I Have A Wizard World - Chapter 382

The bodyguard stared at his great emperor, kneeling down in front of a woman like a humble slave, and suddenly felt that the whole world had collapsed.

“Emperor… Your majesty!”

He trembled as if unable to speak.

Emperor Moco only felt that the pressure on him had disappeared. He slowly stood up, turned his head and looked at the guard. He looked calm and said, “Oh, is the third man back?”

When the bodyguard heard the calm voice, he felt frozen in the ice.

“Yes… Yes, your majesty.”

The guard knelt down and trembled.

Emperor Moco walked to the bodyguard step by step, stroked his palm on the bodyguard’s head, and shook it with expressionless force.

“Click!”

A crisp crack.

The guard’s celestial cover was broken into pieces, and the white brain mixed with blood flowed out. Soon, it formed a pool of liquid emitting a fishy smell on the smooth ground.

The maid in white gauze looked indifferent when she saw the scene in front of her.

A moment later, a team of bodyguards quickly came in. Seeing this scene, they knelt down one after another.

“He intended to assassinate the emperor. Go and hang his body outside the palace.”

“Yes, your majesty!”

The chief bodyguard lowered his head and gave a quick answer.

Although he knew that the assassination in the mouth of his Majesty was just a rotten excuse, he dared not refute it at all.

For ordinary Moco people, the emperor is their heaven. Their fear of the royal family seems to be engraved in the depths of their genes and almost become an instinct.

The people were carrying the bodies and were about to leave the hall. Emperor Moco stopped them again.

“Wait, let the third come in.” Emperor Moco ordered again.

“Yes, your majesty.”

When Emperor Moco saw the crowd withdraw, he bowed his head again in front of the maid and assumed a submissive attitude.

The maid who witnessed emperor Moco’s behavior all the way snorted coldly, and seemed to despise him even more.

“Emissary, let you laugh.”

“OK, I’m tired. I’ll have a rest first. As for your joining Mobis in the Moco Empire, I’ll consider it.”

“Emissary, I……”

“Father!”

Emperor Moco was about to say something when a bright voice came in. Listening to the language, it was Mobis.

In order to join Mobis, the Moco Empire paid a huge price, so that all members of the royal family learned Mobis language.

Moreover, according to the emperor’s idea, if they can join the Mobis alliance in the future, they are even prepared to change the common language of the Moco people into Mobis.

When the maid heard this Mobis language, she turned her head with a little surprise and looked outside the hall.

A moment later, a burly Moco man with a height of nearly three meters entered the hall. It was his Highness the third prince.

When the third prince saw the maid beside his father, he didn’t take the lead in visiting his father. Instead, he knelt down and saluted the maid and said, “the Third Prince of the Moco Empire has seen the observation envoy!”

The third prince recognized the wrong person and took the maid as an observation envoy.

“Ben is not my master. Don’t shout!”

The maid frowned slightly. She seemed very angry that others mistook her for observation, but she wasn’t too angry in fact.

After hearing this, the third prince was slightly stunned, then adjusted and said, “Messenger, this is my gift to you!”

With that, the third prince held the red ore, lowered his head and approached the maid step by step.

When the maid saw the ore in the hands of the third prince, the original casual expression disappeared. A touch of surprise flashed on her face, and then she pressed down again. She said coldly, “cloud pattern fine gold?”

“Good eyesight, emissary!”

The third prince quickly flattered.

The maid ignored him and stretched out her hand slightly. The red ore was held by a force and floated into her green jade hand.

She looked at the red ore in her hand and identified it carefully. It was cloud pattern fine gold. Her mood suddenly became better: “you have a heart.”

With that, a smile appeared on his face.

The third prince and Emperor Moco glimpsed the smile on the maid’s face and felt a burst of joy in their hearts, but they didn’t dare to show it, but said in fear: “it’s good if the messenger likes it.”

“Well, I know all about you. Don’t worry. I’ll help you speak well in front of the observation envoy.”

The maid said, putting the red ore in her hand into her space equipment, and said.

When the father and son heard this guarantee, they were both ecstatic and said in the same voice, “thank you, Ambassador!”

“Yes.”

The maid smiled and nodded.

……

The alien world.

Soon after Fang Cheng left the black-and-white tower, he remembered his old rival in the foreign world, the College of the dead.

Fang Cheng has a long history of resentment with the College of the dead. From the time he almost died in the hands of the wizard of the College of the dead to the time when the president of the College of the dead was killed by Fang Cheng, the two can be said to have been an endless situation.

Now the College of the dead is in a state of decline. There are no big wizards and the experts in the college have been lost. It is a good time to destroy it.

However, as Reza said, the College of the dead is one of the seven seeds of civilization left by Mobis on this planet, and its defense must be very strong.

Fang Cheng once looked through the diary of the East Saint wizard. According to the records in the diary, after becoming a Morningstar wizard, the East Saint wizard still can’t destroy the necromancer college, not to mention Fang Cheng now.

Although he set foot on the road of Morningstar, he was still different from the real Morningstar wizard.

How can he do something that even the Morningstar wizard can’t do.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng couldn’t help thinking.

But he was unwilling to ask Fang Cheng to let go of the necromancer college. Let alone Fang Cheng promised a003 that he would destroy all the black wizards in the future.

Even his endless relationship with the College of the dead is enough to make him have the idea of eradicating the root.

“Master, what are you thinking?”

Tanya saw that Fang was looking worried and couldn’t help asking.

“I’m thinking about the College of the dead.”

Sure enough, when it comes to the College of the dead, Tanya’s beautiful face becomes a little distorted.

After a while, the excited Tan Yacai adjusted her mood and said softly, “is the master thinking about how to destroy them?”

Hearing this, Fang Cheng raised his head and looked at Tan Yacheng.

I almost forgot that this one hates the College of the dead more than himself.

He nodded and said, “yes, do you have any way?”

Fang Cheng really can’t think of any good way. Even the Morningstar wizard can’t break the defense of the necromancer college, and he’s even more hopeless.

He just asked casually. Unexpectedly, Tanya really had a way.

“Master, have you ever heard of Thor’s hammer?”

“The hammer of Thor, the king of orcs?” Fang Cheng frowned and looked at Tan ya.

Tan Ya nodded gently, “yes, it’s the king of orcs.”