Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 132 Demon Believer
"Bring me the sword!"

Brian on the horse threw away his blood-stained lance, turned his horse's head, and shouted at the chaotic crowd.

Although his voice was drowned in the roaring crowd, Brynden heard it clearly, and hurried forward to hand him the drawn sword.

Brian took the sword and quickly got off the horse, his long messy hair covering his stern face.

He lifted the long sword upside down, stretched out his hand to push aside the black hair that blocked his sight, knocked away a panicked civilian, and rushed straight to Mengbaton's side.

At this time, the wolf from Niluskan lay dying on the ground.

The black battle armor was stained with blood, and the metal plate protecting the junction between the arms and the chest was embroidered with a blue background. The coat of arms of the winter wolf screamed and screamed. Due to the penetration of blood, the bright metallic color became extremely bright. It was dark, and the winter wolves above also turned blood red one by one.

As Meng Button's chest heaved slightly, the shocking wound in his throat gushed out blood like a fountain.

The scarlet blood was like a bright stream, flowing along the gap between the broken throat armor and the armor, flowing on the dusty ground, and soon converging into a thick pool of gleaming blood.

The panicked crowd saw the blood, and the commotion became more intense.

At this moment, Barton stood on the back of the war horse that was eager to protect the lord, puffed out white gas, and neighed loudly at Brian, the voice almost drowning out everyone's screams.

The mane on the nape of the runaway black horse fluttered in the wind, making it look majestic. It screamed and neighed while stomping angrily on the ground with its four hooves.

Immediately afterwards, dust was raised all over the ground, and it slammed into Brian like a lightning bolt. The shocking impact was comparable to that of Barton's full charge.

"boom!"

An unlucky crowd who couldn't avoid it was hit, drew an arc like a broken ball, fell heavily on the ground, spurted a mouthful of blood on the spot, groaned in pain, and couldn't get up for a long time.

"Brian! It's dangerous, get out of the way!"

Kearni, who ran down from the stands, turned pale with fright, and shouted a reminder, but her voice was quickly drowned out by the screams of the crowd.

Hearing the princess' reminder, Brian was unmoved. Instead, he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and turned to meet the galloping horse.

With screams and exclamations behind him, he rushed towards the galloping horse without fear.

At the moment when a man and a horse were about to collide with each other, he lifted the long sword upside down, held the hilt tightly with both hands, and jumped forward.

His every movement, every step is instinctive, and every detail is honed and deadly.

He stepped down with his left foot powerfully and firmly, twisted his upper body, and the moment he saw the bloodshot pupils of the black horse, he swung a powerful sword.

"Pfft!"

The sharp blade flashed an afterimage of steel from bottom to top, and precisely cut across the horse's neck, with such force that it almost chopped off the horse's head.

The horse screamed and knelt down to die. Brian held the blood-dripping sword and continued to walk towards Mengbaton step by step.

At this time, he was like a water-dividing rock in a torrent. When the torrent of people was about to rush in front of him, it quickly divided into two parts to the left and right, and automatically bypassed it.

Bryan walked unhindered to the side of Meng Button, raised his foot, and stepped heavily on his broad chest.

The dying wounded exhausted the last of their strength, and from the cracks in the steel mask, white air and wheezing wailing were emitted, like a broken bellows.

Feeling the faint tremor of his heart from the soles of his feet, Brian couldn't help marveling at the tenacity of this wolf's vitality.

This made him rejoice in his own system. It was because he didn't get experience tips that he realized that this guy wasn't killed, so he came up with the idea of ​​going forward to make up the knife.

Brian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he swung his long sword, following the gap in the throat armor, he cut off Mengbatton's head which he was struggling to lift cleanly, and the blood splashed on the ground, the crimson color was like the cloak on Mengbaton's armor.

His human head wrapped in a wolf-head mask just rolled down to the feet of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.

The girl stared straight at the blood-drinking land in a daze until it turned dark red. Then she responded, kicked her head subconsciously, covered her eyes and let out a heart-piercing scream, and then frightened I had to sit on the ground and cry loudly.

The mother next to her was pierced through the eardrums by the hysterical scream, which brought back her breath and vomiting again and again.

"Target is dead!"

"Get 500 experience points!"

Noticing the reminder from experience, Brian looked relieved, ignored the two mother and daughter who were arguing so loudly, and just casually looked at the battle between his men and the Niluskan warriors that was about to end.

He handed the weapon to Brynden beside him without any scruples, and then stretched out his finger, a blast of cold white air hit the head on the ground, completely freezing it in the steel mask shaped like a wolf's head.

Then with a thought, the frozen head rose into the air, making people scream again and again.

At the same time, the scarlet cloak on Mengbaton's headless corpse also fluttered in mid-air.

Bryan skillfully wrapped the head in a cloak and threw it into the pale Brynden's hands for safekeeping.

Because he knew that if this head was sent to Tigrila, it would definitely deal a severe blow to the momentum of the Niluskan people.

At the same time, the other princes suppressed by Mambaton will also take the opportunity to fight for the rights of the heirs, and temporarily fall into internal strife.

He had heard in Tigrila's palace that the competition among the heirs of Niluskan was even crueler than a pack of wolves.

This is also the real reason why he insists on keeping the other party here, and it can be regarded as repaying the kindness that King Tigrila bestowed on him as duke.

The only pity is that the slippery black-robed wizard ran away ahead of schedule when he saw something was wrong.

"Bryan, this soul is good, so I'll accept it." The little devil said excitedly through the ability to connect with the master's mind.

"Is there a way to find the escaped wizard?" Brian looked thoughtfully at the gradually restoring order.

From the spell cast by the black-robed wizard, he felt a very uncomfortable aura, which seemed to be related to the negative energy aura of the ancient evil.

If he could find the other party and kill him, maybe he could figure out the source of the other party's power and how the Niluskans conquered the orcs.

"of course can."

The little devil vowed: "Although he has already escaped, it is still easy for me to find his trace. However, I declare in advance that after this wizard is killed, his soul will belong to me. "

"No problem." Brian nodded slightly, and said again: "But you must tell me, what is the source of this wizard's power, and why you can assure me so confidently that you will definitely find his trace."

Since the mercenaries of the White Crow Mercenary Group were subdued and given strength in the tavern last time, the energy accumulated by the little devil for advancement was almost exhausted, so he did not ask for the soul and restore the strength. No objection.

After all, his purpose of subduing the little devil is not as simple as making him a mascot or pet for himself, it also needs his strength.

Moreover, he is very clear about the most primitive contract signed between the two, even if the strength of the little devil is above the legend, it will be difficult to tear it up, let alone now.

As long as he properly controls the speed at which the opponent increases his strength and keeps it within his own control, there is no need to worry about his backlash at all.

"I sensed the breath of a demon on the black-robed wizard just now, and I suspect that he is a follower of the devil." The little devil was silent for a while, and said truthfully.

"A believer of the devil?" Brian raised his eyebrows, showing a surprised expression.

Demons and demons are born rivals. A former abyssal bloody battle commander like Bayer has a very clear understanding of demons.

As for why the black-robed wizard had a demonic aura, Brian had a faint feeling that it might have something to do with another profession.

However, he doesn't dare to confirm his speculation yet, and can only find out after the fight.

"Then you follow him closely, and I will deal with him after the conference is over." Brian said to the magic pet.

"Understood, just wait for my good news." The little devil used his invisibility ability to hide himself, then flew out of Brian's arms and disappeared.

Bryan looked at the direction where the magic pet disappeared, and checked his attribute bar:

Battle Mage Level 2 (Exp: 2540/3000)

Arcane Fire: Level lv1
Magical Energy: (2217/2500)

……

Looking at the data that appeared in his retina, Brian knew that whether he could quickly upgrade his level and Austrian fire, and then activate the second-level spells, all depended on this escaped black-robed wizard.

Because killing the spellcaster can extract their magical energy, and from the three-ring spell cast by the other party, he can feel the general strength of the black-robed wizard, and infer how much energy he can extract after killing, which is amazing. Much faster than he could extract expensive gems or meditate.

If it were before, he might still be afraid of these spellcasters, but since he got this Ion Stone, which is immune to four rings and below, he can fight against them with confidence.

Because of their only advantage, they are helpless in the face of the Ain Stone's ability to resist spells.

Brian walked up to the well-behaved and quiet mount, stretched out his hand to caress its mane, and hugged its neck affectionately to rub its face. Then he smiled and waved his hand, turning it into a little light and disappearing without a trace no trace.

The reason why he was able to defeat Mengbatton was not only the lance strengthened by himself with divine power, but also the mount he summoned.

If it was just an ordinary mount, it would be impossible for him to avoid fatal charges again and again and find a chance to kill him with one blow.

Just the aura exuded by Mengbaton's fierce mount made him tremble with fright.

"Bryan, are you alright?" At this moment, a light blue figure ran over from the gradually restored crowd, grabbed his arm, and asked with concern.

"It's okay, the problem has been solved."

Feeling a warm little hand slipping into his palm, Brian turned to look at Kearney, his tense body relaxed, smiled at her, and shook his head.

Instinctively, he wanted to rub her long hair, but suddenly realized the blood on his hands, and quickly endured it.

In fact, in his plan, it was not considered that Kearni would help him intercept the spell at all, which made him feel touched when he saw the concerned princess again.

Although he owns the Iron Stone, he is not worried at all about the black-robed wizard's spells causing him harm.

But this piece of equipment can only absorb spells of the [-]th ring at most, so it can be said that it can be used less once, and it can save the number of uses. Naturally, I am happy to see the results.

After all, in this world where at most three-ring spells can only be released, the Ain Stone is his strongest trump card against spellcasters, and he cannot be allowed to squander at will.

It's a pity that he hasn't worked out how to recover the number of times yet.

However, he already had a plan in mind to study the structure of the Iron Stone and introduce this spell-absorbing function into his arcane fire.

"Then how was my performance just now?" Kearney said a little proudly, shaking Brian's arm.

This was the first time she cast a divine spell, and she deeply realized how important it was for Brian to impart his magical knowledge and spellcasting skills.

She instantly judged that the enemy's spell was an energy-based evocation system, and immediately based on the knowledge she had learned, she knew that this spell could be counteracted by her own divine spell.

"Very good, I have seen everything. The way you cast the divine spell just now is also very beautiful, like a goddess who descended into the material world." Brian generously sent his words of praise to this beautiful princess .

As a wizard, Brian just glanced at it and felt the energy fluctuations in the air, and instantly judged that what the black-robed wizard cast on him was the three-ring evocation spell "Dark Flame".

After this kind of vicious flame is hit, it will not produce a violent explosion like the "fireball", but will emit evil negative energy and penetrate into the body like maggots attached to the bone. If it is not treated by the priest in time, It will soon become a mummified corpse with depleted flesh and blood.

However, to Brian's surprise, Kearney instantly disintegrated the opponent's attack with only one ring of magic.

The collision of the two spells, in addition to her holy magic has a natural restraint relationship with this kind of dark magic, also indirectly proves that the holy magic is worthy of being a powerful magic that combines healing, buffing and fighting evil.

Of course, it is the caster himself who plays the decisive role.

Without her skillful skills in casting magical spells, it would not have been possible to hit the whistling spell in mid-air so accurately.

Therefore, as a spellcaster, it does not mean that learning spells is successful, mastering proficient spellcasting skills is the key to victory.

Brian thought he already knew enough about Kearney, but who would have thought that it would still be difficult to find out the depth of her.

"Come on, let's not get in the way here."

Brian looked around and found that the chaos had been gradually calmed down by the Golden Gryphon Guards, who were moving the corpses, placing the wounded, and dealing with the blood on the ground in an orderly manner.

The onlookers also began to return to their positions.

Obviously, the heir of Niluskan who was killed by him, in the eyes of the old king, was more like an unavoidable accident, or an insignificant matter, and the tournament was still going on.

So he took Kearney's hand, and the two walked out of the field together.

(End of this chapter)