I Will Be The Crowned King

At 2:31, forty minutes have passed since the start of the feint battle.

In the dark environment, Anson, who held Lisa's little hand, followed behind Louis and walked towards the deserted street. The trembling Carin Jacques stayed close to the center of the crowd, writing "Brave" from head to toe. .

The dull sound of shelling and explosions constantly came from the palace gate, which was a sea of ​​fire. The roar that passed through the small half of the city was accompanied by the ground shaking slightly, making the already deserted and dark streets seem even more deadly.

"The location where we are now is called the 'West Wing Promenade', which is a relatively remote urban area in the Royal Court of Iser." The young knight walking in front of the road led the way and introduced to the crowd:

"The city of Iser Elf has... its own characteristics. Just like their army, it is not completely divided according to the highland of wealth or position, but also according to blood source."

"Usually, the entire royal court begins with the royal palace that symbolizes the status of the Moses Field family. From east to west, the streets closer to the West Gate are the weaker the blood of the elves, and the less they are valued; otherwise, the stronger the blood, the better the status. more expensive."

"Therefore, in urban areas such as the West Wing Promenade, which are close to the city gate, the people who live in the most meager 'remnant blood' half-elves and humans; there are hardly any patrolling guards and almost no infrastructure. , not even considered part of the royal court by many elves."

Just like the outer city of Clovis City... Anson secretly thought in his heart.

"According to what you said, if we go to the royal court, we have to pass through most of the city?" The black-robed priest said desperately.

He is almost regretting his bowels now - if he knew this was the result, he might as well drink coffee in the dungeon of Clovis Cathedral!

"Yes..." Louis paused, looked back at Carin Jacques and smiled:

"Neither."

Anson next to him sighed.

If it was the former Louis, he would never make such a joke, he would only explain it in a serious manner, and he would blushed with excitement when he was refuted; now...

"Near the West Wing Promenade City, there is an underground passage that leads directly to the palace." Louis replied: "From there we can directly pass through the entire Iser Royal Court, avoid the guards outside, and enter the palace directly from the inside. ."

"This passage is a secret of the Moses Field family, known only to members of the royal family."

This answer calmed the panicked Carin Jacques a little, but at the same time created new questions:

"So...then how did you know?"

Before he finished speaking, the young knight's figure shook, his suddenly flushed cheeks turned straight ahead, and the pace of his feet suddenly quickened a lot.

An Sen sighed again, the difference is that this time his expression was a lot more relieved.

Sure enough, honest people will not change...

Just as the group continued to move forward, the girl holding Borny suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter, Lisa?"

An Sen, who was almost dragged down, squatted down and asked while pressing the little head of the girl.

"It's nothing." Lisa shook her head desperately, her big eyes like clear gems in the middle of the night: "It's..."

"that is……"

"It just feels like it's so quiet around here." Lisa said loudly, "It's quiet and nothing."

"Well, of course it's quiet."

Looking at the innocent Lisa, even though he knew that Anson could not bring a little girl who was helpless, Carin Jacques, who was shivering just now, couldn't help showing a "loving" smile: "Because we are fighting, so everyone has been hiding early..."

"you shut up!"

An Sen, whose pupils shrank suddenly, shouted sharply.

The black-robed priest immediately covered his mouth obediently, curled up and hid aside.

Louis, who also suddenly realized something, held the handle of the knife around his waist and looked around alertly.

"When there is a war, the city is usually very chaotic, right?" Lisa's innocent words echoed in the middle of the empty street:

"Everywhere is on fire, it's smoking, it's messy, there are bad guys bullying people, robbing things, the house has been destroyed, the ground is full of blood, and it smells so bad..."

"But here, there is nothing here!" Lisa said loudly.

The girl did not raise her voice deliberately, but in the dead silence, it seemed a little harsh; in the dead silence, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of shelling at the main entrance of the Royal Court in the distance.

In the darkness of darkness, the expressions of the three of them gradually became solemn, and a strange emotion gradually spread in their hearts.

The black-robed priest even paralyzed on the ground exaggeratedly, with an uneasy look on his face, as if a group of invisible "beings" were whispering in his ear, and the icy piercing claws climbed up his neck bit by bit along the spine, He choked his throat tightly.

Yes, there is nothing here.

There are no broken walls and ruins after riots and riots, no traces of battles, no bones of ordinary believers who were slaughtered, no streets filled with blood... nothing.

Does that make sense for a big city that has just experienced riots and civil war?

This is very unreasonable!

Anson suddenly looked up at Louis: "How far is this from the underground passage?!"

"Probably two more streets to cross."

The young knight held back his hot cheeks and said with a serious expression: "That place is very secret, just in case, I made an appointment with Judge Chanis to keep him nearby, and let me take you there. ."

Inquisitor Chanis... A taciturn, slightly bloated middle-aged man appeared in An Sen's mind, who frowned slightly; he was wearing a somewhat dirty inquisitor uniform, with sparse broken hair and a face that stayed up all night. Wearing an old pipe made of briar wood, he also carried a cuboid-shaped "shoulder bag" behind him.

"Is he okay alone?"

It's not that he doubts the Inquisitor's strength. It's really hard for An Sen to believe that he is a master who is good at stealth and knows where to hide.

"Of course there is no problem." Louis seemed to be quite confident in him:

"I talked to Your Excellency Chanis, he is a talent of the 'Wind Knight' bloodline power. Although this type of talent has a variety of abilities, they are basically good at concealing their whereabouts because of their abilities. ."

"Almost two years ago, when I was still in Xiaolong City, I once met a young man from the Phoenix family. 'Wind Knight' was his ancestor; his bloodline power was related to 'Hidden', even if Standing in front of you and talking loudly, you wouldn't notice his presence at all..."

"Boom-!!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, the four of them who had not yet figured out what had happened suddenly raised their heads, and saw thick smoke billowing from the street not far away, mixed with countless gravels and ashes, rising into the sky.

Staring blankly at the flying sand in the sky, the four of them looked at each other.

"Uh...then what..." The frightened black-robed priest raised his right hand tremblingly and pointed in the direction of the smoke: "The underground passage you said, shouldn't it be..."

"It's over there." The young knight was equally stunned.

Anson: "..."

………………

"Boom-!!!!"

There was another roar under the dead starry sky, and white smoke mixed with sand, dust and water vapor enveloped the entire street, "flowing" to the surroundings like a liquid.

The pale-faced Iser elf stood in the middle of the smoke. There were several very obvious penetrating wounds on the left cheek, chest and waist and abdomen. Tender granulation sprouts grew from the bleeding wounds, extending on one side. While spewing yellow-brown pus, it turned into a rotting sarcoid and repaired the wound.

A staggering, twisted shadow was reflected in his still bleeding pupils, wrapped in a worn black triangle hat and turtleneck trench coat, smoking an old-fashioned briar pipe, and carrying a spit on his shoulders The long sickle of white smoke, the scattered smoke and dust surrounded him.

No, that's no ordinary "smoke", it's...

"Cough cough... You run very fast."

The dull smoke sounded in the smoke, mixed with a heavy cough, which made the face of the Iser elf even paler: "In my impression, I don't seem to have seen a blood mage running so fast."

"But...that's right."

"Ether elves and humans are not the same species in the first place... Cough cough... Then again, to what extent can a guy who becomes a spellcaster, especially a blood mage, be considered an 'original species'?"

"This is really...cough cough...a headache...cough cough..."

As Chanis staggered, the bloodless Iser elf clenched his teeth, the wound on his body was filled with sarcoma, and the overflowing plasma was replaced by pus.

"I don't know much about these academic issues. When I was young, in order to pass the hard-memorized textbooks, I almost forgot about it."

Chanis stopped, and the pipe at the corner of his mouth exhaled a thick plume of smoke: "Now I am better at finding answers with 'field experiments'."

Before he finished speaking, the scythe on his shoulder was smashed to the ground by Chanis, and his staggering steps turned into a black afterimage, rushing towards the elf.

The ruthless scythe screeched like a death knell, sending a string of sparks across the ground.

"clang!"

Just as it was about to be split in two, the frightened elf's wrists protruded two thick bone spurs from under the skin, forcibly holding the sickle blade.

Almost at the same time, the sound of countless "bubbles" bursting suddenly came from the smoke. Thick blood plasma instantly filled the ground under the two of them, and tentacles covered with granulation protruded from it, attacking the judge from all directions. .

"Humph."

Under the jet-black triangular hat, the corners of the mouth holding the pipe cocked up in disdain; the scythe in his hand seemed to have suddenly come alive, and there was a harsh rubbing sound from the fixed part of the end of the scythe blade.

White smoke spewed out.

"boom--!!!!"

The explosion that shattered the eardrums sounded again, and the countless tentacles shrouded in white steam were instantly torn apart, and the air was filled with bursts of good smell of meat.

The bone spurs with hardness comparable to steel were shattered, and the sickle blade was soaked with blood mixed with minced meat and visceral fragments, showing the killing intent to smash everything against the smoke.

The pierced Iser elf collapsed in the pool of his own blood, staring at the hideous black figure through the faint smoke. Under the brim of his hat where he could not see his eyes, there was only a grinning pipe with a pipe in his hand, and the blood-colored scythe in his hand still remained He continued to breathe out the remaining white smoke and let out an ear-piercing low roar.

No, that's not soot at all, some **** "smoke"! That, that is, that is...

"Steam?!"

The shivering elf shouted hysterically: "You... your ability is steam?!"

"Oh, you actually know!"

Chanis smiled happily, but his smile was no different from the devil's grin in the eyes of the elves: "Very well, it seems that you are not only the fastest blood mage I have ever seen, but also the most learned one."

"Science-savvy spellcasters... well, after forty-seven years of the saint's calendar, your species is really rare."

The judge praised without hesitation.

It's a pity that the elf Yisel didn't hear his praise at all. When he realized that he was still alive, he got up in an instant, dragged his body that had been opened and was still spewing blood, turned his head and ran wildly.

Almost at the same time, countless blood plasma suddenly poured out from the corners of the originally empty street, like a flood that had been opened, attacking the Inquisitor from all directions.

Countless tentacles, broken corpses, bones, severed limbs... crawled out of the blood plasma without interruption, gathered together at an alarming speed, and together with the foul-smelling blood that was tumbling up and down, they rushed towards the black man who was staggering as he walked. figure.

The judge with a "surprised" face stood there, not at all embarrassed that he had fallen into the enemy's trap.

With some hunchback, he raised the scythe with one hand, the weapon that seemed to be alive vibrated violently in his hand, and let out a low growl like a man-devouring beast.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!!"

The Iser elf, who turned his head and ran wildly, screamed hysterically, desperately using his voice to cover up his inner fear, using both hands and feet, desperately rushing forward, as if this could prevent death from coming.

Unlike humans, the power of elves comes from the bloodline. The purer the bloodline and the higher the level, the higher the probability of awakening and possessing powerful power; the way to awaken is not a ritual, but a strong emotion.

As a blood magic spell-caster awakened by "fear" ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Isel felt the paradox of this power for the first time.

That is, the more fearful he is, the more powerful he is; but the more powerful he is, the more he proves how frightened his enemy is, so frightening that he cannot even think of resisting.

He ran desperately, his scarlet pupils keenly aware of the end of the street, and suddenly four more figures appeared.

The other party was startled at first, and immediately pulled out their weapons and aimed the dark muzzle at themselves.

Um?

The moment he pulled the trigger, Anson was stunned for a moment--I don't know if he had read it wrong, but he actually saw a relief-like expression on the other's face.

But the next second, he knew that he was not wrong.

Amid the dazzling gunfire, the galloping Iser elf fell to the ground; instead, a "steam train" spewing white smoke and shrill whistle was tearing apart the layers of flesh...

Attack them!