Knight with Wand

"Canis! Are you okay? I'm glad you're okay." Seeing his eldest son being captured, Baron Gunnar almost stood up.

But he was surprised to find that his son was not restricted by the Thorn Flower Family in any way. Even under the wide cloak, not only was there no shackles, but he was also wearing armor and carrying a sword, and even the weapon was not removed.

"Father, I have something to worry about. And it's very serious! We were used by someone. Someone wanted me to die in the prison cell of the Thorn Flower Family, and then use the angry Wolf Family as a knife in their hands."

Canis gritted his teeth and stared at the direction of the side seat. He raised his hand and pointed at the northern warlock: "Lord Trosa, the wizard named Mette! He 'almost' succeeded in murdering me. I ask you to allow me to arrest and deal with him personally!"

"What? Mette wants to kill you?" Baron Gunnar followed his son's direction and looked over there in doubt.

Trosa also raised his eyebrows at this sudden accusation.

The noble lords and knights present all looked at the frowning Warlock Mete in an uproar.

"Father, he didn't just 'want' to kill me, but he had already tried. That night, this guy used witchcraft to pretend to help escape from prison, so that I could get rid of the guards. He also used the excuse of helping me break the shackles to make me relax, sneaked into the cell and pierced my chest with a spear. If it weren't for my good luck and my recovery, what would appear in front of you now is my corpse!" Cannis made an angry sound in his throat, and his right hand pressed on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Wait, Lord Cannis, is there any misunderstanding?" Hilgard felt the signs of the coming storm, and couldn't help but stand up, turned his head and asked his old friend beside him: "What's going on?"

"Master Mete, what do you have to say about Cannis's accusation?" Trosa looked at the northern warlock with a headache. There were too many unexpected things today.

Mette narrowed his eyes, not looking at the furious Cannis, but at the young knight named "Leon" beside him.

Seeing the 180-year-old old Biden's eyes, Leon stared back calmly.

This old guy showed so much goodwill at the beginning that he never thought that a northern warlock who seemed to be an outsider would assassinate Cannis to frame him.

Fortunately, he didn't need the help of a famous detective to solve the case. Ms. Aphrodite's magic could directly let the victim get up from the ground and identify the murderer.

Mette's face remained calm. He looked at everyone's eyes and had to stand up with his spear stick to face the young master of the Wolf family who wanted to split him in half.

Those damn Atias people, damn "Hundred Heads".

Helping them a little bit brought him such a big disaster!

But it was a fact that Cannis was dead. No matter how incredible the scene in front of him was, Cannis must have been dead at that time.

Even the high priest of the Holy Sun Church cannot bring back the dead body whose soul has dissipated.

In front of him is a dead spirit or illusion summoned by magic. Mette didn't know which wizard could actually call back a ghost with reason, but as long as it was still magic, there might be room for maneuver.

"I don't need to argue! Lord Trosa, I have no grudges against Lord Canis, so how could I harm him secretly? In fact, the one standing in front of you is just a 'fake' created by magic, and he is not the real Canis." Mette said righteously.

Then he pointed to Leon: "There is a sorcerer who is proficient in magic in the Farolis family. He is now manipulating witchcraft creations to play tricks on you and slander me."

Since the relationship has been completely torn apart, Mette naturally doesn't want to help the little knight conceal his identity as a spellcaster.

Although this can't really affect the other party, it can at least clear some of his suspicion.

But General Trosa, who was at the head, was furious when he heard this: "Master Mette, you told me before that the Faroris family had no suspicion of violating the witchcraft law, and now you change your testimony? Are you fooling me?"

Leon sneered at Mette: "Are you angry and talking nonsense? Canis is standing here with flesh and blood, and you say he is fake? Then we are all fake?"

The earl's advisor Hilgard was completely confused. He mobilized the magic in his eyes and looked back and forth at the young master of the Wolf family in the field, but he didn't see any trace of illusion in the other party.

Whether it was the appearance or the magic characteristics on his body, there was no doubt that he was a living person in front of him.

Putting away the magic in his eyes, Hilgard was at a loss and did not speak rashly to help any party. He just looked at his old friend beside him in silence.

Assassinate Canis? Did the old friend live too long and go crazy? Why did he try to murder a noble who had no grudges with the association?

Hilgard couldn't imagine how much of an impact the sorcerer association would have once the charges were proven.

It was taboo for the sorcerers of the association restricted by the law to intervene in the disputes of the lords within the kingdom, let alone assassinate them personally?

"It's useless to say more! Whether it's fake or not, you will know it after I break this forged witchcraft!"

Mette knew that only by proving that Canis in front of him was not a real person, no matter whether it was a ghost or an illusion, as long as the other party's spell was removed, these nobles who didn't understand the principles of magic would still be deceived by his explanation.

Hilgard was even less likely to risk the association being charged with crimes and expose his lies. After overcoming the current difficulties and returning to the northern fortress, he would explain the whole story to his old friend.

Without waiting for everyone to react, Mette tightly grasped the magic wand and immediately pointed the spear blade with magical light at Canis.

(Lorelite)

".In the name of Yin Nie, the King of Death, I order you to return! Sleep deeply, the shadow of the past that should not wake up!"

The long spell in the warlock's mouth was recited so fast that he could hardly hear the passage. The spell to counter undead magic carried a torrent of magic power with gray, white and black lights, and headed straight for Canis ahead.

The young master of the Wolf family swung his cloak and jumped back to avoid it, but was still surrounded by the incoming magic light spots.

Seeing the warlock casting spells without authorization, Trossa angrily yelled: "You are so outrageous! Stop it!"

All the lords in the military tent stood up instantly, and the martial knights behind them also drew their swords one after another, waiting for the general's order to take down the bold warlock.

Baron Gray Wolf also led the knights to protect his eldest son.

Seeing the sudden commotion in the military tent, Hilgard tightened his grip on the hammer staff and frowned.

Others present did not understand magic and did not understand the Lorelite language, but as a warlock, Hilgard knew that the spell his old friend cast was not a spell to break illusions.

It's a technique specifically designed to counter the undead!

Does that mean that Met himself thinks that it is the undead of Katniss? Doesn't it mean that Met knows that Katniss is right in front of him? Isn't this almost acquiescing to the other party's accusation?

The moment the count's warlock advisor caught a glimpse of the truth, he was hesitant about whether he should stop the other party and who he should help.

Black, white and gray magic light spots entangled Canis's body before everyone could react.

Leon pulled out his sword and glanced at Canis, who was guarded by the Wolf family's knights, slightly worriedly.

It's not that I'm worried about the life and death of the young master of the Lang family.

It’s not that I’m afraid that the spirit formed by the Neti card will be destroyed.

According to Laura, even if she created this black and degraded version of the Neti Card, only a mage of the same level as she was before her death could study and understand it and try to interfere with the stability of the Neti Card's spirit body.

Leon was worried that Mate used an attack technique to directly and forcibly defeat Canis. If he died like the living, the spirit body would naturally turn into the form of the Neti card again.

Fortunately, he saw a glimmer of light on Canis's wolf-patterned plate armor, and he felt a little at ease. The armor had the effect of resisting attacking magic. He had learned it himself. At this moment, after being reshaped by the Neti Card Ceremony, it turned into Part of the spirit body was restored to its pre-injury state.

"Everyone, please calm down and look at this Katniss." Meter's voice stopped mid-sentence.

The light-colored magic light surrounding Canis dissipated, and the spell to dispel the dead souls did not react at all.

But seeing the magic patterns lighting up on the young master of the Wolf family's armor, he seemed to think that this was the reason. Matt became anxious and argued with everyone again: "Everyone, wait a moment, that armor has a magic-breaking effect, and it prevents me from attacking." To destroy the illusion, just peel it off.”

"Enough! Wizard, this is the treasured armor inherited by my Gunnar family! Since it is now worn on my son, how can it be an illusion?"

Baron Gunnar came to his son, reached out and patted Canis's cheek to confirm the feeling.

Katniss smiled bitterly back at his father. He could not tell his closest relatives what had really happened.

Baron Gray Wolf leaned over and asked in an inaudible voice in his eldest son's ear: "Son, how old were you when you last wet the bed?"

When Cannis heard his father ask about his childhood embarrassments, his expression was complicated, but he understood the priorities. The young master of the Wolf family moved his mouth and replied awkwardly: "Eleven."

Okay, this must be his eldest son, no bullshit witchcraft.

Baron Gray Wolf no longer had any doubts, and he didn't want to continue listening to Meter's nonsense. He looked at Count Trossa angrily: "General! If you don't give the order, then please forgive the Gunnar family and take it upon themselves to capture this place." The madman who tried to kill my son!"

The knights of the Lang family who stood in front of the master and the young master raised their swords and pointed directly at Matt.

The Earl of Stag also lost his last patience with the warlock.

"Mate, I promise that I won't hurt you at all until I find out the truth. I will put down my wand and let you go. I will only warn you for the last time. And Hilgard, old friend, I have wronged you and you must be questioned temporarily." Trossa Get up.

After hearing the lord's intention, the knights of the Buck family immediately surrounded the two warlocks.

Met looked around at the knights with evil eyes and closed his eyes helplessly.

Hilgard beside him admitted his innocence, but did not resist and handed the hammer staff to the knight in front of him.

Hilgard did not want to intensify the opinions of the nobles against the Warlock Association. No matter why Mete did such a crazy thing, he must disassociate himself from the association and this matter as soon as possible.

"Master, don't force me to be rude to you." The leading knight of the Lu family grabbed Met's staff and saw that the other party did not let go, so he couldn't help but persuade him.

After all these years, it was because of such a trivial matter. With a self-deprecating smile in his heart, Mate opened his cold eyes.

Suddenly aware of the gathering of magic power beside her, Hilgard's eyes widened: "Mate!!"

"Go away, you ordinary people who are proud of themselves." Met shouted to the knight in front of him.

Boom——!

Strong explosions and flashes of light spread with Met as the center, like a ball of sunshine erupting from the top of the warlock's spear staff.

Everyone in the military tent couldn't help but cover their faces to block the dazzling light, but the impact of the incoming air wave also knocked all the knights in the military tent away.

The huge military tent fell apart with a loud crack, and the guards outside the tent were overturned by the sudden shock wave.

The soldiers in the distance heard the noise and cast their eyes in shock.

When they saw the knights and nobles crashing through the thick tent like scattered flowers and flying out, and the general's tent collapsed, the soldiers of the Lu family couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Protect the general!"

The camp was suddenly filled with trumpets, and the long-halberd guards wearing heavy armor rushed to the center of the explosion.

Leon flipped his body in mid-air, propped up the ground before landing, and landed sideways with his feet. The greaves and steel boots dragged two footprints on the ground with the force of the shock wave.

As soon as he stopped, he drew his sword and stood up to search for the figure of his boss.

But the Lord of Thorns was not a weak person, and his landing posture was easier than his, and the other knights of Faroris had already guarded the Lord.

The noble lords who participated in the arbitration meeting basically had martial arts skills. Even if a few of them were not at the average level of knights, they were only thrown out by the sudden impact and were in a more awkward posture, but no one was injured.

Hilgard steadied himself, flicked his sleeves, and waved at the long hammer magic wand that flew eight feet away.

The heavy steel staff returned to his palm with a whirr, and the warlock consultant immediately mobilized magic power, and a series of rune lights lit up on the long-handled nail hammer.

Hilgard pointed the war hammer at his old friend, stared in disbelief and shouted: "Mette? Are you crazy?"

If the great knight Kailan had not been left by Trosa in Mamor County to command the army, Mette's sudden attack just now would probably have been separated from his head.

Hilgard didn't understand why his old friend suddenly attacked.

Even if he was imprisoned and convicted, as long as he was still alive, with the mediation of Earl North and various means within the association, it was not impossible to hide from the public and escape from prison and punishment. Outsiders didn't know, how could Mette not know?

There was still room for everything. The association would definitely not sit idly by and watch a warlock master being easily executed by the nobles, but now it was irreversible to provoke a direct conflict.

This place is located in the center of the army. With so many knights of honor and elite soldiers, even a master sorcerer cannot escape. Moreover, if the fight starts, he will never sit idly by.

Mette looked at the surprise on his old friend's face and shook his head secretly. He would not surrender. Once he was imprisoned, even if the nobles of Orland did not kill him, someone would not let him live.

He could not stay in the north any longer. Today he could only fight for a chance of survival.

Count Trosa, who was not far away, stood up under the protection of his vassals and patted his dusty cloak.

Now, even if there is no need to investigate, everyone knows the truth.

Moreover, according to the laws of the kingdom, it would not be wrong to hang him thousands of times for such an act of offending the nobles.

"Capture Mette, regardless of life or death." The general ordered the knights and lords.

However, Canis, who had suppressed his anger for a long time, flew out with a sword like a beast before Trosa spoke.

Baron Gunnar didn't have time to pull his eldest son out.

With hatred and unwillingness for losing a life that should have been full of pride and glory, the angry young master of the Wolf family roared.

"Wizard! I've crawled back from the underworld to settle accounts with you!!!"

The boots crushed the earth and rocks, and the moment the ground was cracked, Canis' eyes were red and he raised the long sword in his hand.

Watching the news, at five o'clock this afternoon, there was another small earthquake of magnitude 2.0. What should I do? I'm so panicked. I want to run so much. Woo woo woo