"Get out of the way!" the boy shouted impatiently at Crodia who was blocking his way.

Crodia had no intention of giving in: "Young man, you'd better leave quickly, I don't want to fight you."

"Tsk... OK, I'll just retreat. Let's go." The boy hesitated for a moment, greeted the people just now, turned around and left, and disappeared into the fog in a short while.

Crodia was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but she felt a murderous intent coming. The young man held the weapon in his hand and stabbed Crodia in the face, but this time this time was far from as huge as before.

Croatia nimbled her body, avoided it, and grabbed the boy's wrist. At this moment, Crodia noticed a strange thing and stopped his movements. The boy had no magic power in his body, and even had no fighting spirit.

The boy took advantage of the few seconds when Crodia was distracted and broke free from Crodia's powerful big hand. He held the weapon in his hand tightly and took a deep breath. The weapon emitted a faint dark purple light. The mist that began to fade brought Crodia's attention back to reality. The mist did not fade normally, but was sucked by the weapon in the boy's hand.

The young man waved his weapon and slashed at Crodia. He no longer had the same structure as before. Crodia easily avoided it, but no matter how he called, the young man never responded to him.

Crodia felt an unknown feeling in her heart. She grabbed a gap and knocked out the weapon in the boy's hand. The boy's body fell into Crodia's arms. After he recovered a little consciousness, Crodia immediately pointed to the weapon that had turned back into a keychain and asked: "Boy! Where did you get this thing!"

"Then... that, I...I..." The young man was incoherent and struggled to escape from Crodia's arms, "I, I don't know..."

"Michaj! Enough! Don't be embarrassed." The sound of raindrops came from behind. Someone interrupted the boy's words unhappily. The owner of the voice was a woman. Crodia sounded a little familiar. Just as she was thinking, the man approached and looked at her face. Crodia couldn't help but be stunned: "Jessica?"

The woman who led the lead was the only girl among the four people I had seen in that room a few days ago. But at this moment, she was dressed differently from usual. She was wearing a navel-exposed dress that she would not wear on weekdays, her hair was combed into small braids, and then tied all around the back of her head.

At this time, she was also surprised and subconsciously covered half of her face with her hands: "Sacrifice... Uncle Priest? How could it be!"

The atmosphere was frozen halfway, like a hint of coolness brought by the fog.

"Sister! It's not good!" Suddenly someone shouted and ran towards this side. A fire lit up not far behind him, "Sister, Guojun, Guojun are coming here!"

"Tsk!" Jessica spat and took out an item of the same size as Mikaj's keychain, but the shape was completely different. At the ends of the golden column were two red glass balls of different sizes. However, from the gloss point of view, perhaps not made of glass.

Jessica pinched it with both hands and said nothing. The syllables she issued were not the language of any race that Crodia knew. Then, the metal rod became longer and had the length of a staff.

Jessica continued to make a strange sound, and the larger glass ball lit up a red light, gradually attracting the fog around her. The fog gradually faded. Then, when the fog around her dissipated, flames gushed out from it, splashing, igniting a lot of flammable objects, and building a wall of fire in front of her and her people. Crodia could only watch them go away helplessly.

The people of the National Army transported the water from a distance until the fire was put out. Fortunately, no huge losses were caused. However, Crodia and his group were scolded by several noble and wealthy families who were invaded by the fire. However, Crodia did not feel guilty for their burned black and burned things. The aftermath was left to the relevant people to be fully responsible. Crodia had something to do more.

Crodia hurried back to the palace, and saw the bright lights of the palace hall from afar. Several servants dressed in servants yawned and quickly came up and told Crodia to go to the conference room as soon as possible. Prime Minister Doug invited him.

Crodia felt unhappy, but she had to follow the servant.

As soon as he entered the conference room, Crodia saw Doug with a dark face and several followers standing behind him.

Doug waved his hand, and the people behind him understood it and went out.

After the last person walked out and brought it to the door, Doug spoke with a sinister face: "Sir, this is really a big deal."

"Oh? Is that?" Crodia sneered.

Doug spread his head on the chair and said slowly: "Of course, you, who promised to help me, not only did you not catch anyone, but also had such a big battle. I can't explain it to Your Majesty."
Chapter completed!