Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 406

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 406]

“Save, save me? What to do?” Ted was surprised, and he was actually thinking about how he should protect himself if the King of Wizards lost to Terror Blade.

“Actually, Charles is my father,” Grace said.

“That’s amazing!” Ted was startled, and quickly lowered his voice, “That’s really amazing.”

“Only Dad would save Mom with such trouble,” Grace said. “When he wins, I will take revenge on the idiots here, dig out their hearts and hearts to make potions, and I will definitely .”

“That’s great.” Ted sighed. “No, I don’t need you to do this. If the Ciel breaks down the castle and defeats our king, I’ll jump into the well and kill myself.”

“What are you doing! Isn’t it bad to live?”

“Because we are wizards,” Ted said, “there is absolutely no reason to reconcile with you and live in a situation like that. Only death can prove our loyalty to the Great Swamp and the ancestral witch tree.”

“I don’t believe it.” Grace curled her lips. “Every human being will think of life more than death.”

“Wizards and humans are different races,” Ted said.

“I see your mind is confused, we have no difference at all.”

“When everyone speaks the same language, you’d better learn it too.” Ted shrugged.

“Then don’t believe it.”

“I will believe it when the time is right.”

Grace found that Ted was walking in the direction of Jinyu.

“What are you doing there.” Grace pouted, “I don’t want to go there.”

“I have something important to report to our king,” Ted said. “I hope he is in a better mood.”

Chapter 497

Ted came to the door and found that there were many wizards standing or sitting inside. A wizard stood in front of everyone and was talking to the tall wizard king, his voice was noisy and spittle was flying.

“There’s a ‘speech’ like.” Ted slowly opened the door and got in sideways.

“Speech…” Grace followed.

It was an old wizard, Ted recognized him, his name was Orifama Murong, a very strange wizard, only in his twenties, but with the same wrinkled appearance as an old man, fighting demons when he was young, deeply deeply affected by it. Its harm, and thus cursed with aging and fatigue.

“…So, now our primary purpose is to fight the demons!” Orifama shouted.

“Demon…” Urkilic’s feathery tentacles dipped down quickly.

“The devil is the greatest disaster in this world! It will destroy the world! Bring our homeland to the end!” Orifama shouted, “Now our affairs are clear, have you heard the ancient stories! There was once a The king led his troops out of the city to fight against the enemy country, but at this time the god turned into a bird and entered his court, killing his favorite wife! This is a very simple truth. We should have a long-term perspective, think carefully, and think about our most important things. Fear, what is the most annoying thing! Peace with the Lomans, peace with the enemy, it’s no big deal! But if the demons take advantage of it, the whole world will collapse and collapse, then it won’t be so simple! We have nothing to do but endless grief, remorse, and self-cursing for the rest of our lives!”

“…” Urkilic paused for a moment.

Ted saw the potion jar in front of Urkilic, and the liquid contained in it shimmered like the sun, as if it had been made by melting gold and the sun.

I’m afraid Orifama will be thrown in too…

“So now we must stop the war wholeheartedly! Work with Charles Grani! Go to the west, we all unite, go to the west to fight the demons! This is where our greatest value is used, this is where our powerful The place where spells and exquisite golems should be used! My lord! Wake up! What a price we have paid to fight the charr. How ridiculous! Do we really have to make Such a series of absurd things, and then leave a messy trace in history, and then be ridiculed by future generations?”

“How can you say that!” Erno couldn’t help shouting as he stood beside Urkilic.

“Is that what you have to say? You absurd jester! Clown! And—”

Urkilic’s body squirmed forward, stretched out his pale, thin hand, and punched hard, knocking Orifama out, his body slid through the air, over the heads of Ted and Grace, towards the rear. It was called Flying and fell heavily to the ground.

“Is he all right?” Grace asked worriedly.

“Maybe. Do you know him?” Ted hid by the door. Urkilic was in a very bad mood now, and he certainly couldn’t announce Carsten’s death now.

“People in the Murong family don’t know much about it,” Grace said.

“Ah…” Orifama got up wearily and limped away.

“Let’s go too,” Grace said.

“Wait a minute, someone’s here.” Ted looked around, it was Jons, with a dark face, striding across the corridor to Jinyu, just dressed in messy clothes, with messy hair and a strange smell lingering on his body.

Grace grabbed Ted’s hand.

Ted had Grace behind him, but Yones was clearly not interested in them.

“How is the king’s mood?” Jons asked.

“It’s awful,” Ted said. “You wouldn’t want to talk to the king at a time like this.”

“But there’s no way,” Yones said. “I’ve got important news.”

“What news is worth letting go of everything you’re doing?” Ted was puzzled.

“Hey.” Jons sighed, “I don’t have anything on hand, everything is in the swamp.”

He sorted his clothes for the last time and walked into the Golden Mile.

“What is he doing?” Grace was scared.

“Look.” Ted frowned, what was it worth Jons taking the risk to see the King of Wizards.

He saw Urkilic’s rage still lingering, his moth shrunken and his tentacles drooping.

“My king.” Jons knelt down on one knee, “Charle Grani is marching towards the Anathas ancestral tree.”

Anathas is the official name of the ancestral witch tree. It is rumored that the ancestor wizard walked the earth under this name. The real name of the wizard is extremely precious and is only pronounced on the most formal and serious occasions.

“What is he doing there?” Urkilic asked.

“Burn it,” said Yones, “and raze it to the ground.”

The wizards present gasped.

“We must go back and protect An’Arthas!”

“Let’s go now!”

“We want to protect our ancestors’ legacy from that madman’s knife!”

Urkilic stood tall.

“No, we don’t need An’Arthas,” he said.

“There are shaman characters on the ancestral shaman tree!” the wizards shouted, “what if there are no shaman characters?”

“I have recorded them on my wings.” Urkilic turned around and spread out his moth wings. The blood-like shaman script radiated blood-red brilliance, almost eclipsed the sun in the Golden Domain. “Have you seen it? I have seen it, Ciel’s plan is to get me out of the castle, but I won’t be fooled, I’m ready.”

“…” The wizards were silent.

Urkilic turned around, expecting to be applauded by the people, but he was silenced, only endless silence.

“…What does that mean?” Urkilic said.

“The ancestral witch tree is everything to us.”

“We must go back and protect An’arthas.”

“We have grown up with the ancestral witch tree since we were young, and we must not sit idly by and let it be destroyed!”

“We’re going back to protect the Great Swamp!” The wizards stood up one after another.

“…I need you to maintain the technique, to maintain the ‘net’.” Urkilic said slowly, “You are more proficient in the true understanding of the ‘net’ than I am.”

“It’s time to return to the Great Swamp,” said a wizard.

Urkilic shook his head indifferently.

“I won’t accept it.”

“We have to go further.” Ted lowered his voice and took Grace a few steps back.

“But we must,” said the wizards. “We are not worthy to be called wizards if we sit and watch An’arthas be destroyed by the charr.”

“Are you really willing to submit to such a simple scheme? Are you really willing to be fooled by a mortal like this?” Urkilic’s voice trembled.

“It’s not ‘fooling’, it’s duty!” a wizard shouted.

“Look at it,” Urkilic turned to the blood sun hanging high in the golden domain, “it’s creation, it’s vitality, it’s a great mystery that we have at our fingertips, worship it with me, worship it with me , there is only this bright sun in my eyes now, can’t you feel it?”

“The sun has driven you mad!” cried the other wizard, “Wake up!”

“You are the king of wizards! Not the king of the sun!”

“Wake up! Honorable King! We are wizards! Our mission is to seek truth, not to be its servants!”

Urkilic was silent.

Seeing its lack of response, the wizards exchanged glances and made up their minds.

“Daniel Fire Eater, Toad School, is leaving to protect the homeland.”

“Forret Crabpaw of the White Sandpiper School, farewell, great king.”

“Ernst Chuwei of the Dragon School, retire to the noble king.”

“Jones phantom of the White Sandpiper School, he’s leaving now.” Jons also stood up and walked out without looking back.

“Al Eagle of the Otter School, must go back to protect the safety of the ancestral tree.”

That Charles is really great.

Ted was startled.

It is so easy to separate the king of wizards and the many wizards under him.

Suddenly he felt dazed.

ahh-

One second, two seconds, it seems that so much time has passed without knowing it.

In an instant, Ted saw the corridors full of corpses.

No one survived.

Grace shivered all over, and ran crawling and crawling, Ted followed suit in a panic, and the two figures disappeared in the corridor.

In Jinyu, Yulkelic reached out and grabbed a still warm corpse, stuffed it into a transparent urn, and then poured the cocoon liquid into the urn.

Seeing the effect of the cocoon fluid on the corpse, Urkilic’s tentacles rose higher and higher, until at the end, he even hummed a song.

Erno was also involved in a large-scale slaughtering technique, and the seven orifices collapsed beside Urkilic in blood. Urkilic was unaware of this, he just silently stared at the pot of golden cocoon liquid.

All the love and belief in this life are in it.

…as it should be.

After all, no one had reminded him of what he used to like.

And no one cared what he used to be like.

[End of This Chapter]