"If I'm not mistaken, you are the missing Archmage of Frunzberg, right?" Standing at a normal distance that he thought was appropriate, Diedric pressed his long sword and looked at Frentzberg.
Ge asked coldly.
"It's me." Frunzberg nodded and admitted with a smile: "It's really not easy to see the Grand Knight Commander of the Holy Demon Empire here."
"Can you tell me why a great magician would sink to the top, give up his climb to the top, and go to the realm of forbidden magic to associate with mortals?" Didric stared at Frunzberg and asked.
"Succumbing to self-destruction? Ah, what an interesting word." Frunzberg smiled self-deprecatingly, and then replied: "Child, I don't think I am surrendering to self-destruction, I think I am using another word.
A more effective way to climb to the top."
Diedrich was stunned for a moment, and then thought he heard a very funny explanation. He did not feel that Frunzberg was answering his question, he felt that the other party was playing with him as a fool.
So he angrily took a step forward with his long sword: "You are saying that you gave up the most privileged position, gave up the lofty magic tower, came to the mortal country, and lived in a place without magic.
Use more effective methods to climb to the top of the magic field?"
"Yes! Is there anything wrong?" Frunzberg's smile became even wider: "I came here because there are things that interest me and people that interest me. It can be said that,
I am closer to those unreachable truths than before, which is a feeling that I could not even imagine before."
He didn't wait for Didric to speak again, and continued: "To be honest, the lack of magic here is really disturbing, but I think the price paid is worth it."
"Those...the weapons that shot down the Dragon Knight were produced with your help, right?" Didric couldn't help but asked what he was most interested in: "You are helping mortals! Right?"
"
"No, no, no! On the contrary! Mr. Knight Commander! It's mortals who are helping me." Frunzberg said seriously: "In the field of knowledge, mortals' imagination and creativity are more powerful than I thought.
.Maybe they don’t understand magic, but they are creating an order and realm comparable to magic!”
"That's why I'm standing here! Because what they are building is completely new and completely different from magic!" Frunzberg stretched out his hand and made a grabbing motion: "You can imagine it.
, the path of transcendence that we have been looking for lies in these mortal worlds!"
"What nonsense! You were just bewitched by a group of ants! You actually tried to learn how to defeat the dragon from the ants!" Diedrich still didn't believe Frunzberg's words. He thought what the other party said was simply fantasy.
He simply didn't want to believe what he had just experienced.
Pointing to a giant dragon lying dead on the ground in the distance, Frunzberg argued with a smile: "Those giant dragons are now being digested by ants, right?"
"You are provoking a dragon knight! The great magician!" Drawing out the long sword from his waist, Didric's anger had spread. His armor was surrounded by a sea of scorching flames, and the air around him began to distort.
.
Frunzberg didn't make any moves, he didn't even waste the magical coldness in his body, he just stood there so relaxed, as if the person standing in front of him was not a dangerous dragon knight, but a three-year-old naughty boy.
Same.
But the mortals next to him were different. These people raised the revolvers in their hands and pointed the black muzzles at Diedric and Ildor.
It means to be relaxed.
Ildor spread his hands, made a gesture of not caring about anything else, and then slowly stepped away to the side. On the contrary, Diedric suddenly strode forward, and the flames on his body gathered in his free left hand.
, looks more dangerous.
"Bah! Bah!" Behind Frunzberg, the Guards soldiers did not hesitate at all, and fired a series of shots at Diedrich. The bullets whizzed past Frunzberg and went straight towards him.
Towards the opposite target.
Didric swung his long sword and luckily blocked a bullet flying towards him. The bright sword wrapped with magical energy splashed with sparks, and a huge force that almost made him unable to hold the hilt erupted from his hand.
Uploaded.
More bullets passed over his long sword and directly hit the armor on his body. Due to the blessing of magical defense, Diedric was not immediately beaten to a pulp. However, the huge impact was still transmitted to his body.
on, forcing him to stop and stagger back.
What was going on? Why was the most dangerous magician about to be defeated before he even took action? Such an idea came to his mind, and Diedric fell to the ground before he could stand firm.
He touched his waist with his hand and found that blood had seeped out from the gaps in the armor. The blood was also filled with a faint blue light, which looked really attractive.
After dispersing the fireball in his hand and holding his body with his hands, Didric felt that his life was passing away. He stared at Frunzberg unwillingly and shouted loudly: "The Holy Demon Empire will definitely
Deal with you, the traitor..."
"Bang!" There was another round of intensive shooting from the opposite side, and this time the bullets hit Diedrick's body firmly. One bullet hit his forehead, leaving a
A hole as thick as a little finger.
"Why don't you just listen to me? It's a pity." Frunzberg walked towards Diderik's body lonely, sighing with regret as he walked. Halfway through, he looked at the man standing beside him.
Ildo, who was holding his hands, had a curious expression on his face.
"Young man, it seems that you should be fighting side by side with your Grand Knight Commander. Why are you holding back?" Standing next to Didric's body, Frunzberg asked with interest.
"Me? I don't know either. I can't tell. I just think what you said makes some sense." Ildor watched Frentzberg take out all the magic replenishing liquid on Diedric and stuff it in.
Pocket, replied dumbfounded.
"Oh? Then tell me, what is the truth of what I said?" Frunzberg also became interested and did not leave immediately, but continued to ask.
"If these mortal weapons can shoot down the dragon knights of our Holy Demon Empire, then is it possible that these weapons can also shoot down... the Eternal Empire..." Ildor stared at Frunzberg, seeming to hope that in the future...
The answer was affirmative in the other person's eyes.
Frunzberg laughed, seriously for the first time, pointed to his head and praised: "That's a good question, kid! That's a good question! You are much smarter than this stupid guy! At least you are
Bring your brains!"
"Aren't you afraid that we will dispatch more soldiers to attack the Forbidden Demon Realm? If the Holy Demon Empire uses its true power, Ailandhir will turn into hell overnight." Ildo felt that he was making a mistake.
Choice, a very difficult choice.
"Ninety percent of the combat power of the Holy Demon Empire is at the magic barrier in the west! This is the biggest secret that the Holy Demon Empire has always concealed from mortals. Of course, it is no longer the case." Frunzberg pointed.
Self: "I told you everything! This is the biggest trump card for Ailan Hill to dare to fight against the Holy Demon Empire!"
"...You actually, actually told all this! That is the truth of this world! You actually told such an important thing to a mortal?" Ildo looked at Frunzberg in shock.
"Have you ever thought about it? What if the truth is not in the west, but in the east?" Frunzberg was silent for two seconds and took out a small metal cylinder from his loose robe.
"What is this?" Ildo had never seen such a round and smooth metal cylinder, and asked subconsciously.
"A standard bearing entwined with magic! It can work for ten years without wear and tear!" Frunzberg explained: "The combination of mortal technology and magic, the first product of the Ellenhill Magic Industry!
"
Ildo looked like I don't understand what you said. He shrugged his shoulders, walked to Frunzberg's side, and held Diedrich's body: "I don't know what you are talking about, but
Our war is not over yet...just wait for the wrath of the Holy Demon Empire's revenge."
"Oh, if you didn't tell me, I almost forgot." Frunzberg gently patted his forehead and said, "Please go back to the Holy Demon Empire now and tell Joseph, the supreme governor of the East.
Bakalov, before all-out war begins, I have something to discuss with him!"
"Such a discussion?" Looking at Didric's body lying at his feet, Ildor asked with a sneer.
"What I can guarantee is that if he doesn't take action, we will never do anything that damages our honor or violates diplomatic ethics." Frunzberg stretched out his hand and made a begging gesture.
"..." After glaring at Frunzberg for a few seconds, Ildor felt that what he encountered today was really a ghost. He angrily took out his magic replenishing fluid and patted it on the
into the hands of the robber Frunzberg: "Is this what you call diplomatic ethics?"
"No!" Frunzberg stuffed the magic replenishing solution into his robe with satisfaction, and denied it as a matter of course: "This is just the friendship between us, and has nothing to do with diplomacy or anything."
After he finished speaking, he paused and called to Ildo who was dragging the body away: "Don't attack any mortal village! Otherwise I will wring your neck myself."
