Five Hundred and Twenty-One Four Faces Besieged

Having been waiting for a day at the reception desk of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the elf queen who felt that her trip must not be going well, put the coffee cup she was carrying on the table gently, with a smile on her face.

She looked at the minister Falai standing in front of her, and said softly: "A little guy with a strong smell is here. If I put it in other places, I might not be able to find him. But in Serris, this pollution is more serious than Where the magic breath is still strong, his magic is too conspicuous."

"Although he has been carefully hiding his magic fluctuations, he is too weak. I found him without much effort." The queen stood up while speaking, rubbing her head with her beautiful hands. The hood at the back covered the top of his head, covering his mouth-watering pointed ears.

"Let's go! Go help... Even if you don't make a move, it's good to watch the excitement." After she finished speaking, she went straight to the door. Farley didn't speak, nodded slightly, and followed behind the Queen.

At the same time, on the runway of Serris International Airport, on another Boeing 747 passenger plane from Greentown, an old man who closed his eyes and meditated opened his eyes.

He looked at his companion who was already standing next to his seat, covering his face with the hood of his magic robe, and took his wand from his hand.

In other positions, those old men who also closed their eyes and meditated stood up. They were all wearing Grecon's magic robes with Grecon's magician logo embroidered on them.

"Okay, now that we know that the old friend is coming, the rest will be easy." The old man at the head stood up, leaning on his magic staff, and suddenly became astonishing: "Let's go! Let him mess around!"

Following his voice, all the old people who stood up nodded slightly, and said softly: "We will definitely do our best to bring Grand Magister Travish to justice."

The old man in the lead also nodded slightly, turned around and walked towards the opened plane door. He wanted to stop his old friend, the friend who had known him for thousands of years and who used to talk about everything.

He is Lonsard Lai, the Grand Magister of Grekon! After the magical atmosphere in this world has been raised to a new level, he has been promoted to a higher level and has become the most powerful magician of mankind.

Because of the precious information sent by Grecon's eyeliner in the puppet empire, it was confirmed that the great magister Travish had left Burkeland, so he also brought Grecon's most elite magician team to Serbia. Reese.

This is where Travish is most likely to come, and this is the only place Travish can go right now.

So, here he is, and he wants to make a break with his old friend here, or in other words, help Alan Hill keep Serris' face.

For him, this is an attitude. As for whether or not Alan Hill needs to accept this kind of favor, it is another matter.

Because, after he was promoted to become an existence similar to the Dharma Saint, he also felt that another breath became stronger in Alan Hill.

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In the palace of Alan Hill, a pair of beautiful and picturesque eyes that had been closed all the time suddenly opened. The jewel-like bright pupils adapted to the intensity of the light, and the long eyelashes trembled slightly, making people want to go up and kiss .

Vivian, who was lying on the bed meditating, sat up and stretched her arms. The magic in her body is no longer surging, and she looks much more peaceful than before.

She has passed the dangerous period of promotion, and now she is a complete body, surpassing the terrifying existence of the great magister.

Some people are just so unfair, their talents are stronger than others' hard work Vivienne is such a magical genius, otherwise she wouldn't have advanced to Zhuyan at such a young age.

Now, it took her less time than her predecessor, Longsardlai, to be promoted to become a saint, which is not too surprising when you think about it carefully.

"I just felt another Dharma Saint using magic in a very close place!" Vivienne waved to the maid beside her, and said, "Notify Your Majesty immediately, and let the civilians take refuge!"

"Yes! Your Royal Highness!" The maid was also a high-level magician. After hearing the order, her expression was solemn, she immediately walked aside, grabbed a phone, and conveyed Vivienne's order.

Almost at the same moment, at almost the same second when Vivienne gave the order to put the city into a state of emergency, Travish, who had also been promoted to become a saint, stood in the middle of the bustling street, looking up at the huge The advertising plaque, I was in a daze and didn't know what I was thinking.

He had never seen such a bustling city, and even the Burkeland he created was not as good as the city in front of him.

Not even one in a thousand! Compared to this city called Serris, that Bulkeland, once known as the pearl of magic, is as pitiful as a small village in the countryside in front of this city.

The tall buildings here soar into the sky, and the streets here are spacious and flat. This place is not like Centipede City, where everything has to be compromised for being able to move. There is no need to relocate here, and no one seems to be able to threaten it.

From the very beginning, it seems that this place has not developed in the direction of any defensive fortress. Everything here is so fixed, and everything here is so trendy.

People on the street are holding mobile phones, and cars are speeding in the middle of the road. People's clothes are very expensive, and their temperament is completely different from those poor civilians.

The people here seem to be born with a sense of pride that makes people look up, and they all have the temperament of looking down at the feet of the emperor.

What makes him depressed is that the people of the puppet empire also have this kind of temperament, but in just two years, this feeling cultivated by tens of millions of years has been squeezed to nothing.

He really wanted to break everything in front of him, because it was as sharp as a knife to him, piercing his heart and leaving his self-esteem completely shattered.

He felt his faith crumbling, everything he believed in, everything he had fought for was crumbling.

This feeling is really bad. As an old man who is already thousands of years old, he has lived a long, long life. He has accumulated so many things that he is proud of and firmly believes in.

Now that these things have dissipated, the blow to him is more difficult for him to accept than the enemy's frontal victory.

"Why... why... such a terrible change happened here? Why? Why didn't it come sooner?" He murmured, reaching out to touch the things in front of him, but he felt a biting pain coming from inside his body .

"I shouldn't have come here." He withdrew the arm he wanted to raise, and resentfully gave up his original idea.

At this moment, he remembered his purpose of coming here and what he was going to do. He wants to kill the Quartet here and destroy the city in front of him.

He wants to get back his own dignity and everything a magician has! For himself, and for all magicians in this world.

For the magic empire, for the magic forces, and for himself to win back his breath, this is his only thought standing here now. As for the infamy behind him, as for the sins of the devil, it has nothing to do with him.

What he has to do is to destroy the entire city of Siris alone, then die here, and then engrave his name into history, whether it is a bad name or a good name, in short, there must be such a name.

However, when he withdrew his eyes from the bustling lights and dazzling colors, and came back to his senses, he found two people in black robes standing in front of him.

The opponent's aura was not very strong, but Travish still felt a little threat from the opponent.

He frowned, and smiled wryly: "Careless, careless! You guys still found it! But...is it too childish to send out two god puppets to stop me?"

The two men in black robes raised their heads, and the sun shone into the hoods on the cloaks, revealing two smiling faces with masks.

One of the puppets spoke with a hoarse voice: "Welcome to Serris City! But...we are not some society puppets, we are super god puppets... t800!"

Another puppet stretched out its hand, revealing an arm made of steel, with a precise magic inscription engraved on it: "And... who said that we are... two?"

While he was speaking, two more figures in black robes descended, and four god puppet avatars of Chris stood in front of Travish.

"Four? I don't care about four more!" Travish sneered, stepped back slightly, and made a posture ready to fight.

However, on the left hand side of his side, there were actually four super god puppets standing in their positions. These puppets are all clones of Chris' puppets, and each one's combat power is more than ten times higher than that of ordinary god puppets.

"..." Travish, whose face was getting darker and gloomy, stretched out his hands, and two terrifying magic circles lit up in his palms.

At the same time, on the other side of him, Longsardley stopped his advancing steps and began to persuade: "Travish... give up!"

Travish laughed loudly, tilted his head and glanced at his old friend, and said with a smile: "You are here too, and you have also been promoted to become a saint? Well, that's great! I'll look for it everywhere It's better to solve it together!"

"Then you'd better get rid of me together." Behind him, a cold but imaginative female voice sounded, although it was not high-pitched, it made Travish's hair stand on end.

He turned around suddenly, and saw the Elf Queen standing there, with her elite guard behind her...