Chapter 238

Vallant palace!

Since the establishment of varant I, this majestic and solemn ancient building has been accompanied by the stoke kingdom for hundreds of years. Long traces of history can be seen everywhere in the palace.

During this period of time, no foreign enemy has ever invaded the varante palace, or even attacked limontanlu, even during the magnificent Patriotic War.

However, there will always be an accident. Tonight, the rain curtain, the palace sleeping in the dark ushered in the first invasion of foreign enemies. It may not be called a foreign enemy, but it may be an internal chaos of the volant family.

"Who?"

The dense torrential rain poured down and greatly hindered the sight. Riding on the dim yellow magic light on the palace wall, the palace guards who stood by their posts suddenly found that a turbulent torrent of steel, silent and speechless, like a beast breaking free from its cage, chose people to eat.

Wheeze!

Before the signal bomb in the waist was pulled off, a touch of dark blue brilliance was reflected in the trembling eyes of the guards of the Royal Palace, and then spread outward from the depths of the soul. In an instant, a lifelike ice and snow sculpture stood in place.

Without a pause, the dark purple steel torrent continued to move forward, and the obstacles along the road turned into ice and snow sculptures in front of his highness guy, bearing the dripping rain.

If you change to another place, this sudden raid will achieve fruitful results.

Unfortunately, this is the varante palace, the power center of the stoke Kingdom and the residence of the Lord of a country.

On the way forward in the torrent of steel, the defense system subordinate to the warant palace finally reacted.

Bright fireworks bloomed in the dark night. Taking advantage of the roaring of lightning, silver gray palace guards gathered in a column, and legal professionals fell one after another to form a solid defense line on the way of foreign invasion.

"Damn it, why didn't the violet Guard Corps in charge of the city gate send a signal?"

In the middle of the defense line, a tall man in gorgeous armor let the rain drench his body. Looking at the approaching invaders not far away, his face was a little ugly, and the cold chill filled his eyes.

Hayden Craig varant, Earl of the Kingdom, a collateral disciple of the varant family, is now the commander of the palace guard.

He didn't expect anyone to break through the defense of the violet guards, the most powerful ace in Stoke.

But the approaching intruder cruelly told him that everything had become a fact. Now it was time for him to devote his loyalty to the stoke kingdom.

Count Hayden looked around at the palace guards gathered around him, took a deep breath, and a fierce color appeared on his face. His right hand was raised and waved fiercely.

"Jiandun, guard!"

"Sharp blade, break the enemy!"

[war spell: petrified skin]!

In the night rain, whispers sounded, and the legal professionals behind the array recited incantations. The mysterious fluctuations pulled the elemental energy flowing in the air, and then a strong dark brown light suddenly bloomed, enveloping the palace guards who were on alert in front.

The silver gray armor is covered with surging dark brown light, like the deep surface of runes. Although it is only a thin layer, it is connected into pieces, making them as hard as a mountain as covering a layer of hard stones.

[war spell: Gold blade]!

More than that, the professionals of the legal system have not stopped whispering, and a layer of substantive golden brilliance reappears. The sharp blade held by the royal palace guards is suffused with the golden energy of tearing up the air.

Boom!

The dark purple steel torrent has already started, tearing the falling rain curtain, and transparent ripples appear in the void, just like ten thousand horses galloping, and the momentum of charge can not be stopped.

His highness guy looked at the strong defense line ahead, and a cold smile filled the corners of his mouth. He noticed the familiar people in the formation and the eye-catching war magic.

"Uncle Hayden, long time no see! It's just that this time it's no longer a sand table duel, but a real battle field to decide life and death."

He remembered count Hayden. When he was a child, his uncle, who was outstanding in military affairs and good at flattery, often went to his residence for sand table duels to teach him some military knowledge.

Until the day when everything changed, he never saw count Hayden come again. Later, he wanted to visit his uncle, but they were ruthlessly refused.

Stop the pace, his highness guy stood in place, the cross shaped blue Rune in his eyes glittered with strange brilliance, and the pure and transparent blue staff appeared in his right hand, with a trace of cold all over his body.

The Duke of dakama behind him led the violet guards to move forward, like a diversion, flexibly bypassing the standing figure, and then converging into a purple steel torrent again.

The cold light of the sharp blade is shining, and the transparent rain comes one after another!

The meaning of killing tears the sky!

Just before the war, the formation of the royal palace guards shook slightly, and the figure of purple armor trembled their soul. They recognized the identity of the invader in front of them.

"How could it be? How could it be the violet Guard Corps!" count Hayden's angry eyes cracked and his face was unbelievable. This is the ace corps of stoke kingdom. Why, why did he attack the varant palace.

"Wait, that's Dhaka..."

Surprise failed to export, the cold of the cold soul infiltrated the body along the rain, and a trace of frost appeared on the eyebrows.

[super level spell: ice · extremely cold field]

The pure and transparent blue staff sends out endless cold at this moment. The wisps of blue light come to the palace along the dripping rainstorm, and then solidify everything in the world like frost to form an absolute extremely cold field.

Wheeze!

His highness guy stared at the guards of the Royal Palace indifferently. The rotating Cross Blue runes in his pupils were shining brightly, like blessing in the extremely cold field, mixed with rainstorm, invading this area.

Click! Click!

The rainstorm poured down, and the frost formed cold ice along the rain, which solidified on the armor of the Kingdom's guards, trying to completely freeze these soldiers into sculptures.

"Damn it, spell dispel, come on, spell dispel!"

Looking at the violet Guard Corps close at hand, count Hayden roared loudly. Immediately, the life energy suddenly exploded, and the soaring golden blood gas tore the frost stained with armor.

The long sword is in the air, and the substantial life energy is attached to the blade. Count Hayden wants to stop the invasion first with his own strength, which is also buying time for the war mage behind him.

Boom!

The Duke of dakama wantonly exudes a wild atmosphere, like a giant trampling on the earth. Under his feet, the rain burst, and then the giant sword on his shoulder was split vertically, mixed with a sense of destruction.

to be sonorous!

The sound of steel collision rang through. Under one blow, count Hayden retreated more quickly than before. His staggering pace slipped a clearly visible white trace on the hard floor, and a little blood fell into the air.

When he looked back again, what he saw was a frost covered land, full of fresh ice sculptures.

"No!"