"Jennings, how's the plan going?"
A vague hoarse voice came from the crystal mirror.
Viscount Jennings smiled and said, "The plan is all normal. I have sent Baron Marcus to Melitele to cause chaos."
"If that mob does not overthrow this group of witches, my army will arrive at Melitele tomorrow morning and accuse them of harming the people."
"Then use force to force them to hand over the high priest, send them to the gallows, and then drive the remaining people out Kaedwen."
The magic crystal phantom pondered for a while, "Very good, winter will come soon. At this time, even if they don't do anything, they can't get past Pontar River."
"Cevahir You can feel at ease now that you know this."
Viscount Jennings saluted again, "Please also say hello to Madam for me."
Phantom waved his hand, "I remember that you hired a group of dwarf mercenaries before?"
Viscount Jennings sighed.
"Sir, I originally arranged for Temple of Melitele to take over the task of hunting Wyvern. I thought that the dwarf would take the opportunity to use Wyvern to kill the nun, so as to reduce Melitele's prestige among the people."
"But unfortunately, the demon hunter nicknamed Raven is also there, causing the mission to fail."
Magic Crystal Phantom: "Hmph, these non-human races are really worthless trash. They can't even handle a nun and Monstrum."
Viscount Jennings said flatteringly, "However, things always turn out well, especially the public opinion tactics that Mr. taught me. Melitele With the addition of the demon hunter, I can already predict tomorrow's results, which is absolutely amazing to me."
"Compared to my master's masterpiece "Monstrum, or Description of the Demon Hunter", this book is far behind. It was a national sensation and destroyed the witcher's lair Kyle Mohan in one fell swoop."
When Arwen behind the tent heard this, his breathing suddenly stopped and he clenched his fists.
The shadow in the crystal mirror said, "Put away your compliments, it's just a little trick."
Viscount Jennings leaned down and opened the drawer under the wooden table with his right hand, making a sharp noise.
"I express my admiration from the bottom of my heart. Your casual suggestion has already benefited me a lot."
He took something out of the drawer and held it carefully in his hand.
"This is what I found according to your request. Please take a look."
The shadow in the crystal mirror trembled and took the initiative to close the distance.
The scene fell into silence, and then there were excited voices.
"Okay, that's it!"
Viscount Jennings heard this, and his eyes burst into intense joy.
"Then please sir, please say a few kind words for me in front of His Majesty in the future."
"Of course, wait!"
Crystal Phantom suddenly raised his voice, "Jennings, are you in the camp now?"
Viscount Jennings raised his head, showed doubts in his eyes, and said hesitantly, "Yes, sir."
"It's so quiet."
Crystal Phantom's words had just finished.
The tent curtain was blown by the cold wind, and fog invaded.
The cold air sent shivers down his spine and goosebumps spread all over his body.
"Tsk!"
A dark sword flashed with light, piercing through his chest, his heart was crushed by the sword's edge, and blood slowly flowed down the grooves of the sword's body.
Viscount Jennings's face first showed an expression of shock, and then his facial features twisted together ferociously, his mouth was flooded with blood, and he let out a painful whimper.
The items in his hands fell to the thick mat on the ground.
"Ah!"
Sienna screamed in terror, and his body became weak.
A silver sword light flew out, drawing a bright streak in the air.
The tip of the sword inserted into her sexy red lips and penetrated through the back of her head. With strong force, she dragged her naked body and nailed her to the wooden cabinet behind her.
"Hum!"
Her bright crimson eyes reflected a cloud of mist, and her body began to twitch continuously.
Arwen pulled out his giant sword and threw Viscount Jennings's body into the corner of the tent, knocking off the striped flag hanging on the tent.
Surrounded by mist, he walked forward, and a deep voice slowly sounded.
"It seems that I have disturbed your meeting."
The magic shadow in the crystal mirror stared at Arwen, trying to see his face clearly through the thick fog.
The same is true for Arwen, except that the shadow in the magic crystal mirror is also blurry, but looking at the frequency of the body shaking, it can be seen that the other party is very angry.
"Who are you? Do you know that killing a noble is a serious crime?"
Arwen squatted down and picked up what Viscount Jennings was holding just now. It was a round stone ring.
"Before you ask someone else's name, shouldn't you state your own name first?"
"Damn it!"
The magic crystal phantom roared angrily.
"That's my thing, I order you to put it down."
Arwen rubbed the stone ring with his palm. The stone ring was simple and natural, with dense elven runes carved on its surface.
Put it into the inner tank with a teasing tone.
"Is it so important? Ha, then I'll accept it."
The magic crystal phantom said, "You are seeking death. If you go against me, you will regret it."
After saying this, the magic crystal phantom began to twist and split into dense gray vertical strips.
The crystal mirror rose into the air, its surface trembling violently, making the sound of broken porcelain.
"He wants to interrupt this communication and destroy the current magic item."
"We must not let him succeed."
Arwen raised his hand decisively, pressed the void against the mirror, his vertical pupils flashed with strange luster, and he chanted a spell.
Communication magic, mentioned in Tissaia's "Common Low-Level Magic of the Four Elements", is a very fragile spell. The farther the communication distance, the greater the consumption.
This magic can be easily interrupted by exerting strong mental interference on his mental mark.
The mental power slanted out and enveloped the entire mirror. Thousands of threads penetrated it, and soon a wisp of green marks that kept beating were captured.
"Found it."
[Dual Souls] broke out and was quickly annihilated under the constant erosion.
The violently shaking crystal mirror regained its composure and fell back to the table.
Kingdom of Kaedwen, Cinda.
In an orchard, there are many apple trees. Every branch is drooping heavily and is covered with red apples.
In the thatched house, a middle-aged man wearing a purple mage robe looked at the magic crystal mirror in front of him with a sinister expression.
It was the wizard who appeared in Upper March Brunan Castle that day.
In his narrowed eyes, the irises were like polished metal, shining with a terrifying luster.
He clasped his hands firmly on the corners of the table, his tone suppressed with anger.
"Psychic shock? Masked by fog? Don't let me see you clearly?"
"Oh, is he the court wizard of Hengfors League? Or is he a student of my Ben Ade Magic Academy?"
"Okay, no matter who you are, if you dare to go against me, I will make you into my puppet."
After that, he raised the magic crystal mirror in front of him and smashed it to the ground, shattering it into pieces.