Chapter 56 Crazy for Love

A few hours ago, outside the holy mist of Fuguang Island.

Dozens of Kamavia's densely packed warships carry thousands of troops across the Eternal Sea.

On the main ship named "Iron Rider", Hecarim stood on the bow of the ship, swiped a knife across the neck of an innocent sailor captured from the Serpent Islands, and kicked him into the sea, with a trace of pleasure and cruelty flashing across his face.

expression.

The deck under Hecarim's feet had already solidified a large amount of blood, proving that this was not the first person he had killed.

"Lord Hecarim." An old, deep voice sounded behind Hecarim.

Hecarim suddenly calmed down his expression, frowned and turned his head to look.

Counselor Nuño Necrite, who had long wrinkles, sunken eyes, and was basically unsmiling, walked over with his body hunched over.

"Lord Nekrit."

Hecarim nodded in greeting, put the bloody sword back into its scabbard, waved casually, and all the Iron Legion soldiers around him retreated.

He glanced past the old man and glanced at the chariot parked on the upper deck, then looked away and looked into Nekrit's cloudy eyes.

Wearing a trident crown, a black breastplate, and a purple-black exquisite king's robe, Foyego walked out of the room deep in the royal chariot and looked around.

He paused for a moment and then added: "However, I remember a magic item that can dispel the fog... It is matched with the once-lost Holy Lord Michael and is hidden deep in the Kamavian Secret Vault."

Nekrit closed his eyes and concentrated, muttering something in his mouth, but making no sound.

Within a moment, Nekrit suddenly opened his eyes, the turbidity in his eyes was gone, and the blue light was dazzling, completely covering up the light of the torch.

"The Iron Order will search every corner of their city."

He was shouting at the top of his lungs like a child who got his favorite toy. No one's excitement could surpass Foego's at this moment.

An old fox half-buried!

Hecarim cursed in his mind.

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There are still only the golems and the undead bone dragons watching eagerly and waiting, but there is nothing else.

Nekrit shook his head, "I have tried several magic artifacts, and now I have roughly analyzed that the energy of this mist is arcane energy in nature. There is nothing I can do for the time being."

"Dear monarch or parliamentary leader of your country, I am here today because your island is famous for its virtuous people. I just ask you masters not to hide it and to teach me generously!"

Nekrit took a sharp breath, opened and closed his left and right hands that lit up with the same blue-white light, and drew mysterious and complex patterns in front of him.

Nekrit nodded, "Did Lord Hecarim get any words from the sailors of the Serpent Islands?"

The night sky is silent.

"Blessed Light Island...Water of Life! Isulde, you are saved!"

In order to be able to plunder this island, Hecarim brought a considerable amount of treasures "stolen" from the Kamavian treasury before leaving, so as to prepare for any trouble, and placed them in the warehouse on the back of the Swift Crab Beast.

Hecarim, who was already furious because Foego knelt down and begged, slandered him: "Your Majesty! You act like this, but these untouchables refuse to even see you. They really don't take you seriously!

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"The dragon we brought has been silent for a while."

Suppressing the murderous intention in his heart, Hecarim still smiled gently on his face, and said: "I have ordered the Iron Legion to bring all the remaining magic items in the treasury. If Lord Nekrit needs it, I will send him immediately.

I'm going to look for the Swift Crab."

The soldiers did not dare to take a breath, only the restless hooves of the war horses trampled on the marble floor.

To everyone's surprise, he knelt down directly facing the conspicuous Shining Light Tower on the upper floor, with his hands open in a humble and pleading gesture.

Hecarim had already mounted his fully armed black horse with iron coats and mail, waving the strange-looking curved sword and halberd in his hand, pacing back and forth in front of the chariot.

Nekrit seemed to be hinting at something, but from his always stern face, Hecarim could not see through his true thoughts.

This giant sword has a smooth and slender appearance. The first section of the sword is inlaid with a dark green gem, and the second section of the handle is like a silver cross. The connecting center and port are cast with a golden symmetrical pommel.

On the Iron Cavalry, Nekrit stood at the bow of the ship, holding in his hand a golden bell about the size of a palm, which was sent by the Iron Regiment and engraved with complex and wonderful patterns.

Afterwards, Foego, with tears streaming down his face, bowed and begged:

"Kamavia is a huge country that has been inherited for thousands of years. The kings of the past generations have never knelt down. Today, in order to save my queen who is seriously poisoned, I am here to kneel down and beg you. Not as a king, but simply.

As a man who loves his wife...

Then, Foego immediately ran to the captain and grabbed his collar with both hands, "Quick! Immediately! Send my order, let's land on the island!!"

When the last stroke of the pattern was completed, I heard a light and distant sound, like a bell ringing in the depths of my soul, ringing loudly in the depths of the thick white mist.

Among the golems, the Kamavian dragon, which had lost its voice in the afternoon, stood out, but now it had almost no flesh and blood, leaving only a skeleton.

At the same time that Kamavian soldiers landed from the ring port, almost all the golems were activated from standby, as if connected to the wireless network to synchronize data, and faced the Kamavian army in unison.

Later, Hecarim complimented: "It seems that if you want to enter Blessed Island, you have to rely on you, Lord Nekrit."

Nekrit climbed onto the chariot on the body made of common soldiers, stood beside Foyego, and shouted loudly across the avenue of scholars that led straight up in front of him, with no one in sight:

"The King of Kamavia, Fogo Santiarul Morach of Kala Hegayari, is here! My king is the holder of the King's Blade Mu Qing, the Queen of Lions, the Lord of the East,

And the winner of the battle on the plains!

"My king is coming to your island in person. Where is your king or leader of the parliament? Why don't you show up quickly to receive him?!"

But the blazing red light in the pair of sunken eyes, as well as the dark death energy and dim red light wrapped around the scaly skin clinging to the keel, are enough to show that it still maintains some unknown "active" state.

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In the rear, dozens of common soldiers who followed Foego carried the royal chariot up to the ground and lowered it down.

He waved his curved-edged sword and halberd, turned back and looked coldly at the demon puppets blocking the ship port, "Please allow me to lead the Iron Regiment and destroy this city-state!"

"How about it? Have you found a way to break through this fog?"

Immediately afterwards, the holy mist in front of everyone seemed to be pulled from the middle to both sides by invisible hands, directly tearing open a hole that was enough for dozens of Kamavian warships to pass through at the same time.

"You mean... Michael's Crucible?" Hecarim frowned.

Hecarim stood side by side with him, "Maybe it has burst into the mist and started killing."

"Be careful, Your Majesty, those untouchables seem to have known about our coming in advance, and specially arranged these magic puppets to prevent you from obtaining the water of life!"

I heard that there is a magical mist surrounding Fuguang Island, making it impossible for outsiders to enter.

"Please, save her, save my beautiful Isulde!"

And the island of Utopia that everyone longs for is just around the corner.

Foego, who didn't get any reply, was disheartened and stood up again with the help of Nekrit.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Hecarim's mouth, and a fleeting cold and bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes.

Foego, who was attracted by the joyful breathing of the Iron Legion soldiers, had just stepped out of the chariot. His eyes immediately widened and ecstasy appeared on his face.

Foego pushed Nekrit away and walked to the front of the chariot, with a gentle smile on his face. He was no longer gloomy as before, like a perfect monarch who governs the country with grace and courtesy.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the sea breeze is gradually rising.

Tonight, the lonely and boundless Eternal Sea has a more noisy atmosphere with the addition of the Kamavian fleet.

Seeing this scene, Hecarim and Nekrit, who had just stood on the ground, frowned at the same time.

He just stretched out the hand holding the Michael's Cauldron and opened his palm. The yellow bell itself was covered with blue-white light and suddenly rose into the sky, making a bright tail mark in the dark night sky, as if it had fallen from the sky into the mortal world.

meteor.

No response.

Among them, there is the former Kamavian treasure, the legendary magic bell that can eliminate all curses - Michael's Crucible.

Nekrit had seen everything the Iron Legion did from beginning to end, but this veteran of two dynasties who had served the Black Gayari royal family for decades turned a blind eye to their actions.

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"That magic item can guide the spiritual magic of the spiritual world and react strangely with arcane energy. If I have it, I think I should be able to open the fog."

"Maybe." Nekrit glanced at Hecarim, "But if everyone on Blessed Light Island dies, we may not get news about the Water of Life. If your Majesty is to blame..."

However, in fact, most of the charlatans were people arranged by Hecarim just to steal the treasures of the royal capital Alovedra to the Iron Keep, which belonged to him and the Iron Order.

Hecarim didn't know where this old guy stood, but keeping him would definitely be a threat to his future rule.

"There is no news about the first 27 people, and I have no hope for the remaining ones."

Nekrit remained silent, stepping on the bloodstains on the ground to the side of the boat, and looked at the towering holy mist in the distance.

Fortunately, the "Michael's Crucible" Necrit needs is among the treasures.

As time passed by, the smile on Foyego's face gradually disappeared and turned into an expression of fear and sorrow.

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Although most of Kamavia's treasures were apparently due to Foego's gullible faith in the charlatans, he rewarded them with them as treasures, thereby overdrafting the accumulated national power for thousands of years.

His right hand poured down to the right, and a silver giant sword with two handles appeared out of thin air in Foego's hand.
To be continued...