Fen Byron was not interested in Xuan Weizi's words. He asked: "It seems that Master Nelum is just being used by you. He probably doesn't even know that he has been used as a puppet by you."
"It's not that exaggerated." Xuan Weizi said: "And taking advantage of this kind of thing is inherently mutual. Nelem hopes for a longer life and more abundant enjoyment. This is why he is using me."
"Then what do you want to do?" Finn Byron himself was thinking as he said: "Most of Nelum's children are scattered in the richest Black Rock Province. Now in order to take back Fire Dance City, they have gathered together and become our legion.
The chief is the first target to kill. And you are taking advantage of this in turn, which shows that you also need to weaken Nelem’s core force...Are you planning to expand in the Black Rock Province?"
Xuan Weizi said: "Black Rock Province is rich in natural resources. If managed well, it will indeed be the basis for establishing a country and separatist rule."
Finn Byron smashed the table and retorted angrily: "Then why don't you cooperate with us?! The legion commander and I also plan to build a country with Fire Dance City as the center and encompassing the surrounding provinces. We are Binele
Why do you have to choose that cowardly and incompetent Nelem when there is a better partner for you to work with?"
"You have already told me the reasons." Xuan Weizi replied with great interest: "I am a greedy and arbitrary person. Do you think I might succumb to Fusman and be driven by him? Don't think about it.
, I don’t trust you, just like you don’t trust me. Since we don’t like each other, it’s better to decide the winner as soon as possible.”
Finn Byron was filled with grief and anger, and then heard Xuan Weizi continue to say: "You and I are in different positions, and the methods we adopt are also different. I may not build a country myself. That approach is too eye-catching and lacks external publicity.
There is room for maneuver, which is why I want to keep Nelem.
And even if you want to be independent, you still have to pay attention to strategy. As a centralized hub for trade and transportation, Huowu City is destined to be an area rich in risks and crises. Just like you and Fusman, leading the powerful Imperial Legion, you could have
If we capture a larger piece of land in the separatist state, aren't we bound by Huowu City?"
Finn Byron himself had thought of this before. He sneered and asked, "Is this why you chose to develop in a remote place like Woodpile Town?"
Xuan Weizi raised his hand and pointed at the crystal instrument hanging above. The light and shadow changed, showing the map scene of Huowu City, Golden Crown Wood Dominion, and the surrounding environment. He heard him say: "Actually, you asked me if I had deliberately planned to build the city in Chai Dui Town.
If you want to do something big, then you are simply thinking too much. I am just facing the development and evolution of things, and promoting and guiding them while adapting.
After all, Chaidui Town is too remote and poor. Its various conditions are not as good as Huowu City, and it may not be more prosperous than Huowu City in the future. But it is often because of its remoteness and poverty, and there are not too complicated interest disputes, so it is easy to build it from scratch.
.What’s more, I don’t expect to build Chaihei Town into a prosperous metropolis.”
"You don't plan to take control of Fire Dance City, but you want to expand your power to Black Rock Province, and even use our legion to dismantle Nelem's power... I'm very curious, are you and the power behind you planning to send the faction to the Black Rock Province?
Who will govern such a large area?" asked Finn Byron.
Xuan Weizi looked directly at Finn Byron and said, "I have found the right candidate."
Fen Byron was stunned when he heard this, his face changed slightly, and then he yelled in person: "Are you kidding?! Do you think I will surrender to you?!"
Xuan Weizi pinched his chin and said: "Have you seen the bard just now? His personality was distorted by me using a spiritual energy called 'Mind Demon Seed'. Theoretically, I can also do it to you
I am not entirely in control of the direction in which the personality consciousness of people who have been assimilated and distorted by the 'Mind Demon Seed' will develop, and it may not necessarily lead to positive growth, and may become mentally retarded...
Oh, having said all that, I just hope that you can surrender, and I can make you the governor of Huowu City, so that you can realize your ideals here."
Finn Byron shuddered when he heard this. Although he had heard of cases where people had completely changed their temperament after being fabricated by the deception mage, but that did not happen to him after all. If he was really transformed by the "Mind Demon Seed"
, then maybe I am no longer myself.
The demise of "self" is often more frightening than the decay of physical life.
"Okay, it's almost time. It's time for you to give me an answer." Xuanweizi kept asking Hengmasizi to observe the battle situation outside the city.
Fen Byron also understood what this meant. In fact, since just now, text messages have been coming from the communication artifact in his hand, but the slightest chill exuding from Xuan Weizi made him dare not reach out.
Touching it makes you feel like your body will be in a different place in the next moment.
"I surrendered. What are you going to do with Commander Fursman?" Finn Byron asked.
Xuan Weizi said: "Of course it's a dead end, why would I leave you a way out?"
"Then what if I don't surrender?" Fen Byron asked with a serious look on his face.
"If you die, Fusman will die as well." Xuan Weizi replied calmly.
Fen Byron took a deep breath, as if all his strength had been drained from his whole body, and he was about to fall into a pool of blood.
But at this moment, a black light flashed suddenly. Wolf beside him had just yelled for half a sound, and he didn't even see what happened.
, Finn Byron's body was intercepted by several sword rays in succession, and he was bleeding and torn to pieces on the spot.
"Ignorance." Xuan Weizi's face was expressionless. Three feet away in front of him, there was a gorgeous fine gold dagger hovering motionless. The sword was filled with sinister negative energy. It must have been enchanted with something very poisonous.
The effect of necromantic magic. Xuanweizi also sensed a trace of potent poison adhering to the edge of the blade, which ensures that people will be poisoned if they scratch the oily skin.
Finn Byron was dying and did not cast a spell. Instead, he threw out this poison-enchanted adamantine dagger that must have been expensive to make. His severed hand grabbed the legendary artifact that looked like a small iron box.
It's a pity that when Fen Byron's thoughts arise in his mind, Xuan Weizi senses them. What's more, how can he talk to him without any preparation?
"Doctor, it seems that your kindness is not accepted." Wolf released his grip on the ax handle and glanced at Finn Byron, who was cut into pieces by the sword light. He was still trying to contact the outside world before he died.
"It doesn't matter. I didn't expect to be able to persuade him to surrender." Xuan Weizi said: "This kind of person cannot be swayed by words, and what I want is not a person who is controlled by magic...
Let’s go, Nelem should need our support.”
…
A commando team composed of mysterious knights relied on the "Flying Technique" and "Acceleration Technique" to quickly approach, attacking the city-breaking heavy crossbows that were busy loading from the flanks, and eliminated the soldiers guarding next to them with three strikes, five strikes, and two strikes, and controlled them one after another.
Several city-breaking heavy crossbows, after a little adjustment, were fired at the army array with their backs, causing corpses to fly everywhere and tearing blood lines in the crowd.
"Father! Our city-breaking heavy crossbow is under control!"
When Nelem heard the news, he said to a high mage next to him: "You cover me!"
After saying this, he took out a platinum-colored long scroll inlaid with gold and diamonds, pulled it and unfolded it, and with the sound of incantations echoing in the surrounding space, a three-dimensional magic array composed of several longitude and latitude lines appeared in front of Nelem, and dazzling light flickered.
Nelum heard another scream and couldn't help but look back.
I saw that my only son who had touched the sixth level of arcane magic was being held by Fusman's throat at this moment. He was holding a flame mage's sword and pierced his chest, and billowing smoke came out from the black wound on his chest and back.
, it seems that it is completely hopeless to save him.
"Nelum, you have to be faster." Fusman's voice came from mid-air, and he raised his hand to throw off the body. "I have already killed most of your sons. If you still want to keep a few,
As a descendant, you should probably run away as soon as possible!"
Nelem endured the grief and finished reciting the spell, and two blade golems appeared in the magic circle. This golem was like a skeleton made of fine gold. In silence, the eighteen scythes of fine gold folded together. Once
When activated, the eight slender spider-like legs below support the body and can move quickly in all directions, and can jump seventy or eighty feet with a single leap.
Not to mention that the eighteen-piece adamantine scythe rotates and kills like a propeller. It is the king of melee combat. Even a high-level warrior wearing adamantine plate armor can be chopped into meat by a rotating blade!
Nelem asked two blade golems to jump to support like spiders, blocking the commando team composed of mysterious knights, and the fierce battle continued. And he himself took out another ice-blue scroll, and just skinned it.
The extremely precious gem dust crystal fabric is used, and the refreshing frost aura is visible to the naked eye.
"Father, help! Help me!" Nelem heard another call coming from his ears. This time it was a daughter. Nelem still had a vague impression that he had not seen this daughter for a long time.
He drugged the wine and got her into bed. If he hadn't seen her wearing the necklace he gave to his mistress, an incest incident between father and daughter would have occurred.
This daughter's arcane achievements were not high, but Nelem loved her very much and was reluctant to let her marry an ordinary rich man. Unexpectedly, she fell into the hands of Fusman and was stepped to the ground by him.
"Keep Fusman for me, don't let him escape!" Nelem no longer hesitated, and with a fierce heart, he said to the high mage who was protecting him.
The high mage was also startled, but the battle situation was so urgent that there was no room for hesitation. With every movement of his hand, as the spell fell, large black, thick, and extremely tough "black tentacles" appeared around Fusman.
Together with Nelem's daughter, they were wrapped together in a roll, and the two figures were almost invisible. The black tentacles kept squeezing inward, and a bull or a strong horse could be easily strangled to death.
With a bang, a large piece of black tentacles was blown apart from the inside out by the "Advanced Explosion Technique", and the broken tentacles flew off like octopus tentacles. They instinctively squirmed a few times and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Is this all you have?"
Fusman stepped on the charred corpse and was about to laugh loudly when the surrounding ground was shrouded in shadow. When he looked up, there was actually a giant pointed iceberg with a radius of sixty feet, falling with the force of a collapse!
The iceberg fell to the ground, shaking all the fields. For a while, the sky was shattered and the ground was like waves. When the iceberg fell to the ground and cracked, huge pieces of ice as big as rhinoceros and elephants were splashed in all directions. Each piece was comparable to a giant stone bullet fired by a trebuchet.
The ground that divided the enemy and ourselves was smashed into the surrounding crowd. The surrounding ground was instantly whitened by the force of frost, and the violent vibrations were enough to overturn the sturdy tower shield guards to the ground.
The battlefield outside Huowu City was silent for a moment. No matter which side they were on, they were all shocked by this shocking arcane power. Just the flying pieces of ice smashed some mages who were unable to dodge in mid-air to pieces on the spot.
His head was shattered, not to mention that Legion Commander Fusman was hit head-on by such a huge iceberg that was more than a hundred feet high. After the collision, half of the iceberg that was fifty or sixty feet high was still pressed on top!
Nelem, who was protected by the high mage's "Elastic Sphere", looked at the "Iceberg Crash" scroll in his hand that gradually dissipated into spell ashes. He held back tears and gasped with dry mouth.
Although he defeated Fusman in one fell swoop, he spent a lot of money to buy this scroll from the court mage of the Kingdom of Jarnod. It was originally a weapon that could annihilate hundreds of enemy troops in one blow. He didn't expect to have to use it specifically.
Dealing with Fusman alone, and even losing one of his own daughters, is really heartbreaking and painful~
But otherwise, Nelem really felt that there was no good way. Although Forsman was interfered by the "wide-area dimensional lock" and unable to teleport, but with the arcane armor on him, his flying speed was already comparable to that of a fired crossbow bolt.
The various resistances and immunity are ridiculously high, so you can only rely on the simplest and purest strength to strike.
However, the clumsy golem is not enough to shake Fusman, who is now wearing arcane armor. Maybe he, blessed by various magics, can really compete with the golem's strength.
"Fortunately, the mage will always find a way, even if you are the 'Son of the Fire Demon'..."
Click!
The towering iceberg standing on the ground made a cracking sound. Inside the blue-white iceberg, a ball of fire slowly rose. With the sound of cracking rocks, the entire iceberg exploded again. But this time, there was no ice to hurt anyone.
In such a situation, the extreme high temperature turns the ice cubes into steaming white gas midway through the flight.
And in the billowing white air that could steam and roast the wild boar, a figure walked out with a slightly heavy pace. There was the sound of scratching armor, a heavy breathing sound like a lion, and a shocking roar.
Voice:
"Ne-lem-mu-"
The sky was blazing with fire, Fusman stepped out, and the flames blew away the steaming white air. Although the arcane armor was more than half broken at this moment, and his naked upper body was injured in many places, the "Son of the Fire Demon" was even more arrogant and blazing, completely unlike him.
A mage raised his arms and fisted.
After "Arcane Energy Replacement", the flames with the dissociation effect covered his arms. Forsman flew up on the wave of fire, and then punched down, directly destroying the "Elastic Magic" that protected Nelem and another high mage.
"Ball smashed!"
Nelem's mind went blank for a moment, his mouth wide open in surprise, and the high mage beside him ignored him. He turned around and ran away in fear, completely lacking the intelligence and calmness of a spell caster. In his embarrassment, he even stepped on his own mage's robe.
He fell to the ground on the spot, his eyeball hit a sharp stone and penetrated into his skull, ending his life like a comedy.
Nelem reacted immediately and was about to cast a teleportation spell instantly, but was shocked to realize that he was still within the range of the "wide-area dimensional lock".
And Forsman stepped forward, and an uppercut wrapped in blazing flames hit Nelem's chin directly. Even with the constant "magic repulsion" to protect him, he couldn't stop the arcane energy generated.
The flames. Even if most of the damage was offset by relying on "Fire Immunity" and "High Mage Armor", Nelem was still dizzy, his teeth were smashed, and he was in so much pain that he could not speak.
"That's it?" Forsman hit Nelem with a left hook that made stars shine in his eyes, and a right hook that made Nelem salivate. Forsman was like a boxer in the ring, holding Nelle
Mu was used as a sandbag, or he hooked the back of the neck and hit him hard with his knees, or he whipped his legs sideways to sweep Nelem down.
"That's it?!" Fursman grabbed Nelem's hair and roared, smashing his head onto the ground over and over again, creating a shallow crater.
And when Forsman was about to vent the frustration he felt during these days, he was surprised to feel a chill that went straight to his soul!
Fusman stopped and looked at the sky above the city wall. A blurry figure threw a round object towards him.
Fusman let go of Nelem and instinctively moved backwards. The round thing seemed to have spirituality. It fell to the ground and kept rolling after Fusman. It wasn't until the rolling stopped that Fusman could see clearly -