Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Zinora couldn't guess, but she felt that any of the six high elf royal families could be a suspect, except for her mother.

Things are different now. Reiri has lost the support of the people and her authority, and Zenora has become the popular choice. Naturally, no one would want to kill the princess and make Allen the best choice to succeed her.

Her uncle also had the opportunity to do it, but he didn't; instead, he wanted to protect her well.

The Void Continent, shrouded in darkness, harbors the ambitions of its six kings, each elusive and unpredictable.

The conspiracy spread in the darkness, along with the news of Princess Zenora's arrival at the Wind Whispering Court, throughout the entire continent. All six elven kingdoms received the news immediately.

In the distant Sunrise Royal Court, Her Majesty the Empress was unable to sleep all night, gazing thoughtfully at the night sky.

Aside from the relief, a sinister look appeared more on that mature and charming face.

The fact that Zinora was alive was good news for her mother, but not what the Queen wanted to hear; her men had already been dispatched.

No one is better at moving in the dark than the Night Elf...

It was destined to be a sleepless night, so Nolan took a nap in the little empress's arms beforehand.

Blinded and arrogant Pentos was still basking in his joy. Tonight's fortress would be the best opportunity to seize Zenora. Once the Wind King had summoned all his vassals and proclaimed his will to the people, things would become much more difficult.

The silver-haired girl on the large bed suddenly sat up, stretched, and startled the two of them.

"Someone's coming."

"Who?"

Messiah paused, looked out the window, and subconsciously reached for the spatial ring, ready to pull out the Guardian of Judgment at any moment.

The Wind King didn't take away their belongings, seemingly unaware that even the Chaos Witch, a well-known figure in the Free Federation, hadn't heard of them, which suggested he underestimated the three girls.

"Could it be Her Majesty the Queen's reinforcements?!"

Zinora's gaze was so intense that Nolan felt embarrassed to disappoint her.

The beautiful goddess king nodded, then shook her head. "It's not just one or two, it's many people, from all sides. Her Majesty the Empress's people are probably among them."

But their true intentions are hard to say; perhaps the rebels would prefer to take Zenora away alive...

"That's great! Let's wait until they start fighting Pentos, then we'll sneak away!"

The Messiah snapped his fingers, his little scheme was brilliant, but the reality may not have been as he wished.

Nolan caught a glimpse of several dark figures flashing across the city wall outside the glass window. They were so fast that the night watchmen could hardly detect them. They were clearly not ordinary strongmen who wanted to sneak through the heavily guarded fortress and steal someone from the Wind Whisper Royal Court.

boom!

There was a sudden noise at the door.

When Zinora lit the magic crystal lamp, she discovered that all the guards and archmages at the entrance had been defeated, and the green barrier was gradually disintegrating and dissipating.

The three of them carefully walked out of the palace. Outside the magnificent birdcage on the top floor of the royal court, the palace corridor was completely dark.

The strong smell of blood was somewhat pungent, and soldiers' corpses lay everywhere. A small elite guard had been silently slaughtered!

How could so many high-ranking warriors be killed so swiftly?

Chinara's heart skipped a beat. She steadied herself and stared at the graceful woman slowly walking out of the darkness.

By the moonlight, the three of them could see the sexy, alluring figure clearly.

The assassin was veiled, obscuring her face. She was thin and frail, her bony body completely unarmed, draped in revealing veils, making her exceptionally alluring, like a dancer from a foreign land.

However, the blood-stained hook blades held in the woman's hands demonstrated her terrifying power. What was most striking was her ashen skin and the dangerous glint in her gray pupils.

"Night Elf?"

A subtle feeling arose in Zinora's heart.

As the terrifying dancer approached the three of them step by step, Messiah scolded, "Who gave you orders!"

"Your Highness, Her Majesty the Queen has sent us to rescue you. Please come with us quickly."

The fact that the newcomer didn't even glance at the others, and didn't address Zinora as Empress like Pentos did, speaks volumes.

Zinora gritted her teeth, finding it hard to accept this overwhelmingly heavy truth. Could it be that her mother had really colluded with the Night Elf of the World Tree?

"Why should I believe you!"

The dancer pulled out a worn-out blonde doll from behind her back, and Zinora's eyes softened, her expression complicated.

That was the first birthday gift her mother gave her, and the little princess always kept it by her pillow.

"Can we go now?"

Zinora nodded, knowing this was not the time to hesitate, and led the still-skeptical Messiah and Nolan through the passageway.

The dance moves involve swaying waists and unusual walking postures, accompanied by a unique rhythm that resonates with the dark elements, allowing the viewer to experience the terrain of a fortress in the night.

Instead of taking the spiral glass staircase they had come by, the three climbed to the top of the birdcage-like palace, leaped from the high platform with the wind, and landed lightly on the south tower from a height of 100 meters.

That was the weakest point in the legion's defenses.

The two girls Nolan was holding heard the dancers emerge from the darkness and continue to guide the way.

"Pantos's Typhoon Archmage is disrupting the surrounding space day and night. A turbulent current gathers in the sky, making it impossible for people to jump or teleport. They must pass through the fortress defenses."

They traveled smoothly without encountering a single guard, as if they had been cleared out by other lurking figures in the darkness.

Just as the three of them passed through the inner courtyard of the royal court and jumped into a street in the outer city, the lights around them suddenly lit up.

Messiah, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and pressed the Chaos Mark, and sure enough, he heard that damned voice.

"You really think you can escape my grasp? Wouldn't it be better to stay safely inside?"

Pentos, yawning, stood on the roof of the adjacent grand theater in his pajamas, looking down at the three girls.

Countless soldiers who had been lying in ambush immediately emerged from all sides, archers drew their bows, and sorcerers chanted incantations, creating a perilous situation.

The Wind King stood with his feet on a corpse whose eyes were wide open in death. It was an assassin from the Night Elves. He kicked the body into the alley, where it landed in front of the three of them.

"Stop hiding, Dark Elf. You know the weakest point in the fortress's defenses. Do you think I don't know it?"

The dancer gave a seductive laugh, and slowly drew back the dark curtain, stepping out.

"Ha, as expected of Pentos, the mistress's most hated enemy."

"Oh dear, it's truly an honor to be remembered by the Eternal Night Mistress. After I finish dealing with Leiri, I'll go and uproot the World Tree! Alright, children, it's time to go back to your rooms and sleep!"

Pentos's eyes turned cold as he gripped the Storm Spear handed to him by his guards and gave the order to kill.

High-ranking warriors clad in exquisitely crafted helmets poured in from the streets and alleys, while dozens of Night Elf assassins emerged from the shadows, and the two sides clashed.

224. The Real Mission

In the close-quarters combat of the street battles, the Night Elves had the upper hand, but they couldn't withstand the attrition of their army.

Soon, Leiri's rescue team was killed one by one, and the dark elf's head was severed.

The situation was critical. The dancer raised an eyebrow, no longer concealing her powerful Saintly Soul. A dark current surged around her to block the torrent of arrows and secret techniques, and she grabbed Zinora.

"Your Highness, things may get dangerous from here on out. Stay close to me."

Zinora frowned. "Where are they?"

"They are not within my scope of duties."

The dancer glanced at Nolan and Messiah, somewhat surprised by the composure of the two insignificant figures.

"Wherever they are, I will be."

Chinara's firm answer made the dancer rub her temples, a ruthless glint flashing in her eyes, but she agreed, "Alright, Your Highness, I won't be responsible for anything that happens."

Now that we've been exposed, we have no choice but to break out!

Pentos didn't attack directly. Instead, he stepped onto the three-headed giant bird and hovered high in the sky, as if toying with a few mice trapped in a maze.

But the dancer's strength was beyond the Wind Elf King's imagination, which surprised Pentos.

The Night Dancer moved constantly between blades, dancing and killing, seemingly becoming one with the night, making her difficult to spot. She often appeared from unexpected directions, easily killing several officers and plunging the ground battle into chaos.

"A bunch of useless trash!"

The Night Elf used blood as a brush to paint, and in the blink of an eye, he reaped the lives of hundreds of elites.

The battlefield spread from the Grand Theater to the Elf King's Grand Plaza, leaving countless severed limbs and bloodstains on the bluestone streets.

After another feint attack, the dancer forced back the surrounding guards, decisively abandoned Nolan, Messiah, and her other subordinates, picked up Zenora, and quickly darted through the darkness, crossing the city.

As Her Majesty the Queen was about to break through the siege, with the walls of the fortress right before her eyes, Pentos grinned maliciously and raised his spiral spear high.

"You forced me to do this!"

"Waaah!"

A piercing buzz echoed through the sky, and countless green lights appeared in the darkness. Thousands upon thousands of wind knights rode their demonic eagles down from the clouds, charging towards the dancers and the remaining assassins.

"Fizz..."

The lance in the Demon Eagle Knight's hand spewed forth a torrent of spirit energy, and the strong winds gathered into a sharp blade, sweeping indiscriminately through the inner walls and streets, destroying countless houses, but also intercepting the Night Elf.

The remaining Night Elves in the square were instantly wiped out, leaving only mutilated corpses. Nolan and Messiah were surrounded by soldiers.

Zinora glanced back, her eyes filled with sorrow. These were all her people, yet they had died meaninglessly because of the selfish desires of those in power.

Pentos looked at his statue, now broken in half, with a pained expression and said with a wry smile, "Why bother?"

The Night Dancer, pointed at by the top 100, knew that Pentos hadn't even made a move yet and was simply toying with them.

She wasn't afraid; she simply licked the barbed dagger in her hand and quietly slid it down to the neck of the displeased princess beside her.

This was an impossible task from the start...

"What do you want to do?"

Pentos smiled, and a blinding green light gathered on his spear, the Law of Penetration ready to pierce the dancer's body at any moment.

Chinara also sensed that the Saintess's killing intent had shifted to her, and frowned slightly.

"You are not Mother's person!"

"Yes, Your Highness. It's just a pity that I failed to complete the first task, which disappointed the mistress and Lady Leiri."

The dancer shook her head helplessly and wiped the blood-stained face of Zinora.