the world.

But now the only thing that can be relied on in front of us is Vach and Nellerere. His Majesty's mind is running rapidly: her wisdom and her way of governing the country all come from those legends and biography. The leisurely life of the palace gave her enough time to read, which was also her only hobby. How would he choose the wise king of Francis V in this predicament? This thought could not help but pop up in the queen's mind.

The firelight reflecting the sky in the distance pulled her back to reality.

"Master, as you said, please help me overcome the difficulties in the present. After the capital is pacified, I will re-establish the cabinet and you will take charge of everything. However, the Paladin has been directly under the royal family since the establishment of His Majesty Francis V. No outsider can intervene. Even the great magician Kaimildit has never appointed or removed any member of the Paladin. I cannot promise this matter. As for the heirs of Serth Castle, I will leave it to you to deal with it, but it must be carried out secretly and must be implemented after he leaves the capital and returns to Serth Castle. Moreover, the disposal of the heirs of Serth Castle must not affect the stability of the south." The queen said, her expression saying that it was her final concession.

Vachy thought for a while and nodded. Although the Paladins could not control themselves, it made him feel deeply regretful, but what His Majesty the Queen said was also true. Even Kaimildit did not interfere. If he did it, it was indeed a bit unreasonable.

As for the disposal of the heirs of Sethburg, the queen's concerns were not unreasonable. Unlike the noble families who were jealous of southern wealth, Vach did not care about the control of Sethburg. In his opinion, it didn't matter who became the lord of Sethburg. What made him worried about was the terrible strength and the even more terrifying astonishing potential of the heirs of Sethburg.

He was not worried about the appearance of another Kaimildit. Although it would indeed shake his self-esteem, he could still bear it. What he was afraid of was the appearance of the second blood magician, which would be an unprecedented catastrophe for anyone.

"Your Majesty, everything is as you wish. Now, please let me serve you." As he said that, Vach opened his five fingers and glared at his eyes. The firelight in the distance shone in his pupils, as if there were two burning flames in his eyes.

The long and loud voice of spells sounded, and a golden flame suddenly appeared on Vachy's raised palm. The flame gradually turned into a physical body, a golden bird surrounded by a circle of blood-red flames. The bird looked a bit like a canary, but much smaller than a canary.

"Go, the elves I have raised, use your power to burn all dirt and evil into ashes." The magician Vach shouted.

With this roar, the golden firebird soared into the sky, and a fire meteor with dazzling red light cut through Franck's night sky.

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In the distance, on the fierce battlefield, Sel's Ott seemed to be a bloodthirsty demon wielding the sword in his hand, devouring the lives of the people around him. The sword emitting a strange red light would inevitably take away several unfortunate souls every time he waved it.

Corpse quickly piled up next to the demon god.

Just as Sel's pride was approaching, suddenly the fire meteor descended from the sky and chased him.

Although he was able to kill, Sel's Alt was always alert. The sudden alarm sounded in his heart made him feel that something was wrong. As soon as he looked up, he saw the red light flying towards him. Without thinking, Sel's Alt picked up a body and threw it at the red light, and he turned his head and ran away.

Ten thousand sparks exploded in the air. The corpse turned into a burning fireball and floated around, and the people below were dodging.

After the flames dissipated, the golden firebird was revealed.

Sel's own slightest disregard for this. He used all his strength to bury and run around the crowd.

The firebird obviously knew it was not that easy to pursue Sel's Ott, so he turned around to deal with the others.

A series of explosions sounded, and the brave and fearless elite warriors seemed so vulnerable in front of the Golden Fire Island. The flying balls of fire and anxious corpses made this place more like an abyss of hell.

Although the prince's elite was brave and fearless, fear was now rising in their hearts. The beautiful and colorful golden fire fog seemed to be a demon who escaped from hell, easily seized the lives of their companions. No matter how thick armor or solid shields could not stop the attack of the charming little thing.

The arsonists who appeared among the dark shadows had already escaped without a trace. They were not as brave as the prince's subordinates, and cherishing life was their motto.

However, the firebirds also brought huge losses to them. The dim feathers scattered by the little golden thing accurately hit the tin bucket in their hands. Even if they threw the tin bucket away and remained in their hands, the smell of tin oil still guided the dim feathers to accurately hit their bodies.
To be continued...