First Wizarding World War

Claire turned around and left without any hesitation. When he landed in the military camp, he found Charlotte and whispered, "We, the Saints, will definitely be targeted by Viscount Constantine and will definitely not be able to leave, but you are still a mid-level. If you leave now, you still have a chance to escape."

"Go back to Strasbourg and give my parents a message, just say..."

"Claire Brittany loves them forever!"

Abner Su Mei also looked depressed. He handed a cufflink to Charlotte and said, "Please give this to my family too!"

Charlotte took a deep breath and said, "We are friends! Although I know that at this time, I shouldn't..."

Claire reached out and patted his shoulder and said, "Everyone has his own responsibilities! Charlotte, we I know what kind of person you are. It's time for you to leave this time."

Just as Charlotte was about to say a few more words, she heard an ordinary voice coming from a very far distance: "Constantine, your Phoenix General Breathing Method has been cultivated to the peak. There is no way forward. You actually played tricks on the meditation method. What's the point of using it to scare young people?"

Claire and Abner's faces showed the relief of surviving the disaster. The two hugged Charlotte and cried with joy. Claire shouted: "It's my uncle, my uncle, the Count of Brittany, who is here. We are fine."

Abner also slapped Charlotte's shoulder hard. This guy was a captain of ten thousand cavalry after all. He had a strong hand and almost slapped Charlotte to vomit blood. Fortunately, Charlotte was still strong.

Charlotte looked up at the sky and saw a black line cutting the atmosphere and splitting the sky. Wherever it passed, the whole sky seemed to be divided in half.

Although it doesn't look as magnificent as the birds and birds in the sky, but in fact, the momentum is not inferior at all, and there is even a sense of pride.

The two sides may be hundreds of kilometers apart, but the spirit, will, momentum and killing intent have been exchanged in the air, which is more exciting than any holy-level battle Charlotte has ever seen.

This is the peak battle of the holy level!

The countless birds in the sky mountain suddenly stagnated, and then formed a majestic face. This face was unexpectedly young, and it looked only more than 30 years old. Viscount Constantine manipulated the face formed by the birds, hummed softly, shook the atmosphere, and sent the voice far away: "Brittany! Haven't you made no progress in all these years?"

"I heard that you have started to look for suitable weapons. Isn't it a joke that we still need to rely on external objects?"

The black line swept straight over the sky of Sedona City, and a handsome and chic middle-aged uncle appeared. He was wearing a noble's ordinary clothes, with a simple style, as if he was walking in his own garden, and he behaved calmly, without any tension.

Count Brittany smiled and said, "Why do you make yourself younger?"

"You are in your 40s. No matter how you pretend, you can't be really young."

The face controlled by Viscount Constantine was slightly low, and he said, "It's just some side effects of cultivation."

The top masters of the two empires, although they were fighting with words, had no intention of fighting. Both of them knew that their duel was not a simple matter. It might be related to the rise and fall of the two empires. Once someone fell, at least the entire battle line would collapse, and it might even affect the overall situation!

Well, the two of them are actually the overall situation.

They knew each other well and knew that even if they let go of the battle, they would not be able to decide the winner in a short time. This kind of battle is meaningless, so it is better to save some energy.

After Viscount Constantine said these words, the birds in the sky quietly dispersed as they appeared.

Count Brittany also landed in the military camp under the city.

Charlotte had a feeling that the next step should be his "highlight moment".

He was quite nervous.

At this moment, Charlotte's attention was all on the Count of Brittany, but in her peripheral vision, she could still see that Krel and Abner both took a step back tacitly and gave the C position to her.

These two had no good intentions!

Well, let's not talk about friends at this moment.

The old leopard man Domitian hid consciously.

The golden goat Herolf couldn't hide at all, so he could only stand behind Charlotte. If he had a choice, he would rather kneel down than stand upright!

If he had the Queen Bee or St. Michael's Island in hand, why would the golden goat Herolf be afraid of a mere Count of Brittany?

But now the old goat is more than afraid?

He is even afraid!

The most terrifying thing is that he doesn't know when Charlotte Mecklen will spit out a sentence: "Go!"

He has to pounce on it like a mad dog.

But facing the Count of Brittany, only death is waiting for him!

And it won't be a peaceful death.

As expected, the Earl of Brittany ignored anyone and just walked to Charlotte and asked casually, "Are you the Charlotte that Anne often mentioned to me?"

Charlotte wanted to answer, "No!"

But in this situation, he could only bite the bullet and say, "Charlotte Mecklen! Now..."

The Earl of Brittany said lightly, "Don't tell me about your long list of political identities. There are too many words and it doesn't make any sense."

Charlotte nodded hurriedly, racking her brains to come up with a sentence: "How is Anne recently?"

The Earl of Brittany said lightly, "Very well, she often mentions you in front of me."

Charlotte suddenly felt that she had asked a stupid question!

Anne would definitely say something nice about him, but the more Anne said so, the more serious the old earl's rebellious psychology might be.

Charlotte wanted to make amends and hurriedly said, "I miss Anne from time to time."

The eyes of the Earl of Brittany suddenly turned cold, and Charlotte felt that the whole world dimmed by a shade. This kind of pressure was really not much worse than facing the evil god directly.

After all, the evil god was just a breath, but the Earl of Brittany was right in front of him.

Count Brittany said calmly: "Do you occasionally think about Meni or Princess Mei?"

"I heard that you generously gave each of them a ship."

The sweat on Charlotte's forehead immediately flowed down, and he couldn't stop it. He squeezed out all the wisdom of two lives and said something that could make the Virgin Dragon sound: "I think those two ships are not worthy of Anne."

Count Brittany looked at Charlotte deeply and said: "There are not many young people who can brag so openly in front of me."

Claire quietly took a half step back. He was the young man who didn't dare to brag openly in the earl's words.

Abner Su Mei also took a half step back, and he was also...

Both of them could only pray silently for Charlotte.

This bull is too big, they can't think of it, how will Charlotte make it up next?