Chapter 213 213. We were enemies before, we are enemies one day, and we will be enemies all our lives!
Night, the manor of Lord Dozonia.
After Lord Dozonia met with Princess Cecilia, he took a carriage and horse directly out of the city and came to his manor without stopping.
He didn't know why he had to leave the city in such a hurry. It was supposed to be his territory, so he shouldn't give up the geographical location.
But Lord Dozonia had a feeling, which was extremely clear and unambiguous.
The feeling was telling him that if he continued to stay in the city...
He would die!
He didn’t know where this feeling came from. Princess Cecilia was secretly interfered with her spirit and soul by him. If it weren’t for a mage who specializes in enchantment, or a psychic, it would be almost impossible. Discover.
Even if he is a spell caster among the dragons, he is also a master of confusion and control. It is extremely rare to be able to compete with him in this field.
Now Princess Cecilia should be thinking about whether it is worth sacrificing more lives for revenge, and begin to disintegrate the fighting spirit among the team.
The two companions who were clearly not spellcasters would definitely not be able to suspect him in a short period of time.
As a master of enchantment control, Lord Dozonia has always looked down upon similar people who used elemental bombardment, or simply went up to fight melee with fangs and claws.
It took so much effort to make the scene very unsightly, and it also reduced one's own income, and finally made oneself bloody.
This kind of behavior is not something he is willing to accept. He is more accustomed to using friendly words to quietly change the other person's mind, causing the close-knit team to collapse, thereby weakening the other party.
At that time, I don’t even need to show up, I just need to give an order to my subordinates, and those who have lost the team will be beaten to death in a dark corner like wild dogs.
Where does the problem occur?
Lord Dozonia believed in his own feelings and the intuition of the dragon as the dominant race. There was great danger in the city.
But where does this danger come from, and for what reason?
Doubts quietly occupied his mind, but soon Lord Dozonia stood up and looked around in confusion.
It’s too quiet.
The place where he is at this time is a manor outside the city, and this place is the base he has established in this area.
The people deployed around him are all dragonborn races passed down by his bloodline. Whether it is from bloodline or other places, these guards are absolutely loyal.
Even if they were asked to choose between death and betrayal, the guards would choose death without hesitation.
Not only that, Lord Dozonia also has a mage workshop built by him below this manor.
When a mage is in his workshop, the defense strength of this place can be summed up in two words: fortress.
Combined with the many dragon-born guards and the fact that Lord Dozonia himself is a dragon mage who is proficient in the magic control system, even if Leya Sinwa mobilizes half the country's power to conquer, the worst is possible. Must leave completely.
However, it is such a manor that even half the country's army may not be able to conquer. At this time, Lord Dozonia can only hear a dead silence in his ears.
There is no sound at all that should be there on weekdays.
The feeling of crisis quietly climbed up the spine, and the Lord of Dozonia quietly sent out more than a dozen signals for help, but all the signals were like stones thrown into the night, without any response.
Was it intercepted, or did the reply not arrive?
Lord Dozonia hopes it is the latter, but judging from the current situation, it is more like the former.
In the dead silence, Lord Dozonia suddenly asked, "Mr. Mo Hao, I have a question that I don't understand. I wonder if you can give me an answer?" The environment was like a stagnant water. Something changed, and a figure walked out of the darkness.
It is difficult to determine whether it is a figure hiding in the darkness, or whether the darkness is actively rushing up to provide cover for it.
Looking at the darkness fading away like flowing water and like a robe, Lord Dozonia's eyelids jumped. He knew that the guy in front of him who claimed to be the Dragon Destruction Swordsman could not compete with him in stealth skills. How much different are the top stalkers?
The demonic energy system in Mo Hao's body has a strong affinity for darkness and concealment. When the demonic energy and demonic breath fill his body, it can achieve the same effect as [stealth].
The platinum swordsman holding the Dragon Killing Destruction Sword looked at his target in surprise, "How did you know it was me?"
"The existence that can give me a sense of death threat is in my presence. You are the only one in the territory.”
Because he was sure that Mo Hao could kill him, Lord Dozonia did not resort to force directly, but secretly killed Princess Cecilia through communication. His will interfered with the intention of causing a rift in the relationship between the three-person team and disbanding it.
In this way, he no longer has to face the dragon-slaying sword.
If the threat posed by the Dragon Destroyer Swordsman hadn't been too strong, Lord Dozonia might have summoned a group of men to eliminate the three men who overestimated their capabilities the moment they met.
But with the presence of Mo Hao, Lord Dozonia clearly realized that if he planned to be tough, he would be the one who overestimated his capabilities.
“I have already answered your question, so can you tell me what benefits the dead princess gave you to make you make such a decision?”
Dozonia The lord paused, and then explained as if he was trying to persuade the other party or himself, "There is absolutely no possibility of comparison between the Dragon Clan and Leyashinwa, who has already perished."
On the one hand, it is The overlord race that dominates the sky, and the other is the princess of the subjugated country. If it weren't for the loyal subordinates around her, she would have died countless times.
There is no comparison at all between the two.
"Simple, two sentences."
The white-gold swordsman did not take the enemy seriously, and exuded a carelessness that was visible to the naked eye.
It seems that this is not an assassination attempt into a manor, but actually a military fortress.
It is a boring assembly line job.
"I was an enemy before, I am an enemy one day, and I will be an enemy all my life! I don't care about turning enemies into friends, well, at least I don't want to talk about it now."
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"Forget it, I'm too lazy to say it, you don't deserve to listen."
The palm of his hand held the hilt of the Dragon Killing Destruction Sword, and his eyes instantly turned bloodthirsty and cruel red.
At this moment, Lord Dozonia activated all the props on his body and mobilized all his power to construct the spell. This time, he used the fastest speed in his life, even without caring about the value, he would use it all at once. The props were constantly thrown out, just to be able to stop Mo Hao for a moment.
With a flash of sword light, the scene was frozen, and then time began to flow slowly, and the thrown props fell to the ground.
What fell to the ground at the same time as those props was the head of Lord Dozonia.
My eyes widened with doubts and confusion.
I will never die in peace.
(End of this chapter)