Chapter 681

Behind the thorn wall, gray and Arlo stood in a secret place, watching the army outside, and the panicked king Stephen.

Arlo looked at the man, frowned and asked angrily, "so he is the guy who stole the godmother's wings?"

"Yes, it's him, otherwise he wouldn't be so shocked. He looked at Mary Pherson's wings, said it was impossible, and asked her how she had new wings." Gray nodded and confirmed her guess.

"What a despicable fellow. It's unfair that such people can become kings." Said Arlo angrily.

In her eyes, the king must be kind, open-minded and broad-minded. Unexpectedly, he was a villain and shameless.

The guy who stole the godmother's wings and now attacked the forest is really bad.

"So, isn't the wing behind the godmother her first wing?" After scolding Stephen, Arlo's eyes fell on Mary Pherson's wings.

When she saw the wings before, she thought that the godmother had taken back her wings from the thief and held a banquet for her.

Unexpectedly, the thief was also surprised at this. It seems that his godmother's wings are still there.

Gray nodded definitely and opened his mouth complacently, "of course not. I did it. Isn't it beautiful? Does the bright gold match with Mary fisson's own darkness feel particularly amazing?"

He made the godmother's wings?

Arlo gave him a deep look, but did not continue the conversation, but looked out of the forest. "I really hope the godmother can punish the thief. Such a thief is not worthy of being a king. It's a shameful guy."

Arlo was very angry, very angry, but raised by a few not too clever elves, she didn't swear. A shameful sentence could show her anger.

Gray didn't comment on this. He just looked at it quietly and thought to himself:

Mary Pherson had certainly punished him, but the means were not on him, but on his daughter, which was intended to make him feel pain.

But it doesn't seem to be punishment. After all, he doesn't care.

Moreover, his daughter only slept, did not feel any pain, and slept for less than an hour, which is not more than the real sleep.

However, the king was different from what they imagined. He seemed to have suffered some torture. His face was very poor and his eyes were full of blood. If he stimulated his spirit again, he might die suddenly.

Mary feisen's eyes were cold, but her heart was a little flustered. She had no magic. She could scare people with her wings, but how to repel them.

If you don't do it, just look at it like this, it's not her character. It must be found to be bluff.

Let Carlisle cooperate with him?

It seemed that there was only one way. Mary fisson made a decision and gestured to Carlisle below. She was ready to get angry.

At this time, gray suddenly stepped up step by step, came to Mary fisson and gave her a magic so that she could stand in the air without flapping her wings.

"King Stephen?" His eyes fell on Stephen and his tone was confused, as if to confirm his identity.

"Who are you?" Stephen's eyes widened. Is there a second powerful spirit in the forest? It seems that his behavior today is really looking for death.

One Mary Pherson is enough for him. Now there is a second kingdom. Is the Kingdom going to be destroyed?

"It doesn't matter who I am." The man with two horns and wings on his back opened his mouth indifferently, and his eyes were cold and indifferent to everything, which made people shudder.

"The important thing is that the wings you stole must be returned to Moore forest before sunset today, or I will kill you, destroy your castle, and imprison your soul in the fire forever, burning day and night until your soul burns to ashes."

As he spoke, a flame appeared in his hand. The flame released his power without concealment. The rolling heat wave made the armor on the Knights hot, and big sweat drops on his head.

"Mary feisen is a kind fairy. Even if you stole her wings, she didn't kill you, but I hope you understand that we are not always kind. Killing is also a good choice when necessary."

"Return your wings and swear never to invade Moore forest for any reason. This is the only reason you can live."

Gray didn't give him another chance to speak. As soon as he came out, he directly controlled the whole negotiation with a tough attitude and threw out a result that he must accept.

Stephen swallowed his saliva, but still felt his throat dry. The rolling heat wave hung above his head like a sharp blade. He didn't dare to retort, trembling and said, "I... I swear!"

I just sent back my wings and didn't say what to do to myself. I should be fine.

"Well, go away. Remember, my wings don't return to Moore forest before sunset. My flame must fall in your castle."

With that, gray fired a flame and fell on a rock outside. The huge rock turned into hot red magma in a moment.

"I see!" Stephen fought with his teeth, nodded with trembling, and could no longer care about face. As soon as he pulled the reins, he turned and left.

As soon as he left, the soldiers quickly turned around and fled like Amnesty.

They were glad that they had not fought yet, otherwise so many people might die here.

No one dares to say that his body is stronger than the rock and resistant to burning.

If there is a little Mars, it is estimated that when the family comes to collect the remains, they can't even find their ashes.

"Thank you!" Mary Pherson watched the human army retreat, sighed with a sigh of relief, and turned to thank gray standing beside her.

"You're welcome. After today, they probably won't attack Moore forest again. You can maintain a temporary peace." Gray nodded.

Judging from king Stephen's performance today, he has no courage to attack Moore forest. It is difficult to say whether his successor will attack again when he is old.

However, at least the two sides will maintain peace in a short time, which is enough. It depends on the elves themselves in the future.

At noon, Mary Pherson's wings were pulled out of the forest by a team of soldiers and put in a glass cabinet.

Even if her wings left her body, they still didn't 'die'. They still remained active in the glass cabinet. It seemed that as long as the cabinet was opened, it could fly high by itself.

Mary fisson wanted to fly out and get her wings back. Gray only gently hooked his hand and flew in the glass cabinet with wings.

"I can do it, too." Mary Pherson whispered that it was only a piece of cake to control objects by magic before she lost her power.

Gray didn't hear the words of envy and jealousy. He pressed one hand on the glass cabinet and looked at the black wings inside.

It seems to feel that the master is nearby, so it is particularly active and wants to return to the master.

"Open it!" Mary fisson said eagerly. She also wanted to be one with her wings.

Although gray gave her good wings, it was only magic props after all, not real wings. It was her own wings that made it easier, and her own wings were stronger and could fly up the clouds.

There was a longing in her heart for the wings to return to herself.

"No, wait!" Gray raised his hand and pressed her shoulder to calm her down.

"What's the matter? What did Stephen do to my wings?" Mary fisson said in a deep voice. She has lost her strength and can't feel something now.

So gray stopped her. The first time she suspected what Stephen had done to her.

After all, she has no hope for Stephen's character. She is a scum who can do anything. If she does anything to her wings, it is also very possible.