Chapter 100 Treason
The next day, game time is 7:03 a.m.
The southeastern continent of the Innocence, the outskirts of Banser City
Ji Xiao Island is in Grand Duke Garros She slowly woke up in the carriage, and Mo who was sitting next to her was still asleep. The eyes under the mask were closed tightly, and the breathing was even and gentle...
"Hmm!" The girl who had just logged into the game suddenly found herself leaning on the other person's shoulder, which was not very generous, and couldn't help but straighten up immediately. A flash of bright red flashed across her body and pretty face, which was so fair that it was almost bloodless.
Garros, who was sitting opposite the two of them, also opened his eyes from his sleep at this time, and smiled at Ji Xiaodao: "You can rest a little longer."
We all know this leader of the Chauvinian Empire. The Duke must have been controlled by one of Mo's talents, but this does not mean that he has lost his mind or the ability to think independently. In fact, the current Grand Duke Garros feels that he has never been so clear-headed, so even if he throws it away Under the influence of some kind of power, he was still grateful to the master who always wore a mask in front of him.
Grateful to the other party for liberating his true self...
Although from an objective and essential point of view, his soul is now extremely distorted, and he can hardly find any trace of the former one. That's the shadow of 'Grand Duke Garros'.
"That's enough." Ji Xiaodao shook his head, and then asked casually: "How long have I slept?"
"About ten minutes." Garros replied softly: "It's not much different from the time when I drew a low-level magic scroll..."
Ji Xiaodao nodded silently and calculated quickly in his mind. After Ichiban's own offline time, he came to almost the same conclusion as the other party's answer just now.
Although he had spent twelve hours in reality, he almost fell into the murderous dish specially prepared by his sister for himself, and witnessed his mother, who was angry at being laughed at by his father, beating the former for an hour. For a long time, but in the 'World of Innocence', I only slept for a little more than ten minutes...
Because I have been staying with Garros, as a player, Mo and himself Being offline under the attention of this NPC will not turn into white light and disappear, but will fall into a state between sleep and coma.
【How do you know this kind of thing...】
Ji Xiaodao stared blankly at the side face of the man next to him. The man's sleeping face was unexpectedly well-behaved. Although he was just leaning on the back of the chair with his head hanging down, in the eyes of the girl, it was unprecedentedly peaceful and peaceful. mild.
Of course, the so-called 'well-behaved' is just her illusion, just like when we are thrown into an environment of minus 40 to 50 degrees for several days, when we return to normal temperature, we will have a kind of ' Damn it's so hot'.
But it’s not actually very hot, it’s just that we have become accustomed to the cold that seems to freeze our souls...
However, although he understands the truth, Ji Xiaodao still stares before going offline. He stared at Mo beside him for almost a day. The latter had been offline since he briefly appeared yesterday morning. He was 'sleeping' all the way from the royal capital to Banser City, while the girl was In this way, I stayed with this body the entire journey without doing anything.
You must know that Garros has gone out and passed the gas several times...
"Ms. Silent Prayer." Garros saw that the girl in front of him was no longer sleepy, so he whispered to the latter: "There are only about forty minutes left from Banser City. Master, when will he Will you wake up?”
The distracted Dark Elf was stunned for a moment, then reacted for a moment, then shook his head and said, “I don’t know, but it should be about right...”
"I'm already awake."
A voice without any emotion sounded in Ji Xiaodao's ears. Mo, who had been 'sleeping' all the way through the game, had already opened his eyes and raised his head. Asked Garros softly: "About forty minutes?"
"Yes, Master." Garros replied respectfully: "If we march urgently, we can compress the time in half."
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Mo nodded, then chuckled and said: "No need, we are already far in advance. You go tell the Marshal to let everyone rest for a while, and then find a member of the Knights who seems to be talkative to come over to see me. It's the most common. The kind that doesn’t attract anyone’s attention.”
“Your will”
Garros stood up and saluted, then opened the side door and walked out of the fast carriage. , with the blessing of high-level wind magic, quickly swept towards the front of the large army.
Five minutes later
A knight with a few freckles on his face appeared in Garros' carriage and saluted Mo: "Lord Sinlord, are you looking for me?"
This young man had dark blue curly hair and was carrying a shield and a lance. He looked a little dusty from traveling all the way. He looked at Mo and Ji Xiaodao in front of him with some embarrassment, and looked at the latter. He turned his head shyly behind his gaze.
"Don't be nervous." Mo Wen smiled and asked him with interest: "What is your name? Where do you belong?"
"My name is Thomas, sir. "The young human man immediately replied loudly: "Yes. An ordinary member of the Knights of the Sword of the Tsar, um, a middle-level knight."
The last sentence seemed to be something he added temporarily after taking a quick look at Ji Xiaodao...
"Excellent." Mo Wen nodded.
"You're flattered~" Thomas scratched his cheek in embarrassment and said with a smile: "The threshold of our knights is the middle-level knight."
Then...
"I want to trouble you Do me a favor, Thomas"
"Huh?"
"Look into my eyes..."
...
One hour later
In the Chauvin Empire, on the outskirts of Banser City
“It’s spectacular.”
Mo Tan stood at the front of the team , looking at the countless huge magic arrays in the distance and the layers of elemental runes around them, he sighed sincerely.
Standing beside him were Imperial Marshal Galahat, Grand Duke Garros and Ji Xiaodao.
Behind them was a neat phalanx of the Knights of the Sword of the Tsar, as well as the Hurricane Mage Group on both sides.
Everyone has a little uneasiness on their faces. Although they are still some distance away from Banser City, this location is enough to make them feel a strong sense of depression and the malice mixed with crazy resentment in the air. .
Standing in front of a dead city that was slaughtered not long ago, standing on the edge of this cursed land and feeling the endless resentment and despair in the air, is undoubtedly an extremely creepy experience. .
But the commotion and chaos did not happen... Not only because Marshal Galahad, who rules the Knights, and Grand Duke Garros, the leader of the Hurricane Mage Group, are both here, located in Banser City at this moment. The magical light directly above, shining as brightly as a star map, filled everyone with confidence.
In the eyes of the knights, it is the powerful power of their country-protecting god, Pharaoses.
In the eyes of mages, the countless magic arrays moving in mid-air are grand miracles that combine astrology and all elements. The mysterious runes make those who control these elements even more... They watched mesmerized.
“It’s unimaginable, it’s unimaginable!” A high-level magician from the Hurricane Mage Group raised his neck and said infatuatedly: “This is art and a miracle! I think the word sage is no longer enough to describe it. The power of Lord Farah... The super-order compound magic of all elements, combined with the power of the stars... This is simply like the authority of God..."
A knight who was still a little trembling before also said Then he clicked his tongue: "Your Majesty the God of Law, His Excellency the Grand Duke Garros and the Marshal, plus us, tsk tsk, even if there are a few dragons, I guess we can take them down, right?"
"Look at your potential, we are the country's military force! What are a few dragons?"
"I feel that if it is only to that level, the God of Law alone is enough..."
"Our marshal can do it too!"
"Where is the Grand Duke of Garros..."
"The Grand Duke of Garros is probably a bit hung up..."
...
"Garos." Mo looked at the beautiful, powerful, exuding a huge sense of oppression, and the magic circle that was gradually becoming complete and compounded with unknown weights above Banser City. , asked softly: "How long will it take for our Dharma God to complete that magic?"
Garros pondered for a moment, and replied: "I can't be sure, but according to the current situation, at least It will still take half an hour. I can feel that at least forty magic nodes related to the wind element have not yet been activated. If we extrapolate it, it is not impossible for a few hours..."
"That's really it. Regret~" Mo raised his hand to cover his mask, and the murderous intent escaped from his eyes. He turned around and saluted Galahad exaggeratedly: "Your Excellency Marshal..."
The latter He turned sideways, then turned around and shouted loudly: "Enter the city!"
Going into town? ?
Everyone was stunned, because the previous plan was not like this. It stands to reason that only Marshal Galahad should enter the city at this time to protect the magic god and cast the spell, while the knights and mages should Station outside Banser City until the Great Retrospective Spell is cast...
"Enter the city!" The voice of Duke Garros then thundered in everyone's ears through amplification magic: "Don't let The marshal said it for the second time! I will tell you the reason later."
"Yes!"
The crowd of more than 3,000 people immediately obeyed the order, and the originally loose formation became meticulous again. Slowly march towards Banser City, which has become a cursed land.
No one would be willing to question the orders issued simultaneously by Marshal Galahad and Duke Garros.
......
In Banser City
"Huh?" Farah, who had just cleared all the casting materials and was fine-tuning the large number of magic nodes in mid-air, was slightly startled. Then he looked in the direction of the city gate in the distance and muttered: "Why are you bringing so many people in? Is that old boy Galahat showing off?"
Five minutes later
The strongest individuals and combat teams of the Chauvin Empire met on the Central Avenue in the ruins of Banser City.
The two heroes of the empire, Marshal Galahad and the protector of the country, Farah
The Hurricane Mage Group and its leader: Duke Garros, the Great Wind Mage.
Knights of the Tsar's Sword.
The magic nodes in the sky composed of various elements are gradually being lit up. A huge light curtain appears behind Farah, with phantoms like starlight constantly flowing on it. Countless seemingly messy magic circles began to overlap or link with each other, intertwining into a magic dome like a sky.
"I'm glad you're not late." Farah turned around and smiled at Galahad, who was standing dozens of meters away from him. He raised his hand to wipe away a few strands of sweat from his forehead, and then sketched out the outline at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye. Two magic symbols that look like burning flames, while adjusting it They stood in front of us and said loudly and loudly: "I still have about an hour to complete the spell casting, and I will leave it to you during this time."
Galahat did not speak, but gently waved He waved his hand and motioned for the knights behind him to stand further forward.
"You old lion..." Farah, who was in the center of countless magic nodes, sighed and frowned: "I should have told you that it is best not to let the soldiers enter the city. The atmosphere here is harmful to ordinary people. The influence is too great. If you don’t want to listen, forget it...you Let everyone get closer, and the environment around me will be slightly more stable."
But Galahad pulled out the dark golden giant sword behind him in the next second, which was also the last Shavin. The powerful weapon given to him by the emperor - the Sand Burial Gate.
This weapon, which is more like a 'shield' than a 'giant sword', is rectangular in shape. Except for the hilt and guard, everything is made of extremely precious sand gold and alchemy by thousands of craftsmen. It took half a year to make the steel pearl powder and it barely took shape. Theoretically, it can break all low-level magic. Armor, penetration and tearing effects, and there are four permanent enchantments on it, namely 'Strength', 'Giant Strength', 'Blade Wind' and 'Splash', which Farah personally blessed after being drunk by Galahad one time. The effect, from a player's perspective, is at least a 'only epic' with extremely high usage requirements.
"Is there an enemy?" Farah's face suddenly became serious. His years of trust in Galahad did not cause him to have other ideas. The Dharma God's first reaction was that his friend had sensed some danger, and he immediately Draw your sword and prepare to protect yourself.
However...
Galahat's beard and hair were spread out, and he suddenly swung a sword into the air on the spot. The 'Sand Burial Gate' in his hand was actually in an instant. A dim yellow flame rose up, and then turned into a ten-year-old sword. Yu Mi's lance ghost roared out, directly penetrating dozens of magic nodes that had just begun to slowly operate. At the same time, it also shattered a large number of elemental runes that had stabilized, making the star map behind Farah as beautiful as The light curtain suddenly shattered into pieces.
"Galahat! What are you doing!" Farah didn't even realize what was happening for a moment. He looked at his old friend with white hair and white hair in front of him in disbelief. After a while, he shouted sharply: "My friend, Galahad Waldstein! Are you crazy? Do you know what you have done!!"
The old marshal just remained silent and said There was no answer to Farah's question.
But his doubts were soon answered.
A young man wearing a mask slowly walked out of the crowd, walked to Marshal Galahad in a silence that could hear a pin drop, then turned around and smiled at everyone, and whispered Said: "According to His Excellency the Marshal and Grandmaster Garros The secret investigation of the Duke, our protector of the country, the sage of both arcane and space magic, the great astrologer of the empire, the president of the Troon magician branch, Faraosis..."
"Treason !" Galahad raised the giant sword again.
“Treason!” Wind and thunder surged between Duke Garros’ hands.
“Treason!” The guilty prince looked up to the sky and sighed, his tone full of heaviness and sorrow: “What a pity...”
Chapter 97: The End
(End of this chapter)