Netheril’s Brilliance

At this moment, in the palace of Yansha City.

Prince Dick stood alone in the empty hall and didn’t know what he was thinking. The screams from outside the palace couldn’t wake up his mind. He just stood in place and bowed his head silently, while in his hand. Here, a pitch-black scroll that has lost all magic waves is slowly turning into blood-red smoke.

Like Prince Dick, there was King Tandak who collapsed on the throne. Even though the flames burning outside the palace turned into dancing lights and shadows against the white walls, this king, known as a tyrant, Still keeping his eyes closed and rested, motionless............

I am afraid that this king has never been so quiet in his life, because... he is dead!

He did not die in Southend’s trap, but died under the scroll that Prince Dick suddenly tore. He was still reprimanding his grandson until he died, until the scroll that carried the deadly magic was smashed. The hideous Prince Dick tore apart, and the king, who could not use his perception ability, had no time to notice.

Therefore, Tandak died like this, silent and silent, like a helpless old man who really stepped into the dusk, his ending did not end in a wonderful battle, but suddenly greeted in the empty palace The end of life............

The king has passed away, but the huge palace is as cold and dead as ever.

There are no maids or guards in the gloomy palace. King Tandak, who pays himself, always considers himself a warrior to accept the care of others as a great insult, so he never needs a guard by his side, let alone Even if a maid’s dedicated service is needed, even if his body is weak enough to be unable to move without fighting Qi, Tandak still insists on his actions. He thinks this is his only dignity as a fighter.

But... just today, his only remaining dignity made this warrior, who had been stunned, fall on his throne very incomparably. Even at the last moment, no one knew that he was absolutely violent. The king who has ruled the Kingdom of Waibian for thousands of years has fallen asleep forever.

Tandak’s right hand had not let go of the hilt of his sword until death came. It’s a pity that this strong man who held a sharp blade throughout his life had not had time to draw the sword. I have to say that this is really a kind of A huge, unexpected irony.

It wasn't until a long time passed, until the flames had spread to the door curtain of the palace, and knew that the marble floor began to become hot... Prince Dick threw away the palm-sized scroll and walked towards the gorgeously decorated and embellished The throne of gems and emeralds.

Unconsciously pushing the thin and old body of Tandak from the throne, Dick, who has kept a weird smile, carefully took out his own custom-made gorgeous crown and brought it to himself, while slowly sitting on this beautiful throne. Above.

"Ahahahahahaha! From today on I will be the king of the Kingdom of Waibien. I am the hero and savior of this country. I am an absolutely qualified true king! I will abandon the policies issued by the tyrant of Tandak. I Will lead this country to prosperity"!

Roaring loudly with a hoarse voice, the blood-red Dick laughed wildly on the throne. This depressed prince, who has been affected by spells for a long time, has never felt so happy before, sitting on this throne. He seemed to have seen the scene of the kingdom becoming stronger and going out of the desert, the raging fire shining on Dick's distorted face, and his fingers even leaked blood from clenching the throne too hard.

But...in the next moment, Prince Dick's laughter and dreams came to an abrupt end.

Accompanied by the sound of a formal-level sheephead shaman releasing witchcraft spells, the entire marble palace was instantly blown up, and the small half of the palace that was directly destroyed by the terrifying shock wave, under the terrible destructive energy, and those big and small The solid rocks shattered together, together with Prince Dick’s ambition and that gorgeous throne............

------split line------

"boom"! !

In the southern part of Yansha City, a small spot of light flew into the dense army of sheepheads. In the next moment, accompanied by the trembling of the earth and the deafening roar, all the sheepheads who had just slaughtered the poor were unparalleled. The minced meat burst into pieces.

There is no doubt that there is only one person on this battlefield who can release such a terrible spell on the sheep head army, and that is Ovakin-Sour Maw!

"That's great, hurry up and teach these **** sheepheads a little lesson. Look at how densely they stand stupidly, it's a good target at first sight"!

Seeing a very small spot of light caused such a terrible lethality, the small face of Asia behind Ovak was flushed with excitement.

Coming along the way, she saw the tragedy caused by too many sheep heads-the original exquisite house was destroyed by fire, the children separated from their families sat on the ground and wept, and the people hiding in the basement were caught by the sensitive sheep heads. Slaughter... The angry Aisha had already been enthusiastic. If it weren't for her own trainee-level stalker, the strength is really limited, this grief and indignation might have been single-handedly killed into the army of the goat heads.

Of course, in the case of Ovakin's shot, if Aisha rushed to the front line, it would not be a help but a mess. The girl who knew this was why she could only endure the raging anger in her heart. Wacker yelled behind him.

"Ah! A group of **** sheepheads ran to the group of refugees, Lord Ovakin, quickly solve them."

"I know, I can say with certainty that it is the biggest mistake not to stop these sheepheads outside the city. If it is not for the safety of the poor, I only need three or four spells to solve these sheepheads. Now I have to carefully control the power of the spell~www.novelmtl.com~This is not an easy task!"

After throwing out a spell without seeing it and blasting the Sheep Head squad, Ovakin, who was also anxious in his heart, whispered to himself and complained while hurried to the next place where the fire blazed.

In a sense, the black dragon at this time was even more angry and anxious than Aisha. The flames of Rock Sand City evoked Ovak’s most regretful memories and witnessed the death of innocent poor people in the flames. Waqin once again remembered the endless fire raging in the mountains!

"Damn, I'm still too weak, if I were a legendary strong, how could there be such tragedies one after another."

Gritting his teeth secretly, Ovak once again increased his spellcasting degree in disregard of the tingling of his soul. Perhaps the black dragon is already longing for the pain in his soul, because only this intense pain can dispel his heart and spread regret. ...

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