In the Kingdom of Pu Egypt, the atmosphere in the Coliseum of Cairo City was filled with solemnity.
On the noble viewing platform, King Khufu forcibly calmed down and looked at Macbeth with a sullen face: "Wizard, tell me, what do you want from me? As long as you don't kill me, I can tell you anything I know, so that you can Take anything I have. Didn’t you ask me before which wizard organization is supporting me? I can tell you that it is... "
"Shh!"
Macbeth made a gesture of silence, shook his head, thought of something, and nodded again: "Well, you don't need to say it, in fact, I already know the answer - when I asked you the question before, your reaction has already convinced me I know that one of the wizarding organizations I mentioned is definitely supporting you. That's enough.
I don't need to know specifically which wizard organization it is, I just need to know that they do exist. As for you, Your Majesty, you must die. The reason is simple. As an ordinary person, or as a king, you are a bit too good. Being excellent is your original sin, because the world doesn’t need someone as good as you who will break the rules. "
"I..." King Khufu's eyes widened and he wanted to say something, but Macbeth stopped him.
"Hush, be still, and listen," said Macbeth.
"What are you listening to?" King Khufu looked confused.
"The sound of ice breaking."
"Um?"
"Wow!"
King Khufu was confused when Macbeth touched his body, and instantly a large amount of ice mist and water vapor enveloped his body, instantly turning him into a human-shaped ice sculpture.
Macbeth stretched out his hand again, and there was a "click" sound. A large number of cracks appeared in the entire ice sculpture, and a large amount of blood poured out from inside. The wrapped King Khufu was obviously dead and could no longer die.
"Tsk, what a beautiful sound." Macbeth admired and turned to look to the side. Intelligence Minister Chekel was standing up from the corner with a groan of pain, a vigilant look on his face, and a poisoned dagger tightly held in his hand. Checker doesn't think a poisoned dagger can do any harm to Macbeth, but at a critical moment, it can at least help him free himself.
Macbeth did not make any offensive moves. He looked at Checker and said: "I'm sorry for killing your king, but for such a thing as a king, if you kill one, there will be another one. It's not a big deal. So, go find your next master. By the way, if someone asks you about this today, you can tell him that it was the white shadow from Deep Blue Castle who killed your king, that's all."
After finishing speaking, Macbeth walked down from the noble viewing stand, walked to the middle of the field, and said to Richard and Nancy who were chatting in the middle of the field: "Let's go."
"Yes." Richard and Nancy responded, quickly following Macbeth's pace and walking out of the field.
On the audience stage, many spectators were silent, their eyes were like ice balls, shining with shock and fear, and they watched the three people leave without daring to breathe.
After Macbeth left with Richard and Nancy, everyone who survived could not help but tremble as they recalled what they had just seen.
…
After a while.
"Da da da… "
The sound of horse hooves sounded outside the city of Cairo. Macbeth led Richard and Nancy towards the border, but the speed was very slow, as if he was deliberately waiting for someone.
Then…
"Da da da da da da..."
The sound of horse hooves sounded like a violent storm, and a large number of cavalry rushed out of Cairo City and caught up with a group of three people.
"Well, it is indeed here." Macbeth said with a calm face, glanced at Richard and Nancy, and explained, "This is also part of the mission. Although the main part of the mission is to kill the king, it is more important. The fundamental thing is to establish a kingdom of Egypt that is closer to our white stone tower.
The previous Khufu was obviously a puppet supported by other wizard organizations. After killing him, there will be people in the Kingdom of Pu Egypt who are more friendly to our White Stone Tower who will try to take over. He had been notified before and would not send anyone to chase him.
But his competitors are different and will definitely try to pursue him. After all, if he kills us by chance, he can gain huge political chips. And what I want to do is to completely shatter this illusion. "
"Forehead… "
"Now, stay away, I'm going to start a killing spree." Macbeth said to Nancy and Richard.
"yes… "
Richard and Nancy did not hesitate, and responded quickly and rode towards the distance, while Macbeth met a large number of galloping cavalry one man and one horse, and the distance between the two sides continued to shorten.
Five hundred meters, four hundred meters, three hundred meters.
Two hundred meters!
"stop!"
Someone among the cavalry gave an order, and all the riders immediately stopped their galloping horses.
"Bows and arrows ready!"
The riders took off their longbows one after another.
"Nike an arrow!"
The rider drew his arrow and put it on his longbow.
"aim!"
The rider adjusts the direction of his bow and arrow.
"Keep!"
The rider remains motionless.
"shoot!"
With a "swipe", many arrows shot like locusts at Macbeth who was in the best shooting range.
For a moment, the sky turned dark, and immediately after, all the riders widened their eyes in horror.
I saw Macbeth raise his hand, as if holding up a piece of sky, directly stopping many falling arrows.
Then Macbeth waved his hand again, and many arrows turned around and flew towards their original master, falling into the dense cavalry.
"Ah! Ah!"
The screams sounded continuously.
"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!" Someone in the cavalry wore gorgeous armor, roared loudly, tried hard to stabilize the team, pulled out his sword and waved it vigorously, shouting, "Kill the evil wizard, avenge His Majesty the King, everyone There’s a reward! Charge it for me!”
The injured cavalry hesitated at first, but finally urged their horses to gallop towards Macbeth, who was approaching.
One hundred and fifty meters away.
"Speed up!" shouted the cavalry leader.
"Pa", the cavalryman swung his whip and spanked the horse's butt.
One hundred meters away!
"Speed up!" the cavalry leader shouted again.
"Pa, pa, pa", the cavalry whipped the horse's butt crazily with a whip.
Fifty meters away.
"Charge!" shouted the cavalry leader.
"Puff puff puff", the cavalryman kicked the horse's belly vigorously with the spurs on his boots.
The horses were in pain and their speed increased to the extreme. The entire cavalry team pushed towards Macbeth like a black tide, carrying the force of thunder to crush Macbeth.
Macbeth was riding alone on his horse, watching this scene calmly, even mockingly. The next moment, he opened and closed his lips and uttered a spell quickly and silently.
"Da da da!"
The cavalry approached as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye they were ten meters in front of Macbeth.
At this time, Macbeth raised his hand and released the spell.
"brush!"
A large amount of white ice mist rushed out like a roaring white dragon, sweeping over all the cavalry in the front row at a speed visible to the naked eye, freezing them into ice sculptures and nailing them to the spot. After that, the white mist continued to surge, filling the gaps between the ice sculptures and forming an extremely solid ice wall.
The cavalry that followed came one after another and hit the ice wall uncontrollably at high speed.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
The ice spear stood motionless, shining brightly in the sunlight, but the cavalrymen who hit it kept screaming and falling off their horses.
Dust, accompanied by screams, rose from behind the ice wall, covering the sky and the earth. It was so spectacular.