Full Time Mage Lord

  Chapter 112 Chapter 110 Performance

  The power of the king's personal guards had a remarkable effect at this time, beheading one assassin and severely injuring three assassins.

   Seeing that his guards were not afraid of these assassins at all, Bonaventure IV became more courageous, and some blood returned to his face.

   "Okay, okay, everyone has contributed to the escort, and I will reward you!"

The morale of the pro-guards is undoubtedly high and surging at this time, but the guards of the royal capital on the outskirts will suffer, especially Zhuoerlin found that dozens of figures appeared in the thick smoke soon, and those who participated in this operation There will never be less than a hundred assassins!

   A smile appeared on the face of the assassin holding Zhuo Erlin, even though his face was hidden under the black cloth, Zhuo Erlin could see his pride through his eyes.

   "Damn it!"

  Zoerlin was furious, he was the deputy head of the Star Knights, and he would be suppressed by an unknown thief.

  Zoerlin felt that there was no need to keep his soul power at this time, and he didn't care so much about whether there would be any powerful enemies in the future.

  He wants to defend his majesty as a knight of the Starlight Knights.

  The originally proud assassin, at this time, his eyes began to show some surprise, he felt that the air around him seemed to be getting hotter, and sweat oozed from his forehead.

  Zoerlin's body was emitting red auras of soul energy, and these auras were constantly spreading towards the long sword in his hand.

   "You seem to have underestimated the king's personal guards and Xinghui's knights!"

  Zoerlin's face showed a moment of ferocity, and he suddenly thought at this moment how long he hadn't used this trick, and the time of peace has indeed been a long time...

   "Secret Fire Sword Skill - Fiery Slash!"

  When the substantial flame flashed on the long sword in Drowlin's hand, the assassin's pupils shrank suddenly, "Sky Knight!?"

  The next moment, when the long sword in Drowlin's hand was completely covered in flames, the assassin who was wrestling with him could no longer bear the continuous heat wave from the long sword.

When Drowlin dragged the long sword in his hand and swung a heavy blow with the heat wave above, the assassin couldn't resist at all. The flame blade swept across his chest in an instant, and Drowlin smelled it at the same time as he screamed. A burning question.

  The assassin rolled to the ground, his body was twitching for the last time, his chest was already in a mess and there was no way to save him.

More than half of the black cloth on his face was burnt, Zhuo Erlin picked up the remaining rags with his long sword, and there was a handsome face underneath, the assassin was not very old, blood gushed from his mouth, and his breath getting weaker and weaker.

   Drowlin leaned slightly, and finally asked the assassin, "Who are you? What is your purpose?"

   "Cough... hey... hey, you, you... Bonaventure... family's... lackeys, it's hard, have you forgotten...the star that is more dazzling than Qiyao..."

   "What?! What is your purpose?"

  …

  The assassin's eyes were not closed, maybe he had his reluctance, but Drowlin cared more about his last words, a star that was more dazzling than Qiyao.

  Zollin didn't have time to think about the meaning of this sentence. The smoke in the central square was getting thicker and thicker, and the constant screams made the situation even more chaotic.

  The blow just now consumed more than half of Drowlin's soul power. If another assassin like that came to entangle him, the defense line of the king's capital without his command would only collapse faster.

   At this time, not only the assassins were using the dense fog to shuttle through it, but also many civilians were also trapped in the dense fog, and some of them lost their sense of direction and fled in a panic towards the wrestling platform.

   "No one should approach!"

   Seeing the strength of the personal guards, Mano also became proud. When he saw civilians breaking in, he immediately opened his mouth and shouted, and at the same time ordered the personal guards to shoot at the civilians with bows and arrows.

   "That bastard!" Xiu Yin shouted dissatisfied immediately after seeing it. He was about to approach the wrestling platform angrily, but was grabbed by Master Xiao En behind him.

   "What can you do when you go, none of us can get close to it, now you can just watch the show by the side of the stage as an audience!"

Master Xiao En's words made Xiu Yin calm down a little. Yes, he is just an audience. He is not even an actor at this time. Moreover, he has never been a real actor, and this is not his place. stage.

  The personal guard of more than 20 people has successfully escorted Bonaventure IV from the wrestling stage to the bottom. They have already moved to the VIP area north of the central square. As long as they pass through the VIP area, they will be at the gate of the palace.

   Now the palace has also sent a large number of soldiers, including the guards of the palace, and many personal guards from various lords.

  For example, the guards of the Bone Knights brought by Earl Fair also joined in the action to defend His Majesty.

  The Marquis of Fell ordered them to be the first to rush up to meet the king and **** them to the city, so that Fell could also get a lot of merit in this riot.

A large number of assassins have poured into the north side of the square. Looking down from the gate tower of the palace, it can be seen very clearly that about 70 or 80 people and a group of men in black began to attack Bonaventure IV and the two people around him. More than a dozen pro-guards formed a surrounding situation.

   "Let all the guards in the palace protect the father!" A fat man with a thick voice shouted beside Trog.

  Trog glanced at the fat man coldly. The fat man noticed Trog's gaze, and returned to Trog with a vicious look.

"Humph!"

  Trog turned his face to the bottom of the city gate, not looking at the fat man.

   Fatty is the eldest prince, Lance, and Trogg are not in harmony, not for anything else, just for the position of the first heir to the throne.

Looking at the besieged father below, Trog suddenly had an idea, which made his double head attached to the wall start to tremble non-stop, and there were even large beads of sweat running down his cheeks. tumble.

   "Trog? Don't worry, the king will be fine..." Tifa at the side saw Trog's appearance and opened his mouth to comfort him.

She thought that Trogg was worried because his father was trapped, and his face was a little pale. Compared with the eldest prince Lance, Tifa is still closer to Trogg. Of course, who will be the first heir to the throne in the end, She will also become that person's princess at the age of sixteen...

  The strength of the personal guards is good, but they have to spend a lot of energy to keep an eye on the safety of the king at all times. On the other hand, they are also under the pressure of being besieged.

Although the average individual strength of the assassins is not as good as these personal guards, but because the success of the distance plan is in sight, each of them went crazy and launched a surprise attack on the personal guards, and some even desperately attacked the personal guards after being severely injured The formation rushed away.

  (end of this chapter)