Shaking the World

Milos nodded slightly, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, but he didn't think about it any more. Although the Holy See is a very powerful independent organization, with the top power in the mainland, such as Bright Mage and Warrior, it still cannot compare with the Empire in general. , because their number is too small, since the old king is determined to do it, he will not give them a chance to breathe.

Phoenix glanced at the man next to him, saw his thoughts from the other's expression, and couldn't help reminding: "Don't think that the Holy See is easy to deal with. They seem to be kind to people and they are a just organization, but in fact they have already taken control of them. Stretching to every corner of the empire, its threat is far greater than those of the thieves' guilds and killer organizations. They are bandits walking in the sun, and the empire has yet to find a reasonable excuse to attack it. First pull out their minions secretly, and then slowly figure them out. This must be a protracted battle without gunpowder. The old king must know this, so he is so eager to do it, before his body deteriorates... .”

"The old king's condition is really so bad? Is even the top alchemist helpless?" Milos' face was slightly heavy.

Phoenix was also silent for a moment, and then said: "It should be a hidden disease left by the orc war. Even the light mages can't do anything, but I find it hard to believe that those light mages will wholeheartedly treat the old king."

Milos' face changed slightly when he heard the words, and he sighed: "It seems that things are much more serious than I thought."

"What do you think?" Phoenix snorted, not without contempt: "You stay in the mage's tower all day, like a frog at the bottom of a well, how much do you know about the situation outside?"

"That's right." Milos touched his big nose with a cowardly expression.

He probably didn't realize how many years it had been since that expression had appeared on his face.

Phoenix rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth raised slightly. This guy has not changed much from the guy she remembered.

However, her smile was quickly hidden again, and she put on a solemn expression, and warned the other party: "On the surface, the Magician's Guild is a neutral organization that does not compete with the world, but strictly speaking, it should be under the jurisdiction of the empire. Although the Empire is in the hands of the Holy See

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Your power will not be used at the beginning, and may not even be used until the end, but you belong to the empire after all, even if the empire will not use you, the Holy See will definitely guard against you, and may even try to disintegrate you, so you must Be vigilant.I know that the management of the Magician's Guild is very loose, and this will give those unruly people an opportunity to take advantage of it.Nowadays, magicians seldom have national consciousness, and they all focus on self-honor. This is a disadvantage and a hidden danger brought about by peace.Once the war starts, it is not just a matter of face, but a matter of life and death! "

Phoenix turned to face Milos, with a rare look of concern in his eyes.

"As the new elder of Bababel, you have a certain right to speak in the guild. You have to remind those pampered old guys so that they have a little sense of crisis. At the same time, as a high-level guild, you are easily regarded by the Holy See. For the focus of the target... In short, pay attention to safety!"

Milos stared at the other party's blue eyes, and nodded solemnly.

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Ingersoll Annex, basement level.

Tungust was carrying the giant blade, drenched in blood.

There was his own blood in it, and more from those thieves.

After a quarter of an hour of killing, his aura didn't weaken in the slightest, but became even more violent because of the bloody aura!

There was no one around him who could stand still. They all fell to the ground without breath. Except for the head which was still intact, the corpses were all incomplete. The whole space was filled with the smell of blood, even Even Tony, who was hiding in the air duct above, could smell a strong smell of blood.

Tungust stepped forward, stepping on the muddy plasma to the corner. There was a person sitting in the corner with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Beside him lay three severed sword blades.

If you look carefully, you can find that the man's chest is slightly rising and falling, which means that he has not died at the moment.

Tungust put the giant blade on the man's shoulder, his eyes were cold, and there was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Bearded Roosevelt, I know you're not dead, as a reward for your desperate resistance

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, I allow you to say your last words. "

A hoarse growl came from Roosevelt's throat, he raised his head with difficulty, his eyes were fixed on the blade on his shoulder, his eyes were cloudy, without a trace of expression.

"You, dare to kill me... our... president, Joyce, won't... let you go!"

"Is this your last wish?" The corner of Tungust's mouth widened, "If that's the case, I'm sorry I can't help you realize it, why don't you change your wish, such as asking your president to stay with you or something , I might be able to help you, hahaha!"

Amidst the wild laughter, Tungust moved away the giant blade on the opponent's shoulder, moved the blade down, pointed the tip at the heart, and stabbed in little by little...

Amidst the rumbling sound of the mechanism, the hanging ceiling was pulled back to its original position, cutting off the bloody scenes below.

Tony raised his head, and all the stone walls above retreated back, returning to their original appearance. He no longer hesitated, and retreated along the wind path.

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The sewers beneath Ingersoll's underground warehouse.

In this confined space, the fighting has been going on for a long time. During this period, Gango's low-pitched roars and muffled sounds like wild beasts, and even more, are the screams of thieves.

The thieves were knocked down one by one like melons and vegetables, but Gango's roar inspired the thieves in the rear to keep going forward, as if a voice kept echoing in their ears: "That guy is dying!"

Almost all the thieves rushed towards the guard who was dying like crazy, with only one thought in mind, killing people and grabbing medicine!

However, it wasn't until the thieves' shouts of killing became sparse, and Gango's roar was still high-pitched, that the remaining thieves calmed down, stopped attacking, and retreated a certain distance.

At this time, in their perception, there are not many colleagues around them left!

Nearly NO.50 people were slaughtered without knowing it!

Fear could not be restrained from growing in the bottom of my heart, and several thieves began to tremble.

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