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Shuo Yue was too lazy to say anything, but gave the red-haired magician a thoughtful look, then left with a few words.

The action begins.

The order was issued. No matter what the thoughts of the people in the team were, their extremely high quality still allowed them to take action and apply body-strengthening magic. Fifty magicians rushed into the front line like a rushing wind at a sprint speed that far exceeded the world record. In the dense forest.

In response to the team that rushed forward like an arrow, Qianjieshu also responded - as the soil surged, strange-shaped things suddenly emerged from the soil in front of the cleaning team.

The shapes of these things are different, some can barely be recognized as humanoid, and some are completely alien. The only thing in common is that these things all carry weapons on their bodies, and they exude magic power that is not inferior to that of a second-rate magician.

The obstruction from the Thousand World Tree did not change the expressions of the magicians. These things may frighten ignorant ordinary people, but they are not taken seriously by them, because they are very common guards in the magic world - - Demon puppet, and according to the intelligence, the Thousand Realm Tree clan they need to conquer has an excellent puppet master.

After Shuo Yue left, the captain who became the team leader again took the lead. With the roar of the invisible spirit, the demon dolls in the fan-shaped area in front of him were crushed and destroyed as if they had been run over by a steamroller.

The magicians standing behind also took action one after another. In an instant, colorful mysterious lights illuminated the forest at night and destroyed the puppets blocking the way.

Hmph, vulnerable. The red-haired magician snorted coldly. The fire snakes around him easily burned the enemies who dared to come forward. Neither the golems nor the defensive barriers are great things. Just these rabble. Rebellion?

For him who is loyal to the Magic Association, what he doesn't understand the most is not the stupidity of the Thousand World Tree, but the distrust from above.

Why do you have to send a mysterious guy to put pressure on us? Can't we just take care of these offal?

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell into an inexplicable silence.

The red-haired magician thought that everyone acquiesced to his remarks, and just as he was about to continue speaking, a strong force came from behind and pulled him to his side.

team leader……

Shut up!

The thin man didn't even look at him, but stared straight ahead, breathing rapidly. The other magicians were also waiting for him, cold sweat dripping down their cheeks.

At some point, a man walked into their sight.

The man's whole body was wrapped in aristocratic clothing that was so dark that it seemed to melt into the night. Contrary to black, his face is pale but creepy, and his silky white hair hangs loosely.

The moment he appeared, the atmosphere in the forest suddenly became tense. Just standing there makes me feel overwhelmed, and if someone even looks at me, my whole body will tremble uncontrollably.

This is definitely not because this man is rough and violent. In fact, he is very elegant and noble in both image and temperament. It's just that his eyes are too cold, and those who look at him can't help but realize that he is an extremely fragile and powerless existence.

Who do these rude people think they have permission to stand here?

The man's voice was low, carrying unmatched pressure. However, this pressure did not make the 'cleaning team' lose their will.

The man in black robe who claimed to be Shuo Yue had told them before.

[When you see people like medieval nobles appearing, run, run away immediately, otherwise no one can save you. 】

So without hesitation, the magicians dropped the escape magic they had prepared and rushed out of the forest.

madness. The man who was like the king of the dark night expressed cold disdain. Even on the battlefield, his clothes were still not messy at all.

Where do you think this land you are stepping on is?

The man looked down at the escaping magicians from a high position, and slowly raised his naturally drooping left hand, moving from left to right.

here.

here.

And here.

Together with that—

Looking around, everything is my territory!

When the man finally clenched his fist, magic power greater than that of fifty magicians combined swept out from him.

The next second, the place where the magic swept over was covered with dense black rafter piles.

The rafters were so densely packed that the magicians had no place to stay.

These rafter piles are so sharp that even a magician, who is known for his physical toughness and can withstand a shot, cannot withstand them.

The growth speed of these rafter piles is so rapid that the high-speed movement of the magicians is nothing compared to the speed of the rafter piles.

Ahhhhhh! The scream pierced the sky. The red-haired magician who was behind the team felt a chill all over his body, and there was a feeling of being punctured in his lower body. Immediately afterwards, his scream also sounded like It quickly became hoarse like an aging record player.

Because the rafter piles from Romania grabbed his limbs and went all the way up, like a bloody plant growing from hell, breaking through the red-haired magician's large intestine, small intestine, stomach, and throat, and together with the surging and splashing blood and flesh, rushed out of his Mouth!

Not only the red-haired magician from the lagging team, but also the magicians at the end of the cleaning team screamed one after another. Regardless of male or female, strong or weak, they were all like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, being pierced from bottom to top and transformed into heavy... Now the nourishment of epic.

The bright red blood dripped onto the ground along the black rafter piles, as if it was the reappearance of an ancient legend on this land.

Legend has it that in the Middle Ages, the once powerful Ottoman Turkish Empire sent a large army to attack the Transylvania region, which was still the Principality of Wallachia at that time. The then Grand Duke led an army to resist. During the resistance, the Grand Duke impaled all the captured or killed Turkish soldiers with wooden stakes and nailed them to the ground of the Principality of Wallachia. The total number of impaled people exceeded 20,000.

I offer you your blood and your life.

Seeing the tragic situation in front of him like a breeze, the man who was called The Impaler by his frightened enemies stretched out his palm and slowly tightened it.

I am given the piercing with the stake of despair... I am the one who drinks and laments!!

He is the most famous hero in Transylvania and even Romania - Vlad III!

Chapter 382 The assassin is fierce and the Grand Duke has his arm broken

Chapter 383: The assassin is fierce and the Grand Duke has his arm broken

Screams filled the darkness of the night, and in the border forest of Thousand World Tree's territory, the invaders from the Magic Association were being brutally massacred.

The cleaning team of more than fifty people was surrounded by lone men, and their lives were being taken away by rafters and piles one by one.

This brutally moving hell should not be seen by anyone, but there are two sets of eyes watching what is going on here.

One of them is Shuoyue, who uses A-level 'aura blocking' and a noble phantom to cover her body.

At this moment, he ignored the accompanying magicians who were impaled, and instead turned to look at the small puppet on his shoulder.

What, after seeing the scene in front of you, do you still have doubts about the Thousand World Tree summoning the servants in advance?

I have fully understood that he is such a dangerous familiar. It seems that the battle between Thousand World Tree and us is destined to be inevitable.

Belferbon's old voice came from the doll's side. Even though the wooden doll had no face, the anxiety in his voice could still be heard.

How is it? Can Sir Shuo Yue take action?

Even a large-scale magic association has spent a lot of resources to cultivate a cleaning team. Losing one person will hurt for a long time, let alone half of them have been wiped out now.

Don't worry, if the Holy Grail system fails to be activated, your Magic Association will lose more than just one team.

If it were the real person who came, Shuoyue would have secretly protected these temporary teammates. However, what Belphebon asked for was blessed by the beast.

If you want to win, these are necessary sacrifices, Head of the Summoning Department.

Finally completing the final operation, the young man cut off the connection with the Great Holy Grail before the Qianjie Tree discovered it, and slowly stood up.

Just pray that a few of your chess pieces that you spent a lot of money to train can survive before I take action.

She spoke seemingly caring words, but Shuo Yue's eyes were so cold that they had no warmth at all.

After all, if these helpers are useless, even I can't kill the top servants.

Kill?

Kill the servant? !

After the Holy Grail technique was successful, how dare he set his sights on such a powerful servant? !

In the room of the Magic Association, the three leaders looked at each other in astonishment and were speechless. At the other end, Shuo Yue had dropped the communication doll, lowered his body, and approached Vlad III with a fist gun in hand.

He, Sakuyue, is a servant who came with a professional rank.

He is the best assassin who can kill with one blow and take the head of his commander among the three armies!

His eyes glowed with iridescent ice blue, the world was in pieces, and there was a lone wolf walking in the darkness.

Target: Black, Vlad III.

The hunt begins!

Tulifas is a small city in northern Transylvania, Romania. In the Middle Ages, the city wall built to prevent Turkish soldiers from invading is still intact today and surrounds some fortresses and cities. Most of the buildings in the city were heavily repaired and renovated on the basis of the Middle Ages, and have extremely precious historical value.

For Tulifas, what can be called the symbol of the city is the huge castle that stands on the slightly hilly hill - Milenia City.

The castle has never changed its owners since the Middle Ages. Despite suffering from Ottoman Turkish aggression, the Black Death pandemic, bombings in modern wars, etc., the fortress and its owner family are still alive today.

The name of that family is Thousand World Trees, and they are a group of magicians who migrated from Northern Europe to Romania. At present, the situation in the city is unprecedented.

Not only the Thousand World Tree clan, but also a group of decent-looking servants from unknown places are working meticulously and patrolling the city holding battle axes that are far behind the times. There are also walking stone beds and stone statues with glowing eyes...

Onlookers would have been surprised to think something had happened. However, among the simple residents of Tulifas, not a single unsuspecting person would step into this strange castle. As long as the lights in the city are still on, people are warned even if they go out late at night.

So when the castle lights that had been extinguished for a long time a few months ago began to shine again, the residents all looked at each other with a gloomy look on their faces - the blood-stained tyrants were back!

That's right, it's all for today!

Even though it was a bright sunny day outside, the king's room inside the fortress was still dim. Only the flames lit by the seven-lamp candlestick reflected the bloody killings in the forest.

The king on the throne is not here, but the seven-lamp candlestick is reflecting his majestic figure as he kills foreign enemies. Next to the throne, there is a handsome man with arms spread out and his tone is majestic and confident.

It's all taken care of. We, the Masters of the Thousand World Tree clan, who have the Command Spell, from now on, you will be the Masters and bet your lives for the fierce battles in the future. Before that, let you guys See the servants summoned later and the scales of their power!

The man's name is Darnic Prestone Thousand World Tree. He is the patriarch of the Thousand World Tree clan and one of the participants in the Third Holy Grail War. That war happened more than sixty years ago, but there is no wrinkle on the man's face. Judging from his appearance, you would probably think he is between twenty-six and thirty years old. It seems that since the Third Holy Grail War, Time stopped for him.

The magicians who were chosen as masters by the Qianjieshu family were half-kneeling on the ground, raising their heads, watching the battle, or rather the ravage, of the king of the black camp.

The rafters symbolizing the bloody legend rose from the ground. Wherever the magic went, it spread like locusts. It was like an apocalypse, slaughtering their kind like chickens and sheep. Even I dared not say that I could defeat them. of magicians.

Even though they were in the same camp as the Grand Duke, when Vlad III went on a killing spree, the masters of the Thousand World Trees still felt chills from the bottom of their hearts and couldn't help themselves.

Who can defeat such a powerful existence——

Just when everyone was deeply in awe and uneasy, the one-sided victory that Darnik showed to everyone took an uncontrollable turn.

The atmosphere in the forest suddenly changed.

Hmm. The sudden uneasiness made Vlad III frown. He restrained his distracted mood from chasing the prey and tightened his grip on the spear.

Even without the warrior's intuition, the numerous assassinations he encountered as a king still made the Grand Duke of Wallachia wary.

But looking around, except for a few magicians who were running away in panic, only the trembling trees and the flowing wind in the forest remained in the servant's field of vision for a long time.

Is it an illusion?

At the moment when the Grand Duke fell into confusion, a black robe appeared like a ghost. Unexpectedly, the lurking assassin had already approached this man's back!

As the fist gun was raised, Shuo Yue's gunfire roared with the words: