Magus Tech (Technological Wizard)

"Who are you?" King Khufu frowned, looking at Macbeth and asked.

"Great King, please allow me to introduce myself." Macbeth bowed, "My name is Jones, and I come from Pompeii."

"Pompez City?" King Khufu raised his eyebrows. "That seems to be the city of Saudi Arabia, right? So, you are from Saudi Arabia?"

King Khufu's attitude quickly became a little cold and vigilant, and he questioned Macbeth: "Gentile, what are you doing here?"

"Your Majesty the great king, please do not misunderstand. Although I am indeed a foreigner, I firmly believe that Saudi Arabia will one day belong to the territory of Egypt, and the city of Pompeii will also be ruled by His Majesty."

King Khufu softened a bit, but said nothing.

Macbeth continued: "The main reason why I came here is to take the three swordsmen I specially trained to participate in the swordsmanship competition in Cairo City. During the competition, one swordsman was unfortunately killed, and The remaining two swordsmen are now on the field."

"So... the two swordsmen below are yours." King Khufu's eyes flickered, "No wonder some people say they are a group, no wonder they haven't started fighting yet."

"Your Majesty the great king, please don't misunderstand." Macbeth said, "The reason why they don't want to fight is my instructing. Because, under my careful training, they have become very good swordsmen, able to walk. To the finals of the Swordsmanship Conference has proven their strength.

I want to dedicate them to the king and keep him safe, not get wounded and die in battle. Of course, the final choice is still in the hands of the king. If you want them to give you a good fight, it's their greatest honor. "

"Even?" King Khufu narrowed his eyes slightly, "Dedicate it to me? Let me choose? You are a foreigner, why do you do this? Unless... you have some purpose."

"Your Majesty the great king, you are as wise as people praised you, and I... do have a small purpose."

"For what purpose?"

"I don't know, can I..." Macbeth didn't say it directly, but glanced at the soldiers standing in front of him.

King Khufu waved his hand and said to the soldier, "Let him in."

"Yes." The soldier stood to the side and put Macbeth into the noble viewing stand.

The Intelligence Minister Cherk next to King Khufu looked at Macbeth with some vigilance. Seeing that Macbeth was getting closer, he couldn't help but approach King Khufu and whispered a few words.

"I know." King Khufu said, just when Macbeth was still a few meters away from him, he waved his hand and asked the soldiers to stop Macbeth again, saying, "Okay, what is the purpose, let's talk about it. ."

"Yes." Macbeth bowed to thank him, then straightened his body a little bit, looked directly at King Hufu and said, "Your Majesty the great king, my small purpose is to get an answer to a question from you."

"Question? What question?" asked King Khufu.

"A very simple question." Macbeth said, "I heard that Pu Egypt wants to become a wizarding nation. I don't know what wizarding organization is behind it?"

"You!" King Khufu's eyes shrank when he heard Macbeth's words.

"Is it Hei'er Fort? Is it White Mist City? Or is it the Tree Mushroom Forest? Or is it Death Valley?" One name came out of Macbeth's mouth, and King Khufu's face changed greatly.

"You... who are you?!" King Khufu looked at Macbeth and asked.

"Me?" Macbeth's mouth twitched slightly, staring at King Khufu's eyes and saying, "Your Majesty the great king, I... the one who killed you."

"Brush!" King Khufu stood up directly from his seat, and fled to the entrance and exit at the back without hesitation at the next moment, and shouted at the same time: "Stop him for me!"

At this moment, King Khufu was very rational. He did not expect a group of soldiers and guards to kill Macbeth, but only asked to stop him for a moment. After all, the one who can calmly say who killed him,

And being able to name a bunch of wizarding organizations, I'm afraid it's probably the last thing he wants to see... wizards.

Damn wizard!

King Khufu thought, speeding up, Intelligence Minister Chekel quickly chased after him, grabbed King Khufu and ran aside: "Your Majesty, this way! There is an emergency carriage outside... I was wrong in this matter, I didn't expect the enemy to come so quickly, please allow me to resign after this incident."

"Okay, Chekel, don't talk about that, take me out of here first, and wait until I'm safe."

"Yes." Chekel responded hastily, pulling King Khufu to run towards the exit corridor faster.

At this time, on the noble viewing platform, the guards and soldiers left by King Khufu had already drawn their weapons and rushed towards Macbeth recklessly.

Among the guards, the two particularly tall people roared together, the blood vessels on the surface of the skin protruded, the muscles of the whole body were bulged, and a faint blood-colored mist seeped out of the pores. With red eyes, the two of them held a heavy battle axe in their hands, and slashed down at Macbeth.

"Uh, bloodline seeds? It's still the stronger kind, it's a pity..." Macbeth said to himself, stepping forward to meet many attacks.

...

A few seconds later, King Khufu was about to run into the corridor under the pull of the Intelligence Minister Chekel, when he turned his head subconsciously, his whole body went cold.

I saw that Macbeth smiled and walked past a large number of lifelike ice sculptures, stepping closer to him.

This!

"Your Majesty, run, I'll stop him!" Minister of Intelligence Chekel shouted, pushing King Khufu into the corridor and shouting with his back to King Khufu.

With a "brush", Checker pulled out a small and sharp dagger from the gold-trimmed sash around his waist.

King Khufu saw Checker's performance, and he was not polite, and quickly agreed: "Okay, Checker, you stop him. You sacrificed, and I will treat your family well."

"His Majesty……"

"Um?"

"I don't have a family, have you forgotten?"

"Uh..." King Khufu said, "Then I will erect a monument for you... well, if there is a chance."

"What?" Chekel wondered, turning his head to look at King Khufu standing behind him, "Your Majesty, why don't you... why don't you leave?"

"I'm afraid, I won't be able to leave." King Khufu said with a wry smile at this time, stepping back a little bit, standing side by side with Chekel.

Checker swept towards the exit corridor suspiciously, his eyes could not help shrinking, and he saw an identical Macbeth walking towards him - it was the other party who forced King Khufu back.

But... how is this possible?

"It's just a little trick of the wizard, do you need to be so surprised?" Macbeth from the front had already approached, and with a wave of his hand, the air surged violently, and with a "bang", it knocked Chekel into the corner.

"Da da da", Macbeth stepped closer to King Khufu, and at the same time, "Macbeth" in the corridor quickly disappeared.

"Is it an illusion?" King Khufu opened and closed his lips, a little regretting why he didn't have the courage to rush over, but it was too late.

"It's an illusion." Macbeth gave a definite answer, putting a hand on King Khufu's shoulder and smiling, "But it's real now, my majesty!"

Forehead……

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