Chapter 973 Starting to Go Crazy

At this time, Masnow was indeed staying on the main island of Ulthuan as Broxson expected, but there was something unexpected. He was not in Caledor's homeland, but in Tyron Locke.

A group of Caledorian troops were stationed at the guard tower on the border of Tyranlock. A hundred years ago, the relationship between the two sides could not be said to be mutually suspicious, but could only be said to be in dire straits.

Fortunately, the presence of a common leader allowed Masnobu's army to move much faster, without having to worry too much about the cooperation of the local nobles.

The moist sea breeze on the shore made Masnow feel nostalgic. Once upon a time, being stationed on the coast was something that every dragon prince must experience. But a hundred years ago, the defense zone could only be near the Dragon's Back Mountains, but now it has been extended to Tyron Locke, and maybe also A kind of progress.

At least the glory of the revival we long for is gradually approaching, no matter how much it costs during this period...

The champion warrior shifted his vision back from the invisible Dragon's Back Mountains in the distance, and returned his attention to this simple sentry tower.

According to the Phoenix Court's plan, the best place to fight is to choose the Dragon Gate and use natural obstacles as resistance to block Malekith's first attack to prevent Druzi from entering the Inner Ring Kingdom again.

However, the Dragon Palace formulated another plan, using Nagaris as the combat location, approaching the landing Druzi from Dragon Gate, Tyron Locke, and Charis.

He is responsible for assisting Tyron Locke in realizing this plan, while the Dragon Gate is commanded by Agathel. The situation of Charis is a bit bad. The old lion is unwilling to let the Dragon Prince intervene and firmly lets Eltharion and Aislin lead the way. The East attacks Druzi.

The champion warrior took a long breath, and was about to personally demonstrate how to deploy defense facilities to Tyranloc's new recruit Danzi, but he saw an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

This made Masnot's expression change, and he signaled the guards to isolate an empty area. He needed to see what these two lunatics wanted to do.

The palace mage's face was a little haggard, but the excitement in his eyes could not be concealed. He arrived in front of Masno as quickly as possible, ignoring the regulations prohibiting the unwarranted use of magic, and reached the target point with several short-range teleportation spells.

"Masnow, we've had an amazing success."

"Your so-called ascension plan... I think it needs to be terminated. Do you know how many deformed and mutated elves have been processed by my hands? There are thousands of them, ranging from children to old people. In decades, there have been no A success story!”

Hardaris didn't care about Masnuo's objections and took his old friend's arm. This time his eyes were particularly serious, which also made Masnuo's cold attitude soften a little.

"Yes, yes, our experiment killed many Druzi, including some Assur who were caught in secret, and Aslay as well, but it was all worth it."

Masno cursed a piece of shit. The palace invested a lot of money in the top-secret research institute. The soldiers responsible for guarding may not be able to see their families again for the rest of their lives. As a result, the two of you only came up with piles of deformed monsters. The success rate is better than that of the Chaos Champion. The warrior's promotion to the Demon Prince is even lower. Can this be called worthwhile?

The champion warrior wanted to break free from the arm held by his old friend, but found that the thin palm was like an iron pincer and could not be shaken at all.

He had a guess in his mind, but he still didn't want to believe it. He shook his arm again in an attempt to break free, but it only made the iron clamps stronger.

Masnuo turned his head coldly and gave an order to the guard captain.

"Clear everyone in the guard tower. No one is allowed to enter until I come out."

"Yes." Although he couldn't figure out what happened to the two big figures, the captain of the guard was still a loyal executioner. There was always a legend circulating in Anaheim that the two court mages were madmen, and everyone was very afraid of being targeted.

After the unrelated people left, Masnow let out a low roar and hit Hadaris in the face with an old fist. All kinds of emotions including suspicion, anger, and surprise appeared in his heart.

"Are you fucking crazy, using yourself as a test subject?! Do you know how much energy the prince has put into you in order to shield yourself from the prying eyes of the dark gods!"

"Yes, yes, I understand." Hadaris should have fallen down after receiving an old punch from Masnow, but except for some broken skin and scratches on his face from the steel gauntlet, his tone no longer sounded like He was as calm as before, his blue eyes vaguely flashing a blood-red light.

"But it is precisely because I understand that I know the importance of this power. Thinking about when Randy and Wycliffe died, if Davian got the power of Nephalem like me, Tyrion would never be A threat, as are Malekith and Kadron!

Think about those people who died on the battlefield, if they all had the strength of Damian or Mishan..."

Masnot didn't want to say more, and threw Hardaris two more punches. This time, the champion warrior was serious, and the punches were so fast that the air made violent explosions.

Several teeth popped out of the mouth of Hadaris, who was flying in mid-air. He had not experienced a battle for a long time, so even though the court mage had gained great power, he was unable to react to his old friend's attack so quickly and decisively.

Masnuo pulled out the blue fury from his waist, walked step by step to his old friend lying on the ground, and pointed the cold edge of the holy sword at the palace mage's throat.

"You are paranoid. We agreed to this plan at the time because we wanted a group of controllable and high-quality soldiers who could be killed at any time, but you actually made yourself a victim! Power can be obtained through various methods, but once the identity is changed, it will be destroyed. There is no way to go back to the original state.”

Hadaris looked directly at his old friend's questioning. When his body was gradually covered by the cold air and his hands and feet became cold and stiff, he asked a question.

"You and I both know what the real threat is, and if we don't go crazy, eventually the Chaos Gods will drive us crazy until we lose everything in our madness.

Or do you just want to be a burden to the prince. When he shoulders everything, you can only stay behind and hate your own weakness. What we need to face is an unprecedented crisis, even if this power will turn us into something indescribable. , but it’s all worth it. "

Perhaps the words that were deep in his heart touched Masnow. He deflected the blue and angry sword a few points, and the cold air that could freeze a living person to death spread a little slower.

"You should have a formed team in hand, and I need to evaluate whether these people are reliable."

"Twelve people have initially integrated the power of the Nephalem. Even with bare hands, I think they are enough to compare with the Flameborn Knight."

Masnuo snorted coldly, took back his sword, and gave the court mage an ultimatum.

"If there is anything suspicious about these people, not only will they be destroyed, but I don't need to say more about the fate of you two." (End of Chapter)