As nearly twenty powerful wizards left, the dozen or so powerful wizards who had not left the venue were on alert, alerting themselves to possible attacks while directing the treatment of those in their own organization.
After a while, there were suddenly dense footsteps approaching outside the venue, followed closely by mana fluctuations that continued to cast spells.
Mephiles, who was helping to treat Macbeth, sensed this change, her face changed slightly, she dragged Macbeth to the side and shouted at the same time: "Be careful, there is an attack!"
After the others heard it, they all made defensive postures, and then there was a "rumbling" sound, and the four walls of the venue were directly blasted to pieces.
With a "crash", the entire venue collapsed, dust and gravel flew everywhere.
"Snapped!"
A gravel hit Macbeth on the head. The unconscious Macbeth frowned and slowly opened his eyes. First he coughed violently a few times, then fanned the dust with his hand and looked around.
Then I saw that at some point, dense numbers of men in black robes appeared, surrounding the venue, with bad intentions.
"This is?"
"Ahem," Macbeth coughed violently a few more times, slowly turned his head, looked at Mephiles on the side, and asked, "Hey, I accidentally fainted just now. The change seems a bit big. I fainted. Before, I only remembered that old guy Sig attacked me, and what happened after that. Are you interested in explaining it to me? Good explanation, how about I treat you to marmalade later, Mephiles?"
"Hmph, not interested." Mephiles responded coldly.
After speaking, he raised his hand and quickly released a ball of flame, attacking several men in black robes who were approaching. After doing so, he said to Macbeth: "I think, rather than explaining, you should think about how to live." Get down!"
"But if you don't know anything, what's the point of living?" Macbeth said, saying this, but his hands were not idle. He waved his hand and shot out several ice spears, and then produced a shield to block the flying. Several energy missiles came.
After the barrier was successfully blocked, Macbeth suddenly curled up behind the shield and coughed heartbreakingly. After a while, the coughing ended and he returned to normal. He stood up with a pale face.
Gently wiping the black blood at the corner of his mouth, Macbeth looked deeply at the men in black robes who kept rushing towards him, and said to himself: "Oh, something really happened. It seems that my previous hunch was really accurate. Ah, I don’t know how long my life will be shortened now. Or will I die directly?”
"Stop talking nonsense, use some snacks, protect the others, and find a way to rush out!" Mephiles said coldly from the side.
"Speaking of which, can we really rush out?" Macbeth looked at the many men in black robes and expressed his concern "tactfully", "I think it is more likely that people will die here. If I had known this, I wouldn't have done anything in the first place. It’s an exchange conference, and if you have that time, why not eat a few more bowls of marmalade.”
After hearing this, Mephiles was too lazy to pay attention to Macbeth. She responded with a look that was even worse than that of the man in black robes. Purple lightning suddenly appeared in her palm, and she fiercely attacked to one side, killing several black men along the way. Robe man.
Macbeth shook his head and muttered something like a complaint, but in the end he followed Mephiles and rushed to the side, trying to unite the people in the White Stone Tower to prepare for a breakout.
The black-robed figures seemed to realize their purpose, and the intensity of their attacks suddenly increased, with more people approaching.
In the remaining positions, wizards from other organizations are doing similar things to Macbeth and Mephiles.
They suddenly discovered that the exchange conference had an ulterior motive in dispersing the people in their organization. They were trying to gather people in their organization while trying to lead people to break out.
The men in black robes used powerful force to stop them, constantly attacking and disrupting the defense formations of various wizard organizations. Gradually, the entire venue and the area around the venue have evolved into a huge and chaotic battlefield. The men in black robes are trying to cut and surround everyone, then severely injure and eliminate them.
Somewhere on the periphery of the battlefield, Tu Ke, who was more than two meters tall, gathered everything in his eyes, with a cold light in his eyes, as if he had seen the final result.
In an inconspicuous corner of the battlefield, Richard took the cat slave girl's hand, killed a black-robed man who rushed up with a casual blow, and quickly hid to the side. While dodging, he couldn't help but shake his head, his eyes swept over the random thoughts around him, and he sighed in his heart.
Alas, it seems that I am in trouble again, and it is an absolute big trouble. I can't hide from it even if I want to, and it gives me a headache.
The current situation, unless the powerful wizards chasing Sig can kill Sig in time and then rush back to support, may improve, otherwise it looks like a dead end - the people who arranged all this are obviously well prepared .
But can the powerful wizard chasing Sig come back? Or, the other party has other preparations to put them into a worse situation
Richard raised his eyebrows slightly.
…
the other side.
Twenty or so powerful wizards pursued Sig all the way to a place outside the Deep Blue Castle, and all stopped.
The reason for stopping is simple, because... they lost the person.
Well, I lost the chase.
Although it is a bit embarrassing, they have to admit this reality.
Rose City's witch Anji and the others looked at each other and couldn't help but ask: "What should we do now?"
Everyone was talking about it.
"How about going back?" Someone suggested, "I think something might happen at the venue, so it would be better for us to go back and take a look."
"We can't go back." Someone immediately objected, "Sig must be nearby, we must kill him! Otherwise, pursuing this all the way will be in vain. As for the venue, there are not many people left, even if something happens , we should be able to hold on in a short period of time.”
"But..." Someone hesitated.
Just when everyone was undecided, a burst of sneer sounded.
"Hehehe, what a bunch of pathetic ants, they still haven't understood the truth."
"Well, who?" The wizards asked in shock.
Following the question, the air distorted, and a woman appeared in everyone's sight.
They saw that the other party had fair skin, red lips, and eight of the ten nails on his hands were stained black, like sharp blades, with a soul-stirring cold light shining at the end. She was wearing a scarlet robe, which was slowly blown by the wind, like a burning flame, beautiful and dangerous.
It's the muse!
Muse glanced at all the wizards and said coldly: "Let me introduce myself. My name is Muse. As for my identity... Hehe, I am the one who killed you!"
"Killing our people? Huh, what a loud tone." said Anji, the witch of Rose City. He didn't pay much attention to Muse. Instead, he asked Muse, "Tell me, that guy Sig is going to Where is he? Is he hiding? Let him come out. Our target is him, not you."
"Oh, you completely stupid ants, it seems that you really don't understand the truth."
"The truth, what truth?"
"The truth is that you, as ants, as disobedient ants, will all die. Those ants who stay in the venue will be killed. And you, the more powerful ants, will be killed by me myself. of occurrence variables.
Sig is only responsible for leading you here. It is impossible for him to fight you, at least not now. Maybe when you were running away after being killed by me, he might show up to stop you. "
"Why, you alone are planning to kill twenty or so of us and make them run away?" Anji asked, looking at Muse.
"What, can't you?" Muse stretched and asked lazily, "What, don't you believe it?"
"Of course I don't believe it!" Anji said coldly, slightly mockingly.
But as soon as she finished speaking, her body shook violently and her eyes suddenly widened. Slowly looking down at her heart, she saw a blood-red hand stretching out from her body, holding a beating heart—her heart.
Muse's voice sounded faintly behind her, and asked slowly: "What about now, do you still not believe it?"
"I..." Anji struggled to speak out, saying only one word, and then fell to the ground with a "pop", no breath at all.
this!
For a moment, many wizards looked at Muse as if they had seen a ghost.