The moment Zhou Qingfeng stepped into the manor, Phils Longlegs knew it.
The squire did not react, and the arcane vigilance did not work, but Oluel's anger suddenly increased.
The Frost Goddess blows a fierce cold wind in the minds of believers. Her never-ending screams penetrate the plane, and she wants to tear into pieces the mortals who dare to blaspheme herself.
The study room where Phils was sitting suddenly dropped in temperature, water vapor condensed, and the tables and chairs were covered with a layer of slippery frost. A visible cyclone formed in the room, cutting the surface and causing chills.
When he was in Coldwind City, Phils' study was spacious and bright. There were marble statues in the corners, exquisite handmade carpets on the floor, and portraits of past family heads hanging behind the long oak table.
There are beautiful maids and loyal housekeepers waiting outside the room at any time.
The family's majesty affects more than 200,000 people.
But in just a few months, Phil's study became dark and damp.
The windows are as small as chicken coops, and there is no ventilation in the house. The statues and carpets are gone, and the desk has been replaced with a miscellaneous wood model. Only the portraits of past family heads still hang on the wall behind the desk, retaining the last bit of the family's majesty.
As for the maids and housekeepers, there were some, but they were tired from their work. Phils could feel that they were less respectful of him and more perfunctory.
There was no hope, and everyone tried to jump off the sinking ship "Long Legs".
Yes, all family members.
Even the 'long-legged' knights who joined Bishop's command were nominally fighting under the orders of Phils, but everyone knew that they were just moving closer to the Butcher family.
Phils is still insisting, he hopes Bishop can win. As long as Victor Hugo, who is occupying Cold Wind City, is driven away, the Butch family may still be able to leave some leftovers for him.
but......
The nobles of the North have always been ruthless, cunning and greedy. Phils also knew that his idea was too naive. If he were the patriarch of the Butch family, his death would definitely be unclear.
It's like Old Bank proposed to execute all the captured knights of the Holden family.
In order to maximize their profits, nobles have always gone to any lengths.
Phils could only dream.
One second, he was hoping that the spies he sent would bring some exciting news. But the next second, the silence spell came.
As soon as the attendant who delivered the message reached the door, he was kicked back.
Everything was silent, except for Oluel's ear-piercing scream echoing in his mind.
The Frost Goddess screamed as if she was crazy. But she could not give Phils any help. She could only exert her power within the "Heart of Fury" in her divine kingdom, and did not dare to release her divine power into the main material world.
I was taught a lesson by Shaer last time, but Oluer was much better behaved this time.
The attendant who was kicked back collapsed a wall of the study room, and his body was embedded in the broken wall hole. The Mechanical Queen walked in from the door, and happened to meet the blade of Phils who slashed forward.
"Go back." Arcee grabbed an alloy shield and waved one arm like a whirlwind, giving Phils a fierce blow head-on.
Half a year ago, Phils chased Victor Hugo outside the Cold Wind City, and both sides suffered a defeat. This incident directly contributed to the Arad family taking the lead in the rebellion.
Phils has been thinking hard for half a year, always regretting that he failed to kill the enemy that night. He imagined countless times what he would do if he encountered his opponent again.
Unexpectedly...
Phils was knocked back by Magic Girl's blow and hit the wall behind the long table like his own attendant. The portraits of past family heads hanging on the wall fell and shattered to the ground.
As the 'Frost Priest', Phils lay on the floor and began to summon the power of frost. Oluel answered his prayer.
Ice walls, storms, frost, and a series of cold damage appear one after another.
But this time Phils was alone. While he was casting the spell, the wooden wall behind him exploded, and a giant bear came out. The thick bear claws swung down and knocked him directly into the floor.
There were big holes in the floor.
Phils had frozen ice armor on his body as protection, but the giant bear was able to smash even the ice armor, grab him out of the crack in the floor, and then beat him back like a ball.
After several repetitions, the floor was completely broken, revealing a big hole. Phils fell from the study on the second floor to the first floor. Downstairs of the study was the kitchen, and he fell on the large pot on the stove.
A precious iron pot was shattered.
The hole in the kitchen ceiling was widening, and the giant bear wanted to get down. Phils endured the pain and climbed up from the stove to escape. But the entire kitchen wall collapsed at this moment.
An oversized monster head smashed open the entire wooden wall. It opened its mouth from the outside, grabbed Phil's thigh and pulled it outward, and its strong and advantageous jaws also bit it.
ah......
Phils' thigh was bitten off alive. He felt like the world was spinning and he screamed, but no sound came out. When he woke up from the pain again, the monster had just vomited out one of his legs, and stared at him with a pair of fiery red eyes.
Phils didn't expect that he would become so vulnerable. He gasped violently and barely recognized the monster in front of him as a mechanical earth dragon.
Where did this thing come from?
A thick chain-like tail twitched quickly and flew Phils more than ten meters away. He crashed into a bunch of unknown things and fell in front of a broken water tank.
The cylinder broke, and the gush of water poured over Phils. He tried to hold up half of his body, but suddenly felt the strength in his body fading away.
Oluel realized that there was no possibility of winning the battle, so he simply gave up on this believer and withdrew all the power he had given him.
In the blink of an eye, Phils became a cripple.
The mechanical dragon was slowly approaching. There was a special saddle on the broad dragon's back, and a man wrapped in full armor sat on it.
No need to ask, Phils already knew who was coming. He shook his head and wanted to say something. But his opponent had no intention of lifting the silence spell, and did not even give him a chance to say harsh words or leave his last words.
A fine gold flying shuttle shot out, blowing up Phils' head and settling the grudge.
The massacre inside and outside the earthen courtyard of the manor came to an end. The last batch of servants and cronies who followed Phils were killed.
Mondino, who was wearing a black robe, walked out from the side of the Earthly Dragon, glanced at the oversized construct monster, and waved his staff to forcefully summon the souls of those who had just died.
Fiers' soul was supposed to go to the 'Heart of Fury', but Oluel abandoned him like trash. The souls of him and his attendants were grabbed out of the corpse by the Necromancer and squeezed out the last value.
Zhou Qingfeng sat on Di Xinglong's back, with Arcee and other maids standing beside him. They glanced at the corpse on the ground, then silently eliminated the traces and left quickly.
This operation was far smoother than expected. Zhou Qingfeng's power improved rapidly, but Phils, who was once able to compete with him, has retreated significantly.
Even without the assistance provided by Old Bank, the last patriarch of the Long-Legs family would have been dead.
Zhou Qingfeng led the team to come quietly and then left quietly. He had no intention of staying where he was to express his feelings. Simple and neat was his style.
Outside the manor, Powell had just escaped over the wall. Panting, he ran to the tree stump where he tied his horse, untied the reins, jumped on the horse's back, and whipped the horse whip to continue running away.
The rented bad horse was probably not fed enough, and it couldn't run even after being whipped a few times, and even scratched its hooves after being whipped too much.
Powell was on horseback as slowly as a leisurely walk, anxious to get off the horse and pull this beast away. His head was covered with sweat, he looked back at the dark manor, and his mind was racing with random thoughts...