Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 116 This is my war
Tongues of fire licked the crumbling wooden slats, scorched black and bright red, two vivid colors that were constantly pulsating, weaving and interlacing in the field of vision.

Xia Houyan felt burning sensation and suffocation at the same time.

How did all this happen?
Not sure.

The world seemed to go back to the days when he had just crossed over. Xia Houyan felt his mind was confused and his memory was extremely chaotic.

He only vaguely remembered that he was standing on the roof of Horned Eagle Manor just now, watching the charge of the enemy cavalry, leaning on the wall and pointing out the passionate words of Jiangshan with Master Laurie;
But immediately after, the two magicians felt the violent elemental fluctuations in the air...

Before they had time to react, everything was turned upside down with a thunderous bang, and their memories were completely broken...

Elemental fluctuations...

Xia Houyan shook his head, gritted his teeth and sat up from the ground: when he supported the ground with his hands, he clearly felt that even the soil mixed with ash under his body was completely hot.

He surveyed his surroundings:

Crushed stones, wooden strips, and collapsed red bricks together set up a small arched space; wisps of flame jumped and rose in the gaps between these collapsed objects, constantly spewing out smoke, high temperature, and embers.

There is no doubt that this is a void formed under the ruins of the building——

——Or to be more precise, the so-called "building" refers to the Horned Eagle Manor that has just been built a few days ago.

Because just in the corner of the field of vision, under the half of the burning beam, Xia Houyan found a very familiar bed crossbow arm with carved patterns in the style of the demons-before it showed great power and shot "Moluo" The Luna Village Bed Crossbow of "Tov Rocket" has been dismembered in several pieces by the shock wave of the explosion like Lego blocks dismantled by a bear child.

"Mother Xipi, before the battle started, my house collapsed first..." The lord gritted his teeth and pinched the center of his brows.

Although his thoughts were numb, he still roughly figured out the ins and outs of the matter——

The group of mysterious cavalry who attacked Frost Maple Ridge did not directly attack the Green Dam as they expected. On the contrary, they adopted a more efficient long-range attack method:

There can only be one explanation for the violent elemental fluctuations in the air, and such a huge, instantaneous burst of violent destructive power——

——Magic, and it's fire magic.

No one expected that this group of cavalry, which seemed to be composed entirely of warriors, actually possessed precious magical powers!
With the help of taboo magic, vine oil and happy wind pig, Shuangfengling, who took the lead, seems to have been severely defeated by the opponent...

However, perhaps due to the excessive lack of oxygen, Xia Houyan did not have any emotional fluctuations in his heart to the changes in the battle situation. The only feeling was that his head was groggy, and all thinking was very slow.

But he understands that the current priority is to find a way to escape from the ruins of flames.

According to the experience of previous life, Xia Houyan tried to cover his mouth and nose with his sleeve, but it was of no use: the cloth was not wet at all, so naturally it could not prevent the irritating smoke from pouring into the nasal cavity.

Even the matter of "standing up" was very difficult: Xia Houyan supported the scorching ground with his hands, trying to stand up straight, but as soon as he exerted strength on his left leg, he felt a heart-pounding pain from his calf. In pain, he fell to the ground involuntarily.

fracture.He endured the pain and judged his injury: the flame explosion just now was so violent that he still fell from the high roof together with countless bricks and rubble...

If such a tragic process has not resulted in a comminuted fracture, maybe old man Newton will come over and beat someone.

Xia Houyan gritted his teeth and completely gave up the plan to use his left leg.

He supported the ground with his elbows in turn, crawling forward bit by bit on the ground.

——The ruins formed by the collapse of houses are generally not airtight. He must find an opening to communicate with the outside world: not big enough for him to escape, but at least it can supply the fresh air he desperately needs now.

In the ruins filled with flames, every inch of distance moved was extremely painful.

Even with the slightest movement, Xia Houyan's broken leg bone will be pulled, causing convulsions and severe pain like plucking the strings of a piano;
He felt that the hair on his head was also curled up due to the high temperature, and the oxygen that could be absorbed into the chest cavity became thinner, causing dizziness like dizziness...

I can't climb anymore.

The lord of Frost Maple Ridge prostrated in the center of the fiery ruins, like a piece of Asian copper about to be buried in the ground.

There was silence, save for the crackling of the flames.

The shadow of death became clearly visible in the increasingly scorching air.

Xia Houyan panted and lay on the ground, showing a helpless wry smile.

Or...can't escape?
To meet death for the second time, as expected, even the mentality is much calmer...

The only thing I want is to take another look at my hometown, my parents, and Splendid China.

Xia Houyan stretched out his hand tremblingly.

He didn't know why he did this, but everything was logical.

At least, let me see the gods of my homeland again.

In the ruins where no one needs to be resurrected, only one is ready to die, the ancient syllables of the resurrection technique resounded in a low voice.

A familiar black phantom loomed in front of the lord.

"Boss, take me away." He smiled weakly at Lord Yan who showed up as promised.

"Get lost." Xu Ying cursed in Chinese.

Xia Houyan's free and easy expression smiling at death like a revolutionary martyr suddenly froze on his face, extremely distorted.

Just like the moving Chinese figure who was about to accept the award, he realized that he had read the wrong list when he was on stage. The award was not for him.

"You..." The lord of Shuangfengling, staring at the phantom of King Yan, was stunned for a long time before he asked bluntly, "... so you can talk?"

Xia Houyan saw very clearly that King Yan rolled his eyes exaggeratedly.

However, Xu Ying didn't seem to be interested in talking to him, but turned around in a big way, pointed his butt towards him in a very proud way, and then waved his sleeves gracefully.

The rich gray ghostly magic power surged out from the cuff of the magistrate, like a thick cumulonimbus cloud, floating leisurely above Xia Houyan's head, sinking slowly, covering his mouth and nose.

Immediately, clear thoughts returned to his mind, and the air circulating in the nasal cavity and trachea no longer had that horrible burning and suffocating feeling, but had a kind of ice mint-like coolness.

Xia Houyan lay on the ground in embarrassment, looked at the majestic phantom of King Yan and opened his mouth. Before he had time to say a few polite words, he saw that phantom suddenly shattered into dust and returned to nothingness.

Amidst the loud noise of stones and wooden strips rolling down, the earth trembled continuously.

Then, a familiar simple and honest voice came muffled from the outside world through the burning ruins:

"My lord! My lord! Can you hear me, my lord!"

"Clement!" Xiahouyan hurriedly shouted in the package of Nether magic power, "I'm here!"

(End of this chapter)