Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 296 - 296 147 Flipping the Table_3

296: Chapter 147: Flipping the Table_3 296: Chapter 147: Flipping the Table_3 The expansive military tent collapsed amidst a thunderous crack, scattering its walls and roof.

The guards outside the tent were flipped over by the sudden blast wave.

Soldiers in the distance, startled by the noise, cast their astonished gazes.

As they saw knights and nobles burst out of the sturdy tent like petals scattered in the wind, and the commander’s tent collapsed with a boom, the Lu Family’s soldiers couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat.

“Protect the Commander!”

Instantly, cries rang out in the camp, as guards clad in heavy armor and wielding long spears surged densely toward the center of the explosion.

Leon twisted his body mid-air, pushed against the ground before landing to use the momentum to land on his side, his shin armor and steel boots carving two marks on the ground from the blast’s force.

Having just stabilized himself, he drew his sword and rose to search for the silhouette of his boss.

But the Master of Thorns was no weakling either; his landing was even more graceful than Leon’s, and the other knights of Farolis were already guarding their Sealing Lord.

The noble lords attending the arbitration meeting were all skilled in martial arts.

Even the few who were below the average level of a knight were merely thrown in a more disheveled manner by the sudden shock, with no one seriously injured.

Hilgard steadied himself, flicked his sleeves, and beckoned to his war hammer magic wand, which flew eight zhang away.

The all-steel heavy magic wand returned to his hand with a whoosh as the Wizard consultant immediately gathered magic power, and a series of rune lights illuminated on the hammer’s handle.

Hilgard pointed the war hammer at his old friend and asked with incredulous eyes, “Met?

Have you lost your mind?”

If it weren’t for the fact that the Great Knight Kellan had been left by Trosa in Mamor County to command the army, Met’s sudden outburst might have already resulted in decapitation.

Hilgard couldn’t understand why his old friend had suddenly turned hostile.

Even if imprisonment confirmed his guilt, as long as he was alive, with Earl Nos’s intercession and various methods within the Society, escaping prison and punishment was not impossible; Met, of all people, should be aware.

Everything still had room for maneuver, certainly, the Society would not idly watch a Warlock Master be casually executed by the nobility.

But now that he had initiated a direct conflict…

it was beyond redemption.

This place was in the center of the grand army, surrounded by so many Knights of Valor and elite soldiers that even a Warlock Master couldn’t escape, and now that a fight had started, Hilgard himself could not stand by idly anymore.

Met looked at the astonishment on his old friend’s face and shook his head inwardly.

He would not surrender without a fight.

Once in prison, even if the nobles of Orland spared him, others would not let him live.

He could no longer stay in the North; he had to desperately fight for a slim chance of survival today.

Not far away, Count Trosa, protected by his vassals, stood up and dusted off his cloak.

Even without an investigation, everyone now understood the truth.

Moreover, such actions against the nobility, according to the kingdom’s laws, warranted death by hanging a thousand times over with no injustice.

“Seize Met, dead or alive,” the commander ordered the knights and lords.

However, Canis, who had long been suppressing his anger, had already burst forth like a ferocious beast wielding a sword even before Trosa spoke up.

Baron Gunar had not managed to stop his eldest son from taking the lead.

With a roar, the Wolf Family Young Master, carrying the hatred and resentment for losing the pride and glory he should have had lifelong, erupted in rage.

“Wizard!

I’ve come back from the Netherworld to settle the score with you!!!”

The ground beneath his boots cracked thunderously, and as the earth split, Canis’s eyes turned blood-red as he raised his long sword.