Chapter 436: More Powerful Ancient Magic, the Prince's Last Respect (1/2)

Chapter 436: More powerful ancient magic, the prince's final dignity

Caspian stared at the murals on the wall in a daze, he wondered if he had done something wrong.

The kings of ancient Narnia were not as great as the legend said, they could not help him regain the throne, nor could they save Narnia.

"Are you confused?" Aaron teased.

"No."

"Forget it! Your worries are written on your face and you still say no."

Caspian's expression froze, "Don't teach me like an elder, I'm older than you."

"Compared to me, age is the only thing you can show off." Aaron smiled and then looked at the wall. Two men and two women stood in front of the throne. Narnia was thriving under their governance.

"You blew the horn and found four helpers for yourself, hoping that they would help you through the difficulties.

When people are not confident, they always put their hopes on others. I understand this very well, but it is also common for others to be unreliable. At this time, you have to..."

Aaron's voice stopped abruptly halfway through his speech, and he lay straight on the ground.

"What are you doing?" Caspian looked at Nikaburi in doubt and asked.

"He's fine, I just let him sleep." Nikabri patted the scabbard in his hand, "That's how he knocked me out that night."

"Why do you do this?"

"For you, Your Highness." Nikabri smiled meaningfully, "Your king and queen have failed us, your army has been severely damaged, and the rest are doomed."

"What do you mean? Congratulations?"

Nikabri looked straight into his eyes, with a hint of temptation in his voice, "You want to kill your uncle for revenge, and so do we.

You want to take back the throne, and we can help you too."

"What do you mean?" Caspian frowned slightly. The 'we' Nikabri said should have nothing to do with the Narnians.

"You will know." Nikabri then walked deeper into the bunker. Caspian hesitated for a moment and followed him.

After the two left, Aaron, who was lying on the ground, quietly opened his eyes.

"Hiss!" Aaron touched the back of his head, "It hurts quite a bit, that bastard definitely wants to kill me."

He noticed when Nikaburi came, but he pretended not to know, and took advantage of the situation to get hit by a club just to find out his purpose.

That is, the medicine prepared by the ancestors and the transformation of the dragon-killing magic crystal made his physique far superior to that of ordinary people. Unless Nikaburi used an iron rod instead of a scabbard, he really couldn't knock him out.

"No, I still have to find a way to improve my physical strength." Aaron thought secretly.

As a mage, or even as a human, his physical fitness is already very abnormal, but it is not enough.

The dwarf's scabbard can make him feel a little pain, so if he changes to a more powerful weapon, he will definitely be bleeding!

Nikaburi took Caspian to the deepest hall, and neither of them noticed Aaron following them.

"You have tried the ancient magic, but failed.

But there is a more powerful magic, even Aslan has been suppressed by it for hundreds of years." Nikaburi said.

As the voice fell, a strange roar came from the shadows in the hall, just listening to it made people's scalps numb.

Caspian immediately drew his sword, "Who is there?"

Two figures in black robes slowly walked out of the darkness, one tall and the other thin.

They walked slowly towards Caspian, and the firelight illuminated their faces. The tall one was a ferocious wolf, and the thin one was a gloomy vulture.

"I am hungry, I am thirsty, I won't starve to death even if I don't eat for hundreds of years, I won't freeze to death even if I lie on the ice for hundreds of days, I can drink the blood of a river, but it won't quench my thirst." The wolf roared and took off his hood, revealing a hideous face, "Speak, speak, who is your enemy."

Caspian was startled and immediately pointed his sword at him.

"We hate what you hate, too. No one hates more than us." The vulture witch said in a long tone.

Caspian thought for a moment, "Can you really kill Miraz?"

"It's a piece of cake." The vulture witch bent down and said.

Hearing this, Caspian was silent for a moment and put away his sword.

The magic horn couldn't help him, so he changed to a more advanced magic.

"Let's draw a circle." The vulture witch said, and her black claws crossed the ground and drew a circle around Caspian.

As she drew the circle, she chanted an ancient spell.

After the circle was drawn, she took out a silver-white staff shaped like a short spear and stabbed it hard into the ground.

Crack! Crack!

A cold white air came out of the staff, and the ice quickly covered the ground and spread forward.

The ice connected the two stone pillars together, forming a tall and thick ice wall. A white figure emerged in the ice wall, and it became clearer and clearer.

Nikaburi, the wolf, and the witch all smiled slightly when they saw this scene.

Soon, a white-haired witch in a white dress appeared in the ice wall. Her eyes were cold and she looked indifferent to all living things.

Gollum!

Aaron, who was watching all this at the door, couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

This witch gave him a great sense of oppression, which was almost as bad as Voldemort.

He had never seen this person, but Narnia was full of her legends, the White Witch who had ruled Narnia for hundreds of years.

"My goodness, can the villain live so well?" Aaron secretly complained. Maybe the White Witch did die hundreds of years ago, but she was not dead.

Her servants could use special methods to resurrect her, and then Narnia would be covered with ice and snow again.

"Wait." Caspian seemed to think of who this woman was, his face changed drastically, and he stepped back subconsciously, "This is not what I want."

The wolf immediately controlled him and pointed his left hand at the White Witch.

"Just one drop of Adam's blood will give me my freedom." The White Witch tempted, "I will obey you, my king."

"No."

Caspian struggled violently, but was suppressed by the wolf.

The Vulture Witch slashed his palm with a dagger, and red blood flowed out.

The White Witch smiled and stretched out her right hand eagerly.

The white fingers passed through the ice wall and were exposed to the air, and Caspian seemed to feel something, his eyes were blurred, and his resistance was much lighter.

"Can't wait."

Aaron thought anxiously, he couldn't beat a wizard who was suspected to be a holy wizard.

Bang!

A golden bullet hit the White Witch's hand.

The sound of ice crystals breaking sounded, followed by a scream of pain.

The White Witch's right hand did not bleed, but some cracks appeared, but these cracks quickly recovered.

"Magic." The White Witch said subconsciously.

The wolf, the vulture and Nikaburi also noticed Aaron who had broken in.

"You, what's wrong with you?" Nikaburi said nervously, "Didn't I knock you out?"

"Just you?" Aaron said disdainfully, "You underestimate me too much! If I hadn't volunteered, you wouldn't have been able to get close to me."

The wolf and the witch roared and rushed over. At this point in the ritual, no one was allowed to interrupt.

"You don't know what you mean."

Aaron sneered and fired two shots in a row.

The witch was shot in the head, and black blood splashed everywhere, but the wolf avoided the fatal blow with the instinct of the beast.

"Leave him to me." The wolf growled at Nikaburi, "You quickly release the queen."

Nikaburi immediately grabbed Caspian, trying to push him at the last moment.

"Don't even think about it."

Aaron aimed immediately, but the wolf rushed over to stop him before he pulled the trigger.

Awooo!

The wolf howled in a low voice and fought with Aaron at close range, not giving him a chance to shoot.

His arm slashed down quickly, and the dark and cold claws pierced Aaron's chest.

Aaron raised his eyebrows slightly, dodged the claw sideways, and then stretched out his left hand like lightning and punched the wolf's chin.

Bang!

The wolf flew backwards, and several sharp teeth fell to the ground.

"You could have died quickly, why did you have to suffer some physical pain!"

Aaron shook his head slowly, and then shot the wolf in the middle of his eyebrows.

At this moment, Nikaburi had just run into the circle, and half of the White Witch's right arm had stretched out of the ice wall, only a few steps away from the blood on Caspian's left hand.

"Don't move." Aaron shouted loudly, pointing the muzzle of the gun at Nikaburi, "Don't move if you don't want to die."

"How many bullets do you have left?" Nikaburi asked with a sneer.

Aaron was stunned for a moment. There were still four bullets left in the revolver last night.

He used one bullet to injure the White Witch's right hand, one bullet to headshot the Vulture Witch, one bullet that the Wolf dodged, and the last bullet killed the Wolf.

The four bullets were just used up. Now the gun is a fine work of art.

"Fuck!"

"Don't stop me if you have figured it out. We need the Queen's power." Nikaburi said confidently, and continued to pull the confused Caspian closer to the White Witch.

"Stop."

At this time, Peter, Edmund, Susan, Lucy and Trimble came rushing in.

"Don't come over here." Nikabri immediately put the sword on Caspian's neck, "Come over here and I'll kill him."

"Do you know what you are doing?" Trimble looked at the ice wall and felt extremely heartbroken. He never expected that this old friend would do such a thing. "Nikaburi, once the White Witch is resurrected..."

"That would be much better than the rule of the Tanmores." Nikabri interrupted, "Hundreds of years ago, when Narnia was covered with ice and snow, at least we would not be trapped in the forest and linger.

What's more, the forest is about to disappear. If we don't rescue the queen, we will have no way out."

"Nikaburi, put down your sword first." Susan persuaded, "This won't solve any problems, on the contrary it will make the situation worse."

"No! This is all your fault, you have betrayed our trust." Nikaburi shouted loudly, "If we continue to follow you, Narnia will definitely fall into destruction, and the queen has the ability to change all this."

The White Witch raised her lips slightly, "You can't fight alone, you need my help."

"Do you think we will believe you?" Edmund sneered and tightened his sword, "I still remember how you tricked me, and after tricking me into the castle, you locked me in a cold cell and threatened me with death at every turn.

In short, I don't believe a word you say."

"It's different this time." The White Witch smiled, "Adam's blood can bring me freedom, but it is also a complicated contract.

I can't hurt the human who freed me, and I have to serve him.

Once I violate it, I will be sealed again."

"Serve?" Aaron said meaningfully, and then Pointing at Caspian with lifeless eyes, "Like him? Become your puppet?

Cannot harm, but can control thoughts. Does the White Witch want to experience the joy of ruling from behind the scenes?"

The White Witch's expression froze, but quickly converged, "Of course not, this is just a side effect of the ritual."

"But you can do this." Aaron spread his hands, "You can't fool me. No one can find loopholes in the contract better than Gaius.

Even if you wholeheartedly submit to the person who released you, how long can humans live?

When he dies, Narnia is still yours to decide."

Being pointed out by Aaron, the White Witch simply stopped pretending, "I do think so, but how to do it depends on what kind of person released me.

Prince Caspian is an excellent leader. Even if I can influence him subtly, some of his essence is difficult to change.

When he was alive, I could only lead Narnia to prosperity according to his ideas, and at most I could only extend the winter time a little longer."

"What about after he died?" Peter asked seriously.

"Winter will naturally overshadow summer." The White Witch said easily, "But as Nikaburi said, my rule is at least countless times stronger than that of the Tanmores.

I don't need to remind you which one to choose, the current catastrophe or decades of affluent life and a more relaxed rule afterwards!"

Peter and Susan hesitated for a moment, but they couldn't deny that the White Witch's words made sense.

Lucy and Edmund looked grim. One of them was a die-hard supporter of Aslan, and the other had been cheated by the White Witch. They all knew that cooperating with her was like courting disaster.

"We absolutely cannot trust her." Lucy said, "Aslan is the patron saint of Narnia."

"Of course I know I can't trust her." Peter smiled helplessly, "But Aslan hasn't appeared yet. It's better to linger than to die.

We must solve the current crisis first, then we are qualified to talk about the future."

"Peter." Susan struggled for a while, and said in a deep voice: "Just listen to them this time. Compared with the White Witch, the Tanmores are just a small trouble."

"Pretentious!" Aaron curled his lips and walked towards Nikabri.

"Don't come over, I'll kill him if you come over." Nikabri yelled.

"Let go of Caspian, you can't make the same mistake again."

"Shut up, Trimble.

Your king and queen can't save Narnia, but you can't stop me from saving myself!"

The quarrel between the two dwarves did not stop Aaron, and every step was like a heavy hammer hitting Nikabri's heart.

"You, aren't you afraid that I will kill him?"

"Go ahead!" Aaron said nonchalantly, "Since we have known each other for a long time, I suggest you kill Caspian with a sword, so that he will die more easily.

But be careful with the force of the sword, don't chop off his head. After all, he is a prince of a country, and leaving his body intact is the last bit of dignity."

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