The setting sun was about to set, and everything in front of him was about to turn into darkness. Patriarch Baratheon stood on the top of the Iron Elephant Castle, looking at the territory in front of him, with self-mockery in his eyes.
Iron Elephant Castle was originally the territory of the Lannister family, and this area itself is the origin of the Baratheon family and the Lannister family. Around this ancestral land, the Baratheon family and the Lannister family They have been fighting openly and secretly for many years.
In order to obtain and keep this territory, both the Baratheon family and the Lannister family paid an unimaginable price in secret.
After the Battle of Dowa Palace, the Lannister family almost completely declined, and now this ancestral land was finally acquired by the Baratheon family, but at this moment, Patriarch Baratheon did not feel any pride or excitement in his heart.
After hundreds of years of fighting, there are so many powerful magicians from the nine families of the Aiqi Kingdom, but they are no match for Angel's conspiracy.
The head of the Baratheon family was very sure that if it hadn't been for Ayrin's group of people who broke out suddenly, he would not be spared, and the entire Baratheon family might also be wiped out.
And Angel, in the final analysis, is just a pawn placed by the Evil Dragon King in the Kingdom of Aiqi.
This seems to be a real tragedy.
The bloodline of the storm dragon of the Baratheon family is so tyrannical in each generation that it can regard anyone as an enemy, but it is not always the top existence. There is always the bloodline of the evil dragon king and the epic silver dragon on top of its head.
It's not the topmost existence... the second, the third, the fourth... There doesn't seem to be much difference between one more territory and one less territory.
The last ray of light from the setting sun disappeared in Patriarch Baratheon's silent emotion, and darkness descended, covering him and the entire Iron Elephant Castle.
"Since it is possible for so many magician teams to be unaware, it should have been a person of prestige to get here...Since you are here, don't hide."
Patriarch Baratheon suddenly turned slowly, his dim yellow pupils gleaming in the darkness.
The wind in the sky suddenly rang, and a storm was brewing.
On the cliff-facing square at the top of the Iron Elephant Fort, two figures, one big and one small, slowly walked out of the shadow of the giant Iron War Elephant sculpture.
The expression of Jie Liya in the black robe is more noble and confident. Since she became the queen of the evil dragon king, the gloomy and violent aura on her body seems to have disappeared a lot, replaced by a kind of maternal brilliance. This kind of brilliance instead gave her a real royal aura.
Especially next to her son, Neeson.
Compared with a few days ago, Neeson has changed from a baby to a child of seven or eight years old.
His originally fair skin had faintly turned iron gray, and the bloodthirsty and greedy look in his eyes became more intense.
Especially when he saw Patriarch Baratheon and felt that Patriarch Baratheon had blood that was several times stronger than any sorcerer he had swallowed before, the look of greed and longing in his eyes became even stronger. It's like dripping water.
This look even made the mighty Patriarch Baratheon?? The Lord unconsciously felt a chill in his heart, and his majestic brows were deeply frowned.
"What is this?"
He looked at Jie Liya's three knife-like long silver hairs, and said coldly.
"We can talk about other things first." Jie Liya's hand fell on Neeson's shoulder, and the greedy look in the latter's eyes disappeared a lot.
"What are you talking about?" Patriarch Baratheon had a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
The bitter mountain wind made his magician robe flutter, making his figure even taller.
"There are countless magicians who are always ready to fight, but among all these magicians, you are one of the very few who can decide the final fate of the Dorast continent."
Jielia looked at Patriarch Baratheon and said sincerely: "Especially in the current situation, there are only a few people left who can ultimately decide the fate of Dorast."
"So that's why you came here, lobbying me to join you, or assassinating me?" Patriarch Baratheon was not surprised at all, and the corner of his mouth showed a stronger sense of ridicule, "You don't know me too well, you think I have Is there any possibility of joining your side?"
Jie Liya looked at Patriarch Baratheon, and she slowly shook her head, "It seems that I underestimated your ambition, but ambition must be matched by corresponding strength."
"Where is the Evil Dragon King? He himself is afraid of Ayrin and his group, he hides and dare not come out, so he sent you out to assassinate those who could pose a threat to him?"
Patriarch Baratheon sneered, "It's just that you think you can kill me in Baratheon's territory?"
"Boom!"
A loud bang sounded high in the sky.
Two huge dim yellow storm eyes formed.
Among them, a terrifying gust of wind was forming blades of wind, and a large piece of azure blue sea was rushing out. The huge storm seemed to have directly moved two seas from afar.
But it wasn't Patriarch Baratheon's forbidden technique that fell on Jielia first, but three powerful domain forces.
The moment the eye of the storm formed in the sky, the figures of at least ten magicians appeared on the edge of the square at the top of the Iron Elephant Castle.
Countless cyan wind beams suddenly flooded the entire square, and flames ignited again in the cyan wind beams.
Another strong wind flowed into the flames, and these flames suddenly burned more violently, turning into countless berserk fire dragons, rushing towards Jie Liya.
"Mother, I'm coming!"
Facing such a scene, Jie Liya hadn't moved yet, but Nissen beside her had already let out a low roar of excitement.
"Shua!"
His figure flashed in front of Jie Liya, just grabbing forward with both hands, a strange and terrifying force suddenly burst out in the square.
It seemed that an invisible huge whale was suddenly stuffed into the air.
With a buzzing sound, all the fire dragons rushing towards Jie Liya collapsed.
"Boom!"
The storm in the sky and the two oceans fell at this time.
A mysterious dragon language gushed out from Jie Liya's mouth.
A black crystal flame swayed horizontally above her head, like forming a huge mirror.
The storm and the sea spread along the edge of the mirror without causing any strong impact at all.
"What the hell is this?"
Patriarch Baratheon's face suddenly changed, and he looked at Neeson who stood in front of Jielia in disbelief.
Nissen shredded the power of those sorcerers' attacks at the beginning. This kind of performance shocked him even more than Jielia's strange evil dragon forbidden technique.
"He is my son."
Jie Liya said with some pride and pride.
This is exactly what all mothers do.
"Could it be..."
Jie Liya's tone, her aura, and the familiar aura emanating from Nissen made Patriarch Baratheon suddenly think of a possibility. His face suddenly turned white, and he couldn't help but let out exclaimed.
"Mother…"
At this moment, Nissen glanced at the ten magicians on the edge of the square, and gave Jie Liya a soft call as if asking for approval.
"All right."
Jie Liya touched his head and nodded.
"Shua!"
Neeson's body suddenly disappeared.
"What!"
A magician's body suddenly froze.
He sensed the dangerous aura from behind, and immediately a wind shield appeared behind him. However, this wind shield did not play any blocking role at all.
When his figure had just swept forward, two iron-gray flames had already landed on his body like octopus tentacles.
"puff!"
The magician's body suddenly shriveled and fell to the ground.
Standing behind him was Nissen, whose eyes were shining with iron gray crystal light. The height of a seven or eight-year-old child, his innocent face and his iron gray flame-like pupils made everyone's breathing stop.
Patriarch Baratheon's face became incomparably stern. Ever since he realized what this child was, the situation had been completely reversed.
A mysterious and ancient chant spewed out from his mouth.
A giant wind bottle formed above Jie Liya's head.
At the moment when the wind bottle was formed, Jie Liya's skin turned blood red, and in the next moment, the blood in Jie Liya's body seemed to fly out completely, and her body would also be blown into fly ash.
However, at this moment, two wisps of faint black cold flames ignited in Jie Liya's eyes.
Her entire body suddenly turned into a black crystal, like an eternal crystal sculpture.
"you…"
Patriarch Baratheon's eyes once again had a strong look of disbelief.
"puff!"
The huge wind bottle shook violently in the air, and then burst, turning into countless gusts of wind that swept out. Countless woodlands and fields below the Iron Elephant Castle were suddenly blown out of countless ravines by the gust of wind.
The moment the giant wind bottle shattered, Patriarch Baratheon's body was also shaken, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
Jie Liya's whole body also recovered in an instant, the luster of the black crystal faded, and a ray of blood leaked from her mouth, but a more confident and powerful smile appeared on her face.
"boom!"
Around Patriarch Baratheon's body suddenly appeared many black crystal-like rays that were absolutely perpendicular to the ground.
These rays contracted in an instant, forming a thin black mirror.
Patriarch Baratheon's body seemed to be enclosed in a thin black mirror.
"boom!"
Countless dim yellow flames filled the mirror.
The black mirror shattered in an instant.
"ah!"
But a shrill and unbelievable scream sounded from Patriarch Baratheon's mouth.
On Patriarch Baratheon's body, an inextinguishable blue flame spewed out from every capillary.
The impact of the terrifying collision made his body completely look like a shooting star, flying out of the sky above Iron Elephant Castle, and plummeting towards the valleys and plains below.
"Master!"
All the remaining Baratheon wizards were horrified.
"hiss…"
From Neeson's mouth, there was a sound of eagerness and pleasure, like wanting to suck. L