Casting spells

As the saying goes, there is no impenetrable wall in the world, especially since Vilia has only been on the throne for a short time, and there has not been a big purge yet, so many people in the court are still loyal to the old king.

Relying on their skilled political skills, the lost nobles soon realized that the earth-shattering explosion was actually a weapon, a consumable that could be made with the help of a spellcaster.

After figuring this out, including Wenger V, who was under semi-house arrest, he couldn't help but start to make some moves, and his heart that had been quiet was like a raging flame.

There is no doubt that he was not willing to withdraw from the political arena as a loser, let alone give up the rights of the king.

He longs for revenge!

Eager to prove himself again, he is still the great king who brought decades of prosperity to the kingdom, not a mediocre king who lost his power and humiliated the country and lost more than half of his land.

……

Just as the dark tide was surging in the kingdom's capital city, Isolt quietly left the center of the vortex, returned to the top floor of the magic tower, bent down and bowed deeply to the object of his allegiance: "Master, I have followed According to your orders, set up the stage."

"Oh? So fast!" Zhang Cheng asked casually.

"Yes! The plan is much smoother than I imagined. As mentioned in a book in the library, mortals can never get rid of the domination of greed and desire, even if they know that these two things will have disastrous consequences. As far as I know, there are at least three forces that are secretly trying to win over and buy the personnel involved in the production. When the first war is over, the number will increase, and the temptation will become greater and greater. I don’t I feel that those few apprentices will give up a lot of wealth, rights and status that are easy to get for the sake of illusory loyalty."

When he said these words, Isolt's tone was full of sarcasm, but also a little sad.

Because he is also a member of the mortals, and he can't stand the temptation, otherwise he wouldn't become this powerful servant like a god in front of him now.

As a smart person, he is very clear that from the moment the agreement is reached, he has no chance to get rid of control, except to obediently obey orders.

Sensing the complex psychological activities of the old man, Zhang Cheng nodded expressionlessly: "You are right. But don't forget, there are some guys among ordinary people who can make everyone's predictions at certain special moments and special occasions. They can refuse the temptation of beauty, they can ignore the huge wealth, and they can give up their superior status, just for the strong sense of justice in their hearts, or for mission, responsibility, love, family affection, friendship, etc. Stuff. In my opinion, without them in a story, the whole story would be lackluster."

"So...you want a hero?" Isolt subconsciously widened his eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Hahahaha! That's right! A hero! A hero who dares to stand up at a critical moment and save the world with unparalleled courage when everyone is in despair. How about it, can you help me find such a hero?" Zhang Cheng Laughing and standing up, he picked up a beautifully shaped long sword exuding huge magical energy from the shelf.

This sword is so beautiful, and the runes on the surface that others can't read are constantly flashing. Even people who don't know how to know it will understand that its value cannot be measured by money.

Artifact!

A real artifact!

Artifacts with self-awareness!

Isolt opened his mouth wide in surprise, and asked with a wry smile after a long time, "Is this the weapon you prepared for the hero?"

Zhang Cheng nodded without thinking: "Yes! Since he is a hero, he must have a weapon worthy of him. How about it, have I considered it carefully? Of course, this weapon cannot be handed over easily. To go out, he needs to go through a series of cruel and dangerous trials. Release the news for me, saying that an ancient ruin was found in the forest, which exudes amazing magical energy, and it is likely that powerful magic items are hidden."

"Then, a large number of adventurers and various forces will send people for this news. Among them, those who successfully get this long sword will become your chosen hero?" Isolt seemed to understand something, and took the initiative The second half of the sentence.

At this moment, he finally understood that his master wanted to play a game, a classic game between the brave and the devil.

Only this time, the power of the Demon King is beyond imagination, and the brave man is just a pawn, a chess piece that is manipulated and manipulated, and it cannot escape the control of the Demon King no matter what.

"You guessed half right. What I want is not just a game, but also many interesting experiments. Whether it is data collection, or a test of human nature. I like to see people's expressions when they are full of hope and despair, I prefer to see the degeneration or sublimation of the soul. Well, go and do your work, from today, you, like Aarons, have the right to enter and exit the library at any time."

After all, Zhang Cheng put the long sword back on the shelf and waved his hand lightly, and began to think about what kind of ruins should be built, what kind of puzzles should be created, and what kind of monsters should be prevented to test these "heroes" .

For him, it's a very fun way to pass the time.

After all, with an almost endless lifespan, he always has to find a way to pass the boring time.

"Thank you for your kindness and generosity! I swear, I will never betray you, and I will never disappoint you." After getting what he dreamed of, Isolt hurriedly knelt down excitedly, his old hands shaking constantly.

The endless magical knowledge in the library is a treasure he longed for a long time ago, and now he can finally get his wish...

Chapter 88 Spreading the News

The war between the Kingdom of Annoya and the Principality of Polk broke out very quickly without any warning.

But what's interesting is that the end was also very fast. From the beginning of the battle to the final end, it took less than half a day in total.

To be exact, the real fighting part is just a few minutes.

As weapons beyond the understanding of this planet's civilization were put into actual combat, the nobles and soldiers of the Principality of Polk had lost more than half of their troops before they could react to what happened.

Without any accidents, the surviving guys didn't even think about it, they just turned around and started fleeing wildly.

Some of them may be very brave and not very afraid of death, but in the face of a force that human beings cannot contend with, everything is in vain.

Besides running away, do they have any other choice?

If it weren't for the purpose of reducing unnecessary consumption as much as possible, traditional cavalry was used in the subsequent pursuit battle, and there might not even be a single survivor on the battlefield.

But even so, the Polk Principality's high-level officials were almost wiped out. Dozens of famous nobles who had lasted for hundreds of years faced the dilemma of having no heirs, and the entire country was also facing the risk of order collapse.

The risk is not from outside invaders, but from mass deaths of elites from within.

In this backward world where the dissemination of knowledge and information is very slow, the time, energy, and consumption required to cultivate a talent are enough to wear down a small businessman with a good income. Once a large number of elite talents die, the country will face difficulties in maintaining administrative effective functioning of the organization.

As a feudal country with feudal nobles as the main body, the death of a large number of nobles in the Duchy of Polk directly made it impossible to organize a decent resistance in the rear.

And even if some families tried to rely on strong castles to resist, due to the lack of prestigious and convincing candidates, they failed to unite and were defeated one by one.

As the principality's capital was occupied, the surrounding people who had been eyeing for a bargain were suddenly shocked to find that the kingdom they regarded as fat had actually hidden such a terrible trump card.

All of a sudden, countless spies disguised as various identities came to the capital of the kingdom one after another, and began to inquire about the mysterious weapons in private.

Of course, in the eyes of ordinary people, these are just conversations after dinner, and they are more concerned about the news about ancient ruins and treasures in the market.

……

In an inconspicuous tavern, more than a dozen fully armed adventurers were gathering together, exchanging information with each other while toasting and drinking.

One of the men, who seemed to be quite old, raised his head and drank the drink in the cup, then grinned and said, "Guys! You know? I have a hunch that we will make a fortune this time. "

"Oh? How do you know that we will definitely make a fortune?" Another young man blinked his eyes curiously.

"Hahahaha! Don't you know that ancient legend? The legend about the holy sword?" The man laughed and asked back.

The young man hurriedly shook his head: "No, I haven't heard of it. What is a holy sword?"

"The holy sword is a powerful artifact! It is said that in ancient times, a certain god personally forged it and gave it to an unknown hero. With the incomparable power of the holy sword, this hero not only defeated the invincible army of undead, And he also killed the mighty Dragon King. In order to prevent the holy sword from falling into the wrong hands, the hero built a mausoleum before the temporary. Now, his soul is guarding the holy sword in the tomb, waiting for the next A heroic successor comes."

Not far away, a mysterious man covered in a hood took the initiative to give an answer.

"Could it be that this ruin is the tomb of the unknown hero?!" The young man stood up excitedly.

As a saying goes, every intelligent life hides a dream of becoming a hero deep in its heart. This is a manifestation of sociality, and it is a proof of the desire to be recognized and praised by the same kind. Few people can resist it lure.

Especially young people who like fantasy, as long as you give them a little hope and encouragement, they will become enthusiastic, even if they risk their lives.

"Sorry, I'm just a scholar. I can't be sure if the ruins are real before I see them with my own eyes." The mysterious man responded without looking up.