When the palace mage flew in the direction of the dagger and saw another group of people rushing towards him, he couldn't help but complain that the battle for the palace guard was really hard to fight.

However, the next second, a black shadow instantly rushed to him. The man seemed to have a blue flame burning in his eyes, carrying a cold breath, which made people feel unconsciously afraid.

The cold light of the shadow oath turned into a blue-black smoke, condensed into a substance from the void, and swept across the chest of the palace mage.

The great wizard subconsciously jumped back and at the same time, he pushed the scepter in front of him to resist.

"Bang!!"

The scepter was cut into two pieces by Shadow Oath Cold Light!

The magic power of the mage who lost the scepter will drop significantly. Judging from this situation, he is no match for the visitor at all.

In the dark, Carlock regained a little consciousness. He found that he was not dead yet. He was rescued. He was a man with enough ability to help him get rid of the great wizard of the palace.

What about your friends? What Carlock refers to the beasts who had been with him for several years. Unfortunately, most of them were killed by the magic of the great mages of the palace, and those who were not dead were dying and could not stand up again.

The sound of blood splashing can be clearly heard in a quiet environment.

The king witnessed a black round thing flying out of the neck of the palace mage. He was scared and he had to leave the place quickly!

"Bang——" A white air wrapped around the king. The time limit had come, and he changed from a tiger to his original appearance. However, the palace mage did not fulfill his mission, and he could no longer come to protect the king.

The palace mage fell to the ground with no strength, his head flew more than ten meters away, and rolled several meters on the ground before stopping. The evil mage who once turned Bernholl Ambri into a wolf finally paid the price today.

Motte pointed on the charred boy on his toes, but he did not respond.

Motiti looked at the place where the crowd was coming. If this continued, the child would be trampled to death by these people even if he had a breath.

However, she had never done such a thing before, and she would never do it. A stranger who had nothing to do with her would probably get into trouble if she saved him.

Although this person is just a child no matter how he looks, did he not see Bernholler? Bernholler is also a child. He almost starved to death in the forest under the snow-capped mountains and was saved by Ai Yusha and the others. What is he like now?

Motiti never took action. At this time, a stag came from a distance, arched Carlok's belly with her head and carried him on his back. The road ahead was blocked by the crowd, and the stag could only approach the high wall on the other side of the Palace Square.

That place was where the king was. There was a deep door hole behind the king. The stag didn't see it. When it ran there, it saw the king rushing towards it with his sword in his hand.

The deer is very easily frightened, let alone trying to take its life. The stag hurriedly stopped and fled to the other end along the edge of the high city wall. The king definitely couldn't catch up with it at this speed, and the king was not stupid enough to really chase it. How could a person catch up with the deer?

The Bucks are safe for the time being, but the condition of Carlock on its back is getting worse and worse. He suffered a serious injury and needs immediate treatment. But there is no place to treat him here, and the Bucks can do nothing. It can't do anything except lick Carlock's wound with its tongue.

Another group of rebel troops arrived, and the number of remaining royal soldiers was completely incomparable, and their morale was gone. Some began to flee everywhere, but the road was blocked and they had no place to escape.

The king was still hiding in his black door, hoping that these people would not be able to detect him.

However, he miscalculated, and a man immediately discovered him and had appeared in front of him.

I couldn't see the person's face clearly in the dark night. I only saw a giant sickle in my hand behind the man, his hair was flying in a messy manner, but his figure was very thin, as if he was a woman.

"No, don't kill me..." The king retreated repeatedly. He was so scared that he even lost the sword in his hand. Then he stepped on something and was tripped to the ground.

The king was already weak and didn't even have the strength to stand up. He could only move his limbs and climb backwards. The darker the further he went inside. Now he didn't even know how far the person in front of him was from him, and what was his movement at this time.

"Click..." A crisp sound was Motti pulling the iron door latch. As the space here was isolated, all the sounds outside were isolated, and the surrounding area suddenly became quiet.

The space here is actually very large. It was originally used for the preparation time of the gladiator competition, so the Knights were waiting for this place, and the layout was quite smooth, so it was normal for the king to step on something under his feet.

When the king heard the sound of the door bolt, he was completely desperate.

Just now, it was that man who used the sickle to cut off the head of the palace mage.

Now it's his turn.

The king shivered in the corner, trembling, and kept begging, "Please, don't kill me..."

"Then look at the common people in this kingdom, what did you become because of your behavior?"

Motiti spoke, and the king actually felt that the voice was particularly... nice, so pure that it was without any impurities. Of course, it also scared him, and he suddenly woke up.

He understood the meaning of self-rewarding.

I don't know how long it took, a trace of fire came through the crack of the door, although it was not much, it was enough to illuminate the king's face that was so scared that he looked pale.

More and more rebels stepped on the bodies of the royal soldiers and raised the torches in their hands. The battle between the rebels and the royal soldiers seemed to be about to end.

Motte left only one outline in the faint fire. The king identified it from this outline, and Motte was slowly approaching him.

Seeing the shadow oath in Motte's hand, which was stained with the blood of the palace mage, the king was so scared that he closed his eyes and shook even more violently. He continued to shrank back and grinded a series of ridiculous and sad sounds on the ground.

A gust of cold wind rose, and the blade suddenly appeared in front of his neck!

"Ah!" the king screamed in surprise.

Motte held up his shadow and sweared to the cold light, but this action ended here.

"...Forget it." She said lightly, taking away the cold light of Shadow and slowly retreating.

The king had already burst into cold sweat. He didn't understand why this man was obviously capable of killing him, but he still didn't do so.

Motiti had been facing the king, retreating to the end and opened the door with his backhand. A brighter fire shone in. Motiti glanced at the king for the last time and left.

The second half of the door latch was pulled open was quickly swallowed up by dense steps and shouts, and the rebels rushed in with weapons and torches. This space was a dead end, and the king was surrounded.

On September 13, 984, the last king of Slom died at the hands of rebels. At the same time as the kingdom perished, the pedantic rule of royal power also ended.

The Royal Bucks carried the teenager Carlock and jumped off the fortress of the Palace.

Sniffing the wind that was still mixed with the aura of war, Motte looked down from the high wall, and the stag ran quickly and disappeared from sight. In the distance, the light of the morning glow was gradually rising.

Richard took out his father's royal token and looked at it, then put it away, and said to Mottei: "Now, this thing is useless."

It was only because it was his father's thing that he had kept it. From now on, Richard was no longer a nobleman, and he no longer had the power to randomly instruct the postmen in any place in the kingdom. No, it is no longer a kingdom.

"so what?"

"Aktula Island is separated from this continent by a distant ocean. If you want to go to the Aktulau Plateau, only the port on the west coast of the disputed country can have ships. As for me... I can no longer help you."

"You won't leave here?"

"Of course I have to leave here, no matter I will go with you or something, do you see, I'm always hanging the back of your car these days? Don't say you want to take me with me, then I will become a burden." Richard smiled mockingly.

Motte fell back to the ground from the high wall and left without looking back.

Richard looked back at Mottey's back and was stunned for a moment. Suddenly he didn't know what he thought about and shouted, "Will you come back? I mean... leave the Island of Arturola."

"Back." Motriti's voice came into Richard's mind through the connection established between the two.

"My heart is in Qingxue City."

Richard recalled what Motriti said just now, and he left. After leaving this place, he was going to Qingxue City to live there. No place is better than Qingxue City. The city defense is stable and closest to it. The place where the Great Alliance of Heaven can also see the style of the contractors.

Yu Mocuiti said that it was different. The ones that existed in Yu Qingxue City were her powerful enemies, and the intelligence department would not let her go. She also wanted to cover up the aura of the contractor of her ruins and steal the ancient book, so that she could completely turn against her.

The former benefactor is now standing among different forces, fighting with each other for their own interests. It is so interesting.

Also, Priest, the fool knight who mistakenly used the sacred magic to her. The feeling of bathing in the holy light is more comfortable than anything else. If only she could give her a chance to change her camp...

Suddenly, Motte felt his soul tremble, and this feeling was extremely painful, as if he would immediately lose consciousness in the next moment.

You can't think of such a thing... The contractor will die if he betrays the remains!

Mottey uses the powerful mental control that long-term meditation gives her, freeing herself from this pain.

"Wait, didn't Xiaoying just escape from Qingxue City?" Richard suddenly thought of it halfway.

That's right, but her heart couldn't escape. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!