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Chapter 178 The Fall of the Nation (Part 3)

Inside the royal chamber, several figures hurriedly entered the secret room.

Then light the candles in the secret room.

A candle was lit, and a mirror was placed in the small, enclosed room.

As the candle smoke rose, the smooth mirror gradually became blurry. The man who entered the secret room wiped the mirror, and its surface gradually became smooth again.

A figure appeared in the mirror.

"Ancestor, the kingdom is now facing its greatest crisis." The man in front of the mirror knelt on the ground.

"What crisis?"

"A wizard is attacking the capital; the kingdom is in danger of destruction," the kneeling man said.

"A wizard?" came a questioning voice from the mirror.

"Wasn't there a Kingdom Protection Treaty? And a wizard would violate the treaty? Could it be a wandering wizard?" A questioning voice came from the mirror.

The man kneeling on the ground dared not speak; he did not know whether this wizard who had suddenly entered the capital was a wandering wizard.

But no matter what kind of wizard it is, even a wandering wizard, they are not someone they can deal with.

This is a fundamental difference.

"Someone broke the rules. I'll handle this. You can go back now," a voice came from the mirror.

"Okay ancestor."

The man kneeling on the ground got up, turned around, and left.

A large amount of black mist surged from the mirror behind him, seeping into the man's hair. Unaware of this, the man took two more steps forward.

Suddenly his body stiffened, and in the next moment, the expression on his face changed from pain to calm in just two breaths.

The man who had stopped in place continued walking forward, but this time both his walking rhythm and the expression on his face were completely different from before.

Stepping outside onto the street, I heard the screams and shouts echoing throughout the city.

The man's eyes were indifferent.

Pushing open the stone gate and stepping out of the castle, I heard the sounds of battle cries and screams rising and falling outside.

The man walked expressionlessly to the top floor of the castle. He turned to look towards the city, a strange light flashing in his eyes. It was the Wizard's Tower. It really was a wizard.

"Since he's a wizard, things are easier to explain."

"I really don't know which wizard broke the rules," the man muttered to himself.

"What an ignorant child." A hint of anger flashed across the man's face.

The next moment, he raised his head, coldly surveying the city. Suddenly, he took a deep breath, then opened his mouth and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. Black smoke continued to spread, turning into dense black fog that spread in all directions.

The black fog continued to spread, and some goblins who were nearby smelled it and immediately collapsed and fainted.

The black mist continued to spread, and it seemed to be showing a tendency to rival the white mist released by the wizard tower.

Lynn, atop the wizard's tower, sensed unusual energy fluctuations, and noticed that some black mist had appeared in the previously restricted white mist area.

"Do you know what you're doing?" a cold voice came from above.

The next moment, Lynn only felt a blurry shadow flash in front of him, followed by a blurry shadow appearing in front of him.

It was a blurry human face, about twenty meters away from Lynn.

His features were stiff and cold as he stared intently at Lynn.

"Judging from your wizard tower, you don't seem like a wandering wizard. Do you know how big a mistake you've made? Many years ago, the wizards of the islands signed a kingdom protection pact, which strictly forbids wizards from attacking ordinary people."

"None of your business." Lynn raised his head, his eyes turning blue. 'Mental shock!'

hum-

The transparent ripples surged forward, shattering the human face in the sky.

"you--"

Only a faint sound lingered in the air.

Lynn remained calm. "Idiot, he really thinks he's something special."

You were the ones who signed that so-called contract, I didn't sign it, so it's none of my business.

Before taking action, he had investigated relevant information through the Wizarding Network. This so-called Kingdom Protection Contract was not issued by the Wizarding Council. The deterrent power of a contract only needs to be determined by who signed it.

The contract was merely a small organizational agreement notarized on the wizarding website between wizards in the third island chain of the sixth district of the eastern outer ring.

The binding force is only on the native wizards of the third island chain who signed the contract.

Of course, since Lynn waged war against the Kingdom of Mordor, the wizards of the Kingdom of Mordor also have the right to impose sanctions and wage war against Lynn.

But so what? If he wants to fight, then let him fight!

Turning his head to look at the castle in the city center, Lynn's eyes lit up, and he raised his right hand and pointed at the castle.

A complex green summoning circle gradually emerged in the sky.

The next moment, a meteorite burning with green flames fell from the sky.

Summon Hellfire!

The green flames, trailing long tails of fire, smashed the walls of the castle's top floor to pieces.

Thick smoke billowed from a huge hole in the dome, and the ground trembled slightly.

Beaker is a goblin. It is said that when it was born, the family's great-grandfather happened to be back home, so he gave it this cultured name.

It is said that its great-grandfather was a noble goblin engineer who worked for his great master.

All the goblin engineers live in a place called the Goblin Lab.

I've heard that a beaker is the name of a very precious piece of equipment used in laboratories!

Its great-grandfather specially gave it this noble name.

Beaker has always been proud of its name.

Ninety other goblins were born on the same day as it, but none of those ninety goblins had a name as nice as its.

They are called things like stone, mud, nail, fist, or other unpleasant names.

Since its birth, Beaker has been training with the Red-Eyed Master.

Because it was naturally stronger than ordinary goblins and slightly more intelligent, it was chosen to become a goblin infiltrator.

From the moment they began training, they knew one thing: their training was all for the purpose of fighting for their masters one day. They were born to be weapons in their masters' hands, and wherever their masters pointed, they would charge.

During training, it would sometimes secretly ask the red-eyed master, "When can I become my master's spear?"

The red-eyed adult told it that when the time is right, it will come.

Now the opportunity has come. It blends into the sea of ​​goblins, like an insignificant black shadow, and sneaks out along the corner of the wall.

The surrounding area was shrouded in mist, but the mist had no effect on it, because the mist was summoned by its master!

This is the great divine power possessed by our great master.

The beaker discovered that there were some humans forming a legion in front of them, trying to resist the goblin army.

From the beaker's perspective, these human soldiers seemed rather frail; their bodies were not as strong as one might imagine.

With just a flick of his short sword, he could slit their throats.

However, these humans are very tenacious. Although they look somewhat weak compared to it, they are still much stronger than ordinary goblins.

However, the humans were not outnumbered. The goblins surged towards the humans like a green ocean, coming from the front, left, and right, wave after wave, like ocean waves crashing towards them.

Faced with an enemy far outnumbering them, the goblins displayed an unprecedented level of unity.

However, through its observation, the beaker discovered that these human soldiers were really too weak.

It completely kills its hunting instincts; even when it has prey, it will choose a valuable one.

The human spear was drawn from the center of the round shield, thrust forward, and then retracted.

The goblin at the front fell, but more and more goblins rushed forward one after another.

The red blood and green chunks of flesh created a colorful hellscape.

However, the beakers didn't find this cruel at all; to die for their master was an honor for them.

From the moment it began training, it was prepared to die.

Like waves, goblins surged toward the humans relentlessly. They climbed frantically, trampling on the corpses of their companions to form ladders. The goblins at the top jumped down like madmen, roaring incomprehensible cries.

With a swing of its scimitar, the spears of the humans below pierced its belly, but the scimitar in its hand still slammed down hard on the helmets of the human soldiers below. The scimitar was sent flying high, and the helmets of the human soldiers were shaken by the blow, making a buzzing sound.

The human soldiers looked up, and in their blue pupils, more and more goblins swarmed in like locusts, leaping up from the sky, their scimitars raining down like a dense storm.

The helmet was hacked away bit by bit, and the scimitar, gleaming with a cold metallic luster, slammed heavily into his neck.

A head shot skyward.

When a crack appeared in the tightly guarded defenses, the remaining goblins burst forth like a flood finding an outlet, tearing apart the army's defenses.

I looked away from the beaker. They were dead. I should continue searching for my prey.

(End of this chapter)