The center of the explosion was still emitting unapproachable heat. Li Lin wiped his face and looked at the bottom of the pit with a distressed expression: "Everyone has turned to ashes, let alone the equipment. My hands are red, and I wanted to touch them." Touch the corpse and see if you can reveal the best equipment."
Beta patted his chest with lingering fear. He was eating skewers just now, and he was thrown away and rolled a few meters away. The wooden skewer of the skewers almost blinded his eye.
Shuke looked at the bottom of the pit and felt his scalp numb: "Although the paladin is one of the three bug professions, I think the mage is the real bug."
The queen was hardly affected, but she looked at the red-bubbled lava water at the bottom of the pit and pursed her lips.
Roland is essentially no match for her. When Roland is "charging" his magic, she has at least a dozen ways to kill Roland on the spot. The great swordsman's attack methods are the most diverse and most effective among all professions. of.
It's just that the great swordsman can never come up with this kind of attack method that is like a forbidden spell.
Even rising to legend is impossible.
A demigod might be able to do that.
But demigods... it's okay to dream.
After being surprised, Andonara looked at Roland with brighter eyes.
She thinks Roland is good, not because of how powerful Roland is, but because of Roland's attitude towards her, which makes her like him very much. In essence, as a Level 11 Great Swordsman, and she is still so young, where can she go
All she lacked was psychological security.
Only a responsible man can give her this kind of thing.
But that doesn't mean that she doesn't like her man to be strong.
Margaret, the little dragon girl next to Shuke, now had a little more fear in her eyes. Just now, she was staying behind Shuke and saw the whole thing.
As the red dragon princess and the top creature of the pyramid, Margaret has always looked down on humans.
I came to the human world just because the human world is fun.
Shuke was the first man she looked up to and liked very much. After all, in her opinion, Shuke was so handsome.
As for Shuke's friends, she looked down on none of them and had no interest in them.
Normally she doesn't bother to talk to these so-called golden sons.
But Roland's fireball spell just now made her feel the fear of death.
Even though the red dragon had strong resistance to flames, she knew very well that she couldn't withstand that magical attack.
An adult dragon should be able to withstand it, but the problem is that Roland can still grow and has great potential.
When Roland reaches the master level, even an adult dragon may not be able to withstand one of his charged fireballs. If he can grow to a legend... her father, the current Red Dragon King, may also have to flee. It is estimated that the ancient dragon will have to worry about something like this when facing a mage.
Thinking of this, Margaret felt that there was something wrong with her previous behavior of underestimating Shuke's friend
Everyone watched for a while by the big pit and put out some forest fires. Then Shuke asked: "What are we going to do next? Destroy the magic society?"
"It's not necessary, it's too injurious." Roland shook his head: "The culprit is dead, let's prune some of the bad things. For example... Dalton's dandy son or something."
"Okay, leave this to me." Hussere smiled and said, "I'm going to find out how many damn bastards there are among Dalton's relatives."
Two days have passed, and Dalton, the president of the Magic Association, disappeared mysteriously.
Two days ago, the other five great magicians in the city felt the magic fluctuations from his battle in the north of the city, and there was a huge explosion in the woods.
After confirming that the president was missing, the association sent people to the woods to investigate.
Only a huge pothole with some heat remaining was found, and no trace of the president was found.
And investigators are 100% sure that this was definitely caused by magic, because there is still a large amount of fire element magic left at the scene.
Investigators later announced that President Dalton may have been in danger.
But anyone who is not an idiot knows that President Dalton was probably killed.
That huge pothole can only be created by a magician with a fifth-level magic or above, and at least a master-level magician.
The result is obvious.
In addition, some time ago, the royal family lost more than 300 guards outside the city, and the second prince was gone.
There is obviously a strange force targeting certain forces in the royal city.
At this time, the royal city of Holevin was filled with dark waves.
In a large manor in the wealthy area in the west of the city, Lurk was in a daze.
His father disappeared, and many secret enemies, even former acquaintances, eroded their family's property.
The mother was dealing with them. She was just a noble lady who didn't usually deal with affairs. Suddenly she had to take charge of the whole situation, and she was still surrounded by a pack of wolves. You can imagine the pressure.
Not all women have the potential to be queens like Wu Zhao.
Lurk did not wait to accept the fate of having his family property and power embezzled. He tried to find his former friends.
As a result, there was no one to see. I was either sick at home or out of town.
Who believes it
Lurk sighed and walked out of the house.
The courtyard of the manor used to be lively at all times, with nobles attending banquets and magicians coming here to flatter themselves.
But now, there is no one left.
Very deserted, very deserted.
As soon as he walked out of the house, he saw a man in black robe standing in front of him.
The man in black robe had a gloomy look on his face, and he didn't seem to be a good person.
Lurk subconsciously wanted to retreat and return to the manor. But the man in black robes across from him suddenly said something, causing his movements to stop.
"Do you want to know why your father died?"
Lurk's eyes suddenly became bloodshot, and his voice was as low as a wild cat roaring: "What did you say?"
The man in black robe shook his head: "Let's chat nearby?"
Lurk looked at the other party uncertainly, and finally nodded.
The two came to a nearby small lake. Very few people passed by here and it seemed extremely quiet.
Lurk kept looking at the man in black robe. He was already prepared to use the magic scroll immediately if the situation went wrong.
No matter what, he is also an elite level mage.
At least it has some self-protection ability.
"My name is Hussere. According to you, I am a son of gold."
The man in black robe said calmly.
Lurk was stunned for a moment, and then became more wary.
The current name of the Golden Son has already spread throughout the entire royal city.
I heard that the queen has been kidnapped by the Golden Son again.
The second prince seemed to have died at the hands of the Golden Son, but strangely, the royal family seemed to have no idea of revenge.
Could it be that his father's death had something to do with them
This was originally just a guess, but the next words made Lurk's face contort on the spot.
"Your father, Dalton, died at the hands of one of my brothers."
After a brief silence, Lurk roared: "I'll kill you shits!"
He put his hands into his arms and was about to tear the magic scroll into pieces.
But the opponent was faster, covering a distance of several meters in almost a blink of an eye, and then hit Lurk's vital part with a flick of his vaginal leg.
Lurk knelt down on the spot, opened his mouth, his face was red, and he couldn't scream even if he wanted to.
Finally, he rolled around on the ground, holding his crotch.
Hussere stood quietly aside, with a strange smile on his lips.
After a while, the pain finally stopped. Lurk lay on the ground, his legs trembling weakly, looking up at the other person, and shouted angrily: "You despicable person."
"Calm down?" Hussere said with a smile: "If you don't calm down, I don't mind kicking you again."
Lurk's face turned livid with fear.
"Then continue what you just said." Hussere said: "Your father was indeed killed by my brother. That was because he wanted to destroy Kaka Bad's derivative magic model, and Kaka Ba Virtue is also my brother’s friend.”
"Just for a derivative magic, you actually killed my father?" Lurk struggled to stand up, his eyes began to shed tears: "My father is obviously such a good person..."
"Your father killed Kaka for the new derivative magic. Why can't others kill him for the derivative magic? Besides, this is just revenge."
"I don't believe it!" Lurk roared: "My father is a good man!"
"Where do you think the derivative magic you are learning now comes from?"
Lurk was stunned for a moment. After a while, his lips trembled and he asked: "Is it the derivative magic model of that magic puppet?"
Hussere nodded.
An unspeakable loss surged in Lurk's heart.
He doesn't know what to do
Kaka Bader died inexplicably, and he knew about it. When chatting with his friends, he would joke about it, saying that the other party died in a confused way.
But now, someone told him that Kaka Bader's death was actually caused by his father.
Is it the hands of the gentle and kind-hearted old father who never speaks harsh words in my impression
Just for a derivative magic model diagram
Lurk knelt on the ground, feeling that his vision was filled with mist and became increasingly blurry.
"Originally we planned to kill most of Dalton's relatives. After all, we thought, since Dalton is so vicious, his family should be the same." Hussere's voice sounded more and more distant at this time: "But I After some investigation, I found that the rest of your family are actually good people. You have never hurt anyone, and the worst thing your mother did was beat the maid who soiled her clothes. But also He was not beaten to death, and he was given ointment to treat his injuries afterwards.”
"Although it's called crocodile tears, compared to other nobles, you are much better."
"So, don't think about revenge. It's meaningless. Our golden son is immortal and has this energy. It's better to help your mother and find a way to stabilize your family and don't let other nobles swallow it up..."
Hussere’s voice grew distant.
Then Lurk passed out.
When he woke up, he found himself in the bedroom.
The familiar environment almost made him think he was having a nightmare.
But when he saw the changed coat lying beside the bed, covered with mud and dust, he knew it was true.
With a sad smile, Lurk stared out the window blankly.
"Sons of gold, are you angels or devils?"