Warhammer Wizard

"You want to be a consul?"

The Duke of Silver Star showed a bit of surprise on his face, and then said with some puzzlement: "You have given up the opportunity to enter the Supreme Council, why are you still thinking of being a consul, and the more you mix, the more you go back?"

"Nothing, I just want to experience it."

Ren explained casually.

The Queen of Storms looked disgusted, "What's there to experience? The consul is just a puppet of the Supreme Council, worrying about so many things, it is better to be a real noble."

You don't understand.

Ren smiled in his heart and didn't speak any more.

"You're still too young. You'll regret it when you become a consul. It's a complete waste of time." The Duke of Silver Star snorted twice, thinking that Ren had too little experience and ignorance, and felt that the title of consul was very powerful, so Want to taste the taste of power.

The Queen of Storms is a similar idea.

Ren glanced at Anse Verdas next to him, the teacher's face was expressionless, and there was no clue in his expression.

The Duke of Silver Star thought of one thing and asked, "Ren, how many years have you thought about being an Archon?"

"Yes." Ren nodded.

"Do you think Kelston will know?" The Duke of Silver Star asked again.

Ren immediately understood what she meant. It was not a secret that he was planning to run for consul. In recent years, he had been in frequent contact with the imperial congressmen of the Modu faction, and laid the foundation for his connections. Anyone with a heart can guess some of them.

Gneus was one of the first people to know about it, and several of his henchmen must also know about it.

A secret that more than two people know is no longer a secret.

Kelston must have eyeliner around Gneus. If he really assassinated the mastermind behind the consul, it would be easy to get this information from Home Secretary Amber.

Then, the revenge operation may be the bait released by Kelston, as long as Ren wants to be the consul, he must participate.

There is a greater probability of traps in Bambe City!

Anse Waldos said lightly: "Just now in the Supreme Council, it was Kelston who proposed to reopen the consul election."

"Isn't Master Tim Kennan objecting?" Ren asked.

He was very strange before. If the election could not be opened, there are only two candidates at present, and Otiluk is almost the sure-fire next consul. It stands to reason that Tim Kennan should not agree, this is harming the interests of the Balancers.

"He objected, but to no avail." Anse Verdas didn't explain much.

Ren understood after thinking about it.

The motion proposed by Kelston is definitely supported by the Nesser faction, and the Balance faction only relies on the two or three votes to prevent the formation of a resolution.

What he was curious about was the attitude of the teacher.

If the teacher and the Modus people support Master Tim Kenan and no longer open the election registration, then his plan will undoubtedly be delayed by ten years.

Judging from the results, the Modu faction clearly passed the proposal.

"The teacher also voted in favor?" Ren asked meaningfully.

"nonsense!"

The Queen of Storms didn't know the inside story, thinking that Ren was stupid, "How could Anxi be against it? Otherwise, let that Olutikbai pick up a consul title. As long as the election registration is reopened, the next consul will definitely be our Modu. assigned people."

"Yes." Ren looked at the teacher with a vague attitude.

"I just didn't understand what Kelston meant." The Duke of Silver Star suddenly realized, "It turns out that he is trying to trick you."

Then she said gloatingly: "Ren, do you still dare to go to Bambe City?"

"What dare not."

Ren sneered, "I will not only go to Bambe City, but also make the greatest contribution and become an undisputed consul."

"I'm not afraid of dying..."

The Queen of Storms murmured, but her eyes were full of admiration. Ren's style of doing nothing and never backing down was very in line with her temperament, "How can I miss such a lively battle? I will also wear a red robe. The Legion joins the battle."

"Deerza, what about you?" The Storm Queen defiantly looked at Duke Silver Star.

"Humph……"

The Duke of Silver Star was unwilling to be weak, "Although this is not in line with my plan, I have been preparing for so long, and there is no reason to give up halfway. The Secret Fire Guard and the Silver Knights can participate in the battle at any time."

The imperial army dispatched troops more than ten times larger than her personal plan. She didn't have to rush to loot Banbei City to retreat, there would be enough time to search for the spoils, and she would get more benefits. Even if there were many forces fighting, the final result Things are worth a lot.

Neither of the two witches said they would dispatch the floating city.

There are eight floating cities in the empire, which are generally not easily dispatched. To deal with a Gupta kingdom, only one floating city is enough.

In the prophecy screen just now, only the Floating City of Flannes was seen.

This shows that Tim Kennan will dispatch his own floating city, and the floating city of other holy soul wizards should not come to join in the fun.

"Wazeland will not be involved." Anse Waldos made a statement.

Ren and the two witches were not surprised.

This incident has little to do with Wezeland, and Anse Verdas has not been able to cultivate a private army because he has no territory and lack of economic sources. In fact, of the twelve Holy Soul Wizards of the Supreme Council, only five have their own extraordinary legion.

The "Hand of Eight Leaves" of the Duke of Greyhawk; the "Crimson Sword Guard" of the Duke of Redstone;

The "Golem Legion" of the Great Sage Congerald; the "Red Legion" of the Storm Queen; and the "Silver Knights" of the Duke of Silver Star.

There is no doubt about the strength of Wezeland wizards, but the number of wizards is too small, and those combat missions that require a lot of manpower, such as occupation, scattered operations, looting, search, patrol and other combat missions, the wizard group is unable to catch up.

Members of the Extraordinary Legion can be used as consumables.

And the Wizarding Order can't.

It's heart-wrenching when a few wizards die in a battle, and it takes a long time to replenish.

The Wizarding Corps is like a super weapon that is very powerful enough to turn the tide of the battle and make a final decision, but it is extremely expensive and requires careful maintenance.

Ren and the three Holy Soul wizards continued to discuss, focusing on being outside of Bambe City, and being careful to guard against Kelston's black hand.

To this end, several scenarios were also discussed.

More than an hour later, the three Holy Soul wizards suddenly received a magical message at the same time, and their expressions changed. Anse Waldos said, "Duberstein committed suicide at home."

Ren was also taken aback.

Duberstein was Gnieus' chief of staff, and he was also the person he trusted most during his lifetime.

And it's suicide!

After the accident in the morning, Duberstein was called by the Justice Church to inquire, which was also a form of protection in disguise. It was not until the Duke of Grey Eagle took over as the consul, that he was called back to the Palace of the Netherlands.

"Are you sure it was suicide?" Ren couldn't help asking.

"Justice Church came to this conclusion after inspecting the scene." When Anse Waldos spoke, his face was not good-looking.

What a waste!

Ren cursed inwardly, the name of the Justice Church is very scary, but the few times I have contacted them, I have never seen them do anything.

This group of holy swordsmen are very strong in combat and are good at dealing with evil monsters, but they are too amateur in detecting and solving cases.

The Public Security Bureau and the Exorcism Team were originally quite suitable, but these two departments were not strong enough to deal with ordinary Heretic God believers and monsters. When it comes to Legendary and above and even Saint-rank powerhouses, they can only stare blankly and have no right to speak.

None of the empire has a powerful organization with powers of investigation, interrogation, intelligence, law enforcement, etc., and is independent and only obeys the chief executive.

It used to be called "The Emperor's Hand".

But more than a thousand years ago, after the establishment of the Supreme Council, the hand of the emperor was dissolved.

When the previous consuls encountered major events, they often tied their hands and feet, but none of the consuls dared to change the status quo, and even dared not even mention it. The reason is needless to say.

"When I become a consul, I must re-establish the hand of the emperor."

"But change your name."

Ren made up his mind.

He had no interest in going to Duberstein's house to check, whether it was a suicide or a suicide, it was irrelevant.

The mastermind behind the scenes must have wiped the clues clean.

The three Holy Soul Wizards discussed for a while, but did not reach any conclusion, so they could only disperse.

Ren said goodbye to the teacher and was teleported to Marlinger Manor.

Viola was still waiting for him to eat together. The two entered the study room to talk after dinner. He told Viola all the news he knew, and the half-elf said worriedly: "Ren, you must go to class. Bay City? That's the Duke of Redstone..."

She couldn't imagine how she would survive if she provokes such a terrible enemy as the Duke of Redstone.

"Don't go."

Ren shook his head and put his arms around the half-elf's slender waist, "You don't have to worry too much, I already have a way to deal with it. No matter how powerful Kelston is, he is just a mortal, and he is not Master Ogulevi. In the material world, no one can kill me."

"Um……"

Viola wanted to speak again, but saw Ren's brows wrinkled, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

"Hold on."

Lane's attention was synced to Gotham City.

In the highland fortress, Frankaska suddenly came to the teleportation formation. There were four Ultramarines and two Thundercasting Heavenly Soldiers guarding it. She walked up to one of the Thundercasting Heavenly Soldiers and said in a low voice, "My lord, I have an urgent matter with the lord. report, sir."

She could not see the face under the golden mask.

Ren had told her that if there was a very urgent matter, he could ask any Lei Casting Heavenly Soldier to find him.

Ren's voice came from under the golden mask: "Franjaska, what's the matter?"

Franciaska listened to the familiar voice, although there was a slight difference, but that very oppressive aura was undoubtedly the Lord Lord, letting her know that it was Ren himself who was talking to her, she was suddenly surprised and did not understand how did you do that.

She suppressed her curiosity and quickly replied: "Sir, Ms. Ashley hopes to meet you as soon as possible."

"Ashley, Chancellor of the Exchequer?" Ren asked rhetorically.

"Yes." Francaska said quickly, "She is in Nosril's house, and she is in a very dangerous situation, but she can't contact you, so she can only send a magical message to Dean Margarita, and then I will tell you ."

Her tone was very disturbed, afraid that Ren would be angry about it.

This is the first time she has contacted Eratossa College since she came to Renn, which is not what she wanted, but Dean Margarita strongly requested that Ashley is too important to the college, whether it is her strength or position, can't watch her have an accident.

And Ashley took care of herself a lot in the past, and the relationship between the two was good.

After a few seconds, Lei Zhu Tianbing said, "I see."

Then stop talking.

Franciaska breathed a sigh of relief and heard that Ren had agreed. She saluted Lei Zhu Tianbing and exited the teleportation hall.

In the study room of Maringa Manor, Ren got up and said, "I'm going out soon."

"it is good."

Viola saw that Ren was in a hurry, so he didn't ask more, but just warned: "Go ahead and be careful."

"Wait for me to come back." Ren gently kissed her lips, turned and disappeared.

The scene in front of you changes.

Ren was instantly teleported to the sky above Northrael, and the rainbow cloak made him invisible. Looking down at the city below, he found Fubadon Castle, the magnificent Rick Palace and the tall goddess, the **** of truth, and Holland at a glance. palace.

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and the Lotus Palace was still brightly lit.

The patrols of Rick's Imperial Guard Palace were three times larger than usual, and Nothril also enforced a curfew, which was no longer as lively as it used to be.

Ashley's home is not far from the palace, it is an exquisite and luxurious courtyard.

Ren observed from a distance of several thousand meters. There were two teams of Rick Guards in Ashley's house, but these people did not give her any sense of security. The All-Seeing Eye looked through the roof and saw Ashley walking back and forth in her meditation room, looking restless.

Other than that, there is no other danger.

At least it can be confirmed that Ashley's home is not a trap set up by the enemy.

But Ren was still very cautious, and immediately performed the mirror image technique, ten mirror images appeared beside him, and he was invisible as soon as he came out.

He sent one of the mirror images to Ashley's meditation room.

"Who?"

Ashley sensed the magic fluctuations, and instantly opened the ice shield outside her body, and also condensed a mass of pyrotechnics in her hands, staring closely at the location where Ren was teleported, with a very vigilant expression.

Ren's mirror image revealed ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and asked, "Ms. Ashley, what do you have to do with me?"

The sorceress was overjoyed: "Speaker Rennes!"

"You're finally here." She breathed a sigh of relief and removed the Pyroblast from her hand, "I knew that Franzka would definitely be able to contact you."

Ren nodded.

He was curious about what could scare an eighteenth-level natural disaster warlock into such a state that the surroundings seemed safe.

"Let's get down to business, I don't have much time." The eight-ring mirror technique can only last for fifteen minutes.

Ashley's expression became serious, "Speaker Rennes, have you heard about Duberstein's suicide?" After receiving Renn's confirmation, she whispered: "Duberstein had long expected that he would die, So I left a letter for one of his servants who had placed it in my house to pass it on to me."

She took out the letterhead: "Speaker Ren, please take a look."