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Chapter 213 213. We were enemies before, we are enemies for one day, and we will be enemies for the rest of our lives!

At night, Lord Dozonia's manor.

After meeting Princess Cecilia, Lord Dozonia did not stop at all and drove out of the city and came to his own manor.

He didn't know why he left the city in such a hurry. That should have been his territory, and he shouldn't have given up the geographical advantage.

But Lord Dozonia had a feeling, a feeling that was extremely clear and definite.

It felt like it was telling him that if he continued to stay in the city...

will die!

He didn't know where this feeling came from. Princess Cecilia's mind and spirit were secretly interfered with by him. It would be almost impossible to detect if she was not a wizard who specialized in enchantment, or a psychic.

Even among fellow dragons, he can enchant and control everyone, and it is extremely rare to find someone who can match him in this field.

Now Princess Cecilia should be thinking about whether it is worth sacrificing more lives for revenge, and start to undermine the morale of the team.

It was obvious that the two were not the spellcaster's companions, so it was impossible for them to suspect him in such a short period of time.

As a master of enchantment, Lord Dozonia has never looked down upon those of his kind who use elemental attacks or simply engage in hand-to-hand combat with their sharp teeth and claws.

Not only did he spend so much effort to make the scene look very ugly, but he also reduced his income and ended up getting himself covered in blood.

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 party's thinking, causing a close-knit team to fall apart, thereby weakening the other party.

At that time, he wouldn't even have to show up. He just needed to give an order to his subordinates, and those who had lost their team would 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 dragons as the dominant race. There was great danger within the city.

But where does this danger come from and why does it come?
Doubts quietly occupied his mind, but Lord Dozonia soon stood up and looked around in doubt.

It's so quiet.

He was currently in a manor outside the city, which was the base he had established in this area.

Deployed around him are all dragon descendants whose bloodline is passed down from him. Whether in terms of bloodline or other aspects, 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 wizard workshop built under this manor.

When a mage is in his workshop, the defensive strength of this place can basically be summarized in two words: fortress.

Combined with the numerous dragonborn guards and the fact that Lord Dozonia himself is a dragon wizard proficient in enchantment, even if Reyasinwa mobilizes half of the country's forces to attack, at the very least he will be able to escape unscathed.

However, even for such a manor that even half of the country's army might not be able to conquer, Lord Dozonia could only hear dead silence in his ears.

There was absolutely no sound like what one would normally hear.

The feeling of crisis crept up his spine, and Lord Dozonia quietly sent out more than a dozen signals for help, but all the signals were like stones thrown into the darkness, with no response.

Was it intercepted, or did the reply never arrive?

Lord Dozonia hoped very much that it was the latter, but judging from the current situation, it was more like the former.

In the dead silence, Lord Dozonia suddenly asked, "Mr. Mo Hao, I have a question that I can't figure out. Can you give me an answer?" The stagnant environment underwent some changes, and a figure walked out of the darkness.

It is difficult to determine whether it is a figure hiding in the darkness or the darkness actively rushing forward to provide cover.

Seeing the darkness flowing like water and fading like a robe, Lord Dozonia's eyelids twitched. He knew that the guy in front of him who called himself the Dragon Destruction Swordsman was not much worse than the top stealth players in terms of stealth skills.

The demonic energy system in Mo Hao's body has a strong affinity for darkness and concealment. When the demonic energy and devilish breath fill his body, he can achieve the same effect as [Stealth].

The platinum swordsman holding the Dragon Killing Destroyer Sword looked at his target in surprise, "How did you know it was me?"

"You are the only one in my territory who can threaten me with death."

Because he judged that Mo Hao could kill him, Lord Dozonia did not resort to direct force. Instead, he secretly interfered with Princess Cecilia's will through communication, intending to cause a rift in the relationship of the three-person team and disband it.

This way, he wouldn't have to continue facing the dragon-slaying sword.

If the threat posed by the Dragon Destruction Swordsman was not too strong, Lord Dozonia would probably have called on his men to eliminate the three presumptuous people the moment they met.

But with the presence of Mo Hao, Lord Dozonia clearly realized that if he planned to use force, he would be the one who overestimated his own capabilities.

"I have answered your question. So can you tell me what benefit did the princess of the fallen country give you to make such a decision?"

Lord Dozonia paused, and then explained, as if trying to convince the other party, or as if trying to convince himself, "There is absolutely no possibility of comparing the Dragon Clan and the fallen Reyasinwa."

On one hand, there is the dominant race that dominates the sky, and on the other is a princess of a fallen country. If it weren't for the loyalty of her subordinates, she would have died countless times.

There is simply no comparison between the two.

"Simple, just two sentences."

The platinum-colored swordsman did not take the enemy seriously, and exuded a sense of nonchalance that was visible to the naked eye.

It seemed that this was not an assassination attempt that was carried out by sneaking into a manor that was actually a military fortress.

It's a boring assembly line job.

"We were enemies before, we are enemies today, and we will be enemies for the rest of our lives! I don't believe in turning enemies into friends, well, at least I don't want to talk about it now."

"Also..."

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to say it, you don't deserve to hear it."

His hand grasped the hilt of the Dragon Killing Destruction Sword, and his eyes instantly turned bloodthirsty and brutal red.

At this moment, Lord Dozonia activated all the props on his body and mobilized all his strength to construct the spell. This time he used the fastest speed in his life and even threw out disposable props continuously without caring about their value, just to stop Mo Hao for a moment.

The sword flashed, the picture froze, and then time began to flow slowly, and the thrown props fell to the ground.

At the same time as those props fell to the ground, the head of Lord Dozonia also fell to the ground.

His eyes were wide open with confusion and puzzlement.

Do not look down.

(End of this chapter)