The Wizard’s Way Home

　　 The king of Serai Kingdom has been very impatient recently. Due to the westward advance of the Nord's army, the kingdom of Serei lost one-third of its territory. I heard that many duchy and city-states have fallen.

　　 The powerful nobles everywhere are still in the wait-and-see stage, but many nobles have begun to contact the Nords in secret.

　　The treasury of the kingdom was completely empty after paying the commission of the professional guild. It has not yet reached the tax season and cannot receive enough tax for the time being. The daily expenses of the kingdom’s army are now maintained by the king’s own treasury. The bad news made the king exhausted.

　　 The shiny skin became rough, and his temper became more and more grumpy. The items in the king's study were almost changed twice. And more and more servants were punished for no reason. The servants in the palace seemed to be walking on thin ice every day, taking every step carefully, for fear that they might not provoke the king and be dragged out and beaten up.

　　 The day before, a reckless waiter accidentally spilled wine on the map, and was hanged alive by the king on the flagpole. What a poor fellow.

　　 After nightfall, the king came for a walk in the garden. This was the best time for the king of the day. The cool breeze and secluded garden can temporarily dispel the grievances in the king's heart.

　　 The king wandered on the path in the garden, and several kingdom iron guards followed carefully behind the king.

　　 The moon has risen to the branches, and today is a full moon. The cold moonlight sprinkled on the pond, and a tree fruit fell in the pond, causing a series of ripples, shattering the moonlight into a pool of phosphorescence.

　　 The king stood by the pond and looked at the moon quietly. At this time, wisps of mist gradually rose, and the originally bright moonlight became hazy. It's like putting on a light gauze. Separate the king from the world. The king tried to reach out to touch the bright moon, but it was in vain.

　　 The king frowned, seemingly dissatisfied that the beautiful moonlight was blocked by the mist. But as an ordinary person, he didn't have the ability to change this phenomenon, so he could only turn around and return to the palace.

　　The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and it is like a big net that covers the entire Haifaer in the fog. The king returned to the study wearily, ready to deal with the remaining government affairs. After all, the war is imminent, and there are many things that need to be arranged in detail.

　　 just opened the door, only to find that Tu Hughes was sitting carelessly in front of his desk, drinking a glass of mint water.

　　 The king's face changed a few times, and the fire was finally suppressed. After all, his army now has to rely on the professional guild to act as a sharp knife, otherwise his king might not be able to defend it for a day.

　　 The king tried his best to calm his heart, and then put on a smiling face, "Your Excellency Tu Hughes, what's the matter in the middle of the night?"

　　 Tu Hughes slowly put the tea cup down and glanced at the king, "There is indeed something, I will borrow something from you, and I will leave when I finish borrowing it."

　　 "Oh, what things need to be borrowed by Your Excellency Tusius himself, and your Excellency Tusius can just take it away." The king pretended to be generous. At this critical moment, it is not a mean time. If Tusius sees his kingdom’s treasure house at this time, the king must grit his teeth and agree. After all, if Tusius’s support is lost, the Kingdom of Seret is likely to be lost. The Nords perish. There will be nothing at that time. As a king, you still understand the most basic choices.

　　 "Oh, it's not a big deal. My master wants to borrow your head for use." Tuxius said lightly.

"what?"

　　 Before the king could react, Tusius pulled out a gorgeous dagger inlaid with various jewels from his waist, dashed to the king's body, and wiped the king's throat with a knife.

　　 The king fell to the ground in pain, grabbing his neck with both hands desperately, trying to shout out hard, but he couldn't make a sound.

　　 Tuxius took a cross sword from the wall, and then slowly pulled the sword out of its sheath. The cold sword showed Tuxius's somewhat old face.

　　 "It turns out that I haven't used a sword for so many years, and the blood on my body has dissipated. I really miss the first time." Tu Hughes seemed to be lost in thoughts.

　　The king who fell to the ground stared at Tusius, if his eyes could kill, by this time Tusius had already died ten thousand times.

　　 Seems to feel the king's gaze, and Tusius wakes up from the memory. He saw the king who fell on the ground, still struggling, "It's a stubborn life, forget it, let me end your pain, who made me the kind-hearted Lord Tuhus."

　　 Tu Hughes waved a sharp sword and chopped off the king's head.

Gurulu, the king’s head rolled out, his eyes glared, seeming to be angry, and also seeming to be asking why~www.readwn.com~ Tusius glanced at the king’s head and sighed. Blame your own life, block the master's path, if you can't resist, you will only be crushed." After speaking, Tuxius found a piece of clothing to wrap the king's head and left.

At the same time, all the nobles in the royal capital were assassinated by the professional guild, and the professionals who were bought by the nobles as escorts were all drawn to the professional guild by Tusius in the name of training formation during the day. . All those who were willing to surrender were hit by witchcraft runes, and those who were not willing to surrender were turned into flower manure.

　　 The nobles who lack professional protection are as weak as babies in the face of professional assassination. He was quickly beheaded by these professionals. Only some of the noble relatives and family guards were left at a loss.

　　 Just as the nobles of Haifa were grouped without a leader, a group of Nord soldiers suddenly appeared in the city and opened the closed gate. A group of Nord soldiers rushed into the city.

　　 After lacking a sufficiently prestigious leader, the nobles of Haifa can only organize their own family escorts to fight.

　　 At this time, a thick fog fell on Haifa, and the noble guards and city defense soldiers could only see what was around them, but the Nords’ sight was not affected, and most of the enemies could be solved with bows and arrows from a distance. It's almost like a slaughter.

　　 Countless bows and arrows flying in from the fog caused the morale of the conscripts who lacked unified command to fall to the bottom. In the hopeless situation of winning, these city defense soldiers put down their weapons and gave up resistance, and they soon surrendered as an establishment.

　　 And those noble guards did their last duty, protecting their master's family to the last moment. But this has no effect. Soon these people who were working as vehicles were overwhelmed by the Nord's army, and there was not even a wave of spray.