The Lord Who Wants to Be Emperor

Gudraf turned pale as he watched Duke Medea execute the last member of the caravan.

They flew straight to Jibril City, but Gudraf was not a magician and could not fly for a long time, so he had to stop and rest every once in a while.

The closer you get to Jibril City, the more caravans and tourists come and go.

In order to ensure the concealment of the operation, the Duke of Medea cleaned up all the living people he encountered along the way.

Down the road, Gudraf witnessed the **** tactics of the Duke of Medea.

There were eight or nine hundred people who died in her hands without a thousand.

No wonder she was called a cold-blooded woman.

The Duke of Medea put away the gun and looked at the city of Jibril within easy reach, she said lightly: "This distance is enough, wait until night to act!"

Gudraf quickly nodded in agreement.

Also a great master-level powerhouse, Gudraf knows very well that even ten of them can't be the opponent of the Duke of Medea, so his real role this time is to protect the Duke of Medea from performing large-scale magic.

At night, the stars are shining and the breeze blows, making the dry land rarely cool.

The Duke of Medea stuffed six specially prepared bullets into the runner.

Gudraf thought that Duke Medea wanted to prepare some large-scale magic, but saw her raise her spear to the direction of Jibril City.

Bang bang bang...

With six gunshots, six red bullets flew over the city of Jibril. The red light slowly expanded and turned into six huge fire clouds in mid-air.

At this time, Jibril City let out a panic scream.

The magic of six meteor fire rains covered the entire inner city of Jibril.

The rain of fire fell like a torrential rain, instantly turning the dark night into red and bright.

"This is red art." Duke Medea said with a look of intoxication.

Gudraf swallowed subconsciously as he listened to the desperate and horrified shouts in Jibril.

This Duke of Medea was absolutely abnormal. After leaving Aslan, his whole person became extremely horrible and weird, and he did not look like the lazy salted fish of Merlot at all.

The flames burned all night, and Duke Jibril stood on the wall and roared.

"What are you all doing to eat? A group of wastes, who have been cast such a wide range of magic, yet no one has received any news. They are all wastes."

The inner city was burnt down. In addition to his castle and family accumulated hundreds of years of wealth, as well as his family, during the meteor shower, the guards around him only had time to rescue him and a few important members of the family, and the rest were buried in the flames.

Listening to the roar of Duke Jibril, Gudraf walked towards them with a weird face, and no one around him noticed their arrival.

The Duke of Medea used his invisibility magic to make them swagger to appear next to the Duke of Jibril guarding his body.

The strongest of them is the mentor level, and without a magister around, they can't find the arrival of the Duke of Medea.

Suddenly the unfamiliar clicking sound came to mind, making the surrounding guards look horrified, and they surrounded Duke Jibril in one after another.

Gudraf found the source of the sound in an instant.

High heels of the Duke of Medea.

He suddenly wanted to say: "Master Duke, do we come here like this? Is it necessary to use stealth magic?"

"It makes sense!" Duke Medea snapped his fingers, and the two appeared in front of everyone instantly.

When they were talking, Duke Jibril had already heard it.

Now seeing Duke Medea appearing, Duke Jibril almost exclaimed, and the mentor-level powerhouses around him swarmed towards Duke Medea.

Then there was no more.

The Duke of Medea's simple fixation technique caused these mentor-level powerhouses to pause for a second, but this second was the last time for death in front of Gudraf.

The heads of seven or eight instructor-level powerhouses flew high, and their blood spurted up like a fountain.

"It's been a long time, Lord Jibril!" Duke Medea languidly walked towards Duke Jibril.

Behind Duke Jibril is his eldest son and several family elders.

"Duke Medea! I didn't initiate the last war. It was a conspiracy of the Maxim Empire." Duke Jibril trembled in his tone.

The Duke of Medea shook his head and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, my students are interested in the province of Arrans, so you must die today so that he can occupy the entire province as quickly as possible."

As soon as Duke Jibril wanted to speak, he saw a dozen red lines shoot out from Duke Medea's fingertips, and then surrounded from all directions.

"Don't..."

The red lines crossed, leaving only fragments of corpses all over the floor.

Gudraf picked out Duke Jibril's head from the pile of meat with a speechless expression, which was reserved for him.

Tie them above the inner city gate according to the plan, and the two people slowly flew towards the Yazi area, where it was the territory of Duke Jibril's son-in-law, and the powerful nobleman second only to Duke Jibril.

As long as the opponent is also dealt with, the Arran Shixing Province will not be able to form an effective resistance force in a short time.

When the Duke of Medea settled the last daughter and son-in-law of Duke Jibril, he took a magic tower as his own. As for the magister, Gudraf had his head beheaded.

Gudraf is very good at plundering magic towers, and can even be described as rich in experience, but his methods are not as violent as the Duke of Medea, he directly demolished half of the magic towers.

It may be a magic tower built by a certain magician who has accumulated several generations of talents.

The magic wave signal tower was arranged, and the Duke of Medea personally took the initiative, with the huge spiritual blessing, directly spread the magic signal to the border line of the province of Melox.

After receiving the signal, the city immediately sent the intelligence to the unified army ambushing on the border.

Vattini looked at Aslan with a complex expression.

In less than half a month after taking the entire North Wind Prairie, Aslan has actually targeted the Yalan Shi province, and can also let the teacher personally execute the beheading operation.

Aslan received the telegram from Wattini, compared the codebook, and said with a smile: "Trouble me to send it personally."

"The whole army strikes! Follow the planned attack route."

The two hundred thousand unified army quickly got into the carriage and began to rush out of the dense forest in ambush.

From a few horse-drawn carriages at the beginning, to dozens, hundreds and thousands of vehicles later.

All of a sudden, the villages and small towns on the border of Arran Shihang province were shocked.

It is impossible to count how many troops passed by the gate of their village.

Can only be described as countless.

Someone couldn't help but exclaim.

"The revenge of Mellock's province is coming."