Garona tilted her head, seemingly thinking about the meaning of the word 'king'.
Laing smiled. "If you think that the supreme leader of a force is the chief, alright. I think I'm the chieftain of the Storm Clan as you know it. "
Garona tilted her head to the other side, her face full of doubt.
"You don't look like one."
The simple and straightforward answer made Laing almost choke to death. This time, it was the two bastards Lothar and Fordragon who snickered.
Laing seemed to be quickly examining himself to ensure that his appearance was correct. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with his appearance, he asked, "Why don't you look like one?"
"Because you're weaker than Andoine! You're even weaker than the male next to you. " Garona pointed at Bolvar. "In our clan, only the strongest warrior is worthy of being the chief."
Laing was speechless!
Frankly speaking, as a busy king, Laing was also strict with himself, and trained his skills every day. Laing dared to say that he could easily defeat the kings of the other six human kingdoms.
Unfortunately, his strength could not compare to that of Lothar, who was currently recognized as the strongest human.
Duque had always thought that if the powerful first-generation Paladins were to appear in the future, they might not be able to defeat Lothar without the power of the Holy Light. Moreover, Lothar was now in his forties, and had long passed the most powerful age of a warrior. In fact, Lothar was still the most powerful at his peak.
In order to avoid the awkwardness of the topic, Lothar held back his laughter and stepped forward to smooth things over. "We humans do not determine who is the chief purely by force. If there's time in the future, we'll let you understand. Now, shouldn't we get down to business first? I heard that you brought Khadgar's corpse? "
"Ah, yes."
Khadgar's' corpse ', which was still warm, was carried in.
It was hard to believe that Khadgar was dead when he looked at the soft body that was not stiff and did not have livor mortis spots. Lothar stepped forward and could even feel a faint breath coming from his nostrils.
The old court mage by Laing 'side examined the corpse and said, "Khadgar is indeed dead. His soul is no longer there … This is the work of a demon."
Lothar could only nod.
At this moment, Garona said, "I also brought a message from Khadgar before he lost his soul."
"Oral message?"
"Yes, he said that Medivh's body might have been taken over by a demon, and that it was Medivh who opened the Dark Door and attracted us orcs."
"What!?" Laing and Andoine looked as if they had seen a ghost. Duque had just said that he wanted to attack Karazhan, and Garona came to be a witness?
If they weren't absolutely sure that Khadgar had been in Karazhan all this time and that Medivh had betrayed them a long time ago, they would have suspected that Duque had killed Khadgar and sent a female Beastwoman to testify against him.
Duke didn't say anything. He stood there with a wooden expression, a perfect performance of what it meant to be a wooden man.
He didn't need to say anything more. As a transmigrator, if he didn't even have the ability to profit from spoilers, then he couldn't be called a transmigrator who was familiar with history.
He knew very well what Laing and the others were thinking, but it didn't matter if Laing and the others were in awe of him or his so-called teacher, the Hundred-Handed Reaper. Anyway, there was only one master and disciple. Whoever gained fame would definitely benefit Duque.
There was only one thing on his mind now: how to successfully attack Karazhan and kill Medivh.
As Duque had expected, Garona took out a book of "evidence."
It was a magic book that emitted a strange aura.
The protruding cover of the Dragon Bone Ring was glowing with faint arcane energy. The ripples spread out in all directions like ripples on water. All the ripples formed a net, which in turn absorbed the light and heat from the surroundings back into the magic book, forming a subtle small cycle.
More importantly, for no reason, everyone felt the aura of fate.
It was a very mysterious feeling. It was as if their future and all their hopes were on this book. However, as soon as they were more than a meter away from the book, they couldn't feel anything.
This magic book told everyone that it was different from the others in this way.
"This is …" The aura that flowed out from the magic book shocked even the court mage that Laing trusted the most.
Garona handed the book to the guard, who then presented it to the court mage.
Sure enough, Laing and the others saw that there was not only information about astral travel, but also a lot of information about the Dark Portal. Khadgar even used labels to annotate the key pages.
The old court mage muttered to himself, "The information should be real, but my only question now is — there are at least 100,000 magic books in Karazhan's library. How could a mere Khadgar easily find this … evidence?"
Garona was confused. She couldn't understand the doubts of these humans. Didn't Khadgar say that as long as he took out this book, he would be able to convince the chief of the Storm Clan that Medivh was the culprit?
At this time, Duque's voice suddenly rang out.
"Maybe this is a backup plan of the Tirisfal Council. I don't believe that the old cunning fellows of the Tirisfal Council would be so stupid as to let Medivh capture them all after receiving the warning, and not put up any effective resistance. "
Laing and Andoine both gave Duque a look that said, "You're really amazing." Duque was like a beacon of light in their lives. Every time they were lost, Duque would jump out and point them in the right direction.
The old court mage nodded. "It's very possible. According to the information I received, Medivh tricked the six of them into coming to Karazhan under the name of a powerful demon appearing in Karazhan, and he needed the council's help. But … how can we prove this? "
"Can I take a look at the magic book?" Duque asked.
Laing nodded lightly.
So, Duque held the thick magic book and started pacing left and right. Duque couldn't understand the magic book itself. It was encrypted in elven language, and even 99% of the elves wouldn't be able to understand it.
He was waiting for an opportunity.
As he paced back and forth, he moved the magic book closer to Khadgar's left arm.
Then …
A "miracle" happened.
A mysterious shadow in a black robe appeared in front of everyone in the meeting hall. He waved in Khadgar's direction, guiding him over. Khadgar's response was his left arm that was glowing.
The old court mage muttered to himself, "Yes! That's right! This is it! The mark of the Tirisfal Council! Only people who work for the council have a magic mark! It attracted the council's backup. Oh! Damn, could this be Alody's aura? "
"Alody?" Laing and Andoine's curiosity was about to explode.
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