Just like that, the kingdom and the five lords completely tore off their original facade of kindness. They used the king's treacherous ministers as an excuse to launch an army attack on the capital.
For a time, Faroe Kingdom fell into a civil war.
Not only that, but the kingdom's army that had been sent out to encircle the five lords was defeated in the first battle. They were defeated by the alliance of the five lords in the Sky River Fortress.
It was said that there were many foreign forces helping them in the dark. They used extremely powerful mages to attack the kingdom's army, causing huge losses. They suffered a crushing defeat.
As the rebel forces gradually grew stronger, rumors began to spread in the capital. They said that the king was cruel, forcing the five lords to rebel.
Not only that, but it was also revealed that the great wizard Snake God had died. The kingdom no longer had the protection of an ultimate mage.
Under all these rumors, the capital was in a state of panic, not to mention the palace and the Hiro Magic Academy.
Once the kingdom was defeated, the entire capital would be cleared.
I didn't expect such a major event to have happened outside.
Lei Luo sighed endlessly.
However, he frowned. If the rebel army won, wouldn't his peaceful days be over?
Although he wasn't afraid, he didn't want to make trouble.
He was used to staying in this library.
Forget it. If it really comes to the moment when the kingdom is about to collapse, I'll lend a hand.
Lei Luo shook his head.
At least the king wasn't bad. Moreover, he didn't want to see the two children suffer such a disaster.
...
At night, on Mount Moss, 800 kilometers away from the capital.
The representatives of the five foreign forces met.
Five people.
Four men and one woman.
Each of them had an extremely terrifying aura, and they were all high-level elemental mages.
A man wearing a black robe asked indifferently, "Are you sure that using poison is effective, and that you can kill King Faroe?"
"The poison of my mysticism cult has never failed. As early as a few decades ago, we had already made arrangements. It is likely that the capital will make a move soon."
The one who spoke was a masked figure with an evil and strange aura.
The others frowned.
The poison of the mysticism cult was indeed powerful. All the mages in the middle-earth were terrified just by hearing its name.
Back then, the mysticism saintess had trained the heavenly poison spell to a terrifying level. Once it was used, it would turn into a poisonous domain within a hundred meters, exterminating everything.
"What if that old thing Moseley isn't dead yet? He might not be able to poison King Faroe to death, right?"
"Haha, that would be the best. To save King Faroe, an ultimate mage would need to expend a large amount of magic power, and an ultimate mage without magic power would still be an ultimate mage?"
"This is indeed a good plan."
"Since that's the case, once the king dies, it'll be up to the five families to see who can be the first to enter the capital, and who will be the leader of the future Faroe Kingdom."
"Alright."
"Then it's decided."
"Agreed."
Soon, the five of them finished their discussion and flew in different directions, quickly disappearing.
...
The palace in the capital.
The king was discussing important matters with a few ministers.
The current war situation was already very disadvantageous to the kingdom. The allied army of the lords had already crossed the Hilo River and was about to reach the Varo region. It was less than 500 kilometers away from the Imperial City.
It was not until late at night that the ministers left.
The king rubbed the space between his brows. His eyes were blood red. He had not slept well for several nights in a row. He could not help it, the pressure was too great.
Although he had already anticipated the current situation, he still had an unbearable feeling as if he was suffocating.
He was not only facing the five ambitious lords, there were also other malicious forces spying on him in the dark.
This was not only an internal conflict of the Faroe royal family, it also involved external enemies.
Unfortunately, his few lords and brothers had already been blinded by power. They had colluded with the foreign enemies with the intention of seizing Faroe Kingdom.
The order he issued to weaken the lords was just a primer.
"Your Majesty, drink some meat soup."
An old mage servant placed a bowl of steaming meat soup beside him.
The king was a little hungry. He put down the information in his hands, picked up the bowl of soup, and drank it slowly. However, his brows were tightly furrowed. It was obvious that he was thinking about the problem as he drank.
The old mage watched quietly from the side.
After drinking a bowl of meat soup, the king continued to read the intelligence report. Suddenly, his entire body shook, and his expression changed drastically. He covered his chest, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.
The old mage was just about to carry the bowl out when he suddenly saw the king's appearance, and he immediately asked, "Your Majesty, What's wrong with you?"
"I. . ."
The king's eyes widened, but it was as if he could not say a word. He only held his chest with his hand, and his face instantly turned green and gray.
"Not good, His Majesty has been poisoned. Quickly send a healer over!"
The old mage saw that it was not good and cried out for help.
Immediately, the sound of footsteps came from outside, and human figures emerged from the darkness. Among them, there was a stooped old wizard in purple who instantly moved to the king's side.
He grabbed the king's wrist, and his brows quickly became extremely unsightly.
"This, this is the fog divine cult's poison magic!" he said with a face full of shock.