Cormier's military campaign against Simon ended in a farce that would be a long time to remember for the Cormiers, and a fairly fresh conversation for the bards and adventurers of all over Faerun.

Many people were stunned by the strength of Simon City in the war, which once again proved that one or two otherworldly magical creations of a high-ranking spellcaster can dominate the development of a battle to some extent- Cormier's helplessness under the blow of the ironclad reflects this, although Penny himself knows that this is a fresh and unexpected advantage, if the ironclad and the giant god soldiers are dispatched to fight Cormier face to face at the beginning, then neither the Cormier Battle Mage Regiment nor the Purple Dragon Knight will let Penny win so easily.

But it was difficult for outsiders who didn't know about it to know this, even Chief Cormier, who participated in the battle, had a psychological shadow because of the powerful power of the ironclad ship and the giant god soldiers, and no longer thought about whether he could achieve victory if he had dealt with it well.

In short, the western part of the Falling Star Sea was briefly boiling for a while because of this small-scale war, and after the boiling, everyone was still living their own lives.

However, the effects of the event did not dissipate, and a little echo would always last for a long time, such as His Majesty Rann II of Cormier.

The signing of the alliance under the city in the sea of Simon was a bit of a last resort, but it was also regarded as a great shame by the young and proud king, and every morning when he woke up from his bed, he involuntarily thought of the mocking face of Pan Diesel in his mind, which made him want to split his brain with a sword and tear it to pieces.

Fortunately, he was not mad, knowing that if he did that, he would be the first to ruin his life, and he felt helpless with this hatred in his heart - although it was only a verbal agreement, but with the testimony of the Goddess of Magic's elect, this entente was indestructible, and the entente was secondary, and what made His Majesty feel powerless was that he could see the horror on the faces and hearts of those soldiers on the way back from the ruined Cormier navy.

This made King Rann II know that revenge by war was basically in vain, that his people had lost their fighting spirit, that the war with the Shadow had almost exhausted the country's vitality, and that the seemingly weak city of Simon had taught the country a new lesson - to tell them the fate of a two-sided war.

Still, a fiery hatred lingered in the heart of King Rann II.

"I must take revenge!"

He gritted his teeth and thought that the dignity left by the ancestors of the Cormier royal family had become disgraced on him, which made him feel even more heartburn and humiliation in addition to hatred.

"Revenge?" a voice lifted the gloom in His Majesty's heart: "What do you take revenge for? the dilemma army, the dignity of the king, or the three-legged cat sword technique that you can only use to slaughter the condemned prisoner?"

"Who?" the raised, sarcastic voice crept into Rann II's ears, causing him to stand up like a frightened tiger, and to look around nervously, not realizing where the sound came from.

Cold sweat soaked his shirt in an instant, this was the inner courtyard of the palace heavily guarded by Cormier, how could an intruder enter here silently? If it weren't for the fact that those two sentences were too real, he almost suspected that it was his own delusion.

"Why don't you look up like this?" As King Cormier looked around, the voice spoke again, and now he heard it clearly, the voice was soothing, but with two immature, childlike voices, he looked up, and saw a pair of almost completely gray eyes appear before his eyes, and his legs suddenly weakened under the fright of the kingdom, and he sat down on the ground, and rubbed back to the bed, and trembled and drew half of his sword, and looked at the owner of these eyes with a pale face.

This is a little boy hanging upside down in the air, but at the age of about ten years, the appearance of childish cuteness has been transformed into a bone-chilling gloom under the reflection of those eyes, and when he is stared at by these eyes, Rann II suddenly feels that the whole world has become abnormal.

The child's body was a black tattered robe that hung naturally, and the strange thing was that although it was upside down in the air, the soft robe did not fall, but still fluttered in the wind.

After a closer look, Rann II saw that these eyes had pupils with a look, not all of them were dead ashes, but the two black spots like specks looked even more terrifying.

"You're scared, you're nervous, it's completely unnecessary. The little boy standing upside down in the air raised a hand, of course, from the point of view of Rann II, it was hanging upside down in the air, pointing to his body, and soon, His Majesty felt weightless floating into the air, and the sword in his hand flew out of his hand, and at the same time heard the little boy's words: "Because you have no ability to resist at all, why waste your efforts in front of me?"

Rann II's face turned purple as if he was suffocating, and then he deeply understood that this guy who looked like a child was definitely a wizard with infinite terrifying powers.

Of course, as a law-blind, the king couldn't tell how strong a wizard was, but just by relying on his intuition after a hundred battles on the Yin Soul Battlefield, he knew that the wizard's mana in the shape of a young boy in front of him was amazingly high.

Now, with a pull of the child's hand, his eyes met the hollow gray eyeballs and speckled black scary pupils at a very close distance: "You really want power?"

King Cormier's purple face suddenly stiffened.

...... "Magic ...... Devil. ”

When there was no one in Cormier's deep court except for Rann II, the young prince shrank into a delicate silk quilt like a frightened and seriously ill person, and his hands held his sweaty head, trembling continuously.

The wide-eyed eyes on his pale face radiated infinite fear and fear, and now, the words left by the child-faced demon still echoed in his ears:

"I'll tell you what you should do at the right time, you just do it, you can get the power you want, of course, it doesn't matter if you don't do it, but it's probably the most spectacular drama in the history of Feren that you're going to miss, oh, you certainly haven't experienced a turbulent year at your age, if you compare the two scenes, it's really not easy to tell the difference, of course, the future is more worth looking forward to, I hope you can make a wise choice, I'm looking forward to it......"

Infinite darkness swirled around King Cormier's heart, and he knew that he had been bewitched by a demon.

But to his horror and sorrow, he agreed, without resistance.

He, King Cormier, His Majesty Rann II, was tempted by a devil and failed to control his confidence and sanity.

The feeling drove him mad and filled his heart with hatred.

Sorcerer.

"Powerful wizards are very troublesome creatures...... this is what the previous King Cormier said: "Yes, they are not human, they have otherworldly powers, but they are not bound by dogma or divine powers like priests, and they can only influence their own ideas, but they have enough power to destroy a city or a country, and even more so those legendary mages...... Of course, the same is true of warlocks, but wizards are different from them, the strength of wizards comes from thousands of tempered practice and study, and their spirit and mind have also become tenacious and full of wisdom in the process, but they are also extremely stubborn, on the contrary, some warlocks' minds are easily shaken and easier to deal with than wizards...... What is really scary are these stubborn and self-minded wizards who will not hesitate to do whatever they want in any way they see fit...... We can't surrender them, we can only respect them, and as a king, you have to learn to be patient......"

"Patience, damn wizard. "Rann II remembered once again the man who had tasted humiliation on the shores of Simon, who was also a powerful wizard.

At this moment, he tasted the helplessness of the previous king, for the leader of that group, the royal power of a country, it was really nothing.

"Sooner or later, you're all going to pay the price. Rann II's eyes flashed with blazing fire: "No matter what kind of conspiracy you want to engage in, if you want to use me, I will definitely let you know that the dignity of a king cannot be teased." ”

...... "Interesting, ant-like creatures, the so-called dignity is only built on commanding a group of ants. "On a hill a dozen miles from the palace, the lights could be faintly seen, but the people standing seemed to know what was happening in the depths of the palace.

The speaker was very tall, thin and thin, and his face could not be seen clearly under the shadow of the tree, but he could only see that he was not like a living person, and his voice was as dry and hoarse as that of a dead man.

"You were the same more than 200 years ago. The little boy standing with his hands on the side turned his head to look at the tall man, and his tone was flat.

"Drawing nourishment from ants is for transformation, not for honor and prestige, this person is not worth putting more thought into, his brainwashed dignity will make him stupid at a critical time, and he cannot be a good king without a good prime minister. ”

"That's exactly what we need. The boy let out a low laugh: "Let the hatred and suspicion in his heart drive him to act recklessly, and the effect is far greater than the control of magic." ”

"Kind of makes sense. The tall and thin man bowed slightly: "But the one in the south, what do you think?"

"He's a great tool, and I've done a lot of work with him. The little boy let out a string of laughter: "Cataclysm will be inevitable, I also want to see what it will be like when that day happens, and the ultimate power I expected will probably appear." ”

"Ultimate power?" the tall and thin man's tone was a little shocked, "So you're still awake?"

“...... Aren't you the same?" Helast Blackrobe glanced at the other party lightly: "But the so-called sobriety, I'm afraid it's also limited, I just found something I'm interested in, I have to say, Pendram's methodology is really interesting, what do you think?"

“...... Ultimate...... Strength?" Chewing on the word slowly, the man under the tree suddenly let out a string of hoarse laughter, two gray flames rose in the shadows, a breeze blew away a few branches above his head, and the bright moonlight shone on the hem of his robe, reflecting a bright red: "It is indeed unstoppable. ”

"Well, this is done here, and I believe that the unresponsive bitch believers will not have the power to return to heaven again. Helast Black-robed looked up at the sky and let out a series of happy laughs, but stopped abruptly at the happiest moment, and turned to the red-robed mage under the tree: "As for clearing a sufficiently flat field, I believe that the tool I have cultivated will help you very well, and with his current ability, it is enough to turn the entire Desperate Eastern Regions upside down." ”

"Tools? He's a good tool. The red-robed man stepped out from under the tree, revealing the withered paws of the hem of his robe: "I knew from the first time I saw him that the boy had a bright future. ”

(To be continued)