People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

Spain, San Sebastian.

There are also a large number of magicians gathered on the coastline at this time.

They were gathered near the Spanish-French border.

They set up crosses on the coastline to defend against possible British troops.

They know very well that they are not Britain's opponents in a head-on confrontation, but they don't really need to compete head-on with Britain.

Like France, Spain is also a general country under the Roman Orthodox Church.The kidnapping of the third princess was largely a plan of the Roman Orthodox Church.

And the magicians on the coastline gathered together in twos and threes. They were not on standby 24 hours a day like the knights of the knights.

They are close to the border of France, and they know very well that Britain will not rush over. After all, if they do it rashly, France will definitely step in, and the whole of Britain will be in an embarrassing situation where everyone will target them.

"Ok?"

Suppressing sleepiness, the squinting magician felt as if there was something on the sea level in the distance.

Just when he was still wondering why there were ships approaching here in the middle of the night, he suddenly thought of a possibility.

The British army is coming?

Although he knew it was impossible, the magician's drowsiness had disappeared.

He sounded the alarm, and all the magicians were on alert.The crosses scattered along the coastline began to move, and the cross with St. Jacob at its core was aimed at the sea.

"There are magicians approaching! But there are only two of them."

Looking at the shouting companions, although the magician who was the commander in front was a little confused about what the British were doing, he still gave the bombing order.

After all, no matter how many people come from the other party, what they have to do will not change.

On the surface of the sea, two mercenaries who were gliding quickly on the sea began to approach the coastline. From a distance, the two could already see the cross erected by the other on the beach.

"It is the coat of arms of St. Jacob."

"Ah."

Neither of the two mercenaries was mediocre. Although they couldn't accurately judge the details, the two mercenaries were not worried about the large-scale bombing of the army's coat of arms.

Orange, red.Bright flashes fell from the sky.

The surface of the sea in the middle of the night was illuminated, and the figures of the two mercenaries could be clearly seen on the surface of the sea.

"Then let's start the boring crossword puzzles - every word and count is a game, every song and every horizontal line add mystery, and the unpredictable changes lie in the form and meaning."

Compared to the previous solemn and devout chanting of Bible stories, the incantation spoken by the mercenary named Sigurd is more like a melodious nursery rhyme.

The seemingly simple lyrics are exquisite in words and sentences, with a unique sense of traditional profundity and historical heaviness.

And what is synchronized with the nursery rhyme spell is that it is like a dance, the movement of gliding on the sea surface alternates between left and right, orange sparks cut through the sea surface, and four colors of light bloom in it.

The staff of fire, the cup of water, the dish of earth, and the sword of wind.

Four-color symbolic weapons appeared out of thin air, floating around the mercenary.

Under the posture of a short track speed skater, the black windbreaker was left behind like a shooting star.

When Sigurd began preparations for the surgery, William Orwell fell into the water as if he had lost his support.

The mercenary named William disappeared directly under the sea.

"The emperor star guarded by the 'Pharmaceutical of God (Raphael)' is now going to shake your figure. Even though there are many confusing names, all the nebulae belong to the same root."

The chant continued like a song, and the blue cup of water floated in front of the mercenary.

The red staff of fire is located on the right, and based on itself, the magic circle is deployed to escort the entire operation.

The yellow wind sword was spinning at the forefront, breaking through the huge wall-like waves formed by the enemy's spells.

The green earth disk flipped sideways and turned into a green sphere under high-speed rotation, constantly surrounding the mercenary.

"From the surface of the four worlds to the border of the world, all the elements are in my palm, and they cannot be separated no matter what. Only a wise man can see clearly."

Undoubtedly completely different, the "singing voice" with a faint smile echoed on the empty sea level.

This is a completely different style from the serious, dignified "golden" magicians of the past.

"Taphthartharath, the spirit of Mercury, leave your orbit and come down to my planet."

In short, the mercenary was summoning the Spirit of Mercury in a completely different style than usual, like a completely different person.

The chanting is over, and the Protoss magic is complete.

But in fact, there is no real shape.

The Spanish magicians in the distance didn't know what was about to happen. They waited with cruel smiles, and the two magicians who were attacking were shattered based on St. Jacob's "Skyfire Spell".

However, at this moment, an abnormal change disturbed their cognition.

The orange and red meteors suddenly deflected laterally, as if attracted by gravity from an unknown source, and inexplicably converged towards a point in mid-air.

And at this moment, someone finally realized what the enemy attacking from the sea had done.

However, it was too late.

It was just a huge energy body that was gradually falling apart due to its own weight, and fell towards the magicians of the Spanish Star Sect fortified on the coastline while self-destructing.

The saint's cross on the coastline instantly collapsed, and it was erected to prevent the knockdown rune of the "Knight Faction" large-scale aerial spiritual outfit from being directly blasted.

The power of incalculable destructive power and overall capacity used a very pure and primitive violence to press against a group of Spanish magicians who were in a hurry to defend themselves.

A few seconds later, the attack was fully launched, and the bombardment of the protoss that covered the sky made the magician who was trying to escape despair.

But the mages who built defensive spells on the spot gritted their teeth and tried to resist the thick energy cluster that was suffocating just by looking at it.

The moment of explosion.

Just like the moment the lightning strike arrived, a certain image that kept reappearing was imprinted in the minds of all magicians.

The body of the first companion was instantly shattered, and the barrier that was strong enough to resist missile bombing was shattered into pieces in just an instant.

The patron saint spell based on Christianity itself is meaningless.

The ancient mysteries originating from the "Dark Continent" of Africa do nothing.

The knight who originated from the British Round Table was smashed to pieces along with the elf itself by the spell of the elf's protection of the knight.

Enchantments, talismans, scabbards, spells, totems, shields, necklaces, crosses, shrouds...

There are endless magical props and means that can be thought of, but they are meaningless.

Christianity is useless, the story of the Round Table is meaningless, and the mysterious incantations of the Dark Continent have no effect at all.

Spanish magicians are constantly adjusting and trying more self-protection methods in desperation, but the total amount of the bombing technique alone is enough to distort the magic power of the leylines. The more they resist, the more magicians left in the Spanish Star Sect of despair.

At this moment, the magic associations throughout Europe felt the flow of magic power that shocked them.

It was an invisible shock that violently distorted and changed the veins of the entire plate.

Chapter 12: The Queen's Summoning and the Queen's Daughters

Without any extra resistance, William Orwell, who sneaked into the border along the river, rescued the third princess very smoothly.

Compared with the rescue of the third princess, the whole of Spain and even the surrounding France have entered a state of combat readiness.

And the reason is very simple.

If you detect a protoss bombardment capable of distorting the leylines, and the detonation point is near your own border, can you pretend that you didn't see it?

Especially in France, where some two mercenaries have made all kinds of troubles, and suddenly found that those two monsters have come to their borders again, which is a sign of mercenary ptsd.

Of course, their vigilance was meaningless.

After ensuring that the third princess was rescued, the two attacking mercenaries returned to England very simply.

Windsor Castle, as a private villa for members of the royal family, is also the largest inhabited castle in the world today.

Unlike Buckingham Palace, whose defenses have been dismantled, this seemingly old castle is an out-and-out magical fortress.

The third princess lowered her head and followed the knight leader and mercenaries.

In front of the main entrance, the Knight Leader turned the handle.

But before the door opened, voices came from the crack of the door.

"Ugh...dresses or something is really troublesome, can't you wear jeans..."

The movement of the Knight Leader suddenly stopped.

Then he said to Sigurd and the third princess.

"Just a moment please......"

Then he let go of the doorknob and squeezed in through the crack of the door.

"Oh!? You guys don't even knock when you come in!!"

"I have something to say before I apologize...Is there any idiot who still wears jeans on this occasion!!"

"Yeah, the leader of the Knights is the first to arrive!!! You will be the lead singer for today's party!!!"

"Any order of entry is fine!! Please act like a queen!! No one wants to see your unexpected side, don't come out with an electric guitar suddenly!! Also, what's the lead singer's situation? Not tonight A party to celebrate the safe return of His Royal Highness Villian?"

"Oh? As a royal party, how can there be no heavy metal band?"

"If you have talent, you can't do it!!!"

There was a clanging sound from inside. The third princess and Sigurd actually knew what happened, but they looked out to the garden in tacit understanding.

"Well, may I ask..."

"William doesn't like such occasions. If you want to see him, there will probably be a chance in the future."

The blond girl in the green dress nodded and didn't say anything more.

Not long after, the leader of the Knights poked his head out from the crack of the door and invited the two of them in with a helpless expression.

In the reception hall at this time was Eliza, the Queen of England.

At this time, she was wearing a long black and white dress that covered her feet, and she was holding a Western-style double-edged sword without a point.

"Yo, Your Majesty."

"You bastard, how polite you are to the Queen of the United Kingdom!"