In the Kingdom of Egypt, in the gladiatorial arena of the city of Kairo, the atmosphere was solemn.

On the aristocratic viewing platform, King Khufu forcibly calmed down and looked at Macbeth with a strained face: "Wizard, you say, what do you want from me? As long as you don't kill me, I can tell you anything I know, and let you take anything I have." Didn't you ask me before what wizarding organization is supporting me, and I can tell you, it's ......"

"Shh

Macbeth made a silent motion, shook his head, thought of something, and nodded: "Well, I don't need you to say it, in fact, I already know the answer - when I asked you a question before, your reaction has already let me know that it is definitely one of the wizarding organizations I am talking about supporting you." In this way, it is enough.

I don't need to know exactly which wizarding organization it is, I just need to know that they exist. And as for you, Your Majesty, you are going to have to die. The reason is simple, you are a little too good as an ordinary person, or rather as a king. Being excellent is your original sin, because the world doesn't need people as good as you - it will break the rules. ”

"I ......" King Khufu's eyes widened, and he wanted to say something, but was stopped by Macbeth.

"Shhhh Macbeth said.

"Listen to what?" said King Khufu, looking puzzled.

"The sound of ice cracking. ”

"Huh?"

"Wow!"

King Khufu was puzzled, and when Macbeth was on his body, a large amount of ice mist and water vapor enveloped his body in an instant, turning him into a humanoid ice sculpture in an instant.

Macbeth stretched out his hand a little again, and with a "click", a large number of cracks appeared in the entire ice sculpture, and a large amount of blood gushed out inside, and King Khufu, who was wrapped, was obviously dead and could not die again.

"Tsk, what a beautiful sound. Macbeth looked to the side, and the Minister of Intelligence, Checker, was standing up from the corner with a groaning of pain, his face wary, his quenched dagger clutched tightly in his hand. Checker didn't think that a poisoned dagger could do much harm to Macbeth, but at a critical moment, at least it could help him free himself.

Macbeth didn't make any attacking moves, looked at Pickle, and said loudly: "I'm sorry to kill your king, but the king is such a thing, killing one, there will be the next, it's not a big deal." So, go find your next master. By the way, if someone asks you about today, you can tell him that it was the White Shadow from the Deep Blue Keep who killed your king, and that's it. ”

After speaking, Macbeth stepped down from the aristocratic viewing platform, walked to the middle of the field, and said to Richard and Nancy, who were chatting in the middle of the field, "Let's go." ”

"Yes. Richard and Nancy responded, quickly following Macbeth's pace and walking towards the outside of the field.

On the audience stage, many spectators were silent, their eyes were like ice hockey puts, shooting out a terrifying and frightened light, and they didn't dare to breathe to see the group of three people leave.

When Macbeth left with Richard and Nancy, everyone who survived couldn't help but shudder as they recalled what they had just seen.

......

A moment later.

"Da Da Da ......"

The sound of horses' hooves sounded outside the city of Kairo, and Macbeth led Richard and Nancy towards the border, but slowly, as if he was deliberately waiting for someone.

And then......

"Dada......"

Like the sound of horses' hooves in a storm, a large group of cavalry rushed out of the city of Kairo and caught up with the group of three.

"Well, it did. Macbeth spoke up, calmly, glancing at Richard and Nancy, and explaining, "That's part of the mission. Although, the main part of the task is to kill the king, but more fundamentally, it is to establish a kingdom of Prune that is more close to our White Stone Tower.

The previous Khufu was obviously a puppet supported by another wizarding organization, and after killing him, there will be people in the kingdom of Pu Egypt who are more close to our White Stone Tower to try to take the throne. He had been notified before and would not send someone to chase him.

But his rivals are different, and they will definitely try to pursue them, after all, if they kill us by luck, then they can get a huge political bargaining chip. And what I want to do is to completely shatter this illusion. ”

"Forehead ......"

"Now, stay away, I'm going to start killing. Macbeth said to Nancy and Richard.

"Yes......"

Richard and Nancy did not hesitate, and rode quickly into the distance, while Macbeth met the large number of galloping cavalry with one man and one horse, and the distance between the two sides continued to shorten.

500 meters, 400 meters, 300 meters.

Two hundred meters!

"Stop!"

Someone in the cavalry gave the order, and at once all the riders stopped the galloping horses.

"Bow and arrow ready!"

The riders took off their longbows one after another.

"Arrows!"

The rider draws his arrow and mounts it on his longbow.

"Aim!"

The rider adjusts the bow and arrow pointing.

"Hold!"

The rider holds the motion, motionless.

"Shoot!"

At the moment of "brushing", many arrows shot like locusts at Macbeth, who had entered the best range.

For a moment, the sky darkened, followed by the frightened eyes of all the riders.

I saw Macbeth raise his hand, as if holding up a piece of sky, and directly stopped many falling arrows.

Then Macbeth waved his hand again, and the numerous arrows turned around and whizzed towards their original master, falling into the dense cavalry.

"Ahh

The screams rang out continuously.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!" someone in the cavalry dressed in gorgeous armor, roared loudly, tried to stabilize the ranks, drew his long sword and waved it vigorously, shouting, "Kill the evil wizard, avenge His Majesty, everyone will be rewarded!"

The casualty cavalry hesitated at first, but finally urged the horses to gallop towards the approaching Macbeth.

One hundred and fifty meters away.

"Hurry up!" shouted the cavalry leader.

"Smack", the cavalry whipped the horse's buttocks.

A hundred meters away!

"Hurry up!" shouted the cavalry leader again.

"Bang Bang", the cavalry frantically whipped the horse's buttocks with a leather whip.

Fifty meters away.

"Charge!" shouted the cavalry leader

"Puff puff", the cavalry kicked the horse's belly with the spurs on his boots.

The horses suffered pain, and their speed increased to the extreme, and the entire cavalry team pushed towards Macbeth like a black tide, carrying the power of thunder, to crush Macbeth.

Macbeth rode alone, looking at the scene with a calm, even mocking face, and the next moment his lips opened and closed, and he pronounced the incantation quickly and silently.

"Da Da Da!"

The cavalry approached like lightning, and in the blink of an eye it was ten meters in front of Macbeth.

At this time, Macbeth raised his hand, and the spell was released.

"Brush!"

A large amount of white ice mist rushed out like a roaring white dragon, sweeping through all the cavalry in the front row at a speed visible to the naked eye, freezing them into ice sculptures and nailing them to the spot. After that, the white mist continued to surge, filling the gaps between the ice sculptures and creating a solid ice wall.

The cavalry that followed, one after the other, uncontrollably rammed into the ice wall at high speed.

"Click! click!"

The ice spear stood still, shining in the sunlight, but the cavalry that came at the collision was constantly screaming and falling from the horse.

Dust, and screams, rose from behind the ice wall, covering the sky and the earth, so spectacular.