With the departure of nearly twenty powerful wizards, the dozen or so powerful wizards in the venue who did not leave were on guard, alerting for possible attacks while directing the treatment of the people of their own organization.

After a while, outside the venue, there was a sudden sound of dense footsteps approaching, followed by continuous spell casting mana fluctuations.

Mayphiris, who was helping to treat Macbeth, sensed this change, her face changed slightly, and she dragged Macbeth to the side, and at the same time shouted out of her mouth: "Be careful, there is an attack!"

When the rest of the people heard it, they made a defensive posture one after another, followed by the sound of "boom", and the four walls of the venue were directly shattered.

With a "bang", the entire venue collapsed, dust and rubble flew everywhere.

"Smack!"

A gravel smashed on Macbeth's head, and the unconscious Macbeth frowned, slowly opened his eyes, first coughed violently, then fanned the dust with his hand, and looked around.

Then I saw that I don't know when, a dense group of black-robed people appeared, surrounding the location of the venue, and the intention was not good.

"What is this?"

"Ahem", Macbeth coughed violently a few times, slowly turned his head, looked at Mephielis on the side, and asked, "Hey, I accidentally fainted just now, and it seems that the change is a bit big." Before I fainted, I just remember that old guy Sigur attacked me, and what happened after that, would you please explain it to me? Well explained, how about you go back and have marmalade, Mayphyris?"

"Hmph, not interested. Mephielis replied coldly.

As soon as he raised his hand after speaking, he quickly released a ball of flame, attacking several black-robed people who approached, and said to Macbeth after he finished: "I think, instead of explaining, you should think about how to live!"

"But what's the point of living if nothing is clear?" said Macbeth, saying this, but his hands were not idle, and with a wave of his hand, several ice spears were born and shot, and then a shield was born to block several energy missiles that flew in.

After the block was successful, I don't know if it touched any injuries, Macbeth's whole body suddenly curled up behind the shield, and he coughed heartbreakingly. After a while, the cough was over, and he returned to normal, and stood up with a pale face.

Wiping the blackened blood from the corner of his mouth, Macbeth looked at the black-robed man who kept rushing in with deep eyes, and said to himself: "Alas, something really happened, it seems that my previous premonition was really accurate, I don't know how long I will live less, or die directly?"

"Don't talk nonsense, use snacks, protect the rest of the people, and find a way to rush out!" Mayphyllis said coldly beside her.

"By the way, can you really rush out?" Macbeth looked at the many black-robed people and expressed his concern "tactfully", "I think the one who dies here is the most likely." If I had known this, I wouldn't have had any joint meetings in the first place, and if I had that time, I might as well eat a few more bowls of marmalade. ”

Hearing this, Mayphylis didn't bother to pay attention to Macbeth, and responded with a look that was even worse than that of the black-robed man, and a purple lightning suddenly appeared in the palm of her hand, and she slammed to the side, killing several black-robed people along the way.

Macbeth shook his head and muttered a few words as if complaining, but eventually followed Mayphylisa to the side, trying to unite the people of the White Rock Tower and prepare to break out.

The black-robed man seemed to realize their purpose, and the intensity of the attack suddenly increased, and more people approached.

For the rest of the day, wizards from other organizations do similar things to Macbeth and Mayphylis.

They suddenly found that the exchange conference arranged the people of their organization very scattered with ulterior motives, trying to gather people in their own organization while trying to lead people to break through.

The black-robed man used great force to stop it, constantly rushing in, disrupting the defensive formations of various wizard organizations. Gradually, the entire venue, as well as the area around the venue, has evolved into a huge and chaotic battlefield, and the black-robed people are trying to cut and surround everyone, and then severely damage and destroy them.

Somewhere on the periphery of the battlefield, Tu Ke, who was more than two meters tall, gathered everything in his eyes, and his eyes glowed with cold light, as if he had seen the final result.

In an inconspicuous corner of the battlefield, Richard took the hand of the cat slave girl, and with a casual blow, he destroyed a black-robed man who rushed up, and quickly dodged to the side. While dodging, he couldn't help but shake his head, his eyes swept over the surrounding thoughts, and he sighed in his heart.

Alas, it seems to be in trouble again, and it's an absolute big trouble, I can't hide if I want to, it's a bit of a headache.

The current situation, unless the powerful wizards who are chasing Sigurt can kill Sigurt in time and then rush back to support, it may be better, otherwise it looks like a dead end - the people who deployed all this are obviously well prepared.

But will the powerful wizard who is chasing Sigurt be able to return, or will they be prepared to put them in a worse situation?

Richard raised his eyebrows slightly.

......

The other side.

Twenty or so powerful wizards pursued Sieg all the way, pursued beyond the garrison of the Deep Blue Keep, and stopped in unison.

The reason for stopping is simple, because ...... They chased people away.

Well, the chase is lost.

It's a bit of a shame, but they have to admit the reality.

Rose City's wizard Anji and the rest looked at each other and couldn't help asking, "What now?"

There was a lot of talking.

"Why don't you go back?" someone suggested, "I think something might be going to happen at the venue, so we'd better go back and have a look." ”

"Can't go back. Immediately someone objected, "Sieg must be nearby, we must kill him!" As for the venue, there are not a few people left, and even if something happens, it can hold on in a short time. ”

"But......" someone hesitated.

Just when everyone couldn't get noticed, a sneer rang out.

"Hehehehe, what a bunch of pathetic ants, I haven't understood the truth yet. ”

"Well, who?" the wizards asked, startled.

As he spoke, the air distorted, and a woman appeared in everyone's sight.

I saw that the other party's skin was fair, his lips were fiery red, and eight of the ten nails on his hands were dyed black, like sharp blades, and the ends were shining with a chilling glow. On his body, he was wearing a scarlet robe, which was slowly blown by the wind, like a burning flame, beautiful and dangerous.

Exactly the muse!

The muse's gaze swept over all the wizards, and he said coldly: "Introduce yourself, my name is the muse, as for the identity...... Oh, it's the one who killed you!"

"The one who killed us? Anjidao, the wizard of Rose City, didn't pay much attention to the muse, but asked the muse, "Tell me, where did that guy go to Sig? ”

"Oh, utterly stupid ants, it seems that you really don't know the truth. ”

"The truth, what truth?"

"The truth is, as ants, as disobedient ants, you will all die. The ants that remain in the venue will be killed. And you more powerful big ants will be killed by me personally, and the province will be variable.

Sigurt is only in charge of bringing you here, and there is no way he can fight you, at least not yet. Maybe he'll stop you when I'm killing you and you're escaping. ”

"Why, you're going to kill twenty of us alone?" asked Angie looking at Muse.

"Why, can't you?" the muse stretched and asked again a little lazily, "Why, don't you believe me?"

"Of course I don't believe it!" said Angie coldly, slightly mocking.

But as soon as she finished speaking, her body shook violently, and her eyes suddenly widened. Slowly looking down at the socket of the heart, she saw the blood-red hand reaching out of her body, and in that hand was grasping a beating heart—her heart.

The voice of the muse sounded faintly behind her, and she asked slowly, "What about you now, do you still not believe it?"

"I'm ......" Anji struggled to speak, only said one word, and fell to the ground with a "poof", without breath.

This!

For a moment, many wizards looked at the muse as if they had seen a ghost.

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