116. His Majesty the King will protect me

Medanzo fought with Aruka, and the scene immediately became extremely hot. The besieged guards did not even see that Medanzo was just a level 6 warrior, and he was not at all inferior. Aruka was injured and rushed to take Amon's amazingly powerful arrow. Until now, there is still tearing and pain between his chest and ribs like fire. Moreover, Medanzo learned magical skills and used them very cleverly.

Medanzo did not fight like a magician. He waved a heavy sword with a staff as the hilt, integrating all kinds of strange power into the attack range covered by the sword light. He looked like a great warrior who had been awakened twice by the power, but his magic power was extremely profound.

The place where the two fought was swept by thunder and strong wind. With the sound of thunderous weapons colliding, waves of surging forces were storming and sweeping, and ordinary warriors could hardly get close to them. After all, the king's guards were well trained. When they saw this scene, they had formed a formation on both sides. The shields were connected together and raised the shuttle gun, sealing the space for Medanzo to dodge left and right. As soon as he revealed his flaws, he was ready to tie it into a hedgehog.

Aruka was unable to defeat Medanzo. He tried to get rid of the melee between the two of them several times but failed. He just waved his sword and used powerful strength to fight against the entanglement of various magical techniques. The attack of Medanzo's long sword and short blade gave him almost no chance to fight back.

Medanzo, who had the upper hand, also frowned secretly. The injured warrior was still so brave and fought desperately to the death. It was impossible to deal with it in a short time. After a brief panic, the soldiers around him had already arranged their battle formations, and there were many guards who rushed out of the camp. The noise he was about to make was almost the same. It seemed that he had to make some ruthless moves. Medanzo put away the short blade of his left hand and reached out to pull out two scrolls.

During the fierce battle, he was always paying attention to the movements in the direction of the camp. If he threw out the high-level magic scroll, he would not be able to alarm the great magician inside if he didn't believe it!

He had just taken out the scroll and swung his sword to force Aruka to retreat a few steps. His figure also dodged to the left, arousing a force to hit the soldiers who formed a formation on one side. It was said that the magical power of the space impact could knock the soldiers in the front row back a few steps. Unexpectedly, a halo on the soldiers' shields flashed through, as if they were connected together by an invisible chain. Medanzo was actually shocked to take a step back from the air.

A petite man in a cloak had already walked out of the camp, waving his staff gently, and did not speak out, but he had quietly used his magic to help the guards fight against Medanzo's power. This man had already seen that Aruka was no match for Medanzo after being injured. It might be possible to stop the assassin by this great warrior and dozens of guards around him, but it was difficult to take it down.

Medanzo also knew that the other party's great magician finally couldn't help but take action. Looking at this stance, he wanted to capture him alive and then interrogate him carefully. His purpose had been achieved, and he waved his hand and unfolded the scroll.

Amon was really willing to pay for it and gave Medanzo two advanced scrolls, one of which was "Wind Blade Flying". He used a high-level magic technique that was chased by Julian's men by the Ronnie River, which was a large-scale indiscriminate attack. The wind suddenly swept around Medanzo, and countless tiny airflows were condensed and compressed, like a messy blade.

The battlefield where Medanzo was in, there was no space for using such a large-scale attack magic. He was fighting with Aruka, and there were guards holding shields on both sides. He had no time to retreat far enough to control the magic magic. He was worthy of being the successor of Amon's teaching, and the techniques he used were the same as Amon's original. The outbreak of wind blade attacked himself, and no one expected that he would do this.

A blue phosphorescence appeared on the scorpion shell armor. It was Medanzo who used the magic power to use the defense effect of this armor to the extreme. At the same time, he lifted the sword backward and half-kneeled on the ground, pressing the end of the sword hilt to his forehead as if praying. The smoke and dust rose to form a hazy shield to surround him in the middle. Fire lights continued to flash in the smoke and dust, which was caused by the cutting friction of the wind blade.

Aruka danced hard and heavy swords backwards, and the sword light was dazzling like a shield with silver light blocking in front of him. The great magician in the distance also reacted very quickly, singing a staff in one fell swoop, and the light and shadow on the shields of the soldiers on both sides twisted, like a translucent invisible wall curtain rising, refracting the flying wind blades.

This defensive magic trick consumes a lot. This great magician did not give Medanzo a chance to break each one. The formation of the left and right guards did not move, and it seemed that Medanzo himself was at a loss. If another scroll was not thrown out, if no other unexpected situation occurred, when the wind blades dissipated, Medanzo would be caught if they were not properly done.

The other scroll thrown by Medanzo was not aggressive. It sent out a large-scale information disturbing magic. The surroundings were instantly dark, like a thick fog that could not be dissolved suddenly burst out. Not only was it invisible to the naked eye, but even the detection magic was disturbed in an instant, and no one knew where he was.

As soon as he saw this stance, the great magician realized that Medanzo wanted to escape and immediately shouted: "Don't move anyone, guard your position!" With a wave of the staff in his hand, a light fell down to disperse the thick fog in front of Aruka. When the light was hovering, it was about to illuminate the thick fog in the battlefield layer by layer, a sharp and harsh sound suddenly came from the camp, as if something was cut in half by a sharper blade.

At the same time, there was a *** shouting: "There is an assassin!" The shouting stopped abruptly with the sound of thunder. Then a heavy object flew out with the sound of wind, smashing over a lot of things, and then a cold voice said: "If you want the king's life, don't move around, listen to my instructions!"

The voice was not loud, and the person who spoke was very young. When he spoke, he must have accompanied the magic of information transmission. Everyone inside and outside the camp could hear it clearly. The great magician and Aruka no longer cared about Medanzo, so they turned around and rushed back to the camp.

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The gorgeous animal skin tent in the center of the camp had fallen down at this moment, and it looked like it was directly split into two halves by a huge sharp blade. In the courtyard surrounded by curtains in front of the tent, the large iron stove used for barbecue that was originally placed was knocked away, and the curtains were pulled down and the two tents in front were knocked down. After stopping at a distance, it had been completely deformed.

The one who knocked away the big iron furnace turned out to be a man. He was the great warrior Afei, the guard beside the king. At this moment, he was stained with rust and charcoal ash on his shoulders, and he was standing at the door of the big tent with a long sword in his hand, although the door of the tent no longer existed.

The yard was already in chaos, and the three tents on the front and back were also split in half, but the things in the front tent were intact. The king's throne was upright, and there was a bed plate split in half on the table in front of the throne. On one side was a naked beauty, who was the beloved concubine whom His Majesty was holding by his side, and was trembling in fear wrapped in a blanket.

The guards, palace servants, and two level 6 magicians around the king were standing on the edge of the falling tent, but no one dared to approach. King Lucill was sitting on his throne with a look of horror, and his body was still trembling, not knowing whether it was scared or frozen. Because His Majesty was not wearing any clothes, his bare shoulders and thighs were exposed. The man beside him was quite polite, and he pulled half a bill and threw it to Lucill.

Lucill held half of the sheet tightly with both hands, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw and hugged it between his waist and abdomen. Standing beside him was a young man wearing strange armor like Medanzo, holding a sharp short blade in his right hand and placing it on Lucill's shoulder.

Celia, the king's accompanying magician, rushed back. She realized that the king had been kidnapped. The first thought was that she wanted to use the space transfer magic to take the king back from the assassin's short blade, but she immediately gave up the idea. Because she saw the assassin's left hand holding a gray scroll, and was gently twisting it with her fingers, as if it could be unfolded at any time.

Celia is aware of the goods and recognizes it at a glance that it is the legendary storm of destruction! If the hostage of the king fails, the assassin trapped in the camp will naturally be dead, but if he tries to unfold the scroll before his death, no one here, including the king and Lucia, will survive.

Celia was not sure that she could kill the opponent in one fell swoop before the scroll was unconsciously opened. The assassin could sneak into the king's tent and repel the great warrior Afei with one move. It was definitely more difficult to deal with than the assassin outside. The atmosphere was extremely tense, and Celia calmed down and walked forward with a staff in her hand and asked, "This strange warrior, so brave, who are you?"

The assassin smiled slightly, his smile was very cheerful and his teeth were white: "You may have heard of my name. My name is Amon, the commander of the An-La Legion of the Eju Empire. The person outside is my personal guard captain Medanzo. You must also want to ask me why I did this and what conditions would I let your king go? After hearing my name, I think I don't have to ask any more of these! I came for peace between the two countries, and I just want to sit down and have a good talk."

Even though a great magician had a profound understanding, Celia almost couldn't stand firm. The leader of the An-La Legion, Amon, the survivor of Dukezhen Sinmen!

At this time, the great warrior Aruka, who rushed back, shouted: "General Amon, I admire your courage, but do you really think that if you come here alone, you can still go back alive?"

Amon was still laughing: "Of course I want to go back alive. I thought about it before I came. His Majesty the King will definitely protect me, right?"

This was said to Lucill. King Hati also saw the situation around him clearly. Although the assassin forced himself with a knife, he was also surrounded by a lot of siege. In the hinterland behind this front, if he hurt his life, he would not be able to escape. Lucill also recovered a little calmer and tried his best to say in a majestic tone: "General Amon, I can forgive your betrayal and offensive behavior, but since it is coming to pray for peace, you should put down your weapons and ask for my forgiveness first."

He tried his best to maintain the majesty of a king, but his voice was a little hoarse and his speech was a little trembling.
Chapter completed!