The palace hall is majestic and resplendent.
Istredd walked up the steps, the excitement and greed in his eyes were self-evident.
Suddenly, he stopped and realized something was wrong.
It was so quiet, no sound at all.
He swallowed his saliva and slowed down his pace.
He first saw a knight collapsed on the ground, his fine armor engraved with gorgeous runes.
He is the royal knight herald under Edi.
They fell on both sides, with their eyes closed under their helmets and smiles on their lips, as if they were in a dream.
Looking towards the main hall, tableware and food were scattered on the ground, making it a mess.
There were also several corpses scattered about, and the carpet was soaked in blood, which looked particularly strange.
On both sides of the long wooden table, stood the princes and ministers who were doing performance art. Like the knights of the royal family beside them, they fell into sinking.
The atmosphere became eerie.
Marquis Preston, who was following behind, couldn't help but gasped when he saw this scene.
No wonder they were all trapped in the main hall without support.
Suddenly, his eyes were drawn, and he looked directly at the corpse lying in front of the long horse-shoe table.
That man was dressed in gold, jade, and gorgeous clothes, and he looked like the damn traitor.
King Idi!
King Idi is dead!
Seeing this scene, he fell into extreme horror and couldn't even believe it.
Until Istredd clenched his fists, and the metal gauntlets made a creaking sound.
He suddenly came back to his senses.
Istredd's body was shaking non-stop, anger seemed to be spurting out of his eyes, and his face was ferocious.
"Okay, witcher, you damn guy, why don't you get down from that chair and move your dirty body away from the chair!"
Istredd roared.
In his eyes, the silver-hand lord chair that symbolizes Thyssen family is the throne of Kovir.
Being sat down by a demon hunter now is simply a humiliation for him, a shame for Thyssen family. If word spreads, he will definitely be laughed at by other royal families.
He held the knight sword in his hand tightly and was about to run towards Arwen's position, but was stopped by Marquis Preston.
"Be careful, Your Highness, look around."
Istredd After this reminder, he instantly felt cold sweat. If he walked into this hall, he would probably end up with the same fate as these people in the hall.
However, there were also dense footsteps coming from behind.
They wore armor and carried torches and weapons.
They are all dead soldiers of Istredd.
Istredd has confidence again. These dead soldiers all have Dimeritium on them, and so does he.
No matter what witchcraft or curse you have, they will all be ineffective.
"Witcher, I'll give you one more chance. Get down from the chair and tie your hands. I can still spare your life."
Arwen raised his head slightly, with a calm expression and no response.
"You! Are you going to betray me?"
Istredd's tone was cold.
"My lord, my magic won't last long."
At this time, Stregobor, who was standing not far from Xia Shou, was sweating profusely.
Keeping everyone trapped in a dream has exhausted his energy.
Arwen put down his hands and leaned against the back of the chair casually.
A stream of mental power flowed out, instantly breaking away Stregobor's magic.
"Ahem----"
Stregobor coughed violently and took a few steps back.
The princes and ministers present woke up from their dreams. Some of them kept opening and closing their mouths with smiles on their faces, as if they were still recalling the sweet dream they had just had.
But after opening their eyes and seeing the surrounding environment clearly, everyone felt chills running down their spines.
Especially those ministers who took off their pants felt a cold feeling in their crotches and fell into a dead silence.
Until a female scream was heard.
"Your Majesty!"
They belatedly discovered that King Idi was dead on the ground.
Panic spread quickly in the hall.
The crowd wanted to flee towards the main hall, but they happened to bump into Istredd's people.
An elderly minister recognized the other party immediately.
They were once loyal to King Baldwin, but after Edi rebelled, they immediately switched sides.
"It's you----Istredd----it's really you!"
"You sent an assassin to kill King Idi! You regicide!"
A minister roared with anger. He was a close associate of King Idi and had followed him since he was very young.
He rushed forward and wanted to beat Istredd.
But how could he, who is old and frail, be the opponent of the young and strong Istredd?
Istredd clasped the minister's collar with his backhand, his tone full of sarcasm.
"I know you, you are Elias·Vaughn, you were the leader of the rebel knights back then.
"You know what? I want to kill you day and night, but you are wrong. I am not the regicide."
"But there is someone else."
"Full of lies!" Elias struggled.
Istredd punched him to the ground, "Open your eyes and take a good look. Who is that person sitting on the lord's chair?"
"It's the witcher! It's the infamous Monstrum! He's the regicide!"
"On the contrary, I'm here to maintain order!"
"I have received information a long time ago that Edi is going to be assassinated by a demon hunter. He knows that he does not have many days to live, and his eldest son is a man who is greedy for pleasure and is not suitable to sit on the throne of Kovir."
"Coupled with what happened back then, Edi feels guilty and is ready to return the throne to me Thyssen family."
"Anyone who helps me take down the traitors will be given a lighter punishment for what they have done before."
As soon as these words came out, all the ministers in the hall were stunned.
At this time, they also saw the dead soldier standing behind Istredd.
Everyone is bathed in blood, with murderous eyes.
The fact that the other party has such a large number of people standing here shows that the palace has long been under the control of the other party.
If you continue to resist stubbornly, it is no different from committing suicide.
For them, it doesn't matter which king they are loyal to, as long as it does not affect their interests.
What's more, many of them are former ministers of Thyssen family.
The rebellion back then was also forced by the general trend.
"Your Highness Istredd, you are finally here. I have been looking forward to this day day and night, and finally see Kovir back in the silver hand!"
"By the grace of the gods, Edi is not hopeless. He finally did the right thing before he died."
Many of Thyssen family's former ministers showed flattering looks, trying to please Istredd.
"Traitors! What nonsense! You bunch of wallflowers should all be hung on the city gate and guarded! Come and protect us!"
A middle-aged man in bright yellow brocade shouted loudly that he was the eldest prince of King Idi. He was so angry at the scene in front of him that his mouth was filled with smoke.
However, no one made any move despite his call.
"Pfft!"
The eldest prince stiffened and looked at his chest in horror.
A silver table knife pierced the brocade clothes, and the blood continued to spread, like a blooming flower.
"Woo----"
His body, already exhausted by alcohol and sex, could no longer hold up any longer. He fell down, his eyes full of fear and resentment. He could only look at the assassin and quickly walked towards Istredd's position.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, I solved Harrison! I solved Harrison!"
Istredd looked at each other like a court jester.
"What's your name?"
"The little one's name is Kyle·Hunter."
"You did well, Baron Hunter."
The clown Hunter was ecstatic and cried with joy, "Your Highness, I am willing to serve you."
At this moment, most of the Edi courtiers present looked at each other, and many of them had already moved closer to Istredd's position.
Prepare to congratulate the new king on his enthronement.
"Pap-pap-pap!"
Crisp applause echoed in the hall, attracting everyone's attention.
On the Silver Hand Lord's chair, Arwen stood up and walked slowly to the long horseshoe table.
"Wonderful, Istredd·Thyssen, you really showed me a good show."
"Sure enough, anyone who can sit on the lord's chair is not a good person."
"Speak high-sounding and upright, but be hypocritical, utilitarian, and selfish. This is your nature."
Istredd raised his forehead with a stern look in his eyes.
After calm thinking, the situation is already under control. What kind of trouble can a small demon hunter stir up?
"Trevor!"
"Here, Your Highness!"
"Deal with him!"
Trevor took the order and walked out of the crowd.
He is extremely tall, with a sturdy back and a muscular body. He is covered in silver armor with green runes engraved on the surface of the armor.
Under the illumination of the magic candle, a faint green luster flows.
Dimeritium.
This is a full-body armor crafted by Thyssen family. It is made of the Dragon Mountains's best fine iron. It has amazing defense and is invulnerable. Only powerful knights loyal to Thyssen family deserve to own it.
Each pair is worth tens of thousands of gold.
It is definitely a magical weapon used to deal with wizards or demon hunters.
Trevor Lifting the giant sword, the sword body is a full one and a half meters long, and with the slender hilt, it is already as tall as an adult man.
Being able to carry this piece of equipment proves the amazing power of Trevor.
Trevor's eyes under the mask revealed murderous intent.
He is a strong man Kovir can only meet in a century, and he is also Istredd's closest confidant.
As long as he kills the demon hunter in front of him, he will have wealth, fame, fortune, and power.
"Kill!"
Roaring at the top of his lungs, he was like a wild bull, stepping on the ground and making a heavy sound, heading towards Arwen's position.
A whirling figure, the knight's giant sword is held high in the air, with great power and weight.
The majestic momentum has frightened many people.
No matter how powerful the demon hunter is, without the blessing of witchcraft, how can he defeat the knight in front of him?
For a moment, the image of the demon hunter's head falling to the ground appeared in everyone's mind.
"Boom!"
An extremely fierce wave of air penetrated from Trevor's back, and an obvious bulge appeared on the flat armor.
What followed was a loud sonic boom that echoed throughout the hall.
"Wow!"
Trevor's body froze in place, and a large mouthful of blood gushed out from under the mask.
The knight's giant sword in his hand fell to the ground, and he couldn't help but staggered back a few steps, and suddenly fell to the ground.
The invulnerable breastplate had an extremely exaggerated groove, which directly penetrated his heart.
Everyone looked at this scene in disbelief.
This is the Dimeritium armor. It was the trump card of Thyssen family back then, and I don't know how many forces were frightened by it.
And such a knight was actually beaten to death with fists!?
Arwen put away his fists. This Dimeritium armor is a bit interesting, but the production method is too rough. With a little refinement, it can barely be used as a decoration.
Istredd was stunned on the spot.
Trevor's strength is something he understands.
One against ten?
No! With the Dimeritium armor, he can defeat one against a hundred!
I don't know how many assassinations I helped him solve, including wizard assassins, all of whom were killed by Trevor's sword.
But now he is dead like this, and he can't even tell when the other party will take action.
Arwen stepped forward, "Istredd, it seems your plan is going to fail."
Istredd took a step back inadvertently. He believed that he had a chance to win, and finally there was a look of fear in his eyes.
"Don't be complacent, Witcher, it's not over yet!"
"Grandmaster, it's your turn to take action!"
"Blind----"
A sigh came slowly.
A figure appeared beside Istredd out of thin air.
He was wearing a brown wizard robe, with tightened cuffs and exquisite lace patterns.
His hair is gray, his face is weathered and wrinkled, and he is obviously very old.
Arwen's eyes were dull, but under perception, the moment the other party appeared, the chaotic magic power around him was boiling.
A grand wizard?
"Yes----it's Grandmaster Ortolan, Ortolan!"
"Rissberg's sorcerer master?"
"Yes, that's him!"
Many princes and ministers had fiery looks in their eyes.
This wizard is well-known in the wizarding world and is not at all inferior to the senior members of Brotherhood of Sorcerers.
Stregobor couldn't help but take a breath.
Others may not be aware of Ortolan's status in the wizarding world.
But he knew very well that the man in front of him was definitely a legend.
For example, the most famous anti-aging elixir was invented by Ortolan.
There are also many explosives, engineering equipment, and teleportation spells, all made by him.
However, many of his creations made Chapter of Wizards and the monarch jealous, and they were often cut off from funds and did not end well.
Although he is a wizard who prefers invention, his own strength is also extremely terrifying.
He looked at the back of Arwen without leaving any trace.
I saw that the other party still had his back straight and showed no fear at all.
Istredd secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ortolan appear.
Ortolan Grandmaster, but the wizard he spent a lot of money to invite.
Just to deal with the current emergency situation.
Ortolan said in a low voice, "Your Highness, do you still remember the agreement between us?"
Istredd bowed and saluted, "Of course, of course I remember that as long as the current matter is resolved, I will give you whatever you want.
Offer it with your hands."
Ortolan's vicissitudes of life's eyes fluctuated.
After experiencing so many failures, the only thing he is interested in now is human experiments.
That's right, it's the witcher experiment of Alzur and Malaspina.
However, this experiment was blocked by Brotherhood of Wizards, saying it was against human nature.
Fart!
When he invented the projectile projectile device! When he invented large-scale gunpowder explosives!
That's it! It's against human nature!
He has heard enough!
It's obvious that these villains are jealous of his talent!
He wants money, lots of money! Support his research!
He wants to experiment, and a large number of living people will become the specimens of his experiment!
Also, there is the demon hunter in front of me!
He is the perfect gift given to him by God!
As long as he is dissected, the art of Alzur is right in front of you!
How much pain, how much disease, and human lifespan will be solved!
Ortolan looks crazy.
So, witcher, offer your body.