"No wonder I always hear Thor say that you are the most promising person in Pancontinent to become a sword master, and I am not as good as you." Mioric said while breathing heavily. His general's helmet had flown to nowhere, and his light yellow magic leather armor had become tattered. His tough leather boots could not withstand long-term vertical jumps and confrontations. The left boot opened, exposing his toes. The boot on the right was also torn, with blood stains appearing and disappearing. The most ridiculous thing is that Miocic's side was swept by Douqi, and his leather armor was torn, revealing his red underwear, but the battle gun in his hand was still shining brightly. It was obvious that he still had the energy to continue fighting. Go down.
"If we had fought a few days earlier, we might not have been able to decide the winner." Ernest smiled. He looked a little better than Miocic, more like an unfortunate person who had been beaten. And Miocic now looks like a soldier who escaped from the orc cave, looking very miserable.
"You mean you've made a breakthrough these days?"
"Yes."
"I knew I would have challenged you when you first came here." Mioric said angrily.
"I didn't expect that you are also a bully and shy of the strong!" Ernest was in a very happy mood. When he and An Fei competed in the past, An Fei had too many rules. This was not allowed to be used and that was not allowed to be touched. Although he could get it from An Fei Some inspiration, but where is the fun today? There is no fancy collision between fighting spirit and fighting spirit. This feeling has been gone for a long time.
"Although I am convinced that I lost, who doesn't want to be a winner." Miocic shrugged with a smile. His smile was not as sincere and enthusiastic as before, but instead had a touch of loneliness. It was just that Europe Ste was not aware of it from beginning to end.
At this moment, two men dressed as generals rushed over from a distance. They ran closer and saw the scene in the field. They were startled. Within a few hundred meters, all the trees were in different shapes. They fell to the ground in various strange postures. The originally neat grassland was also covered with ravines. There were fallen branches and fallen leaves and black soil that had been plowed out. It was as if a giant dragon had played wine here. He was like crazy, and Mioric's appearance became so embarrassed that they didn't recognize that it was their general.
"What's the matter?" Mioric turned around.
One of the generals jumped off his horse, ran quickly to Miocic, and whispered. Miocic frowned, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly: "I understand, you can leave first."
"Yes, general." The two generals jumped on their horses again, and the sound of horse hooves gradually faded away.
"You have business? Then I won't disturb you." Ernest sheathed his sword and said, "When are you free?" Today, Mioric suddenly asked him to have a spar outside the city. He didn't think much about it. He happily agreed to Mioric's challenge, and it turned out that his fight was not in vain. This battle was very enjoyable, and Ernest was looking forward to the next fight.
"There should be... no next time." Mioric sighed.
"Huh? What did you say?" Ernest didn't understand.
"Ernest, where are you going? Going back to Saul's house?" Mioric asked the question without answering.
"Then where can I go?" Ernest asked strangely.
"I suggest you don't go back."
"Why?"
"Niya is no longer there." Mioric smiled: "To be honest, I actually have another purpose in looking for you this time."
Ernest was not stupid, but because of the feeling of sympathy, he didn't think about anything else. At this moment, when he heard Mioric said that he had other purposes and suggested that he not go back, his face became solemn: "Go on. !”
"There are some things I can't tell you. I'm really sorry, but Niya is safe now. She has escaped from the Holy City."
When Ernest heard Mioric say the word 'escape', he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He couldn't believe that such a thing would happen, and he couldn't understand it.
"An Fei is your student?" Mioric asked.
Ernest shook his head.
"He is very good. He killed a magister, two high-level swordsmen, and... Zeda, haha, I forgot. Of course you don't know who Zeda is."
Ernest continued to remain silent, but his eyes became colder and colder.
"Then you should know about old Philip, right? How pitiful... Maybe it's because old Philip killed too many people before, and I don't know how many dead souls cursed him in hell. As a result, his only son died when he was only in his twenties. , finally raised his only grandson, and now... he was killed by An Fei again. This can be regarded as the curse being fulfilled..." Mioric had a hint of gloating.
"Old Philip? Is it him?" Upon hearing the word 'Philip', Ernest could no longer remain calm.
"Who else can there be besides him?" Mioric paused: "This is why I advise you not to return to the Holy City. Although Zeda is just a despicable playboy, he is Philip's wife. , I got the news, and Philip should have got it too. Unless you are sure to deal with the four great swordsmen, you will die if you go back! You should have heard that Philip is a very violent person. Rumors are unreliable. Let me tell you. , his character is even more violent than the rumors!"
Ernest took a deep breath. Of course he knew Philip. The Mayo Empire had two pillars. One was the magician from Sol's line, and the other was the swordsman from Philip's line. However, Philip once had an affair with Julan. Some unpleasant things happened to De, and then he announced that he would live in seclusion and refuse all guests to visit. Even so, his prestige still existed, and no one dared to mess with him. What was even more frightening was that Philip had many disciples, including three There are more than twenty people at the level of sword masters. This kind of strength is not something Ernest can fight against!
Philip is more than ten years older than Sol, and the average age of his students is also more than ten years older than Sol's students. More than ten years is enough for them to make a qualitative leap!
Thor's four most proud students are only high-level magisters. They are currently serving in two mercenary groups. This is the rule. Magicians who hope to go further will not hold idle positions in the palace. Swordsmen and knights need to Use fighting to improve yourself, and the same goes for mages. If Sol recruits his students, Philip also recruits his students, and the two sides fight... Ernest can't imagine what the outcome will be, but he I’m sure the results would be disastrous!
"Whose idea was all this?"
"Who else could it be?" Mioric smiled bitterly.
"If you didn't ask me out, this could have been avoided!" Ernest said sarcastically: "With such a stupid master, I don't know whether I should congratulate you or feel sad for you! If Sol and If Philip breaks away completely, the Mayo Empire will also fall apart!"
"I was just obeying the order, and I didn't know in advance that His Highness would find Zeda, but...it's useless to say that now." Mioric said lightly.
"Mioric, you have trampled on my respect for you, I will come to you!" Ernest's expression also became indifferent.
"Maybe there will be one day... Now you have to find Niya before Philip. I don't think you have much interest in me for the time being." Mioric smiled: "One last thing to tell you, Niya and the others They left through the west gate."
Ernest glanced at Miocic coldly, said nothing, gathered his fighting spirit, and shot straight to the west like a sharp arrow.
At the same time, An Fei's face became a little ugly. It was not easy to change An Fei's face, which was extremely tenacious and very good at disguising himself.
Chris Ding and others were looking at An Fei. Just now, Chris Ding told all about Zeda's origins. He explained it in great detail. He even talked about the strength and composition of the Philip family. He didn't want to scare him. An Fei, but wanted An Fei to know what they were going to face.
"Do you know why the lady suddenly became behaving?" Riska whispered: "Because she is afraid."
"Afraid of Philip?" An Fei asked.
Riska nodded heavily.
"I see that you have no objection at all, so you are willing to escape with me. You must be afraid of Phillip!"
Chris Ding and others looked at each other, and then lowered their heads in unison.
"Let me just say, my appeal and influence shouldn't be so great!" An Fei smiled bitterly.
"Then what should we do?" Riska asked.
"Run away as far as you can." A trace of worry flashed in An Fei's eyes. He ran away without waiting for Ernest because he knew that Ernest had the capital to protect himself. Now The situation doesn't look so promising, Ernest...you must not go back!
"That fool Turlock, do you think you can survive without escaping with you? Haha... I think he might have been torn into pieces by Philip!" Zubin said with a sneer.
An Fei recalled that when he killed other people, everyone's expressions were just shock. When he kicked out the sword and shot Zeda to death, everyone's faces turned pale. If possible... An Fei I really want to summon a highly skilled doctor from the earth to come over and immediately find a way to preserve Zeda's body, and then find some women to cultivate the fertilized eggs... Seeing that I have a few more great-grandchildren, it may be possible to resolve the hatred. Sex, now, I can only resist it!
"You must be complaining about me in your heart, right?" An Fei said lightly.
"You acted too fast, and I couldn't stop you at all." Chris Ding said with a wry smile: "And by that time, Zeda had already been captured by you... Even if he is still alive, Philip will not let us go."
"I did complain about you in my heart, haha... But I still remember the teacher's words, we are all a family! The more critical a moment comes, the more we must unite in order to overcome difficulties." Riska said: "And Malis I just went for you, no one is qualified to ask others to give up the right to resist, An Fei, you are right to kill!"