Chapter 13 The special envoy of the association who gave up half of his life before entering the door
Even though they knew that elves and dwarves were enemies of mankind, these countries and organizations planned to wait and see how William's war turned out before making a decision.
Even waving flags and shouting must be done secretly, so that no one dares to know.
How could he treat a warlock who was targeted by the Mage Association and the Forest of Elves with kindness?
Hill didn't care about this, it was just fine not to deal with him.
There was no friendship, and there was no possibility of even asking Hill to do things, but Hill felt good about it.
But he felt a little bit that these people seemed to regard William as too kind.
Probably there are very few neutral and kind-hearted kings in this world, so their views of William deviate from reality.
Hill recalled William's style of doing things, and gloated for a while about the future that these lucky people could see.
Then he returned to the envoy of the Mage Association.
With such a hesitant attitude, should he still want to go back alive?
Hill sneered. Why didn't Frank intervene in this matter? He just wanted Hill to gain authority.
Otherwise, as long as he opens his mouth, the Mages Association will be more honest.
On the day of Frank's legend, the laws of the sky determined his status that even the gods would not dare to offend easily.
But although Hill is a blood relative of Fran, he is not a member of Fran's Magic Tower.
If you do this to Adrian, it is a direct provocation to Fran.
In the world of mages, blood relationships have little meaning.
If Hill relies on Fran to prevent this, he will only be a vassal of Fran's Magic Tower in the future.
Fran doesn't have the will to do this, so Hill has to face all these temptations independently.
But this is my grandfather's true love for Hill.
Adrian will indeed protect Hill, but he doesn't care. Hill can only rely on their magic tower to survive.
This little difference may not seem like much, but for Hill, who can live tens of thousands of years, it is actually very important.
Only those who truly love and care for him would consider it so carefully.
Most people can't see it clearly, but the higher-ups of the Mage Association understand it.
What Hill suspected was that the messenger who came to test him didn't understand.
Compared to other legends who were tempted, Hill was the one who would definitely kill someone.
In other words, the Mage Association has been testing for a long time and sent a fool out?
No, he must be an idiot with a backend.
Just like the idiot envoy who pursues the elf princess.
He was betting that Hill would give face to the Law legend behind him.
After all, Hill is young and belongs to the good camp, so he might be able to escape unscathed.
Hill stood up, washed and changed clothes.
He put on a black robe, solemn and solemn.
Amidst the magic light flying in the sky over the town, Hill stood still and looked in the direction of the western border city.
If you can't get over it after Hill has already shown a welcoming attitude, then it can be over for today.
Hill only stayed in the sky for one minute before sitting in the lobby on the third floor of the Lord's Mansion.
On the 2nd floor downstairs, the hall is filled with undead people eating food, and on the 2nd floor, there are a large number of mages making potions.
They were busy, coming in and out, and no one paid attention to what was going on here in Hill.
Even if Hill has such a good relationship with the undead, even if they take over Hill's mission and fight life and death.
But NPCs are NPCs, and all the attention is only when the undead themselves are fine.
Rather than paying attention to what Hill is doing, they want to quickly complete the task at hand and kill the enemies outside first.
This opportunity is really a great opportunity for revenge for these members of the Xueyunfeng Alliance.
Among the families that have always been at odds with each other, who doesn’t have a few regular enemies?
If they die, they can be resurrected directly in the small town church, while the gang on the opposite side has to travel 500 kilometers.
In the last days, if there wasn't a boss who kept the truth, he would have run away a long time ago. Who would do such a bad thing!
Hurry up and take advantage of this opportunity to kill the enemy a few more times, which is more important than anything else.
It is also because of this that Hill can keep his sanity and not get closer to these undead.
Hill often reminded himself that if he finally survived this chaos, he must not get completely involved.
Hill entered the Lord's Mansion when the sun was shining brightly, while the magician from the Mages Association only arrived outside the town when the night was getting darker.
Lao Mao neatly switched the giant screen to the magician.
When the undead saw him coming, they quickly started the live broadcast.
He led a group of people and hesitated for a while on the outskirts of the battlefield.
Through the window, Hill looked at a dozen people hesitating there. He could tell that they were all magicians and archmages of a very young age.
"Why does the Archmage dare to come?" Liszt asked strangely.
"The follower takes less risk?" Hill guessed, "If they provoke the legend to death, someone has to go back and report how he died? Is this here to bear witness?"
"Then what will they do now?" Liszt looked curiously, "The magician can still open a magic shield and rush in, but the archmage will die if he adds 10 layers, right?"
There are tens of thousands of magician-level people fighting outside.
And it was obvious that none of them had the qualifications to make these undead people look at them and stop fighting.
And Hill is a legend.
Even if they were looking for trouble, it was impossible for a legend to go out to greet them.
They had to rely on their own ability to enter the town gate before someone would guide them at the door of the lord's mansion.
Hill looked at the visitors who lingered for a while, and finally put on their shields and set off towards the town together.
"The person who sent someone here paid a very high price!" Hill commented lightly, "The Archmage even thinks it's worthwhile to die."
Hill watched completely unconcerned, even though two archmages accidentally died in the wall of fire caused by the flying undead.
They were already walking in the middle of the battlefield, and outside the main gate of the town was where the fiercest fighting was.
Many people who rushed out after resurrection were crowded here.
Soon another archmage died under the sword that the swordsman took out.
Hill looked at the nervous mages, and had no energy left to take care of the archmages following them.
The undead seem to have found some fun too.
Both parties in the fight did not care about the path they must pass, and increased the intensity of their attacks.
Hill looked indifferently at the magicians who walked to the gate of the town after leaving all the archmages alive.
Hill never knew that he had actually changed so much.
In the eyes of the undead, these are just disappearing data, but Hill himself knows that these people are alive.
Their lives were completely eliminated under Hill's will.
Hill is no longer the little mage who just walked out of White Horse City who doesn't want anyone to die because of him.
Hill thought in a daze that if he had just left the Salar border, he would probably have done what these people wanted and just wounded them and driven them away.
Even Hill, who traveled to Cortez, would be lenient and let go of anyone who directly angered him.
However, in fact, beating someone seriously has no warning meaning in this fantasy world.
Ordinary people, even if they have a backing, would not dare to offend professionals.
Death is really too light a thing for them.
But professionals, especially high-level professionals, have nothing to fear as long as they don't die.
No matter how noble Frank portrays Hill, in their eyes, Hill is a kind-hearted person who will not kill anyone.
Even though they knew that Hill had killed people at a low level, they were not afraid.
Do ordinary people or even low-level professionals count as human beings in these eyes?
Hill looked at the magicians indifferently, rushed into the town gate with wounds all over his body, and motioned to Liszt for Martha to greet them.
There is no need to leave time for them to tidy up their clothes.
Hill sat on the sofa in front of the hall, calmly looking at the mages brought in by Martha.
Even though they looked ugly and looked embarrassed, these people still tried hard to show Hill an image that was neither humble nor arrogant.
But collecting money to trouble Hill is enough for them to show a hint of guilt.
He looks graceful, but he always feels a little awkward.
"Your Highness Bolaño." A scholar-like wizard wearing a red robe, a long white beard, and saluting with his hands on his chest said, "Congratulations on your being crowned a legend. Please allow me
, Harris Terry, on behalf of the Masters Association, I would like to express my most sincere congratulations to you."
Hill nodded: "Thank you."
Then I just waited patiently for his follow-up.
This is a performance that both parties know what to do, and it all depends on whether the actor's ability is up to standard.
"According to the tradition of the Mage Association, please allow me to present to you the internal information of the association that only legends are qualified to view." Wizard Terry said in an arrogant tone.
He took out a stack of paper more than one meter high from the ring.
Hill smiled interestingly.
If it were other legends and there were followers around, they would naturally take over the information.
Then he could also play condescending, leave these unsealed materials, and watch his entourage hurriedly pick them up all over the floor.
Hill knew what they wanted to do when he saw these scattered papers. Although these materials had magic auras on them to ensure that people below the level of legend could not see the contents, they were not put into gift boxes.
But at this moment, there were only two tower spirits standing next to Hill.
Hill was waiting for him to send this information.
If you dare to throw it directly to the ground, Hill will kill him immediately.
What he wanted to say, he didn't even have the chance to say.
The magician held the information and was stunned for 2 seconds, then quickly sent the papers to Hill and presented them with both hands.
Hill was a little surprised. What he wanted to say to him seemed important?
Hill didn't say a word, just waved his hand and sent the papers to the small table next to him with a gust of wind.
This is something he deserves, and Hill will not throw it away without any reason.
"Your Highness Bolaño." Terry returned to his previous position and continued, "Your Highness Gillensgain asked me to ask you if you are interested in teaching wind magic? If there is no problem, the Mage Association can send someone right away.
Come."
"No." The legend of elven hybrids? Hill speculated.
"The Mages Association is willing to pay a sufficient price." Terry said very arrogantly.
"You can go away." Hill said indifferently, sitting on the noble and gorgeous sofa.
There is no double~then try your best to get votes~