Ninety-Five Truths

"If I'm not mistaken, you are the missing Archmage of Franzberg, right?" Standing at an ordinary distance he thought was appropriate, Diderick pressed his sword and looked at Franzberg. Greg asked coldly.

"It's me." Frenzberg nodded and admitted with a smile: "It's really not an easy thing to meet the Great Knight Commander of the Holy Demon Empire here."

"Can you tell me, a great magician, why did he willingly degenerate, give up climbing the road to the top, and go to the realm of forbidden magic to be in the company of mortals?" Diederick stared at Frenzberg and asked.

"Self-falling? Ah, what an interesting word." Frenzberg laughed at himself, and then replied, "My child, I don't think I'm falling for myself, I think I'm using another A more effective way to climb to the top."

Didric froze for a moment, then thought he heard a very funny explanation. He didn't feel that Frenzberg was answering his question, he felt that the other party was playing him as a fool.

So he angrily took a step forward with the long sword: "You mean that you gave up the most noble position, gave up the lofty magic tower, and came to the kingdom of mortals, in a place where there is no magic atmosphere. Climbing the pinnacle of magic in a more efficient way?"

"Yeah! What's wrong?" The smile on Frenzberg's face widened: "I'm here because there's something I'm interested in, and people I'm interested in, so to speak, I'm closer than ever to those unreachable truths, a feeling I've never imagined before."

He didn't wait for Didric to speak, and continued: "To be honest, there is no magical atmosphere here, which is really disturbing, but I think the price paid is worth it."

"Those...the weapons that shot down the Dragon Knight were produced with your help, right?" Didric couldn't help but asked what he was most interested in: "You are helping mortals! Right? "

"No no no! On the contrary! Mr. Great Knight Commander! Mortals are helping me." Frenzberg said solemnly: "In the field of knowledge, mortals' imagination and creativity are stronger than I thought. .Maybe they don't understand magic, but they are creating an order and realm comparable to magic!"

"That's why I'm standing here! Because what they're building is something completely new and totally different from magic!" Frenzberg reached out and made a grabbing motion: "You can imagine , the way we have been looking for, beyond, is in these mortal worlds!"

"What nonsense! You were just bewitched by a swarm of ants! You even tried to learn how to defeat the dragon from the ants!" Diderick still didn't believe what Frenzberg said. He thought what the other party said was a fantasy. He simply didn't want to believe what he had just experienced.

Pointing to a giant dragon crawling on the ground in the distance, Franzberg argued with a smile: "Those giant dragons are now digested by ants, right?"

"You are provoking a dragon knight! Great magician!" With the long sword drawn from his waist, Didric's anger has spread. His armor was surrounded by a scorching flame, and the air around him began to twist.

Frenzberg didn't do anything, he didn't even waste the magical coldness in his body, he just stood there so relaxed, as if standing in front of him was not a dangerous dragon knight, but a three-year-old urchin Same.

But the mortals beside him were different. These people raised the revolvers in their hands and pointed their black muzzles at Didric and Ildo on the side. As if facing a great enemy, there is no meaning to relax at all.

Ildo spread his hands, made a move that didn't care about his business, and then slowly backed away to the side, the exact opposite of him,

Didric suddenly strode forward, the flames on his body converging on his empty left hand, looking even more dangerous.

"Bah! Bah!" Behind Frenzberg, the soldiers of the Guards did not hesitate to shoot at Diderik in a series of shots. The bullet whizzed past Frenzberg's side and rushed directly to the opposite target.

Deederic swung his sword and was lucky enough to block a bullet that was flying towards him. Sparks splattered from the bright, enchanted sword, and a force so great that he could barely hold the hilt came from his hand.

More bullets went past his longsword and hit his armor directly. Because of the blessing of magic defense, Didric was not immediately beaten into a sieve. But the huge impact was still transmitted to his body, forcing him to stop and stagger back.

This is how the same thing? Why is the most dangerous great magician already defeated before he starts? With such a thought popping up in his mind, Didric fell to the ground before he could stand firm.

He touched his waist with his hand and found that blood had seeped out of the gap in the armor. The blood is still filled with a faint blue light, which looks really attractive.

After dispersing the fireball in his hand and holding his body with his hands, Didric felt that his life was passing. He stared at Frenzberg unwillingly, and shouted loudly: "The Holy Devil Empire will definitely deal with you, a traitor..."

"Bah!" There was another round of intensive shooting on the opposite side, and this time the bullets hit Didric's body firmly. A bullet hit him right in the forehead, leaving a hole the size of a little finger there.

"Why don't you listen to me, it's a pity." Frenzberg walked towards Didric's body in a lonely way, sighing a little regretfully as he walked. When he was halfway there, he looked at Ildo who was standing by the side with his hands spread out, with a curious expression on his face.

"Young man, it seems that you should fight side by side with your great knight commander, why are you backing down?" Standing next to Didric's body, Franzberg asked with interest.

"Me? I don't know either. I can't tell. I just think there is some truth to what you said." Ildo watched as Frenzberg turned out the magic supplements on Didric and stuffed them in. Pocket, replied incredulously.

"Oh? Then tell me, what's the point of what I said?" Frenzberg was also interested, and instead of leaving immediately, he continued to ask.

"If these mortal weapons can shoot down the dragon knights of our Holy Demon Empire, then, is it possible that these weapons can also shoot down... The Eternal Empire..." Ildo stared at Frenzberg, as if hoping The other party saw the answer in the affirmative.

Frenzberg laughed, seriously for the first time, pointed to his head and exclaimed: "Good question! Boy! Good question! You are much smarter than this stupid guy! At least you are Bring your brain!"

"Aren't you afraid that we will send more soldiers to attack the forbidden area? If the Holy Demon Empire uses its real power, Alan Hill will become hell overnight." Ildo felt that he was doing a Choice, a very difficult choice.

"Ninety percent of the Holy Demon Empire's combat power lies in the magical barrier to the west! This is the biggest secret that the Holy Demon Empire has always kept hidden from mortals. Of course, it's not anymore." Frenzberg pointed to Himself: "I said everything! This is Alan Hill's biggest trump card for daring to fight against the Holy Demon Empire!"

"...You actually said all this! That's the truth of this world! You actually told mortals such an important thing?" Ildo looked at Frenzberg in shock.

"Have you ever thought about it? What if the truth is not in the west, but in the east?" Franzberg was silent for two seconds, and took out a small metal cylinder from his large robe.

"What is this?" Ildo asked subconsciously, having never seen such a round and smooth metal cylinder.

"A standard bearing wrapped in magic! It can work for ten years without wear and tear!" Frenzberg explained: "The combination of mortal technology and magic, the first product of Alan Hill's magic industry! "

Ildo looked like I didn't understand what you said, shrugged his shoulders, walked to Frenzberg's side, and grabbed Didric's body: "I don't know what you're talking about, but Our war is not over yet...wait for the wrath of the Holy Demon Empire's vengeance."

"Oh, I almost forgot if you didn't say it." Frenzberg patted his forehead lightly and said, "Please go back to the Holy Demon Empire now and tell the highest consul in the east, Joseph Bakarov, before the full-scale war, I have something to discuss with him!"

"So discussed?" Looking at Didric's corpse lying at his feet, Ildo asked with a sneer.

"What I can guarantee is that if he doesn't do something, we will never do anything that is detrimental to honor and that goes against diplomatic ethics." Frenzberg stretched out his hand and made a begging gesture.

"..." Glancing at Frenzberg, after holding on for a few seconds, Ildo felt that what he encountered today was really a ghost. He angrily took out his magic supplement and slapped it in the hands of the robber Frenzberg: "Is this what you call diplomatic ethics?"

"No!" Frenzberg shoved the magic supplement into his robe with satisfaction, and denied it of course: "This is just our friendship, and has nothing to do with diplomacy."

After he finished speaking, he paused, and then stopped Ildo, who was dragging the corpse into the distance: "Don't attack any mortal village! Otherwise, I will break your neck myself."