Chronicles of Ryan the Wizard

After a long time, the underground palace slowly returned to its original dimness. Daphne slowly let go of her hand holding Teddyen, and Teddyen slowly walked away a few steps, as if nothing happened just now. happened before.

Bury rubbed his eyes and slowly recovered his vision. He squinted his eyes and looked towards the center of the explosion. The scene in front of them shocked them:

At the center of the explosion, there was a pit half a meter deep. The hard and flat ground was changed by Ryan's magic, and the power of the magic explosion spread outward.At the gargoyle phalanx not far away, at least hundreds of gargoyles were affected by the explosion and turned into ashes. The originally neat phalanx clearly showed an arc-shaped gap.

A young man in a magic robe stood silently, watching everything in front of him silently. Bury cleared his throat and asked loudly: "Where is the mysterious man, Lane Mage?"

Ryan turned his head, his face was faintly surprised, but Bury and the others did not notice. He pointed to the half-meter deep dirt pit and said to Bury: "Here are all the black armors he wears. , Has been blown to pieces. But I did not find his person."

"Of course you can't find anything." An old voice rang from behind Ryan, and Ryan immediately turned to guard with all his strength.

The black armor that was blown to pieces in the deep pit slowly emitted blue smoke. The smoke slowly merged in the air and gradually formed a human form. Soon, an image of an elderly man appeared in the six arrow servants. In front of the members of the Corps.

"Don't you..." Ryan asked.

"Yes." The image of the old man nodded. Although he tried to control his tone and make it more plain, the majesty in that tone was still unavoidable.

"Can you tell me now?" Ryan asked.

"Of course," the image of the old man slowly nodded: "You are the first person to defeat me, young little magician, I will naturally tell you everything."

"That was a long, long time ago." The image of the old man slowly walked onto the high platform and sat on the throne. He gently waved his hands and told his story for Ryan who was standing under the high platform. :

"I am the king of the Third Reich of Alexandria, and my name is Andrew. Just in the year of my 12th birthday, my father was killed in battle and the empire was falling apart. For the first time, I put on my black armor and led the loyal royal family. The guards stepped onto the battlefield of killing."

"Thirteen years later, when I was 25 years old, I finally put down the rebellion. When the guy who killed my father was brought before me by guards, I issued a harsh decree to exterminate all these rebels with blood. It dyed the entire Yegnas River red."

"After 10 years of development, my empire was fully restored. That year, I was 35 years old. On my birthday, in front of all the ministers of the empire, I issued a national mobilization order and began to conquer the country. The war, the war quickly spread to the south of this continent."

"Twenty-seven years later, when I was 62 years old, my country was three times larger than when my father reigned. Except for the area under my direct rule, the kings of 9 principalities declared allegiance to me and became my subject. Excluding the prairie in the north, the damn orcs, and the endless silent forest in the south, my empire can be said to be spread across the entire continent."

"In this way, I brought together skilled craftsmen from the entire continent to serve me, built a huge palace for pleasure, and secretly built a mausoleum here. After more than ten years, on my 80th birthday, my men One of the ministers used a portrait of a woman to wish me my birthday."

Speaking of this, the old man, who claims to be Andrew, the king of the Third Reich of Alexandria, suddenly became a little gentle in his tone, which was completely different from his previous majestic tone.

"This is a portrait of a female magician in Mochizuki City. I have at least more than 1,000 women in my life. But the portrait of that young female magician deeply moved me. I issued a statement that shocked my ministers. Decree, I want to marry this woman and make her my queen. My first son and I will inherit my empire! I will train him into a powerful magician, because only a wise magician can govern My huge empire."

"It's a pity, it's a pity." King Alexander Andrew’s tone suddenly brought endless murderous intent: "This damn woman, dare not to obey me, she actually stunned her maid on the eve of the wedding and dressed it up. This maid escaped from my palace. No one can disobey my orders, never!"

King Alexander Andrew roared and shouted: "I gave a cruel order, and my most trusted general led 20,000 knights who were loyal to me. They once destroyed three countries for me and slaughtered more than a million enemies. This time, they will bring that woman back to me, and if that woman defies my order again, they will bring her body back."

At this point, King Alexander Andrew suddenly fell silent.

Ryan couldn't help asking him: "What happened later?"

"Later?" King Alexander Andrew said with a hint of puzzlement: "Without news, my powerful knights soon lost any news. They are missing. I sent more troops to look for them, what? There are no traces. Just like that, the female magician and my knights have disappeared. Since then, no one has seen them or heard of them."

"The authority of the empire cannot be provoked!" King Alexander Andrew’s tone became weaker and weaker, but his words made people shudder: "I arrested everyone related to the female magician, including her family. There is the family of the minister who contributed the portrait. Only blood can defend the dignity of the king!"

"You killed them all?" Ryan asked, "Don't you have to kill?"

King Alexander Andrew did not answer this question. He looked at Ryan, who was emotional, and the latter also looked at him. Ryan suddenly found a trace of fatigue and a trace of weakness on his face.

"I beg you, young magician." King Alexander Andrew said suddenly: "This is the first time I have asked someone."

"Killing?" Ryan said disdainfully: "What have you done in your life besides killing?"

"Yes." King Alexander Andrew nodded slowly: "Indeed, I don't know how many people have been killed in my life, but often that is not my intention. I should have been a happy prince, slowly Waiting to inherit my father’s throne, but who ruined all this? From the moment I put on the black armor, I made an oath to myself in my heart: Only iron and blood can defend the dignity of the empire!"