Netheril’s Brilliance

Chapter 434 The Death of Tandak

At this moment, in the royal palace of Yansha City.

Standing alone in the empty hall, Prince Dick didn't know what he was thinking, and the sound of killing from outside the palace couldn't wake up his thinking. Inside, a pitch-black scroll that has lost all magic fluctuations is slowly turning into blood-red smoke.

Just as quiet as Prince Dick was the king of Tandak who collapsed on the throne—even though the flames burning outside the palace turned into dancing light and shadow against the white walls, this king known as the tyrant Still maintaining a look of closing his eyes and resting his mind, motionless...

Now the king probably has never been so quiet in his life, because...he is dead!

He didn't die in Southend's trap, but died under the scroll suddenly torn apart by Prince Dick. Before he died, he was still reprimanding his grandson, until the scroll carrying the deadly magic was smashed The ferocious Prince Dick tore it apart, and the king, who couldn't use his perception ability, didn't have time to notice it.

Thus, Tandak died like this, silently, like a helpless old man who really stepped into the dusk. His ending did not end in a wonderful battle, but suddenly greeted him in the empty palace. The end of life......

The king has passed away, but the huge palace is still as cold and dead as ever.

There are no maids or guards in the dark palace. The self-paid king of Tandak has always thought that it is a great insult to accept the care of others as a soldier, so he never needs guards by his side, let alone It needs the dedicated service of even a maid, even if the body is so weak that he can't move without using fighting energy, but Tandak still insists on acting on his own. He thinks this is the only dignity left for him as a warrior.

But... just today, the only remaining dignity of his made this once stunned warrior collapse on his throne, and no one even knew until the last moment that this warrior with absolute violence The king who ruled the kingdom of Waibean for thousands of years has gone to sleep forever.

Until death came, Tandak's right hand still did not let go of the hilt of his sword. It is a pity that this strong man who held a sharp blade all his life did not even have time to pull out the sword. It has to be said that this is really a kind of Unexpectedly great irony.

It was not until a long time passed, until the flames had spread to the door curtain of the palace, that the marble floor began to become scorchingly hot... Prince Dick casually threw away the palm-sized scroll and walked towards the gorgeously decorated, embellished Throne of gems and emeralds.

Unexaminedly, he pushed Tandak's skinny and old corpse off the throne, and Dick, who kept a weird smile, carefully took out his custom-made gorgeous crown and put it on himself, while slowly sitting on this beautiful throne. above.

"Ahahahahahaha! From today onwards, I am the king of the Kingdom of Waibien. I am the hero and savior of this country. I am an absolutely qualified true king! I will abandon the policy promulgated by that tyrant of Tandak, and I will Will lead this country to prosperity!"

Roaring loudly with a hoarse voice, Dick, with bloodshot eyes, laughed wildly on the throne. This prince, who has been suppressed for an unknown amount of time and whose thinking has been affected by spells, has never felt so happy before. Sitting on this throne He seemed to have seen the picture of the kingdom becoming stronger and walking out of the desert. The raging firelight reflected Dick's distorted face, and his fingers even ooze blood from clenching the throne too hard.

But... At the next moment, Prince Dick's laughter and sweet dreams stopped abruptly.

Accompanied by the sound of witchcraft spells released by an official-level sheep-headed shaman, the entire marble palace was instantly exploded, and the terrifying shock wave directly destroyed half of the palace. The solid rock shattered together, along with Prince Dick's ambition and that gorgeous throne...  

------Dividing line------

"boom"! !

In the south of Yansha City, a small spot of light quickly flew into the dense army of sheep-headed men. In the next moment, with the tremor of the earth and deafening roar, all the sheep-headed men who had slaughtered the poor just now were all counted. It turned into sporadic pieces of meat and exploded.

There is no doubt that there is only one person who can cast such a terrible spell on the goatman army on this battlefield, and that is Aowakin-Acidmaw!

"It's too powerful, hurry up and teach these damned goatmen a lesson, look at how densely they are stupidly standing, they are good targets!"

Seeing that a very small spot of light caused such a terrible lethality, Aisha's little face flushed with excitement following Aowakin.

Along the way, she has seen too many tragedies caused by goatmen—the originally exquisite houses were destroyed by fire, children who were separated from their families sat on the ground and cried, and the people hiding in the basement were caught by the goatmen with a keen sense of smell The massacre... The angry Aisha was already boiling with passion. If it weren't for her own limited strength as a trainee-level stalker, this sad and angry princess might have single-handedly entered the sheep-headed army.

Of course, in the case of Aowakin's shot, if Aisha rushed to the front line, it would not be helping but adding to the chaos. The girl who knew this could only endure the burning anger in her heart and follow Aisha. Vackin yelled behind him.

"Ah! There is a group of damned sheep-headed men running towards the group of refugees. Lord Aowakin, hurry up and deal with them."

"I know, I know, I can say with certainty that not stopping these sheep-headed men outside the city was the biggest mistake. If the safety of the poor was not taken into account, I only need three or four spells to deal with these sheep-headed men. Now, I have to carefully control the power of the spell, this is not an easy task!"

After throwing a spell without even looking at it and blowing up the goatman team, Owakyin, who was also anxious in his heart, complained in a low voice to himself, and hurried to the next place where the flames were blazing.

In a sense, the black dragon at this time was even more angry and impatient than Aisha. The flames of Yansha City brought back the most regrettable memories of Aowakin. He witnessed innocent poor people die in the flames. Vackin once again recalled the endless fire raging in the mountains!

"Damn it, I'm still too weak. If I were a legendary strong man, how could such tragedies happen one after another."

Gritting his teeth secretly, Owak increased his casting speed again because he ignored the sting of the soul. Maybe the black dragon is already longing for the pain in the soul, because only this severe pain can wash away the remorse spreading in his heart.

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