Medanzo and Arouca fought, and the scene immediately became extremely violent. The besieging guards did not even see that Medanzo was only a sixth-level warrior. He was not at a disadvantage at all. Arouca was injured. In a hurry, he had to take Amon's powerful arrow. Even now, there was a tearing pain between his chest and ribs. Moreover, Medanzo knew magic and used it very skillfully.
Medanzo did not fight like a mage. He waved a heavy sword with a staff as the hilt, and all kinds of strange forces were integrated into the attack range of the sword. He looked like a supreme warrior who had undergone the second awakening of power, but his magic was extremely profound.
The place where the two fought seemed to be swept by thunder and wind, accompanied by the thunderous sound of weapons colliding. A surge of surging power surged and flew, and ordinary warriors could hardly get close. After all, the King's guards were well-trained. As soon as they saw this scene, they had already formed a formation on both sides. Their shields were connected as one, and they raised their spears, blocking Medanzo's space to dodge left and right. As soon as he showed a flaw, they were ready to stab him like a hedgehog.
Arouca was somewhat unable to fight against Medanzo. He tried several times to get rid of the melee between the two, but to no avail. He could only wave his sword and use his powerful strength to resist the entanglement of various magic spells. Medanzo's sword and dagger attacks gave him almost no chance to fight back.
Medanzo, who had the upper hand, also frowned secretly. This wounded supreme warrior was still so brave, fighting desperately without retreating. It was impossible to finish him off in a short time. After a brief panic, the surrounding soldiers had already arranged their battle formation, and there were also many guards who had rushed out of the camp. The movement he wanted to make was almost enough. It seemed that he had to be more ruthless. Medanzo put away the dagger in his left hand and stretched out his hand to take out two scrolls.
He was still paying attention to the movements in the direction of the camp during the fierce battle. If he threw out the supreme magic scrolls, he did not believe that he would not be able to alarm the supreme mage inside.
As soon as he took out the scrolls, he waved his sword and forced Arouca back a few steps. His figure also flashed to the left, stirring up a force to hit the soldiers on one side of the formation. The magic power of the Spatial Shock should have knocked the soldiers in the front row back a few steps. Unexpectedly, a halo flashed through the soldiers' shields, as if they were connected by an invisible chain. Medanzo was actually shaken back a step.
A petite, cloaked person had already walked out of the camp, waved her staff gently, and did not speak, but had quietly cast magic to help the guards fight Medanzo's power. This person had already seen that Arouca was no match for Medanzo after he was injured. It might be possible to stop the assassin with just this supreme warrior and dozens of guards around him, but it would be difficult to take him down.
Medanzo also knew that the opponent's supreme mage finally couldn't help but make a move. Looking at this posture, he wanted to capture him alive and interrogate him. His goal had been achieved, and without any hesitation, he waved his hand and unfolded the scrolls.
Amon was really willing to spend the capital and gave Medanzo two supreme scrolls, one of which was the "Wind Blade Dance", which he had used when he was chased by Julien's men at the Nile River. It was a supreme magic that attacked in a wide area indiscriminately. Suddenly, there was a violent wind around Medanzo, and countless small airflows were condensed and compressed, like messy blades shooting in all directions.
The battlefield where Medanzo was located did not have the space to cast this kind of large-scale attack magic. He was fighting with Arouca head-on, and on his left and right were the guards holding shields. He had no time to retreat far enough to control the magic. As expected of a disciple taught by Amon, the method he used was the same as Amon's. The wind blades that erupted attacked him as well. No one expected him to do this.
A blue phosphorescence appeared on the scorpion shell armor, which was the result of Medanzo using his magic to maximize the defensive effect of the armor. At the same time, he half-knelt on the ground with his sword upside down and put the end of the sword hilt on his forehead as if he was praying. Smoke and dust rose to form a hazy shield that surrounded him in the middle, and there were constant flashes of fire in the smoke and dust, which was caused by the friction of the wind blades.
Arouca waved his heavy sword wildly and flew backward, the dazzling light of the sword like a shining silver shield in front of him. The supreme mage in the distance also reacted very quickly. With a chant and a wave of his staff, the light and shadow on the shields of the soldiers on both sides twisted, as if a translucent invisible wall had been raised, refracting the flying wind blades.
This defensive magic consumed a lot of energy, and the supreme mage did not give Medanzo a chance to break through them one by one. The formation of the guards on the left and right did not move, and it seemed that only Medanzo himself was at a disadvantage. If he did not throw out the other scroll, and if there were no other accidents, when the wind blades dissipated, Medanzo would have been caught.
The other scroll that Medanzo threw out was not offensive. It was a large-scale information disruption magic, and the surroundings instantly became dark, as if a thick fog had suddenly burst out and shrouded them. Not only could the naked eye see nothing, even detection magic was disrupted in an instant, and no one knew where he was.
As soon as he saw this, the supreme mage realized that Medanzo wanted to escape and immediately shouted, "No one move, hold your positions!" With a wave of the staff in his hand, a light fell and dispersed the thick fog in front of Arouca. The light hovered and was about to illuminate the thick fog layer by layer on the battlefield when suddenly there was a sharp and harsh sound from the camp, as if something had been cut in half by a sharper blade.
At the same time, someone shouted, "There's an assassin!" This shout was accompanied by a muffled thunder-like collision and stopped abruptly. Then there seemed to be a heavy object flying out with the sound of the wind, smashing many things, and then a cold voice said, "If you want the King's life, don't move, listen to my orders!"
The voice was not loud, and the speaker was also very young. When he spoke, it must have been accompanied by information transmission magic, and everyone inside and outside the camp could hear it clearly. The supreme mage and Arouca no longer cared about Medanzo, turned around and rushed back to the camp.
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The gorgeous animal skin tent at the very center of the camp had fallen at this moment, and it looked as if it had been directly cut in half by a huge sharp blade. In the courtyard surrounded by curtains in front of the tent, the large iron stove that had originally been placed there for barbecuing was also knocked away, pulling down the curtains and smashing down the two tents in front of it. When it stopped far away, it had been completely deformed.
The person who had knocked away the big iron stove turned out to be a person. He was the supreme warrior Affi, who was the King's bodyguard. At this moment, rust and charcoal dust were on his shoulders, and he was standing at the entrance of the tent with a long sword in his hand, even though the door of the tent was long gone.
The courtyard was in a mess, and the front and back of the tent had been split in half. However, everything in the front tent was still intact. The King's throne was upright, and on the table in front of the throne, there was a bed board that had been split in half. On one side of the bed was a naked beauty. It was the King's beloved concubine. She was trembling in fear as she wrapped herself in a blanket.
The King's bodyguards, servants, and two sixth-level mages all stood at the edge of the fallen tent, but no one dared to approach. The King Lucier was sitting on his throne with a horrified look on his face. His body was still trembling uncontrollably, not knowing whether it was from fear or from the cold. Because His Majesty was also naked, his bare shoulders and thighs were exposed. The man next to him was quite polite. He pulled out half of the bill and tossed it to Lucier.
Lucier clutched the half of the bed sheet tightly with both hands, as if grasping at a life-saving straw. Standing beside him was a young man wearing the same strange armour as Medanzo, holding a sharp dagger in his right hand against Lucier's shoulder.
The supreme mage accompanying the King, Celia, rushed back. She had already realized that the King had been kidnapped, and her first thought was to use teleportation magic to snatch the King back from the assassin's dagger, but she immediately dismissed the idea. Because she saw the assassin holding a grey scroll in his left hand, gently twirling it between his fingers, as if he would open it at any time.
Celia was knowledgeable, and she recognized at a glance that it was the legendary Tiamat's Wrath. If the kidnapping of the King failed, the assassin trapped in the camp would naturally die, but if he opened the scroll before he died, no one here, including the King and Lucia, would survive.
Celia was not sure that she could kill the assassin in one fell swoop before he opened the scroll. This assassin was able to sneak near the King's tent without anyone noticing and repel the supreme warrior Affi as soon as he made a move. He was definitely more difficult to deal with than the assassin outside. The atmosphere was tense to the extreme, but Celia calmed down instead. She stepped forward with her staff in hand and asked, "Strange warrior, how dare you? Who are you?"
The assassin smiled slightly, his smile was very hearty, and his teeth were very white. "You may have heard of my name. My name is Amon, and I am the commander of the An-Ra Legion of the Empire of Eygut. The person outside is my personal guard captain, Medanzo. You must also want to ask me why I am doing this, and what conditions will be met in order to release your Majesty the King? After hearing my name, I think there is no need to ask these questions anymore. I am here for the peace between the two countries, and I just want to sit down and have a good talk. "
Even as a supreme mage with deep concentration, Celia almost lost her balance. The assassin turned out to be the commander of the An-Ra Legion, Amon, a survivor of the Ducians.
At this time, the supreme warrior Arouca, who rushed back, shouted, "General Amon, I admire your courage, but do you really think that you can go back alive after coming here alone?"
Amon was still smiling. "Of course I want to go back alive. Before I came, I thought about it. His Majesty the King will protect me, right?"
This was said to Lucier. The King of Hittite also clearly saw the situation around him. Although the assassin was forcing him with his sword, he was also surrounded. In the hinterland behind the battle lines, if the assassin harmed his life, it would be impossible for him to escape. Lucier also regained a little calmness and said in a dignified tone, "General Amon, I can forgive your betrayal and offense, but since you are here to pray for peace, you should first put down your weapon and ask for my forgiveness."
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