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Chapter 236 The Enemy Is In The East!

Princess Anne has a lovely name, consciously she is jealous of her brothers and sisters, they have loud and beautiful titles, live in the summer castle, are served by slaves, and she has to work, cook, learn magic hard, think Live alone as best you can.She was driven out, like a savage, and although her parents came to visit regularly, they always took a look and left.She had been cared for as a baby, a haggard woman who seemed to be an aunt, although no one had ever respected her aunt.

Anne learned her noble status from her aunt: the first daughter of the current king and the eldest princess of St. Benzie, but it was of no use.

After the destruction of St. Benzie, the inhuman treatment ended. Princess Anne was shocked to find her father appeared and took her with her every step of the way while fleeing. Although she was still not allowed to use any resources, she would be nervous as soon as she was out of sight.

Princess Anne was very happy, her father was kind and even ignored the other princesses and princes, as if she was the most important person in the world.She tried to ask her brothers and sisters for fancy clothes and food, and her father would immediately growl like a different person, and even squeeze her cheeks to force her to spit out what she ate.

why?

As time passed, Princess Anne became more and more confused. Her father's contradictory behavior made her puzzled. As time went by, the nine-year-old her became more and more disturbed. The hard life since she was a child made her sensitive and suspicious. This kind of treatment seemed to hide With some kind of ominous omen.

This question was answered in the first early summer after the destruction of Summer Castle.

"Thers, please accept our sacrifice!" The desperate King San Benzi shouted to the sky, "This is a pure virgin, born noble, who has never eaten the food of blood or drunk the water of sin. Flawless and innocent, she is my dearest relative, and I dedicate her to you here, please..."

At this time, Princess Anne understood the reason for her short life experience, and also understood her father's strange contradictory attitude.She was tied to an upright tree trunk, and slaves continued to pile dry wood under her feet. She didn't know how the sacrifice was done, but she knew that the dry wood was used for burning.

Not far away, the coalition forces of Rochester and Crandall were resting lazily. They seemed to be completely indifferent to the sacrificial ceremony of St. Benzie. The two kings standing in front of the formation, Alexander and Inger, were both wearing mocking banners. Smile, naturally, there is a lot of magic protection in front of them, and the King Saint Benze just used various methods and even the cruelest slave sacrifice failed to break it.

It was this gang of coalition forces that drove the last group of St. Benzie out of the ground and chased them like hounds chasing a rabbit for half a month.

Princess Anne didn't get a good night's sleep and was often awakened by the sound of horseshoes in the middle of the night. She was afraid of the coalition forces. Now, she felt that her family was even more terrifying.

A familiar face flashed past among the slaves stacking firewood. Anne recognized it was her aunt, the former eldest princess. She understood why her aunt sent her to take care of her. The mission of the eldest princess was to be sacrificed , It's just that my aunt was lucky and didn't come in handy.

"Run... run!"

After whispering, the rope on Princess Anne's body suddenly broke, she fell, turned around and ran without hesitation, the screams from behind tied her footsteps, she turned her head, and saw her aunt being caught by something invisible Torn into pieces, the only face she felt kind to her was distorted and terrified among the blood and flesh, but she still screamed: "Run! Run, run, run!"

Annie stretched out her hand. She remembered the spell. She didn't know where she got it. The incomplete parchment said that this spell was powerful and terrifying. The only flaw was that this spell could only be used on blood relatives.

King San Benze, who managed to escape from the coalition forces, suddenly screamed. His skin was falling off piece by piece, followed by muscles and bones, all flowing down like melted candles. The most terrifying thing was that he was still alive during the whole process. When the larynx disappeared, he could no longer make a sound, but his lips were still opening and closing, and the round eyeballs exposed when he fell to the ground in a puddle were still rolling and twitching, as if trying to see the murderer clearly.

"Father killing is a great crime!" Princess Anne's second brother screamed, "Don't you know the rules of wills? You killed us! Ahhhh—"

Several screams sounded at the same time. It was the noble princesses and princes. Including Princess Anne, all the royal heirs began to melt like the king. The slaves who came from the blood were naturally especially guarded against the hatred from the blood relatives. Under the law of wills, murder by blood will be an eye for an eye and an eye for an eye.

The slaves stood aside coldly. The slaves of St. Benze had no illusions about their masters. These "livestock" with an average lifespan of just over 20 watched their masters turn into a puddle of flesh, and the corners of their mouths overflowed involuntarily, making people palpitate smile.

Princess Anne was the only person who was tortured without screaming. She seemed to have accepted her fate long ago. However, when death came, she was the only one who "existed" in the world—in the form of a soul.She looked at the coalition army not far away, and the two kings watched the whole process, and even exchanged a few words and burst into laughter.

The first object of hatred is dead, isn't there a second?

Princess Anne's heart suddenly surged with extreme anger, as if some unknown thing drove her, she screamed, disappeared in place like a ghost, and suddenly appeared in front of King Inger of Crandall, with slender arms Straight into the middle-aged man's heart, his smile was still on his face, he lowered his head in disbelief and bewildered, muttering: "How can..." After that, he disappeared into a puff of smoke In the air, the horse under the crotch let out a cry, and ran back slowly.

"I knew you used a substitute!" Alexander cursed, turned his horse's head and galloped away without hesitation, without even looking behind, Princess Anne's blow seemed to have expended a lot of power, and her figure became transparent , distorted, as if it would dissipate at any time.

No one dared to approach. Princess Anne knelt on the ground and muttered to herself: "Judgment Knight, please listen to my lawsuit. The one who killed me was not this person, but he was stained with my blood..."

Gray mist shrouded the surrounding area, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, O'Casey slowly stepped out of the thick fog, and said in a hoarse voice: "I have heard your complaint, who is the accuser?"

"King Alexander of Losher!" Princess Anne pointed at the person who ran a hundred meters away, "If it wasn't for their persecution, I wouldn't have died!"

O'Casey tilted his head and looked at Annie for a while, then said, "You are also a sinful person..."

"I have not eaten the bread of blood, nor drank the water of sin!" Princess Anne screamed, her immature face was no longer innocent and cute.

"Oh..." O'Casey said with some regret, "It's true."

Princess Anne was a little puzzled: Why is this fallen trial knight a little different from the rumors?

A hundred meters away, O'Casey's figure suddenly appeared in front of Alexander who was running wildly. Alexander, who couldn't stop his horse, crashed into the thick fog like this. He screamed terribly, and his body kept twisting as if trying to break free from something. , but the thick fog still engulfed him, as if he was chewing something. After a while, a head was "vomited" out. It was a strange man, not Alexander.

"It turned out that you all used doubles. You thought there was a good chance." O'Kasey murmured dissatisfiedly in front of Annie. The dense fog on the side of Alexander seemed to be a shadow, and it disappeared in an instant. The vague face looked at Annie's increasingly thin soul, "Sorry, since you didn't succeed today, you have to wait in line."

Annie's expression froze for a moment: "Line up?"

"Yes." O'Casey sighed obviously, "There are too many businesses. Even if you don't succeed today, you have to wait for me to kill them one by one."

"Aren't you a trial knight?" Anne's soul raised her voice in dissatisfaction, like a scream that tore skin, "Aren't you supposed to judge the guilty person I sued?"

"I am." O'Casey raised his head and looked at something, and when Anne's soul disappeared in the screaming, he whispered, "I just temporarily remembered something from the past."

Before the coalition forces rushed over, the fallen knights of judgment and the gray fog disappeared like bubbles, and the front coalition forces rushed into the chaotic survivors of St. Banze without any scruples. The slaves knelt down and begged for mercy, not caring at all that their master was being chopped into a pulp in front of their eyes.

St. Benzie has since become history. However, St. Benzie's dying counterattack still left a little sequelae. In Crandall's capital palace, Inger vomited blood, clutched his chest and wailed endlessly. The mage has cast countless spells, but repeated use has no effect at all. From the appearance, there is no scar on his chest. A mage has cast the eye of truth, and the heart is 100% guaranteed to be intact, but he can't stop coughing up blood Can't stop the pain either.

After half an hour of pain, Inger got a chance to breathe. He lay on the ground and roared: "Find me the best healer! Also, contact the Middle Kingdom, I'm going to Maibei Valley! "

"The matter of Mai Beigu has not yet been confirmed." A mage whispered.

"Ask me!" Inger, drenched in sweat, said angrily, "Didn't you say that the substitute is safe? Why am I suffering like this? Do you still want me to trust you?!"

The mages all lowered their heads and remained silent. After the split of the Law Association, the power is not as good as before. The high-level mages are also in a situation where they can't take care of themselves.

Cecil was ignorant of the major events that happened far away in St. Benzie. The Gay Knights are shrinking. The main reason is not the turmoil within the Knights, but that many civilizations and countries are in chaos. Several small countries appeared in the original location of the tower, and the ministers of Gretel appeared directly in Moon City.

When receiving this news, Cecil was very surprised: "Grete? Are you sure it's me?"

"Yes." Langdon said, "There is someone in the Gay Knights who stayed in Gretel. They are indeed members of the blood family, but they are very young."

"The old ones were killed by Amber." Cecil grumbled, "How many people have they come? What are they doing?"

"More than 300 people." Langdon said.

Cecil took back the steps he had taken, and said in shock, "300 people? I remember that there are only four bloodline families in total. Are there 300 people in their direct lineage?"

"Yes, but quite a few have been killed. The people here are probably all of them." Langdon said with a subtle smile, "Do you want to meet?"

This is of course to be seen.

Cecil went to the meeting room and met the four current patriarchs. I have to say that these people are too young, all of them are around 20 years old, and there is even one who looks underage, with an immature face and baby fat.

"Your Majesty the Central King." After saluting, the oldest-looking patriarch said, "Please forgive our presumptuousness, we are in the midst of family survival, and we have to be cheeky to ask you to forgive us..."

"I'm not going to hit Gretel." Cecil said bluntly, "This is your housework."

"No, it's not." The patriarch who spoke smiled slightly, "We decided to leave Gretel. Would you like to accept those of us who are forced to wander?"

Cecil was stunned for a while, and said with some amusement: "You are a blood family, right?"

"Unlike St. Benzie, King Gerrett has to face us in person before he can issue orders." The young patriarch said calmly, "If you want to know more, we can also tell you in detail."

Cecil looked at the patriarch and saw only calmness and peace. He suddenly asked, "Did you also learn how to reincarnate the old monster?"

The young patriarch's smile didn't change at all, as if it had grown on his face. After a while, he smiled and said: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Well, this attitude has already explained the problem.

Cecil said with some headaches: "Haven't you thought about killing Amber and becoming the emperor?"

"Emperor? That's a very good title." The patriarch nodded, "If you are worried that we are bait, you don't have to. Your Majesty... probably has gone crazy. We just want to find a tolerant civilization that can allow us to start again. Open up a new life. Tanbunita has perished, the southern continent is fighting endlessly, and the west has always looked down on us, so there is only the Middle Kingdom."

Cecil was silent for a moment, and asked, "Is Amber crazy?"

If Cecil could see the scene in Great Palace, he would probably agree with the young patriarch.Blood soaked the carpet, and there were stinking corpses everywhere. Amber was wearing pajamas, holding a dagger, wandering around with tired and crazy eyes full of lack of sleep. There is enough food in the palace, and he can also make magic Water and magic bread, but sleep cannot be replaced by magic. He has been wandering around the palace for three days without sleep, and all living things have been murdered. He doesn't trust anyone, and everyone wants to kill him... everyone...

No one entered the palace, the sporadic screams scared the civilians away, and the ministers fled long ago. Even people from non-blood families can smell danger when they find that the luxurious houses of blood families are empty. They fled directly from the city, even dared to loot it if they were bold, but they dare not go to the imperial palace, absolutely not, no one is a fool.

The king of Tambuneta died before the country collapsed, or, precisely because of his death, caused the collapse of Tambuneta, and Gretel, on the contrary, caused Gretel's disintegration precisely because Amber was alive.

In the end, Cecil did not agree to the application of this group of bloodline families. 300 people are not all, and some of them must have escaped and hid. Anyway, as long as they don't see Amber's face.

"I have a hunch that the people of this bloodline family are like a kind of bird that lays eggs in the nests of other birds. The young of this kind of bird will be born early and push all the eggs out of the nest." A strange shape appeared in Cecil's mind, and he shivered involuntarily, "In short, I don't accept these people."

"It's all right, these people are irrelevant." Langdon said, "Great is too. After all, he is located in the Far East and has little impact on the world situation, but another person is more important."

"What's wrong?" Cecil asked.

"Inger's in trouble."

After Langdon finished talking about what happened to Inger, Cecil frowned tightly: "Is it so careless?"

"Maybe it's because we think we've got a chance to win." Langdon said, "But we really don't know much about slavery countries, some secrets are unclear, and even I don't know what kind of method that little princess used."

"That's plane damage." A familiar voice sounded, and Moyer leaned against the door frame in a chic posture, "The substitute that Inger used wisely will not transmit any magic damage, even an attack on the soul to the body In fact, the problem is that the little princess was already in a special state at that time. This was the punishment of St. Benzie for the kinslayer. The kinslayer will always be in a state of neither life nor death, and the soul will repeat the torture of death over and over again until eternity. It will not be long The soul of the little princess will be reborn. In order to achieve this effect, the law of the will actually strips the soul of the little princess and puts it into a special plane, so that she can hurt Yingge who is thousands of miles away. Er, because the coordinates of that plane are different."

Knowing this news did not bring any comfort to Cecil: "O'Casey is here too?"

"No, he's too busy with business now." Moyer's expression was not very good when he mentioned this, "By the way, don't think about treating Ingle, it's useless, unless someone can enter that plane for treatment, the real one The wound is not in this plane at all."

"Didn't I tell him not to do anything?" Cecil said.

"You can't control him." Moyer lazily said, "Besides, if he doesn't kill the Loschers, can't he kill people from other places? Do you know how many people in this world are praying for justice and revenge at the same time? You That innocent brain..."

"Okay, it's nothing for you, go out." Cecil was too lazy to listen to Moyer's bewitching, and said casually, "Seeing O'Casey, tell him to take it easy."

Moyer stood still at the door, and after a while he said slowly: "You have to know, O'Casey has no moral constraints on me now..."

The meeting room was quiet, Cecil turned a deaf ear to Moyer's threats, but Langdon looked over with his blue eyes. The half-blood devil was so fearless that day that he felt a little nervous in his heart. He laughed dryly and then quietly disappeared, as if he had never been there before. .

"Can you beat him?" Cecil asked without looking up, as if it were just a casual remark.

"I couldn't before, but now I can." Langdon rested his chin on the door and frowned his beautiful eyebrows. "I just wondered why Moyer didn't open the gate of purgatory. He is no longer bound by the morality of a paladin."

"Maybe O'Casey doesn't want to open the door, but he is not bound by the paladins, not by O'Casey." Cecil raised his head and said with some emotion, "I just don't know how long O'Casey can last."

Inger, as Moyer said, no matter what kind of healer is helpless, even Owen was invited to go. After doing everything possible, he said what Moyer said. However, no one knows the law of the will, and no one After hearing about that plane, other mages belittled Owen's statement, thinking that he was talking nonsense to show off his abilities.

Owen had stayed in the Middle Kingdom for nearly ten years, and Cecil was always polite to him. Wherever he had suffered such grievances, he immediately put on a face and walked away.

Inger recklessly set off for Maibei Valley, and only received Cecil's reply on the way. However, he could not survive that day, and the heartache tormented him day and night. Rather, it has been a long time since he was able to survive for so long. It was unexpected.

The king of the largest magic empire just died on a concrete highway. He lay down in the carriage, his face as pale as paper, surrounded by panicked queens and healers.

Inger's sudden death added a cloud of ambiguity to the situation on the brink of chaos in the western continent, and Crandall immediately fell into disputes. According to the news sent by Wang Qi, the court was very unstable, and the three princes were on the verge of chaos. It is secretly accumulating strength.

"I thought that things like Inger's funeral should be arranged." Cecil said doubtfully.

"Inger's death was too sudden..." Langdon fell silent after saying this, "Didn't you find anything wrong?"

"what?"

"Alexander has been quiet."

Oh right, why didn't Alexander do anything at this time?

Recently, there have been a lot of people in the jungle bordering Los Cher and the Green Bank. These people wore unidentifiable clothes, and their neat camp layout and well-trained actions still exposed their identities—this is a group of soldiers.

"It's hard not to disturb those elves." The commander-like figure frowned. "Although they have no fighting power, they have a keen sense of touch. They can find us after a few days wherever we walk."

"Then don't get close to their city, and send a few people to sneak into the tunnel to make a temporary magic door, and we will use the magic door." Alexander looked at the dense forest in front of him and said, "Quick battle, occupy the Buai tunnel, and then capture the green bank Elf, when riding Crandall to take down Maibei Valley and San Panier, the bottling business of San Benzie has already started, and all the west will belong to us before this year! Next year, the east will be our last enemy!"

Although the commander eagerly agreed, he hesitated and said: "Your Majesty, Dongfang is not worthy of being our enemy, why not find a way to cut Klan..."

"No!" Alexander snapped, his eyes flashed with confusion, and he soon came to his senses again, "For the sake of pure magic, the East must be destroyed! The East is our most important task!"