Chapter 223 Ice Kill!

In the Kingdom of Puerto Egypt, in the arena of Kailuo City, the atmosphere was chilling.

On the noble viewing platform, King Khufu forcibly calmed down and looked at Macbeth with a sullen face: "Wizard, tell me, what do you want from me? As long as you don't kill me, I can tell you anything I know and let you Take whatever I have. You didn't ask me, what wizarding organization is supporting me, I can tell you, it's just…”

"Shh!"

Macbeth made a silent motion, shook his head, thought of something, and nodded again: "Well, you don't need to say, I already know the answer - when I asked you a question before, your response was already Let me know it's definitely one of those wizarding groups I'm talking about supporting you. That's enough.

I don't need to know exactly which wizarding organization it is, just that they do exist. And as for you, Your Majesty, oh, you must die. The reason is very simple, you are a little too good as a normal person, or as a king. Excellence is your original sin, because the world doesn't need someone as good as you - it will break the rules. "

"I..." King Khufu's eyes widened and he wanted to say something, but was stopped by Macbeth again.

"Shh, be quiet, and listen," Macbeth said.

"Listen to what?" King Khufu looked puzzled.

"The sound of ice cubes breaking."

"Um?"

"Wow!"

King Khufu was puzzled, when Macbeth put a little on his body, and instantly a large amount of ice mist and water vapor enveloped his body, instantly turning him into a human-shaped ice sculpture.

Macbeth stretched out his hand again, and with a "click" sound, a large number of cracks appeared in the entire ice sculpture, and a large amount of blood poured out from the inside. The wrapped King Khufu was obviously dead and could not die any longer.

"Tsk, what a wonderful voice." Macbeth sighed, turning his head to look aside. The Minister of Intelligence, Chekel, was standing up from the corner with a groan of pain, with a vigilant look on his face, holding the poisoned dagger tightly in his hand. Checker didn't think a poisoned dagger could do any harm to Macbeth, but at a critical moment, it could at least help him free himself.

Macbeth didn't make any attacking moves, looked at Chekel, and said, "I'm sorry to kill your king, but for something like a king, if you kill one, there will be another, it's no big deal. Yes. So, go find your next master. By the way, if someone asks you about this today, you can tell him that it was the white shadow from Deep Blue Castle who killed your king, and that's it."

After speaking, Macbeth walked off the noble viewing platform, walked into the arena, and said to Richard and Nancy, who were chatting in the middle of the arena, "Let's go."

"Yes." Richard and Nancy responded, quickly following Macbeth's pace, and walked out of the field.

On the audience stage, many spectators were silent, their eyes were like ice hockey pucks, emitting a terrifying and frightening light, and they watched the group of three leave without daring to breathe.

After Macbeth left with Richard and Nancy, everyone who survived couldn't help shaking as they recalled what they saw just now.

...

After a moment.

"Da da da……"

The sound of horses' hooves sounded outside Kailuo City, and Macbeth led Richard and Nancy towards the border, but the speed was very slow, as if he was waiting for someone on purpose.

Then……

"Da da da da da..."

Like the sound of the hooves of a violent storm, a large group of cavalry rushed out of the city of Kairo, catching up with a group of three.

"Well, it really came." Macbeth said with a calm expression, glanced at Richard and Nancy, and explained, "This is also part of the mission. Although the main part of the mission is to kill the king, it is more Fundamentally, it is to establish a kingdom of Egypt that is relatively close to our white stone tower.

The previous Khufu was obviously a support puppet of another shaman organization. After killing him, there will be people in the Kingdom of Puerto Rico who are more sympathetic to our White Stone Tower to try to ascend to the throne. He had been notified before and would not send someone to chase.

But his competitors are different,

Must try to chase, after all, if you are lucky enough to kill us, then you can get a huge political bargaining chip. What I want to do is to completely shatter this illusion. "

"Forehead……"

"Now, stay away, I'm going to start killing people." Macbeth said to Nancy and Richard.

"Yes……"

Richard and Nancy did not hesitate, and quickly rode towards the distance in response to the sound, while Macbeth met a large number of cavalrymen one by one, and the distance between the two sides kept shortening.

Five hundred meters, four hundred meters, three hundred meters.

Two hundred meters!

"stop!"

Someone in the cavalry gave an order, and immediately all the riders stopped the galloping horses.

"Prepare your bows and arrows!"

The riders took off their longbows one after another.

"Take an arrow!"

The rider drew his arrow and put it on the longbow.

"aim!"

The rider adjusts the bow and arrow pointing.

"Keep!"

The rider remains in motion, motionless.

"shoot!"

All of a sudden, numerous arrows shot at Macbeth, who had entered the best range, like locusts.

In an instant, the sky turned dark, followed by the wide-eyed eyes of all the riders.

I saw Macbeth raised his hand, as if holding up a piece of sky, and directly stopped many falling arrows.

Then Macbeth waved his hand again, and the arrows turned and flew towards their original masters, falling into the dense cavalry.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The screams continued incessantly.

"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!" Someone in the cavalry, wearing gorgeous armor, roared loudly, worked hard to stabilize the team, pulled out a long sword and swung it vigorously, shouting, "Kill the evil wizard and avenge His Majesty the King, everyone. Reward! Give me a rush!"

The casualty cavalry was hesitant at first, and finally, under the supervision, urged the horses to gallop towards the approaching Macbeth.

One hundred and fifty meters away.

"Accelerate!" shouted the leader of the cavalry.

"Crack," the cavalry slapped the horse's butt with a whip.

100 meters away!

"Accelerate!" the cavalry chief shouted again.

"Clappapa", the cavalry madly beat the horse's butt with a leather whip.

Fifty meters away.

"Charge!" shouted the cavalry leader

"Puff puff," the cavalry kicked the horse's belly vigorously with the spurs on its boots.

The horses were in pain, and their speed increased to the extreme. The entire cavalry team pushed towards Macbeth like a black tide, carrying the might of thunder to crush Macbeth.

Macbeth rode on his horse alone, looking at this scene with a calm, even mocking expression, the next moment his lips parted and he uttered a spell quickly and silently.

"Da da da!"

The cavalry approached like lightning, and in the blink of an eye they were ten meters in front of Macbeth.

At this time, Macbeth raised his hand and the spell was released.

"brush!"

A large amount of white ice fog rushed out like a roaring white dragon, sweeping all the cavalry in the front row at a speed visible to the naked eye, freezing them into ice sculptures and nailing them to the spot. After that, the white mist continued to surge, filling the gaps between the ice sculptures and casting an incomparably strong ice wall.

The follow-up cavalry, one after another, uncontrollably rammed toward the ice wall at high speed.

"Crack! Kick! Kick!"

The ice spear stood still, shining brightly under the sunlight, but the cavalrymen who hit it kept screaming and falling off their horses.

Dust, and screams, rose from behind the ice wall, covering the sky and the earth, so spectacular.

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