Wizard: I crush the legend with my martial arts

There was nothing Alphonse could do about the shock caused to Theon and Caiti.

Now so exhausted, Alphonse really couldn't fly by himself.

Besides, it’s not easy to fly with two people.

Except for the Shadow Earth Dragon, which can be used for transportation, almost all that can be summoned are the shadow creatures transformed from the undead wandering on the border of Fantalia.

Those are all consumables. They can't run as fast as Alphonse's own Qing Kung Fu, so it's better not to use them.

However, there is another big guy, and the problem is even more shocking than the Shadow Earth Dragon.

Alphonse jumped up and climbed onto the back of the Shadow Earth Dragon. With his thoughts, the Shadow Earth Dragon spread the spines on its back, leaving a space for him to lie down.

After all, the Shadow Earth Dragon is the condensed energy of death. Although it is like a solid body, it does not feel rough when lying down, as if it is lying on a tight ball of cotton wool.

Alphonse lay down comfortably and ordered again for the Shadow Dragon to follow Xion's Mechanical Chocobo.

Without giving orders in advance, the Shadow Dragon will not obey other people's orders.

After the arrangements were made, Alphonse gave an order to the magic sword Farbankus, "I'm going to sleep for a while. If anything happens, wake me up."

"Yes, Master!" Demon Sword agreed, obediently placing itself in the gap between the thorns.

"Let's go!" Alphonse greeted in a loud voice before closing his eyes.

Xion controlled the mechanical chocobo and galloped out. He was really embarrassed, but he had no choice but to think that Alphonse was far stronger than he thought.

Just the aura of the shadow dragon that Alphonse enslaved made him secretly frightened.

Little did he know that this shadow dragon had already been weakened once and was much weaker.

At this time, Xion had no choice but to take out the map from the space artifact and check the route back to the Red Forest Party's stronghold.

Although he was a bandit, he was only a poor commoner. He had never been to the border near Fantalia.

In legends, Fantalia is shrouded in a fog barrier that reaches into the sky, making it a forbidden place. In biographical stories, this border is a place that all races cannot approach.

But now, the barrier is gone, and a bunch of dark elves and half-demon race have come out.

Fortunately, they are people we can communicate with and are not as vicious as the legend says.

And their leader is quite easy to talk to.

Xion had discovered that the mechanical chocobo had reached its maximum speed, but the dark earth dragon following it caught up with it in just a few steps.

This speed seems to be too slow for it.

"Megumi, help me sense the situation ahead. Try to avoid densely populated areas. It doesn't matter if you go as far as possible." Xion said to the elf squatting by his ear.

Megumi, a member of the fairy clan, is not very powerful in combat and is only good at illusions. However, she has the ability to communicate with various natural creatures. Although she cannot control fierce monsters, she can get help from animals.

Being a scout is more than enough. They can rely on telepathy to share the vision and know the situation in advance of the movements in the distance.

This is also the skill that the goblins rely on for their survival.

"I have been under induction for a long time." Megumi agreed quietly, "Xion, do we really want to cooperate with such a terrifying half-demon? They are so terrifying!" The shadow giant followed closely behind. The aura emanating from the dragon made Megumi shiver uncontrollably.

"Is there any other way we can think of? At least they are not as scary as the legend says." Xion comforted him.

"Xion, tell me, can they really help me regain the throne?" Ka'iti asked worriedly.

Theon sighed softly, "It shouldn't be enough to rely on them alone. Although they are not weak, their numbers are too small. We can only unite all the forces that can be united to fight against Lorolit."

Facing great changes, Kaiti, a girl with a strong appearance, has regarded herself as her support.

This still made Xion a little happy.

Xion had fallen in love with her at first sight, so he was willing to believe her in everything, accept her solicitation, and follow her back to the palace to meet the king.

But I didn't expect such a thing to happen.

Thinking about the future, Xion felt as if his head was as big as a bucket. It was not that easy to help Kaedi regain the throne.

In his opinion, the best situation was to capture a few cities and fight against Lololit, who had subverted the royal power.

With his knowledge, he could only think so.

I just hope that the teacher can provide more suggestions and propose better practices.

"That adult doesn't look like a half-demon, nor does he look like a dark elf. He has no horns on his head, and his ears are not pointed. He looks more like a human being." Kaiti muttered.

"Maybe it's because he hasn't transformed yet. I've read in biographical novels that the half-demon has the ability to transform. Maybe when he reveals his true form, he will reveal his sharp horns and fangs. Maybe it also has bat-like wings," Theon guessed.

Kaedi fell silent. She had read many more travel novels than Theon. She always felt that it was not a good thing to win over the half-demon tribe and cooperate with them, but as Theon said, there was no other way.

At least, they are a formidable fighting force.

"Hey, hey! Don't secretly speak ill of my master!"

The voice of the magic sword Falbankus came from behind.

Alphonse wanted to sleep, but he didn't need to.

There was no one to talk to, and it felt bored.

Xion turned around, smiled awkwardly, and changed the subject, "I still don't know the name of this lord. Is he the leader of the half-demon tribe?"

I heard from Alphonse that Sharibel is the leader of the dark elves and the pope of the dark church. But Xion can see that all the dark elves and half-demon tribes are obeying Alphons's orders. His identity Definitely not low.

"My master's name? Then you must listen carefully. My master is the Northern Lord of the Bastian Kingdom, the King of Shadows, the Favorite of the God of Hades Oshoon, and the Saint of the Dark Church. The liberator of the half-demon race, Lord Alphonse Tartarus!" The Demon Sword was something Alphonse once mentioned in a casual conversation. He was just the lord of the Cold Wind Territory on the northern border of the Bastian Kingdom, a small Just a little baron.

Alphonse's strength at this time is not as good as that of its former master, the King of Turmoil, but with the blessing of Hades and being so young, his future is limitless.

Humans are a race that is good at creating miracles. Among all races, only the underground dwarfs are closer to death than humans. However, the talents of humans are not comparable to the underground dwarfs. Their life span is only a few decades, but the emergence of this race There are countless strong people, and there are also many people who have been promoted to legends.

How could the master of Mr. Farbankus be an ordinary person!
The magic sword naturally blew up. (End of chapter)