The Twin Towers shocked the ancient continent because of the "red ice", and the strength of Grand Duke Grylls of Cisse strengthened again. The disputes on the border of the Golden Halberd Plain suddenly decreased, and Kamerin's name resounded throughout the sky.
All kinds of speculations drifted away in the wind, and countless gossips fermented into answers. But no one knew that the person who was called the "cornerstone of the Principality" was laughing sinisterly at this moment.
"Chlois, we haven't seen each other for another year, have you brought the news I need?" A cold voice echoed in the stone chamber of the left tower of the Twin Stars. Grand Duke Grylls of Cisse, and the Great Magister of Fire
Kamerin sits in the shadows.
"My lords, after many years of spying, I have initially grasped the core power of King Augu." Croois always lowered his head and tried his best to put his hands in the open space.
One Grand Magister, one Divine Knight, two Great Swordsmen. Seventeen high-ranking knights under thirty years old, and four Magisters under twenty-five years old.
The number of the Douqi Legion is 26,000, and the number of the Magic Legion is 5,000. The reserves of weapons, potions, and magic crystals are very sufficient.
The Imperial Academy is now divided into two parts. One is the Dou Qi branch that remains at the original site, and the other is occupied by the newly built Four Color Tower.
After rough statistics, these follow-up reserves will expand the Imperial Legion again within three years. By then...it will also be the end of our Cisse Principality.
And... Moreover, that Yuri also advanced to the peak a few months ago. And he created a powerful spell called "Blazing Soul Shackles".
Thanks to the rise of the Secret Art Market, the economy of Aogu City has also undergone qualitative changes. From the original crane tail of the Aogu continent, it has leapt to an existence that can challenge us, Xisai.
"The above is my report for this year, and the collections of the major principalities are also in this storage bag." Croois kept his head lowered, not daring to peek at the three adults in the shadow.
The moonlight shines through the glass window, making the already rough bluestone ground even more blurry. The huge shadow is like a ferocious beast, but the most deadly thing is the dominance within its body.
"Thank you for your hard work. Since I have nothing else to do, I'll leave first. As for the rest, I'll leave it to you two adults." Grand Duke Grylls stepped out of the shadows and said with a smile.
"Then I'll go back too. My child, you made a mistake, a mistake that should never be made." Grand Magister Kamerin grinned and left shortly after.
Creak! Bang! The thick wooden door closed again, and the stone house fell into dead silence again. Croois never raised his head or looked at his mentor.
"Did Paradise Circus relax your nerves? Are years of wandering an excuse for deception?"
"Why should the dead souls who are already in purgatory yearn for the sky and look forward to the sunshine that does not belong to them?"
"The true essence of a magician is killing, which is no different from a butcher's knife and similar to bricks and stones."
"Since your father, you have been destined to shed the last drop of blood for the Principality of Xisai. But your current appearance makes me very ashamed."
A sound like ten thousand years of ice-cold sound surged through the stone house, instantly shattering all the glass windows and almost reducing the left tower of the Twin Stars to nothing.
The city guards who came after hearing the news were dispersed by the two adults. The High Court fell into chaos tonight, and swords were pointing at each other. Everyone knows that there is a crazy great mage in Cisse, but few people know his story.
"Magic cannon." The person sitting in the shadow spoke three syllables again.
"I'm very disappointed in you. Since you can't complete your mission, then disappear." The man sighed and slowly took out his weapon.
The violent buzzing sound was like a stormy sea, without any mercy or hesitation. The Twin Towers, which were originally in chaos, calmed down instantly, and every magician stood blankly in place.
"The honey badger roars, the vulture twists, the liger and the tiger fight with each other's enthusiasm, the huge shadow within the dark clouds, in my name, the fearless will!"
Kurois slowly stood up from the pool of blood, but before he could take a step, he fell to his knees again.
"The polyp splits, the octopus eats itself, the humble immortal life, the dwindling hundred-eyed sucker, in my name, force healing!"
Chloe woke up from a coma, but his pupils had long lost their luster. Saliva continued to flow from the corners of his mouth, and the smell of feces and urine instantly emerged.
"My lovely apprentice, why did you choose to hide it? And why did you return to High Court after making your decision?"
"It's nothing to live up to! I have taught you countless times that as a magician, you must maintain the most basic unruliness."
"Take me to say hello to your father who lives in the Hall of Valor, and by the way, your mother."
"Goodbye, my only spiritual sustenance, my mind is strangled!"
Boo! A sound like pricking a bubble appeared instantly, and Croois's body finally stopped. The shadow of death was expanding infinitely, but the moonlight reflected the last shadow person.
Hercules, the Great Magister of the Nervous System, is the master of the Wand of Proverbs. He is absolutely loyal to Highgarden, and in terms of combat strength alone, he is far superior to Camerin.
However, he suffered from a serious illness in his early years, and although he survived in the end, he suffered from schizophrenia. This kind of disease is fine if it does not occur, but it will definitely relapse, and it will make him unable to distinguish between friend and foe.
It was a night many years ago when spies from other principalities broke into the Twin Towers. However, Hercules, who happened to be unconscious, killed them with a wave of his hand.
And what's even more terrifying is that the great swordsman was slowly "resurrected" and turned into a slave like a puppet. As the instigator, Hercules also killed countless people, including countless unlucky ghosts from the same principality.<
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If Camerin is the most dangerous gunpowder, then Hercules is a three-winged killer comparable to the Dark Elf. Neurological magicians are very rare, which is also related to the difficulty of their training.
Neurological magicians are what outsiders call them, but most of them themselves call themselves "thinkers." Innate magic is the foundation, strong mental power is the backing, and it also requires boring practice day and night.
"I don't know how long I can remain loyal to Cisse. Should I go directly to get King Ogu." Hercules looked at the night sky and murmured.
Although red ice can greatly increase the strength of a magician instantly, this kind of opportunistic thing is not a long-term solution for the development of the principality.
Hercules is a very traditional and mean person. Everything he says and does represents the standards of ancient magicians, and his existence is like a textbook.
Therefore, although he recognized Kamerin's strength, he never took it seriously. In his opinion, the other party was just a kid who was acting recklessly with his talent.
Magic incantations are sacred gifts, and neglecting to recite them is blasphemy. Killing is a professional's mission, and slacking off is spiritual abandonment.
What twin towers, what genius magicians, what self-created spells. Hercules chose to forget these things from the moment he set foot on the battlefield.
In his eyes, the Wand of Proverbs is his most reliable partner, and the dragon crystal in the storage bag is the source of support for killing. The so-called meaning of life is not life or death.
"Come here, go to the Principality Academy immediately while I'm still awake." Hercules slowly walked out of the Twin Towers, the mage robe on his body always sharp and sharp.