Uncle, I am not an ordinary office worker.

Roy would rather defeat a boss than waste his hair solving riddles filled with exotic jokes and knowledge.

The Queen also nodded, and while gazing at the majestic tower that pierced the clouds like a pillar, she warned: "Don't take it lightly. We haven't seen Teutonic himself yet. It is possible that he is in that tower, and it is also possible that..."

The Queen paused, and Roy certainly knew what she meant. It was not ruled out that the Teutonic Elector had fallen in the towers ahead. The death of an Elector was bound to bring a huge political storm to Leitania.

"Don't worry, I will protect you and Rhodes Island when the time comes. You have nothing to do with this."

The Queen made this promise, as if she was afraid that Roy would be suspicious.

Roy was a little embarrassed, because it could not be said that this incident had nothing to do with him. If he had not discovered the suspected Witch King's horn hidden in the hospital, this space would not necessarily be suddenly triggered, thus involving the three people.

But he did not reject the Queen's assurance. After all, it was hard for Roy not to worry about the situation of Rhodes Island, which was still outside. After he, the Queen, and the Great Elector disappeared, Skadi was fine, but Ye Tan and Margaret were probably in trouble. Roy could only pray that they were okay and find a way out as soon as possible.

The closer they got to the last tower, the harder it became to navigate the red mist. In the end, they could no longer see anything within five meters. The Queen tried to control the air to form a strong wind to disperse the red mist around her, but no matter how hard the wind blew, the mist around her just kept rolling and showed no signs of dispersing.

The Queen tried to increase her strength, but a familiar voice came from the distant fog:

"Don't waste your energy. Walk about ten steps forward and you will reach the area of ​​the tower. There will be no fog here."

This was the voice of the Teutonic Elector. Roy turned around and confirmed his guess from the Queen's expression.

"Are there any signs of magic? Are you sure it's him?"

The most common conspiracy in horror movies is to disguise as a familiar person to deceive the protagonist. Roy certainly would not let his guard down. But the Queen nodded in contrast to her cautious attitude and answered with certainty:

"It was him. The Elector added his own spell to the voice just now. I can feel it."

"Besides, even if someone can imitate his spells, we must move forward and defeat him."

The queen said this, tightened her raincoat for catching scales, and walked forward.

The distance of ten steps passed in a flash, and the open space in front of them suddenly opened up. The majestic magic tower stood on the ground, like a pointer pointing to the sky. The tower was made of a unique source stone material, and the surface was flickering with a faint purple light. This light made the tower particularly eye-catching even above the airtight red fog, like a bright pearl in the dark starry sky. Many ancient magic runes were carved on the tower wall. The tower of Leitania was not only a symbol of power and a wizard's residence, but also a super-large source stone conduction unit. These runes drawn by the wizard king alone could guide and control the surrounding source stone energy, giving the tower infinite power.

This is not an introduction, but Roy's real feeling. When they stepped out of the red fog and entered the tower, just as the Teutonic Grand Duke said, the surrounding environment suddenly became clear. The red fog seemed to encounter an invisible barrier and was perfectly blocked in the area outside the tower. However, as the vision became clear, danger also came immediately. The scarlet light on the tower flashed, and countless lightning bolts struck directly in the direction of the queen. The leader of the Leitanian warlocks raised her hands in preparation, the necklace on her neck burst into a dazzling light, and an eggshell-shaped protective shield immediately wrapped her whole body.

This is one of her backup plans, an emergency spell that can be automatically triggered or manually activated, which can ensure that the warlock who is not good at close combat will not suffer heavy losses in the enemy's first wave of sneak attacks.

However, the next second, something happened that left him and the ragged Elector beside him dumbfounded.

The thousands of lightning bolts that had clearly locked onto her as their target suddenly seemed to have lost their target in the blink of an eye, and tangled up in the sky. The violent lightning was like a child who had lost his favorite toy. The lightning that symbolized punishment became arms that could only wave randomly, and the rumbling thunder became the child's crying. After countless times of confirming that they could not find the target, these spells that seemed to have souls began to split and fire wantonly. Some struck the earth, turning into thunder that splashed a pool of gravel. Some rushed into the sky, bursting with a momentary light in the red mist clouds, and some hit the Great Elector, who seemed to have suffered once, and there were some burnt marks on his exposed skin covered by rags, which frightened Teutonic so much that he resisted and fled with an incredible look on his face. Some even rushed to the caster of the spell, the white figure standing on the top of the terrace on the towering tower.

The descendant of the Witch King whom Roy had defeated personally, the Caprini girl with long silver hair.

Faced with the lightning that was rushing towards her and whose power had not been reduced but became even more violent, the girl's face suddenly changed, as if she remembered some very bad memories. There was even a hint of fear in her eyes, so that her first reaction was not to cast a spell to resist, but to subconsciously squat down and hug her head.

Just as the lightning was about to hit the girl, in an instant, the iconic horns on the girl's head emitted a faint light, and the tower was activated, releasing a wall of light to block the thunder.

In just a blink of an eye, the girl who took the initiative crouched with her head in her hands, the Teutonic who watched from the other side fled with her head in her hands, the Queen who opened her shield wasted her energy, and Roy who was unharmed remained calm. The situation changed in just a moment, the originally strong party suddenly became weak, and the Queen who had just arrived and was attacked by surprise gained the upper hand. And all this was just because of an item.

The queen gently stroked the slightly rough collar of the scale-catching cape, and her shock was beyond words. She felt that the unpleasant smell of the sea tide had become so fragrant and intimate at this moment.

She finally realized the true power of the clothes that Roy said "could protect you". It was in no way inferior to the scepter of the Leitania nation, or any magical item with extraordinary effects in myths and legends.

This is simply...the nemesis of all spells!

The Queen turned her head, locked her fiery eyes on Roy, and licked her lips.

Promise me, we can have a good talk after we get out, okay?

I can make you an offer you can't refuse.

PS: Just finished watching the live broadcast.

There are too many cakes...uh, I can’t finish them.

To be honest, I was just planning to write about Rhine's ascent to heaven. The foreshadowing was all laid, and the treasure of Dripping Village that funded Dorothy and Rhine was one of them.

As a result, this time SS wrote that Rhine went to heaven.

Should I say that I'm happy because I haven't had the chance to be backstabbed yet, or should I say that I'm sad that the ideas I came up with in advance may not be useful?

It would be nice if I could become a prophet!

The content of the [Natural Disaster] plan will soon be revealed through the conversation between Kal'tsit and Roy. As long as it is written down, there is no need to worry about being backstabbed!

Volume 1: Chapter 217: The Sorcerer King's Sneer

The girl recalled some very bad things.

Flying wind blades were destroyed in collisions, blazing fireballs were extinguished in flight, and ferocious thunder lingered all over his body, but did not cause any harm. Instead, he was like a tamed wild beast, controlled by his own arms and striking back.

Those unnatural events had left her with a deep psychological shadow. Even though she had received guidance from her ancestors and had come to this tower, and even obtained the horn left by the witch king, and her strength was no longer as weak as when she was simply possessed by a piece of earthly sound, she still had no confidence at all, and was even more frightened. When she saw the familiar person and the familiar clothes, she was so scared that she squatted down with her head in her arms.

"Hahaha......"

Breathing heavily and unable to utter a word, the silver-haired girl stretched out her hand and prayed, grasping the twisted and strange horn on top of her head.

What resides there is the true will of the Witch King. It is not a fragment like the Voice of the World, nor does it represent any short life experience. It is the sum of everything the Witch King had from birth to transcendence, and finally before the horn broke and fell from the tower.

As if feeling the slightly cold arms of his offspring and the fear from the bottom of his heart, the Witch King hidden in it finally revealed his will for the first time.

He seemed to let out a long sigh, and then, gently but irresistibly replaced the body's consciousness:

"There are five towers in this city, all guarded by my descendants. You are the ones I chose, so why should you be so afraid of a group of uninvited guests?"

"Come on, although I want to yell for you to tell me your names, when you look closely, they all seem to be familiar faces."

Under the tower, Roy could clearly feel the change in the momentum at the top of the tower. The girl who was squatting suddenly stood up, and her voice became majestic and deep. The horns on his head lost their light, replaced by a pair of eyes dyed with red mist and a condescending tone.

"Tell me, I have handed over the kingdom and authority of the outside world to you. What made you enter my kingdom of the dead and disturb me and my descendants again?"

"I'm here to rescue you." The Elector, who was affected by the fire at the city gate, finally had the opportunity to interrupt. Although his clothes and appearance did not look very decent now, he still held his head high and declared, "Great Witch King, after you left, Leithania will no longer be as glorious as it was in the past. Your subjects are all looking forward to your return!"

The fall of the Witch King not only brought about a change of power within Leithania, but also attracted the temptation and invasion of the coveted countries outside. The vast Ursus Empire planted more spies in border cities, Casimir promoted economic colonization in the name of open trade, and Victoria, the Grand Duke of Windermere, even repeatedly provoked border conflicts. After a series of victories, she was about to push the front line into the border of Leithania. She herself was even given the title of "Nightmare of the Elector".

This is undoubtedly a shame for people like Teutonic who hope to unify Leithania and create a truly great empire!

But what can he do? The Twin Queens have far less control over the country than the Witch King, and the seven electors are only holding each other back to maintain this superficial respectability. No one has the ability or prestige to organize a large-scale battle, let alone a war. If he dares to send his main force out of his electoral territory today, tomorrow, the other six electors will send their troops to his territory on the grounds of breaking the balance.

Although he didn't like having a witch king or queen above him, he knew very well that the unification of Leithania must be established in the hands of a powerful, unquestionable, iron and blood emperor. Only in this way can this empire truly have a future!

Therefore, he would say to the young Sarkaz man named Manfred who came to seek cooperation: "The existence of the Witch King is meaningful."

Because he firmly believes that the interests of the country are above everything else, even the people!

Roy and the Queen looked at him in disbelief.

Looking forward to the return of the Witch King? This is not something that can be said casually. Such a statement would be quite explosive in the whole of Leithania.

This is almost equivalent to completely denying the legitimacy of the Twin Queens who overthrew the Witch King to power, denying all existing order, and even denying the other electors, including him, who signed the agreement that year to find a way to defeat the Witch King among the heritage of Gaul!

Even if he made such a statement in private, once it was leaked, he, Teutonic and the Electorate he ruled would be met with hostility, opposition and purges from almost all forces in Leithania - they were all vested interests in the rebellion, no one wanted to see the Witch King return, and no one could afford the tyrant's counterattack.

But Teutonic not only said it, he even said it in front of the Queen who was right here, not far from him, to a person who was suspected to be possessed by the Witch King.

Even a sophisticated political figure like the Queen felt a little unreal at this moment.

Is there any mental spell in this space that can affect people's hearing or judgment?

He thought so subconsciously, and the answer was naturally no, because the Witch King answered.

The silver-haired girl's slightly weathered face showed no joy or relief, as if she had no feelings about the loyal words of the elector who had sworn allegiance and called himself a subject. She sneered and asked:

"Save us?"

"What is my name?"

Teutonic was stunned.

"Silver-haired girl? Experiment 1523? Or the carrier of the Witch King?"

The Witch King threw out a few answers indifferently, but Teutonic knew that none of them were the correct answers.

This is the name that he and his subordinate, Russell, who is in charge of these experiments, call each experimental subject.

"I don't know," he replied, lowering his head.

"Then why do you think I need your salvation? Why do you think I need the salvation of someone who has no respect for my descendants and treats them like livestock? Why do you think I will reconcile with you because of the chance of resurrection, or obey you because I need to rely on you to rebuild my strength?"

It was like mind reading, pointing out Teutonic thoughts one by one. A hint of playfulness appeared on the Witch King's pale face. He stretched out his hand, pointed at the green figure not far away, and a meaningful smile flashed in his eyes.

"You're not even as interested as he made me come."

"At least he is on the same level as me and sees the same scene as me."

Volume 1: Chapter 218: The Witch King's Deal

“When the ancients raised their heads and touched the sky, they were surprised to find that their sight was already the limit.”

The Witch King said this meaningfully. This was Terra's usual riddle, but Roy understood his hint for the first time.

The ancients he mentioned were probably not the ancestors who first came to the mind of the Queen or the Elector, and who still existed in historical books, but another civilization whose soul came from the same ancient era as Roy's body.

The Witch King knew more than he expected, which was beyond Roy's expectations, but also reasonable. As a pioneer and a great Originium Warlock who was suspected to have gone crazy because of peeking at the truth of the sky, the Witch King's understanding of Terra may have reached an extremely deep level.

Although the secrets he knew were probably more about the sky and the universe, and had little to do with the imminent sea crisis that Roy already knew, who knew what kind of natural disaster this Terra would trigger when it was initialized?

What if he didn't click "Random" but chose one of the three natural disasters? Even if Roy solved the crisis in the sea, disasters related to Originium and evil spirits would come one after another in the sky.

If he claims to be a savior, then what Roy has to do is not just to simply save people by constantly solving problems, but also to "seek knowledge" to find the causes of everything along the way.

He suddenly didn't want to destroy the Witch King so much.

Coincidentally, he was not the only one who had this idea, and there were more than two people present.

The Teutonic Elector looked at himself. After his inner thoughts were exposed, he was briefly confused for a moment, but quickly regained his sanity. The words of the Witch King undoubtedly touched upon what he cared about most. He did care about the unification of Leithania, but he also hoped that this unified Leithania would be created by his own hands.

Just as he and Manfred claimed, he was not an assistant who could hand over the credit and great achievements to others. He was an ambitious man who would overthrow the existing order. What he needed was the power of the Witch King, not the powerful Witch King.

Therefore, compared to resurrecting or destroying the Witch King here, he prefers to preserve the secrets of this mysterious space in order to comprehend the various spells set up by the Witch King in it. These are all knowledge and priceless treasures.

The Queen was even more so. She was also dissatisfied with the status quo, and had a deep desire for power, and also hoped to obtain the power of the Witch King. Even though she and another Queen had killed the man who was now possessed in the body of the descendant, she still accepted the Witch King's legacy.

However, at this moment, she was more concerned about something—the end of the world.

Without witnessing everything in the portrait, no one would understand the crisis Terra was in. As the Queen of Leitania, she had to ensure the survival of Leitania first, and when the survival of Leitania was linked to Terra, as a forerunner, she had to pay the highest attention to it.

At this time, the Witch King finally opened his mouth again. He did not make any sound, but conveyed his meaning into everyone's mind.

The Queen frowned. If the Witch King could not really see through people's hearts, then his spiritual magic had reached the pinnacle, enough to cross her mental barriers and see what she was thinking. Otherwise, he would not say such words to her:

"I can tell you the truth about the end of the world, but the price is that you will keep your mouth shut. After hearing the truth, I can send you away."

Keep your mouth shut...

The Queen pondered over this seemingly ordinary request. Suddenly, Roy's words in that narrow office flashed through her mind:

"Your Majesty, please watch your throat."

Suddenly, a flash of lightning seemed to flash through her mind, and a chill suddenly rushed into her spine, making even she, who was calm, shiver.

Keep your mouth shut and keep a secret. What kind of person can keep his mouth shut and keep a secret?

dead.

But she had the scale-catching cape given by Roy, and any spell, no matter how strong or weak, had no effect on her. Even the Witch King couldn't kill her. Moreover, he had already promised to send her away, so there was no need for him to lie like that.

So, does this statement of keeping silent imply that what he is seeking is actually his ability to speak, that is, his voice, or in other words, the ability to cast spells?

If so, then this is probably an unacceptable and horrible price. She is the queen after all. If a queen of Leithania loses her voice, it will be an extremely huge threat to this country and its precarious political balance. Apart from anything else, the Teutonic Elector, who is standing more than ten meters away from her, is always dreaming of changing the world!

She shook her head violently, only to find that the Elector, whom she regarded as a huge threat and had already shown his rebelliousness, was also sweating profusely and had a ferocious expression.

The Witch King also gave him a choice.

"I can teach you all my knowledge and spells, but the price is that you will lose half of your life."

Using half of one's life to exchange for power is simply a legendary devil's deal. But it is undeniable that it has enough appeal.

The power of the Witch King was enough to destroy the well-equipped, well-trained, and most powerful Old Guards Vanguard Corps of the peak Gaul Empire. For this power, he had consumed countless descendants of the Witch King like the silver-haired girl, and spent a lot of money to build a mobile city. Now, he only needed to nod his head to get it from him.

True or false no longer mattered. From the moment the Witch King proposed this tempting deal, he had to be real.

Ambitious people often do not care about their own lives. They just want to light a fire and burn a forest. They don't care whether they can control the fire or whether they can keep their bodies intact as a match.

Just like Tresis, he only wanted to find a living space for Kazdel, and didn't care whether he would die alone on the throne. Just like the black snake, he only cared about provoking one "war" after another to make Ursus prosper, and didn't care whether Tallulah or his body and consciousness would dissipate.

The same is true of the Teutons.

So, he was hesitating, he was even inclined to choose.

When people are in hesitation, they often subconsciously look up at people who are in the same situation as them.

He was no exception, so he raised his head and looked at the other two people beside him.

The White Queen had stopped her impulse and was looking at Roy with a gentle expression and expectation. She knew that the Witch King was not the only one who knew the truth. If she could invest in Roy, a living person whom she liked, why would she choose the Witch King who had been dead for who knows how long?

Roy, on the other hand, had a strange expression on his face. He seemed surprised, but not at all conflicted.