Cillian grinned and was about to speak, when bursts of applause and a very discordant voice came from the side.
"Not bad, not bad. You are a young man who has strength and means. Do you want to work together?"
Twenty casts and two eyes narrowed.
"Hey, little red hair, whose friend are you?"
Caron smiled faintly, did not speak, and drew a circle in the air with his scepter.
"Bartan, they killed Shohurit, come and try."
Then, a hexagonal black space barrier emerged from the void.
"It's you, descendant of Lutland, and you damn skeleton!"
After twenty shots, Hua Luo pulled out the scabbard and stood ready. Karon's health bar was still a question mark, but that didn't mean Baltan was the same. For people who were not as strong as him, too much nonsense meant greater variables.
I have always believed in a famous saying: When a lion fights a rabbit, he must use his full strength.
But the next second, Twenty-Tou, who had just emerged from the Night Realm, heard a crisp finger snap.
Immediately afterwards, the night domain that was overwhelmingly emanating from him completely collapsed in an instant.
"Young man, please don't open a field in front of me, right?"
Damn it? Is this little red hair so fierce?
Before he could react, Baltan turned into a black whirlwind and swept towards him.
The palace was still too small, and twenty shots could only keep flying at a low altitude. He turned around and grabbed the two old skeletons and retreated violently. Cillian hurriedly greeted them.
The next moment, Cillian's Overlord's Sword had collided with Baltan's bones.
Unexpectedly, Baltan was not afraid at all. He stamped his feet vigorously, and two soul bodies of the same size as himself but emitting a faint green light emerged from the side, and rushed straight towards Twenty Tou.
Twenty eyes turned cold, and they raised their hands to release Killing and Flowing Frost at the same time. Each of them blocked one, and he had already arrived at the palace gate, and hurriedly sent Oko and Zekas to the main force.
No matter what, he closed the door resolutely, leaving only the large troops outside to worry.
Because he knew in his heart that this battle could not be solved by large numbers of people. On the contrary, if there were too many people, Caron might take the initiative to attack.
Then the gain outweighs the loss.
Outside the palace, the two elders who had just been rescued felt dazed for a while. They originally planned to come to help and avenge Herrit, the swordsman, but who knew that in the final battle, they turned into a burden.
In the end, all the sadness can only be turned into a sigh.
If it weren't for this skeletal body, I'm afraid the two of them would have reached the peak of Esther, right?
The battle in the palace continues.
Baltan's strength is almost the same as that of the Grand Priest, but his attack power and killing moves are not on the same level, otherwise he would not be worthy of being the leader of the legion.
After returning, Twenty gestured to Cillian to rest aside and take over the battle himself.
"Haha, boy, you really overestimate your capabilities."
Twenty Throws ignored Baltan's ridicule and directly summoned the clone, and the flower fell back into its sheath.
"Niu Niu, how about I show you a big baby?"
"What big baby? Don't call me Niu Niu, I am Baltan, the leader of the Warcraft Legion!"
"Okay Niu Niu, watch carefully, I will demonstrate this move once!"
Immediately, Twenty-Tou bent down slightly and held the handle of the knife with his right hand. The other two clones also made the same action.
At this moment, an unusually violent wave emitted from the air.
Baltan stared at the boss with two bull eyes, because he was so familiar with this move!
He hurriedly leaned over, pointed his horns at Twenty Tou and rushed out, while Killing transformed into a huge python and blocked it with his teeth.
"Bartan, for this move, listen to the dragon's roar!"
"Lord Karon, save me!"
"Zheng!"
After slashing out all three swords, Caron summoned two black mirrors to resist the sword light in the sky, but there were still some aftermaths that escaped from the side.
But just the aftermath caused Baltan to take several steps back, and there were no longer any good pieces of meat on his body.
Caron also knew that he was a little bit unable to get off the stage at this moment, so he clicked the void with an ugly expression, and the black hexagon absorbed Baltan back again.
"Boy, you are a bit good. I hope you can be as good as you are now next time I see you."
Then it disappeared into the shadows.
After seeing Caron leave, Twenty-Tou's standing body began to shake a little, and Cillian quickly held him back.
This time was different from dealing with Mew, he tried his best.
If this move fails, I am afraid that I will be crushed by Baltan in an instant.
There is some regret in my heart.
Who knew the side effects were so great!
The door was slowly pushed open, and everyone in the Divine Chosen couldn't help but become worried when they saw that Twenty-Tou was in such a mess for the first time.
This isn't something that one or two restoration potions can fix.
There is an old saying that goes well, if there is blue, use blue, if there is no blue, the blood will be deducted.
Twenty shots at this moment is a situation where the blood is almost deducted.
The whole person was in a state of semi-exhaustion, and Xiao Zhiyu hurriedly played music that could restore energy.
Xingcheng, on the other hand, hugged Twenty Shots tightly and said distressedly.
"Don't leave us outside next time, okay... everyone can come in and help you..."
Twenty Tou smiled bitterly and stroked the black hair of the beauty in his arms.
"Okay, I promise you."
In the sky outside the palace, Jerry's eyes flashed with white light, and he was staring closely at everything happening in the palace. His existence was to prevent Caron from taking action.
Seeing that the crisis was over, I wanted to leave, but Xingcheng's words made me feel sour in my heart and made me lose consciousness.
"Don't worry, this bastard will never lock you out in the future."
I don't know if this sentence is a guarantee for Xingcheng, or a secret curse on my former self.
As the sun rose, the royal city of Lutland announced that it had officially changed hands, and Prince Cillian, a descendant of Lutland, officially took over. Early that morning, the new king ascended the throne.
From then on, Prince Cillian officially became King Cillian.
In the afternoon, Lutland Palace was bustling with activity.
"Smash it! Can't you just stay and help me! I'll give you the territory and the beauty, so please help me!"
"Ansha! I'm here to help you attack the city! I'm not here to help you handle state affairs! I just met those two old ladies and reported the loss of two old hens. Is it possible for me, thousands of people, to help you? Go find the old hen!?"
"I've just ascended the throne, so there's a lot to do! How about I give you a title?"
"Don't bother me! What can I do if I vote twenty times!"
"Then you return the tomb guard to me! I have no one left who can fight!"
"Okay, if he wants to go with you, that's fine, I respect his wishes!"
The tombkeeper on the side recalled that he was at the entrance of the dark imperial mausoleum, repeating the four words "need a warrant" every day, and couldn't help but tremble.
"Your Majesty the King...I have been on a business trip for three years, and my wife at home is about to give birth..."
The corners of Cillian's mouth twitched when he heard the words.
Can you make up a more practical reason?
The footsteps of soldiers came from the side, and two old men were escorted up.
"Your Majesty, these two people are the second and third worshipers of Xuhrit, and now they have been captured alive!"
The two old men were in terrible condition at the moment, their clothes were in rags, and their whole person showed signs of decadence.
"Oh? You two, now that I am employing people here, I wonder if the two elders are willing to sign a contract with me and then help me?"
The two elders thought they would definitely die, but unexpectedly there was still a way to survive, and they instantly regained their energy.
The orthodox royal family has a secret technique. After signing a contract, if there are two minds, the king can kill the two people with a single thought.
But they are different. Now that they are out of danger, who cares whether they have second thoughts or not, they agree immediately.
After a while, a guard ran over.
"Your Majesty, there is a man outside the door who calls himself Jerry and is here to see you."
