I Will Be The Crowned King

Text Chapter 202 The determination of the Elf King

"Hey, ah, ah, ah, ah. - !!!!"

With the heart-piercing scream of the black-robed priest, Louis, who was standing with a knife, collided with the oncoming steam sickle.

"clang!"

The harsh metal collision sound exploded the dazzling sparks, which dissipated in the expanding steam in an instant; the thick white mist filled the entire corridor at a speed visible to the naked eye, drowning the knights.

At the moment of the collision, Louis could even hear the whine from the bones of his arms and shoulders, his hands were broken by the violent vibration of the blade, the broken bones pierced the blood vessels, and the flesh of the palms and wrists was completely opened. .

Hair, skin, flesh, organs...the flesh and blood standing up, festering, dissolving, and evaporating in the high-temperature steam at a speed that does not even feel pain.

This is probably the end for me... Louis Bernard thought so.

In a trance, he can even clearly feel that his consciousness is slowly disappearing, sinking, sinking bit by bit...

But in the next second, this feeling suddenly came to an abrupt end. Before he could try to struggle, the consciousness that should have dissipated regained consciousness, like the dawn that pierced the horizon at dawn, and returned to his body.

Um?

Louis opened his eyes in confusion.

The door was still closed, and the candles around it jumped again with a warm orange-red light, and the frescoes on the walls and ceiling disappeared without a trace.

Even the body that was dissolved and evaporated by the steam was intact, and there was no sign of injury at all; not even the slightest trace of blood could be seen on the blade of the blade that killed hundreds of "murals".

All the anomalies seemed to disappear, and the corridor was restored to its original normal state.

No, not yet... Louis gritted his teeth, the black mage who cast the spell was not found, and he should still be in the illusion trap set by the other party.

Staring at the closed door opposite, Louis's temples unknowingly seeped cold sweat.

"Snapped!"

Just as he was tense all over, a pair of soft little hands suddenly pressed his eyes.

"Guess~I am~who~!"

A sly laughter rang in the ears of the young knight.

Feeling the softness coming from behind and the familiar fragrance of jasmine, Louis, whose eyes darkened, quickly regained his composure, and involuntarily raised the corners of his mouth: "Can you stop making trouble, dear Freya Hall..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

The pupils of the young knight who suddenly realized something suddenly shrank, and his helpless smile froze instantly.

No... No... I shouldn't have escaped the illusion trap... That black mage... This... these are all... all illusions...

"It's not an illusion."

The soft voice sounded again.

Gently letting go of her soft little hands, the elf girl standing behind the young knight cooperated with his turning back, a happy smile blooming on her white cheeks.

Dressed in a delicate golden-red cavalry outfit, with close-fitting breastplates and arm armors carved with intricate patterns, like an evening dress, the curves of the elf girl's petite figure are fully revealed; the waterfall-like long blue hair wears a golden top The crown, reflecting the intoxicating brilliance in the warm candlelight.

"My dear Louis, you really came."

The elf girl who spoke softly, the scarlet pupils overflowing with infinite nostalgia, reflected the shocked expression of the young knight.

After being stunned for a full minute, he finally woke up from his astonishment and opened the corners of his trembling mouth in disbelief:

"Freya..."

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Twenty-three forty-five in the palace hall.

The bloodless Carlin Jacques was lying on the carpet, panting heavily, with two godless eyes as if they had just seen another world, and kept trembling slightly.

His hair, which was completely soaked in cold sweat, drooped around like a lion's hair, and his tattered robe seemed to have just been washed with water. trembling.

The constantly heaving chest, the trembling hands were holding a silver pocket watch and pressing it, and the blue thumb was still pressing the switch on the watch cover.

Beside him, the corpse of an Isir elf was lying quietly there; the dagger clenched in his right hand pierced his own neck, and his dark pupils were still filled with an incredible look.

When Louis let him and Lisa lie down, the frightened Carin Jacques did not hesitate at all, and followed Lisa decisively to the wall that seemed to have nothing.

What awaited the two of them was not the **** head, nor the world spinning, but the hall of the palace—and the hall on the other side.

From the moment they rushed into the palace, they had fallen into the trap, and Louis thought he was turning left, but he was actually turning right into the other end of the palace.

Just when he thought he was about to burst into blood, Carin Jacques, who suddenly remembered something, took out his mirrored pocket watch from his arms.

This inconspicuous magic item cannot interrupt the spiritual manipulation of black magic. It has only one effect, that is, it flips all directions, including movements, within the range.

So when the black-robed priest woke up, he found that the elf black mage had fallen in a pool of blood, holding the dagger that pierced his neck in shock, and died.

How dangerous!

Just a little bit, just a little bit... The one who got stabbed in his throat was himself.

Alas, but then again, how did the little girl beside Anson know that the elf Black Mage was hiding here?

Is she a spellcaster too? It's not like, I can't feel the mental reaction on her at all; and even a dignified fourth-order spellcaster can't see through the mental manipulation of the black mage, how can a child be?

As for the power of bloodline - with such a powerful insight ability, she usually does not have such a foul fighting power... That amazing speed and explosive power, at first glance, it is a gifted person such as the Holy Grail or the Wild Hunt Knight.

Could it be that……

"Hey, the guy in the black robe."

Lisa on the side approached and stabbed him in the chest with the **** of Borny's gun: "Get up quickly, Lisa has to go to Louis; Lisa promised Anson to protect everyone!"

"I'm not a 'dresser', my name is Carin Jacques!" The black-robed priest complained about getting up from the ground and shook his head quickly:

"No, I will never go back!"

"Why don't you go back?" The girl stared at him with wide eyes. "Only Louis knows how to get here. Without him, Lisa and the man in the robe would be lost."

"Did we go the right way when he was there - and, I said my name is Carin Jacques, and I don't wear a robe." The black-robed priest rolled his eyes:

"And there are spellcasters everywhere. Running back isn't courting death?!"

"But Anson said that we are going to save the Elf King." The girl blinked, and the muzzle of Borny's gun in her hand never left the black-robed priest:

"Without Louis, we wouldn't be able to save the Elf King."

"He can't be saved - because the Elf King can't be in the palace at all!"

"How does the person in the robe know that the Elf King is not in the palace?"

"I repeat I'm not called the Robe, I'm Karin Jacques, and I just know he's not there!"

"why?"

"Because...because I know, I knew it from the beginning! That **** Draco and the Thirteenth Council led the cooperation is true, but I have been dealing with Iser spirits years ago, and who am I better than Everyone knows the elf king... what kind of virtue is that **** named Igor Mosesfield!"

"From a long time ago, this **** planned to completely eradicate the Thirteenth Council... Or use them, because they were restrained everywhere, and Clovis finally made up his mind to invade Iser, Draco that little Only clever ghosts will make up their minds - because it's too late!"

The black-robed priest shouted hysterically, his eyes full of sincerity.

But Lisa just tilted her head curiously: "Why is it too late?"

"Because of Igor Mosesfield... the elf king, he has long expected this day - yes! He knows that if the church interferes, it will definitely erode some of his power as the elf king."

"But correspondingly, he also has the entire Church of Order as his backing, and he no longer has to worry about the family of the Thirteenth Council being able to stand up or seize power from him, let alone that the Kingdom of Clovis will dare to invade Isser. Yes!"

"Isir's traditions will be tampered with, Isir's history will be distorted, and the Isir Elven Kingdom will become the church's first stop to control the world, a puppet state of the church."

"But that doesn't matter, because the Mosesfield family will last forever because of this, and the Elf Kingdom of Iser will rise from this - this is what the Elf King wants!"

"So although I don't know where he is now, he is definitely not in the palace, and he is definitely not in the big library - he is eager to rule that the Knights can **** the royal court of Iser, because then he can make those hidden in the dark. The old gods of things have been wiped out!"

Huh... After saying all of this, Carin Jacques finally let out a long sigh of relief, and the whole person seemed to relax a lot because he had thoroughly revealed the secrets buried in his heart.

As for whether the little girl in front of her will tell An Sen after the incident, it doesn't matter, anyway, even if the **** knows about it now, it doesn't matter, everything has been settled.

More importantly, what does this have to do with him?

He squatted down, looked at his "savior", and said in a softer tone as much as possible: "So you understand, the **** of the elf king doesn't need us to save, the Prayer for Truth or the Knight of Judgment The people in the regiment will definitely save him."

"As for St. Isaac's relic...hehehe, I guess your brother Anson Bach definitely wants it; but listen to me, persuade him not to think about it, that thing is very dangerous, and it will be better to keep it when it is handed over to us. Okay."

"As for the two of us... it would be wiser to find Anson to join us."

Having said that, the black-robed priest has already stood up, turned around and prepared to withdraw.

"So Carin Jacques, do you know where that St Isaac's relic is?"

The girl blinked and continued to ask.

"Nonsense, of course I know; and I don't call wearing a robe, my name is... ah, you actually pronounced my name?!"

The surprised black-robed priest couldn't help laughing, turning his head to look at the girl behind him.

Then he stopped laughing.

Suddenly, the eyes of the girl standing behind him had turned scarlet; in the pitch-black hall, the blood-colored shimmer was so coquettish.

boom--

The moment he saw those eyes, the laughing Carin Jacques suddenly felt a shudder all over his body, as if his body had lost his strength, "Pfft!" He knelt on the ground without hindrance.

It was a low-level life, the feeling of being stared directly at by a being far higher than oneself.

As if the other party only needs a look, a thought, an idea... he will be torn apart in an instant, and his soul will fly away!

This little girl... no no no... Lisa Bach... she... she is...

"Truth would...well...if I remember correctly, I seem to have heard Mace Hornard mention it a few times."

Lisa... Talia August Rune looked at the frightened black-robed priest, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "His evaluation of you is not very friendly, but he obviously underestimated you... just like he underestimated you Anson Bach did."

"Obviously, the truth will be a very kind non-profit public organization, and the people in it are also very kind, right?"

The black-robed priest who was kneeling on the ground was trembling, not even daring to let out the air.

"So, dear Lord Karin Jacques, for the sake of saving my life and being Anson Bach's friend." The soft-spoken Talia ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ gently gently with her small hand Holding his cheek, the scarlet pupils and the trembling eyes looked at each other:

"Can you tell me... where is that relic?"

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"……no."

Facing the earnest gaze of the young knight, the elf girl who struggled infinitely in her heart clenched her teeth tightly, and used all her strength to say the words that made her extremely painful.

"Why?!" Louis subconsciously stepped forward.

He didn't understand... why was it forced, obviously he was still alive and not at the hands of the Clovis people, obviously everything the Thirteenth Council told her was a lie from beginning to end, wasn't it? !

"Because...because people...Freya Mosesfield...is dead..." Despite the pain, the elf girl said resolutely:

"I am now...the head of the Thirteenth Council, the Queen of Iser Elf... Freya I!"

"I must not allow a group of Empire and Clovis people to attack my capital in such a grand manner, slaughter my people, and slander my beliefs!"

"If you really want to do this, you must step over my body first; if my army and I can't protect our city, then drag you all the invaders to **** with you... I swear!"

After that, she drew her saber from her waist and proved her determination to the knight in front of her.

"Is that so..."

Louis nodded slightly, and his shocked expression gradually became serious: "If that's the case, then I also swear to you... I will break through your city, slaughter all enemies of the Ring of Order, and rescue Freya Moses Field from the hands of the old gods. Your Highness."

"No one... can stop me!"

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