I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

Philen sat on a chair in the room, waiting for the priest to bandage the Count.

Hugh Tark stood by, beside the priest, with white bandages on his arms and waist.

There was some wet blood on the bandage on his right arm.

After the priest finished bandaging, he put the bandages and medicines in the medicine box and said, "You need to rest for a while."

Count Granat saw the priest nod and was about to go out. "Sorry for the trouble." The Count raised his hand and thanked the priest.

Philen and Hugh Tark watched the man go out.

Suddenly, the Count, Hugh Tark and Philen were the only three people left in the room.

Count Granat struggled to get up, and Hugh Tark was startled, "Hey."

He quickly reached out to support the Count.

"Are you okay?"

Count Granat looked painful, and Hugh Tark could see that he was holding his chest, probably because he had torn the wound.

Count Granat smiled in relief, as if he had saved his life, and sighed:

"Thanks to you, I saved my life."

"Thank you."

Count Granat thanked Hugh Tark and Fearon, his tone full of sincerity.

If it weren't for these two people who risked their lives to rescue him, he would not have bled too much or died under the torture of the demons.

Hugh Tark saw this.

He now had an understanding of the Count's character.

Then, they had hope to plead for Flillian.

He turned around and looked at Fearon.

Count Granat looked up at them. Obviously, he also understood their request. The Count sat up straight and said to them:

"The crime committed by your fellow magician is absolved."

Count Granat thought of the magician who wanted to attack Lugna.

"Her judgment is correct."

The demons pretended to negotiate and sent the demon Lugna as a peace envoy. After sneaking into the city, it turned out that the fundamental plot was to obtain a way to remove the protective barrier.

In order to invade his territory, this human city, they wanted to massacre the residents in the city, and they actually planned such a trick.

He trusted the enemy.

Now the two demons are still there... Count Granat felt heavy in his heart.

When Huttark heard that the count would not pursue the matter of Fulilian's escape from prison, he turned to Philen and said happily: "In this way, Fulilian can return to the city."

"Ask her to eliminate Lugna and the others."

After hearing this, Philen turned to look at Count Granat.

"In fact, Ms. Fulilian did not kill the guards..."

Count Granat understood this matter and who the culprit was, "I know, it was the demons who did it."

[Wow, the city lord is so wise. ]

[From the beginning, the Earl suspected the demons. Otherwise, why would he investigate the whereabouts of the disappeared demon Drat? He also knew that Drat did not ask the servants about the location of the bathroom. The Earl was always paying attention to the movements of the demons. Wow! ]

[The Earl is very smart, wise and courageous. He is so charming. I like him so much! ]

[This Earl is really a good person. ]

"Moreover." Earl Granat noticed that Hugh Tark called the magician by name, "You said that the magician is called Fulilian?"

"Yes." Ferren nodded.

Earl Granat was a little surprised. He had obviously heard of this name.

"It turned out to be the elf magician among the brave group."

Earl Granat closed his eyes, touched his chin and thought:

"Then I am really too offensive."

[This city lord, he knows Fulilian's name! ! ]

[Eighty years have passed, and the city lord of this city still knows Fulilian's name. It must be that the city lord's predecessor who was guarding the front line passed it on by word of mouth, and the city lord eighty years ago told him about it. ]

[City lord: Okay, I'm relieved now. ]

Count Granat raised his head, looked forward, and said with a distant thought:

"The brave and his party have done a favor to the Granat family."

"In my grandfather's generation, this city was attacked by the demon army."

"At that time, it was the brave and his party who repelled them."

As Count Granat spoke.

The screen switched.

Above the territory of Count Granat.

"At that time, the opponent was also the Seven Collapse Sages - Guillotine Aura."

The camera turned.

Aura with bright purple hair smiled strangely and looked forward. A large number of armored headless knights gathered around her.

The camera zooms out quickly, passing through countless armored headless knights!

Finally.

It freezes in the sky opposite the headless knight.

On Fulilian, who is suspended in the air, wearing a white robe and holding a half-moon staff.

[So is this a memory or the present? ]"Long time no see, Aura."

Furryen looked down at the demons and said to Aura, the demon behind the headless knight.

The background music at this time had clear drum beats, as if a battle was about to be triggered.

"Yeah, haven't seen each other for eighty years, right? Furyen."

Aura's purple eyes looked at Furyen who was slowly descending, and said with a frivolous and evil smile.

[So now it's outside the city! Furyen has arrived at the scene of the demon army. ]

[This transition is so cool, a battle spanning a hundred years! ]

[This connection is amazing! ]

[Ferren and Shutark, the two have to deal with the two demons of Lugna in the city, and Furyen is going to face the more powerful Aura. With so many demon armies, Furyen has to face so many demons alone. Is it really okay? ]

[Furryen! Smash them! 】

Flillian landed in front of many monster armies, blocking Aura in front of her. Ten kilometers behind her was the territory of the Earl of Granat.

"You want to go to the city in front?" Flillian asked.

The headless knight made way for Aura to walk out from the middle.

"It would be great if you could take the initiative to retreat." Flillian's voice was calm and low.

"I don't want to." Aura refused, with a charming and frivolous voice.

"Why?"

Aura raised the corner of his mouth and did not answer Flillian.

The next second.

With a sword swing, Flillian dodged the continuous attack of the headless knight sideways.

[No martial ethics, direct attack? ]

[Control the warrior and attack the mage, how despicable! ]

[There are so many headless knights. ]

Flillian jumped and flew into the air.

Then, the other side heard a quick step, and the headless warrior wielding a huge axe attacked behind Fulilian, swinging the axe horizontally and slashing.

Towards Fulilian's position, it hit the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

[I remember that Fulilian is in the city, it is not easy to deal with the warriors, she is a mage. ]

[It's broken! Fulilian is in danger? ! ]

The dust dispersed.

Fulilian was intact, standing less than half a foot away from the huge axe, surrounded by countless headless knights.

Aura was not far away from her, controlling countless headless warriors in armor around her, holding a scale in her left hand.

"Because I have an absolute advantage." Aura said to Fulilian.

She would not retreat, as long as Fulilian was defeated...