Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 207 The Dust Settles
Seeing the complete death of the black-robed wizard, Brian let out a sigh of relief.

Obviously, not to mention the arcane energy consumed by the high-intensity battle just now, his physical strength is also rapidly passing away.

After all, his opponent was a wizard. With rich combat experience, he naturally knew that in this race against time between magic and magic, if he was not paying attention, he might die because of it.

Therefore, not only did he need to be alert to the interference in the melee crowd, but he also had to concentrate his mind to judge and deal with the enemy's spells.

He reached out to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, and after taking a breath, he immediately turned his attention to another battle.

Not far away, the undead creature left behind by the black-robed wizard did not lose its ability to resist due to the death of its master. Instead, it became even crazier.

Even the tough spider silk wrapped around his body began to show obvious signs of breaking free. In his opinion, it was only a matter of time before he wanted to completely get rid of this restraint.

See the envoys of the holy light that I summoned keep releasing "strong light rays" from a long distance.

The continuous energy rays, like sharp golden light arrows, left a series of blood holes the size of a thumb on the undead creature's body.

Even so, this tenacious undead creature still showed no sign of being wiped out except for a painful roar.

Brian couldn't help but marvel at its unexpected magic resistance.

However, he was not in a hurry to make a move, but looked at the monster that had been burned terribly by the golden light with great interest.

In fact, when he first saw this undead creature, he first thought of it as a physical golem among constructed creatures.

This is a muscular human figure that uses the body parts of various creatures to be stitched and bolted together. Since the core device of the flesh golem is the soul spar or the essence of the earth element, its brain has the equivalent of a young child. simple comprehension.

But after careful observation, he found that the fast-moving suture creature with extremely high magic resistance in front of him was probably not the construct creature he imagined at all.

As for the specific production principle, he couldn't see it for a while, and even had the urge to keep it and study it by himself.

After thinking about it, I decided to put away my curiosity.

Because he can clearly see that this is a skill of the Necromancer School, and it is also a blind spot of his knowledge.

Looking at the unfinished battle, Brian didn't dare to delay for too long. With a thought, five shimmering stars appeared and surrounded him.

Immediately afterwards, under his control, the little stars dragged slender bands of light one by one, galloping away, all hitting the bloody bodies of the undead creatures, bursting out with magical flashes.

The monster let out a dying cry, and lay motionless on the ground without a sound.

Seeing that the undead creature was dealt with by him, he waved his hand, quickly retracted the Angel of Holy Light, and jumped down from the tall building.

Just when he landed and was about to draw his sword, the air around him twisted.

The body of the Vampire Duke appeared in his sight without warning.

Bryan saw the opponent's body emitting thick smoke, flying back and up like an arrow from the string, hitting the ceiling of the opposite wall.

Then, like a broken doll, it slid down, leaving a rapidly cooling trail of blood on the wall.

On the position of the vampire's rapidly rising and falling chest, there was a blood hole the size of a plate, and the gurgling blood made his scarlet robe more vivid.

Not dead yet?
Seeing the pale as paper vampire duke covering his chest wound with one hand and supporting the ground with the other, trying to struggle to get up, Brian's eyes flashed with surprise.

He wasn't surprised by the tenacious vitality of the vampire, but was surprised that Hellist, the Psychic, didn't kill him.

After all, he witnessed with his own eyes that with a wave of Hellist's hand, he easily pulled her into the vast astral space.

It can be seen from the vampire being pulled in without resistance that there is a big gap in strength between the two sides.

Brian, who couldn't figure it out, knew that now was not the time to consider this issue.

Since Helisite didn't completely kill the other party, he naturally wouldn't let go of this opportunity to gain experience.

Because the vampire duke just got up at this time, his crumbling body exploded into a cloud of blood mist with a 'bang' sound. In the mist, there were countless blood-colored bats looming, and they were about to disperse and fly out of the door.

Seeing the escaped vampire duke, Brian flipped his palm, and a silver coin appeared in his hand.

Then he did not hesitate to use his god-like spellcasting characteristics to add the glowing silver characteristics that are effective against undead creatures to the spells he is about to cast.

The moment the silver coin in Brian's hand melted like ice, he pointed at the Vampire Duke's fingertips to condense a silvery energy pulse, quickly covering all the bats that hadn't dispersed yet.

"what!!!"

In the silver energy pulse mixed with blood mist, there was a blood-curdling scream.

"Zizzi"

Accompanied by the continuous sound of sulfuric acid corrosion, the vampire turned into a blood mist showed its original shape and fell to the ground.

At this time, the vampire no longer had the handsome and elegant posture before. The flesh and blood all over his body had become charred black, and the inner muscle tissue, blood vessels, and even the white bones were exposed.

In the blink of an eye, a puddle of grease-like foul-smelling liquid gathered on the ground.

——"One-ring spell: Burning Hand!"

Brian stretched out his finger, and the sluggish, dying vampire turned into a pile of ashes in the flames, completely dead.

At the same time, Helliste, a Psychic in a white dress, floated from mid-air like a mist in the morning and landed in front of him.

Brian met her gaze, staring at the expression in her starry eyes that came from the depths of her heart and belonged only to her.

At this moment, he suddenly understood that the reason why the vampire duke was not completely dead was probably because she deliberately left it to him.

As for why she did this, it is actually easy to guess.

Because Helisite is a psion, and psions are best at detecting the true thoughts in a person's heart.

Often with a glance, they can read the meaning.

Thinking of this, Brian couldn't help but raise his guard and put on a mask that was exclusive to him.

After all, no one wants their thoughts to be seen through, even if it is unintentional.

He and Helisite exchanged a glance, nodded slightly, then immediately looked away and walked in the direction of Broto.

At this time, the battle had come to an end, and most of the guards who resisted were cleared away by dwarf warriors and elf rangers. Those nobles who had no resistance and were not on the blacklist all obediently crouched in the corner with their heads in their hands.

Only the Tasha king and his four guards held out.

"Get out of the way!" Brian looked at Brotto from a distance and reminded him loudly.

The dwarf who was about to charge was stunned for a moment when he heard his shout, and quickly signaled all the soldiers around him to retreat.

Seeing the dwarf retreat, he thought, and a spear fell into his hand.

——"Second Ring Spell: Ring of Electric Shock!"

Bryan chanted the spell quickly, and crackling blue lightning began to leap over the spear, and the burst of bright light almost obscured his vision.

Seeing that Brian seemed to be holding a bolt of lightning, the dignified expressions of the king and his guards turned into shock and panic. Facing the threat of magic, they stood there in despair, not knowing what to do.

Bryan threw it, and the spear pierced the sky like a bolt of lightning.

"Pfft!"

A guard standing in front of the king was instantly pierced by a spear through his chest. His burly body convulsed and trembled in the lightning jump, and his sparse long hair stood up strangely, twisting like a snake on Medusa's head. .

The guard wails in agony.

Another guard hurriedly grabbed his companion's hand, trying to relieve his pain.

The moment he approached, the lightning of the spear surged again, and the deadly current held him tightly. The other two guards who wanted to dodge also failed to escape the magic chain.

Brian controls the spear and jumping lightning with ease.

After a while, the four bodyguards fell to the ground charred and black. Only the butcher king of the Tasha people stood there with a pale face, looking coldly at the elves and dwarves who surrounded him.

Brian didn't even look at the other party, and directly winked at Broto who just arrived.

The dwarf understood instantly, dropped his axe, and rushed at the king with one stride, knocking him to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed his hair suddenly, pulled his head back vigorously, exposing his throat, then took out a sharp dagger, and stuck it with the cold blade.

"Brian, do you want to bleed the butcher first?" Broto said viciously.

"No." Brian rejected his good proposal, "A living person is more useful than a dead person, save his life to rescue the prisoners held in the dungeon."

He knew that there were many innocent non-human races imprisoned in the dungeons of Abrera City.

If they killed the king of the Tasha people at this time, the other party was likely to jump over the wall in a hurry and kill the prisoners to vent their anger.

If not, he would have eliminated the opponent with a single sword, so why bother talking to him.

Broto reluctantly tossed the other aside.

"He is a smart man." The Tasha king got up from the ground, straightened his waist, stretched out his hand to wipe off a trace of blood left by the edge of the dagger on his neck, and smiled mockingly.

"You're fucking dying, and you still dare to speak hard!"

The irascible dwarf was enraged, the purest rage gleaming in his eyes.

He directly swung his steel-armored fist and hit the opponent to the ground.

The king spit out two teeth from his broken lips and said coldly: "Very good, I will remember this punch."

Broto swung his fist with beard and stare, and wanted to hit again, but was stopped by Brian's eyes. He could only spit at the king and backed away reluctantly.

At this moment, Carlot, the travel-stained elf ranger, walked in holding a longbow.

"Hey, this is the king of the Tasha people." Carlot looked at the other person's swollen half of his face and joked: "Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk."

There was a burst of laughter in the hall, and the dwarf with the loudest voice laughed the most.

Brian didn't smile, he frowned and looked at Carlot suspiciously.

Carlot's task is to sneak into the city, open the city gate, and then let all the elves enter the city to cooperate with their beheading.

Now, it suddenly appeared here, which made him realize that something unexpected must have happened.

"I'm mainly here to tell you good news."

Carlot shrugged and smiled, "That little dwarf, he seems to be called Gorbo, he successfully rescued all the prisoners in the dungeon, and he has joined our troops at this moment."

Hearing this, Brian nodded thoughtfully, recalling the scene of parting from Gerber that night.

Immediately afterwards, he looked at King Tasha with his head held high with cold eyes, and his right hand unconsciously touched the hilt of the sword.

Undoubtedly, since the captives had been rescued, the king in front of him was of no use, and he would kill them all as soon as possible.

"Don't be impulsive."

Helisite, who stood far away and kept quiet from beginning to end, felt Brian's killing intent. She walked over and persuaded:
"The king cannot be killed. We keep his head. Maybe we can exchange for the permanent ownership of the city of Abrera and Lorrasjo. It can also be regarded as seeking a safe and pure land for these homeless people."

"That's right."

Carlot put away his unscrupulous expression, and added seriously: "Once the king of the Tasha people dies, their army will definitely vent their anger on all non-human races, and the consequences will be unimaginable."

"The city of Abrera already belongs to us, and I don't need them to admit it." Broto was anxious, and he quickly answered, "Let them come anyway, we are not afraid of them, and we will kill as many as they come."

"It's true that we don't need to admit it."

The king of the Tasha people snorted coldly, stood with his hands behind his back, raised his head proudly, and said without changing his face, "Since you are not afraid, then I advise you to prepare early to be prepared for the entire city to be trampled by the kingdom's army."

"He is the chief culprit of the massacre, and he must be responsible for those who died tragically." Under everyone's gaze, Brian, who was in charge of the king's life and death, was silent for a moment, and said calmly.

"Responsible for those who died tragically?"

The king asked without changing his expression: "The extermination plan implemented by the council of elders in the city of Abrera caused countless civilians in the northern part of the kingdom to die of famine. Who should be responsible for their tragic death?"

"So, all the top executives of the Chamber of Commerce in Abrera City have been slaughtered by you."

Brian met the king's eyes, "They died and had no money, and they have paid a heavy price for their evil deeds."

"Evil is evil!"

He said in a cold and serious tone, "Since you dare to do it, you must be prepared to pay the price."

As soon as the words fell, the sharp sword came out of its sheath and cut through the air.

The king's proud head flew into the air, drew an arc, and fell to the ground.

Silence fell suddenly, and the air seemed to freeze. Seeing the king's remnant body falling stiffly and heavily to the ground, most people were terrified and fell silent.

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(End of this chapter)