Facing Hussein's question, Zuo Qingcang waved his hand and the black true energy swept away in one breath, wrapping Hussein up instantly.

Norman had already killed him at will, so Hussein in front of him naturally had to stay and live.

But when Hussein's body was wrapped, his body suddenly shrank and contracted, and the flames in the sky disappeared, and the entire human body turned into a concentrated spot of light.

‘Hmm? Not the real body?’

It turned out that Hussein in front of him was not a real body at all, but a wisp of consciousness was injected into the true red robe, and the clone that was operated with the help of the spiritual energy in the robe.

After all, he is different from a mage who transforms himself and fights head-only. He is a traditional mage who is more cautious, pays attention to testing weaknesses, collects intelligence, and hides his true body.

Originally, Hussein used this clone to search for the target, which is Zuo Qingcang's traces. However, after encountering Feng Hou, A Yue besieged Newman, he simply used this clone to deceive Feng Hou, but he did not expect Zuo Qingcang to appear suddenly.

The concentrated flame will burn the next moment and completely destroy the true red robe.

But as soon as the fire broke through, Zuo Zhicheng grabbed it with a palm and squeezed it out with a slight pinch.

...

Tens of kilometers away, Hussein's eyes suddenly opened, and a red light flashed by.

His forehead was already covered in cold sweat, and his eyes were filled with horror.

Richard stood aside and asked, "What's wrong?"

Hussein did not speak, but stood up suddenly. As he spoke, the trace of shock could not be cleared from his face: "Let's go back to the imperial capital."

"Ah? Don't you continue to investigate?" Richard said unexpectedly.

"There is no need." Hussein said coldly, his mouth opened and he breathed a deep breath, as if he wanted to completely erase the fright in his heart: "I thought I was just chasing a lion, but I didn't expect to directly dig out a real dragon."

"This matter must be reported to the Ministry of Magic immediately, and even... His Majesty."

...

Zuo Qingcang looked at the colorful true red robe in front of him and threw it into the imaginary space. This true red robe is enough to make any magician snatch his head, but it was just that for him.

He flashed slightly in a row, and then rushed to the position where A Yue and Fenghou stood.

Seeing Feng Hou and A Yue with a dull face in front of them, Zuo Qingcang curled his lips with a rare look: "Long time no see."

"It turned out to be a teacher..." A Yue's eyes stagnated: "The teacher actually smiled at me."

"A Yue. I just looked at it from beginning to end. It's really unsatisfactory. Have you been playing for the past twenty years?"

The familiar criticism, listening to A Yue's ears at this moment, makes people feel so relieved and at ease.

"Sorry, teacher..." A Yue lowered her head deeply, like a primary school student in class, as if she was back in her teens.

In fact, compared to ordinary Taoist priests, in just 20 years, A Yue has been able to fight back and forth with the world's top sage-level mages, and is definitely talented.

The wind on the side exhaled, "You have been away for too long this time, we all thought you were dead."

"Something happened." Zuo Qingcang thought of the 21 years he had been sleeping for, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "If you don't talk about this, where are you living now?"

"It's right in Heilong Mountain." Feng Hou said: "The remaining rebels are mainly us. Plus the pale guards and some ordinary soldiers.

All those who can leave are gone, and the rest of those who stay here are either unwilling to leave, or they cannot leave, or they have deep hatred with the empire."

After all, Atlantis and the Empire have fought for more than 20 years, and the hatred and blood in it have long been unforgettable. Masters like Fenghou and A Yue have even more unknown how many imperial soldiers donated blood in their hands.

I'm afraid that once they want to live a normal life, they will be secret arrests and the death penalty in the military court.

What's more, Ayue himself is a person who doesn't like to compromise.

Now seeing Zuo Qingcang's appearance, his eyes were full of excitement: "Teacher, will we take revenge, right?"

"Yes. But I need to understand the situation first and then decide what to do next." Zuo Qingcang waved his hand and opened the mouth of the yellow spring and released the Dragon of Disaster.

The three of them came to the back of the Dragon of Disaster, and the huge monster had soared into the sky and flew towards the direction of the Black Dragon Mountains.

Fenghou stood behind Zuo Qingcang and said, "There are thirty-one people in the Pale Imperial Guard. They can do nothing but kill people, and they will continue to join the rebel army. The only masters left are me, Ayue, Zhubang, Geo and Aval.

The rest are old, weak and disabled soldiers who have no place to go.

As for the others, those who were not dead left after the peace treaty was signed."

"Are they all okay?" Zuo Qingcang asked.

"A Yue and I are relatively lucky. Zhu Bang, this kid..." Fenghou sighed: "After the blitzkrieg of Haijing, the empire executed the entire Zhu family, and even the servants were spared.

I heard that the blood from the city lord's mansion was blocked that day."

Zuo Qingcang frowned and closed his eyes: "Continue."

"Geo was seriously injured. Who told him to attract firepower so much? The empire's mage had no choice but to do anything to him at first, but later they used something called metal emulsifier and removed him from eight pieces.

When Aval sent him back, he only had the part above his neck, and now he had no place to go with us."

"As for Aval..." Fenghou was silent for a while and continued: "Since the signing of the Peace Treaty, he has been staying in the imperial capital, and relies on his united magic to restrain the emperor and spy on intelligence.

He is probably the person with the most pressure now."

The high air flow blew across everyone's bodies, and Zuo Qingcang's black robe was blown to make a sound.

He continued to ask in a deep voice: "There are still those people alive."

Fenghou said carefully: "Dianshou, Xu Hongfei, Sun Feibai, Ji Nanxian, Jiang Qing, Li Xunyi, he went back to the Central Plains to participate in the war..."

Fenghou also reported some familiar or unfamiliar names Zuo Qingcang, but both her expression and her tone were becoming hesitant.

"Fenghou, you just talked about a lot of people." Zuo Qingcang said slowly: "But why haven't I heard the master's name? What's wrong with him?"

Silence... Fenghou swallowed his saliva, but never spoke. Maybe he didn't dare to say it, maybe he didn't want to say it.

It was not until two minutes later that Zuo Qingcang broke the silence himself.

"So that's it...I understand." Zuo Qingcang's tone seemed very calm, so calm that Fenghou couldn't help but tremble: "Is he... peaceful in the end?" (To be continued.)
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