"Ah, Fujian is in crisis, but the saint of Aden ran into the cave alone, together with a female warlock with some problems." Desmo showed a smirk on his face. "I see, you want to escape and have some fun by the way? You got the wrong helper, Philippa, I have fifty brave soldiers here, and you only have one dragon slayer. Heads-up is one thing. , But being besieged by so many people is another matter."

"You have been in the mine too long, warlock," said Saqiya. "The war is not the melting of ice, it is a fierce chemical reaction. It is your army that is defeated. Now is the time to catch the rats."

"No matter what you say, Saqiya, enjoy your last chance to speak well. My Majesty is very interested in you, but he will definitely not like your disgusting tongue. You think you are with this witch Can you survive together? No, she can't save you, and no one can save you."

"Do you think you can avoid all eyes, Desmond?" Philippa took a step forward. "From the time you helped that **** escape, I have been eyeing your magic traces. As an unknown mine, this is really a suitable burial place, such as a traitor. Do you think you are stronger? Oh? , I don’t know how we will tell the outcome, but you should bring an army."

"I am an army alone. I destroyed your defenses with lightning and hail. But there is one thing you said right." Desmo narrowed his eyes. "This is the place of burial, but this is where Philippa of Tritog died."

Desmo waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him rushed up and rushed towards Saqiya. Compared with an unpredictable female warlock, she has a better chance of winning against a swordsman, not to mention that a general who can catch the enemy in a war is worthy of honor and credit.

Soon, they found out that they were wrong.

Saqiya disappeared, and a giant dragon appeared in front of them. The sturdy tail flicked, and the two knights screamed and flew out, bumped into the uneven rock wall, bounced back, and fell to the ground without a sound. The other five knights swung their swords at the claws of the dragon. The scales of the dragon were as solid as rocks. The dragon waved its sharp claws, and there was nowhere to hide in the narrow place. They flew into the air like wheat blown down by the wind, and then fell to the ground like raindrops. The remaining soldiers turned and ran. The dragon was not a creature they could fight against. But they can't run away. The dragon opened its mouth, and hot flames sprayed out along the narrow mine. I caught up with everyone who ran away. Efard tried to slip under the dragon while in the chaos, and the dragon noticed him. It opened its mouth, revealing its sharp, pointed teeth like a dagger. Then came the screams, and the sound of something being crushed.

"This is an illusion!" Desmo shouted. "Kill the witch!"

A surviving soldier raised his sword to slay Filipa, and the female warlock who was chanting a spell turned her finger, bright orange lightning shot from her hand, and struck the soldier's armor with a squeak. The soldier was like a watermelon hit by a sledgehammer, and it exploded. But this gave Desmo a chance. Bright orange light appeared in the tunnel again, but this time from the oval portal that suddenly appeared in mid-air. The dragon spat out half of the corpse, and when he looked at Desmo, the latter jumped from the blood-stained ground and fled into the portal. Philippa rushed forward, chanted a spell to the portal, and gestured with her hands. It seemed as if a scream came from a very distant place, but then disappeared with the trace of the portal.

The dragon climbed to the place where the portal disappeared. The mine was high enough, but it was too small for it. A burst of light flashed, the giant dragon's huge figure disappeared in the smoke, and Saqiya walked out of it.

Philippa looked at each other up and down.

"This is the first time I have seen you in real life, Sakia."

"Didn't you find out a long time ago?" Saqiya asked rhetorically.

"Yes, it stands to reason that Nether Element can kill an ordinary person in an instant. Then when I checked the body, I found that there were traces of some kind of peculiar transformation spell remaining on your body." Fei Liba squinted her eyes. "But I don't think you are a female warlock. I know all the apprentices and warlocks who learn Transfiguration. So after you woke up, I asked your real name, which sounds like dragon language."

"I don't know that humans are still learning the Dragon language." Saqiya laughed. "I only know a human female warrior. She is friends with the demon hunter Zelin. She also has a lot of understanding of the dragon clan."

"Transfiguration is related to the dragon family. I have to learn it. But it is not surprising that people who know Zelin know about dragons. He often goes to Serekania. I remember that the state religion of the desert country is Dragon Sect, and there is your temple. Is it?"

"There is no mine." Saqiya shook her head. "Don't ask, we should go now."

After Saqiya stepped out a few steps, Philippa said suddenly.

"But I think I knew you before, when you were a dragon. La Valetti Castle was once attacked by a dragon and you happened to be nearby. You did it, right?"

"Yes."

"Why are you helping La Varetti's rebels? This is too dangerous."

"I'm helping Alejan." Sakia turned around. "I help anyone who fights against tyranny. The king of Tamoria wants to take his mother's two children, but he is unwilling to openly give the children their mothers and wives, and take the children away from their mothers, but does not intend to give them to their mothers. Any honorary compensation and comfort? Alex stood up to defend his mother's honor. This is a righteous act."

"You cannot aid the rebels in every kingdom, otherwise you will end up being hostile by the entire northern kingdom."

"Atrocities exist in every place, and I can't turn a blind eye to them just because they are not within the artificially divided territory of mankind." Saqiya said. "If I can't stick to my vows and honor everywhere, how can I make the people of Fjian and Aden believe me without being ashamed? I won't believe in myself."

"This is politics, Sakia."

"There are no nobles here."

Philippa wanted to say something, and finally, she sighed.

"Forget it, let us talk about these things later. There is still a mess outside waiting for you to clean up."

Compared with Forge's mess, Desmo is facing more difficult things.

"Who killed the king?!"

He clutched his scorched right face and looked around. The robes on his body were tattered, the staff turned into scrap iron, and the crystals inlaid on the top were only broken fragments. Surrounded by some injured knights who retreated, they lowered their heads and said nothing. Hensett's body was lying on the seat, and there were guards' bodies nearby.

"Who did it?!"

He shouted again.

As expected, there was no response.

"What should we do, Warlock?" a blood-stained knight asked. "This must be an assassin sent by Frogen's Squirrel Party! The king was assassinated as soon as they killed him!"

"We want to avenge the king!"

"Kill these **** elves!"

"Call everyone first." Desmo took a deep breath, maintaining the pain-controlling spell. "First evacuate the battlefield, **** your majesty to retreat, and retreat to the previous camp."

"Don't you fight anymore?!" a knight asked in disbelief.

Desmo angrily tapped the ground with his staff.

"If you want to die, I can use a portal to send you to the enemy! Now everyone listens to me, retreat to the river beach, retreat first!"

The knights raised their heads to look at the warlock. There has never been a precedent that the warlock took over the command after the king was assassinated. An electric current came out of Desmo. After thinking of the warlock summoning a storm and destroying the city wall with lightning, these knights swallowed the words that were about to spit out their mouths.

The first thousand eight hundred and sixty-four chapters of the past detective

The news that Kodwin had run into a wall under Frogen soon spread to many places. Everyone who participated in the war would talk about it, and their relatives would drag them and tell them to tell what happened. Then, these people would process the hearsay in their minds and pass them to them in a different standpoint. Farther away.

Curdin knows the spread and birth of rumors well.

For a retired detective, he has been working hard to make his mind not idle to consider what every message he hears represents. As a member of such a dangerous industry, it would be lucky to live to retire and end with the removal of a prince. When the new edition of Osenfurt's psychology textbook is published, it is inevitable to record this incident as a typical case of a detective.

Although he has not accepted any commissions for four years, a manor near Tritog is enough to allow him to spend the rest of his leisurely retirement life.

If there is no information to contact him suddenly.

"Kodinger, I hope your smart head hasn't become dulled by the sun and beer." Zelin looked through the telescope and looked at the detectives who helped him fight the White Rose Knights in the past. "I'm still wondering if you have become short of money because you haven't accepted the commission for a long time, but now it seems that I am worrying too much."

"My goodness." Curdin put the cup in his hand on the small round table aside, took out the handkerchief from his jacket pocket, and wiped the juice splashed on his face. He was wearing shorts and lying on the armchair. "Are you still alive? Demon hunter, it has been four years! You haven't had any trace for four years, and now you have suddenly appeared again. The last time I heard about you was in Vizima, last year, because of an acquaintance of mine. Raymond is dead. What the **** is going on? Do you know how many people in this world vowed that you are dead?"

"There must be more people than want me to die. Why are you so excited?"

"I used to want to know where exactly you went, but I couldn't find you no matter what I used. You disappeared out of thin air, and then you will reappear after a while. Don't tell me anything. Serekania is here. I ask my friend to check it. There are no demon hunters among the travelers going to the desert through the Blue Mountain Pass in the north. Damn, if I didn’t work with you, I would really I wonder if there is such a demon hunter in the world. In other words, it is just some people who have found the identity as a stand-in. What the **** is going on with you, Zelin?"

"You should know that I have a good relationship with the elf."

"Anyone with ears can hear such rumors."

"You also know that the Blue Mountains are the land of elves."

"So?"

"It's not that difficult for me to go straight through the Blue Mountains. Sometimes, I have to go to the desert to do something, so I won't stay here for too long."

"What are you going to do in the desert? Can it be said that the desert is really like the traveler's rumors, where people use gold to build temples? Worship the dragon and the evil **** Lilith?"

"Even if it is true, I can't run to their temple and scrape the gold off with a knife." Zelin adjusted the position of the telescope. "Are you retired? Do you still accept commissions?"