The Primordial Wizard

Ace slowly shook the wooden chair and made a creaking sound. He continued: "The whole invasion plan should be divided into three parts. The first part has been completed. I have established a continuous information link between the two worlds. The goal now is the second part, the sleepwalker descends into another world!"

He used too much force, and the chair collapsed under the weight. Fortunately, Ace was proficient in magic mechanics, and easily maintained the suspended state. He slowly floated to the ground, pointed to the chair with his right hand and said, "It's back to the original."

hum! The magic power began to move, and the chair that had been broken into several pieces slowly recovered. Ace sat on it and continued to outline the general direction.

"Even after half a year of intelligence gathering, there are still two candidates I haven't met. I have to go to the palace with Jamila to meet them before I can finalize the script."

Time passed quickly, and early the next morning Ace put on the long-lost black cloak and the white cat mask with thirteen holy radiances on it, and set off towards the palace with Jamila.

Jamila rode the white horse, and Ace stepped on the eaves and jumped to follow.

At about noon, Ace and Jamila arrived at the main gate of the palace. The Grand Duke of Münster had been waiting here for a long time. He gave Jamila a noble salute, and then led the two into the Holy Sword Garden.

The green plants are everywhere and lush here, and Ace smells the natural smell, but feels a little uncomfortable.

The nature here is not the kind of harmony that Ace feels, but an indescribable depression. He was not sure where the depression came from, but when he walked to the withered giant tree and saw the bright holy sword, he understood it instantly.

The blue blood in Ace's chest, and the azure flame suspended above the blood boiled at this moment, almost gushing out as if he had encountered death.

The thread of fate closed his chest quietly, letting the waves in it, Ace's pupils shrank slightly, he understood a little bit, if he guessed correctly, the holy sword is the root of all disharmony.

The radiant holy light turned out to be the root of all disharmony. The blue-blooded man claimed to be a real human being, and he claimed to be the direct descendant of the blue-blooded ancestor. What's the story behind this?

My purpose is to obtain more resources in this world, and the most powerful resources are the power of the source and the power of destiny, but this world is very strange, obviously participated in so many events, but only obtained the power of destiny.

Where is the power of the great source? This is the foundation of a world. Without the power of the great source, this world cannot exist. Where is it neglected?

Just thinking about it, the Grand Duke of Munster is already standing under the withered giant tree,

He said in a loud voice: "Everyone who participated in the War of the King's Choice, you uphold the brilliance of the holy sword and the will of the former king, and hereby swear an oath. rule.

One is that the battlefield of the King's Choice War is within the city of Bernarda, and once you leave, it will be regarded as giving up; can start. "

After finishing speaking, the Grand Duke of Munster put his hands together and prayed to the holy sword. Ace felt the violent fluctuation of the power of fate. The withered giant tree inserted by the holy sword seemed to be shaking. The sword suddenly burst into brilliance, turning into six paths and flying towards the six candidates.

Ace narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, he found that every candidate was shrouded in a strong holy light.

Apart from Jamila, the other five candidates are a handsome uncle in well-dressed clothes, an elegant and noble lady, a burly tough guy, a girl in simple clothes and an old man.

It seemed that there was a great source of power disturbing it, and it came from the withered giant tree. Ace had no time to explore it, nor did he have time to seriously observe the opponent, so they were invited out of the palace by the Grand Duke of Münster.

The Grand Duke's voice seemed to be still echoing in his ears: "Please call out your guardian angels before the star shines tonight. If you miss them, death will not be far away."

Ace and Jamila left the palace vigilantly. Before the star time passed, none of the six candidates could directly attack each other. This is the restriction of the Holy Light, but it does not rule out that some people use off-the-board tricks.

As it was getting late, Ace and Jamila shared a horse and communicated in a low voice.

"The deacon bishop of St. Ivan told me that the candidates for this king's election war, except Cariana and me, are the little girl. The other four are from the four royal families of Hill. These four families have monopolized for two hundred years. All the winners of the king election war come from the four royal families."

Jamila said in a solemn voice.

"Then let us break the monopoly. The four royal families have ruled the Hill Kingdom for nearly two hundred years, and various injustices within the kingdom have intensified. The poor have no place to stand, the rich are extravagant, and those in power are arrogant.

I believe that you are the King of the Righteous, you can bring about changes, you can realize our common ideals, everyone is equal under the Holy Light, and let clean souls rule this kingdom..."

Before Ace could speak, there was a sudden sound of piercing through the air. His perception magic had already discovered that nearly a hundred mercenaries were waiting for them on the only way.

The sound of breaking through the air was the firing of bows and crossbows. Ace did not hesitate at all. He mobilized the power of the holy light in the mask and turned it into a light shield to block the two of them. At the same time, he said to Jamila: "There are always people who want to Using some crooked tricks, how can such a person deserve to be a king."

His figure was extremely fast, and the superposition of magic and heart fire made Ace almost invincible in this low-end battle. He didn't hold back, panicked, and instantly controlled most of the mercenaries, and drew out his long sword , using the magic of light to imitate the holy light effect.

A white light flashed, and heads rolled down, leaving only a few people who were obviously the leaders, who were caught by Ace.

They were regretting in their hearts, they took the man's money obsessively, and provoked this pair of evil gods, and then they were stared at by Ace and fell into a hallucination.

"All the candidates for the king's election war are on the mercenary hunting list? It's really a good way to fish in troubled waters."

Ace gave them pleasure with a sword, and then said to Jamila who couldn't bear it: "Now we can't have compassion. Once we relax, the enemy will feel that there is an opportunity. Not only will they swarm us to attack us, but they may even attack us." Take the opportunity to attack the old street where you are!"

Jamila nodded, feeling sorry for herself, and said in a low voice: "This kingdom really needs reform. Even the king election war is so chaotic. We must ascend to the throne and change all these injustices!"

Ace felt Jamila's heart, and the new scroll on his chest was already slightly hot, as if he was affirming something, he replied: "Let's go back quickly and find a way to summon the angel immediately!"