In the blue sky, golden glow spread across the snow-white tower body, and the faint purple patterns radiate illusory light. The pure and solemn aura gradually dissipated. In the indistinct scene, only the towering mage tower stands.

At this moment, in the white hall on the top of the Violet Mage Tower, there were countless cracks in the neat floor, and the walls engraved with mysterious patterns were shattered, and from time to time, frost could be seen covering the ground.

Moira stood aside with a pale face, gasping violently, telling her fatigue; Du Bois on the other side leaned against the wall, blood spreading on the corner of her mouth, and her body trembled slightly.

"Hey, Craigie, everything has been decided, the king has been established, do you still want to continue to take action?" Du Bois took out an iron pot from his arms, drank a sip of strong wine, and looked at Craigie with a faint face not far away, feeling weak inside.

He thought that the gap with Craggie was not too big. Until he took action, he completely understood the differences in the legendary path. Everyone pursued different rules and had different paths of progress, which created a gap in strength. He had tried the ups and downs of it.

"The legendary spell caster, especially those who own the wizard tower, is indeed an existence that cannot be provoked."

Wipe the wine stains on the corner of his mouth at will, Du Bois waited for Craigie's answer. He knew that there would be no problem with his own safety. After all, they represent the noble parliament, well... To be specific, it should be said that the guy Moiran represents the noble parliament, and he was just a hired mercenary.

Now that the punishment has been implemented, it’s time to say some gorgeous scenes.

Du Bois had already penetrated the hypocritical faces of these nobles and was happy to do so. Tasks with rich rewards are rare. Moreover, as a legendary warrior, he was rough and thick in skin. His current injuries were recovered after lying on his body in a few days.

Hum? Du Bois's face changed slightly, and he turned to look outside Whitehall. He felt the unfamiliar spell fluctuations, but the revealed aura suddenly entered the legendary road.

Not only him, Moira and Craggie also turned their heads to look at the source of the spell.

Tat! Tat!

The sound of crisp footsteps sounded, the door opened slightly, revealing a tall figure in a mage robe, with ice-blue hair spreading over her shoulders, her deep eyes looking around, and finally landing on Craigie.

"Guy Craig Valente, I've seen Craig's crown." Guy looked at the center of the Whitehall, half-floating in the air, and nodded slightly.

"Please forgive me if you don't invite me!"

Then, he looked at the other two, and the confusion flashed on his fair face. He did not expect that he would encounter an unexpected situation during this Violet trip. The two legendary crown princes, and the damage traces in the hall, obviously, they had fought.

As for victory, he clearly felt that the other two legends were seriously injured, while Craigie's crown was intact.

Craggie looked down at Guy who was here at this moment, and her wrinkled face revealed a trace of memories. The boy once was already a legend, but he saw a trace of magical aura on the other party. Is it the work of Ogster's crown?

"Have you seen His Majesty Guy!" Craggy let out a breath, dissipated the spell, gently landed on the floor, bowing slightly to Guy in honor.

It has nothing to do with strength, it is a salute to Guy's current identity.

"Two, things have come to this point. It's time to leave. Maybe you don't want to stay in the mage tower, right?" Craigie looked at Moira and Dubois, and a hint of anger and fatigue appeared in her eyes.

The noble parliament is worthy of being the noble parliament, a giant that still stands tall from ancient times to today.

"Teacher, this trip is so offensive, then we will take it back!" Moira said softly, and finally looked at the teacher in front of her, then decisively tore the scroll apart. The obscure space fluctuates and leads Du Bois directly to Lemontanelu.

The tasks they shoulder have been completed, and the subsequent tasks will naturally be handled by someone.

Scream! Scream!

The blue mist suddenly appeared in the Whitehall, clearing the broken traces under the aftermath of the battle. It was said that it was a fight, but in fact it was just relying on powerful spiritual power and surging spell energy to suppress the other two.

The real fight between legends is not so small. It can be seen from the situation of the bottomless abyss before. The aura that crisscrosses the world is enough to completely destroy Limontanelu. (Previously, Creggy took action to stop the aftermath of the battle by relying on the Violet Mage Tower.)

"They were also the work left by His Majesty Lloyd, from the noble parliament!" After Craggie finished handling it, he spoke quietly. He had always paid attention to St. Bernard's Palace and had already noticed Lloyd's situation.

There was also the movement of the Frost Whisperer Ogster, the terrifying powerful man who resounded through the bottomless abyss. Even he was in control of the Violet Mage Tower, he was extremely afraid.

"The Legendary Road is not easy to walk. If you don't understand anything, you can come and ask me often."

Craigie said this to such a point, which means that he has recognized Guy's position as king, which also means that Violet Mage Tower will stand behind Guy and continue to protect the Kingdom of Stock.

With his footsteps slightly moved, Guy stood out on the white jade railing, half a position behind Craigie to show his inner respect.

The atmosphere of silence came, and the breeze at noon drifted between the two, blowing a cool feeling until the soft and powerless words sounded.

"I haven't been able to accept what happened yet, things have been going too far..."

Before he could finish his words, a trace of confusion appeared on Guy's face, just as Jasper said, he should not trust anyone, nor should he show the weakness of the emperor, but who knows the pressure he is under, and who knows what he is thinking in his heart.

The Violet Mage Tower, Craigie's Crown, was the place where he chose to open his heart, because there were his memories, and here was his Godfather, the only person who kept in touch with him after he left Limontanelu. (The Godfather: the one who gave the name of the church when the baby or young child was baptized and guaranteed his education.)

"Who can really grasp the trajectory of fate..." Craggie looked at the changing sky, with a hint of sadness in her eyes. Speaking of which, his friendship with Lloyd can be traced back a long time, and is considered a friend of age. (The lifespan of the legend is far higher than that of ordinary people and professionals.)

"Only by controlling oneself can we have a certain grasp of the future!"

The profound words dissipated in the air with the blowing breeze. Guy came to his senses slightly and looked at Limontanelu after the bloody rain under his feet, and his expression gradually returned to his original indifference.

"Uncle Craig, what do you think of Baron Modrian?"

Upon hearing this, Craigie frowned slightly, her old look became more and more obvious, and Modrian's figure was reflected in her muddy eyes, the little guy he had noticed in the Violet Mage Tower.

"I don't know very well. It may be that there are at least two legendary forces in ancient times, so try not to provoke the forces behind Modrian."

The scenes of fighting in the bottomless abyss are still vivid in my mind. The fall of the legend is not something that can be easily concealed. Perhaps soon, the forces behind Modrien will surface.

"And he should have no intention of participating in the disputes in the Kingdom of Stoke, otherwise they would not have sat on the alternation of the throne last night." Craggie turned her head and said to Guy with a serious expression.

"Do you want to avenge that little guy Saroyan?"
Chapter completed!