Fei said righteously and awe-inspiringly, pretending to be a warrior.
But in my heart, this beast has no demeanor, jumping and shouting: Haha, yes, yes, this is what I want, this is what I want, hehe, use the image of a hero to conquer the heart of an underage girl who worships a warrior , This is exactly the secret of picking up girls on the Internet in the previous life. The essence of Dharma, wow ha ha ha ha...
"Enough, Alexander, you're messing around here..."
The blond-haired little loli Gemma ignored Fei's tricks, the little girl's pretty face was flushed with anger, and her big sapphire-like eyes stared at Fei, angry and anxious.
"Jima, Angela, let Alexander stay here!"
The three-star warrior Frank Lampard walked over at some point. He patted the angry little Jima lightly, and looked at Fei with a complicated expression.
Lampard found that he could no longer understand the little king he thought he knew so well. This Alexander, who he watched growing up and was ridiculed and teased by countless people, gave him an unimaginable shock today. Up to now, Lampard has not digested everything he saw.
"Ah? Lord Lampard, you..."
Neither Angela nor Gemma expected Lampard to say this, and they were both taken aback.
The two little girls knew that if there was one person in Chambord who cared about Alexander the most besides the two of them, it would be Frank Lampard, the three-star warrior who had been protecting Alexander growing up. So they couldn't believe that Lampard would agree that Alexander, who didn't even have the ability to protect himself, would continue to stay on the wall where his life was in danger at any time.
"Angela, Gemma, look at the way those soldiers looked at Alexander..."
Lampard pointed to the soldiers who were taking the time to deploy and rest, and then looked at the triumphant Fei, then smiled and said: "Alexander was right, if he hadn't appeared just in time to turn the tide, the city of Chambord would have been destroyed. It was breached by the enemy... Angela, I have to admit, you are right, Alexander is destined to become a great king... Well, I am a little tired, let's take a rest!"
After Lampard finished speaking, he left in a hurry.
Someone noticed that when he turned around, Lampard's face changed, and a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth...
At this moment, Angela and Gemma finally noticed the weird atmosphere around them.
Every soldier is looking at Alexander with incomparably admiring eyes. This king who was treated as a joke by them in the past seems to be a super idol for soldiers who can dedicate their lives at any time. That kind of eager and adoring eyes In the past, only when the soldiers saw Lampard, the most powerful three-star warrior in Chambord City, would they appear.
"Long live His Majesty the King!"
"Long live His Majesty King Alexander—"
Fei smiled mischievously to show off his "grace" to Angela, and at the same time gave the soldiers winks that a man could understand. The soldiers laughed and shouted "Long live the king" very cooperatively.
All the soldiers used to think that Angela's becoming Alexander's fiancée was like a flower stuck in cow dung, but now they felt that only King Alexander's cow dung in Chambord was worthy of Angela. Such a kind and beautiful girl.
Such an atmosphere was something Angela and Gemma had never seen before.
"what's going on?"
The two smart and beautiful girls were a little confused.
At this moment—"Your Majesty, Pierce can hardly hold on..."
Black-haired Brooke, the squadron leader of the king's guard, rushed over in a hurry.
Although he knew that King Alexander was neither the priest nor the doctor of the church, the shocking scene in today's battle still made the anxious Brook rush over to Fei Fei for help. The king who has performed miracles can perform some miracles again.
Pierce
As soon as Fei heard this name, Fei subconsciously thought of the white-haired hunk who destroyed the enemy's two siege ladders with several swords in his body. There is no doubt that such a man is a real warrior—not only Because of strength, but also because of what he guards and cherishes.
"Brooke, take care of these two beautiful ladies, I'll go and see!"
Fei touched Angela's smooth and fair little hand and patted it lightly, exhorted affectionately, "Be careful", then raised his eyebrows at the blond little Lolita Gemma. Under the leadership, to see the white-haired Pierce.
"Hmph, what a show!"
The blond-haired little loli was so angry that he glared at Fei's back with hatred, turned around and called 'Uncle Brook' coquettishly, and asked doubtfully, "What happened just now? Alexander seems to be..."
This question was also what Angela, who was blushing and heartbeating because of Fei's ambiguous actions just now, wanted to know.
Brook smiled, and began to describe everything that happened in the battle on the city wall at the critical moment just now.
As the squadron leader of the king's guard, Brooke treats these two beautiful girls just like a father treats his own daughter. In fact, almost every citizen in Chambord City likes these two sensible and kind girls very much. In the past, people always complained about Angela, and felt sorry for this beautiful girl who wanted to marry a fool king. Now, Brooke and many soldiers who participated in the battle just now firmly believe that only King Alexander is worthy of Angela. Such a pure and kind girl like an angel.
Hearing Brook's final words, Angela and Gemma's big eyes were filled with shock.
Which hero Uncle Brook spoke of was really that idiot Alexander
Little Lolita Gemma expresses her doubts...
The wounded treatment facility in Chambord City.
When Fei first came in, he was taken aback.
This is not a treatment center for the wounded, it’s like a pigsty—a cold, damp, musty smell pervades this large room that looks deserted for a long time, there’s not even a door to keep out the wind and rain, and the windows on all sides are sealed with stones , There was dust and dirt everywhere, a little hay was spread on the ground, and hundreds of bloody wounded were lying on it, moaning and crying.
Four or five people in black and white gowns who looked like doctors walked around among the wounded, but they were clearly overwhelmed, flustered, and sweating profusely.
"His Majesty the King is here!"
The soldier leading the way walked in and shouted.
This shout alarmed everyone in the treatment center—except for the seriously injured and unconscious.
The heroic performance of King Alexander in the battle just now has been passed down through the narration of the wounded who were sent later. The bloody and tragic battle scene that only belonged to men made many wounded fascinated by hearing it. Of course, some The soldiers who were injured and hadn't seen that scene before were skeptical. They wanted to see the king who had suddenly changed from a fool to a hero in person.
There was a commotion among the wounded when they saw King Alexander coming.
Some of the wounded even tried to sit up regardless of their injuries, and the freshly healed wounds burst open. Those soldiers who had fought side by side with Fei cheered excitedly, 'Long live the king! '.
Fei took a reproachful look at the soldiers leading the way, and then quickly appeased the soldiers who were struggling to get up...
He didn't know what to say.
This is obviously not a suitable occasion to pretend to be the king, seeing the mature, young, or old faces, seeing the shocking injuries on their bodies, and the blood flowing from their bodies , dyed the soil beneath her body red...
A certain nerve in Fei's heart was activated instantly.
The deeds of glory and heroes in the previous life seem to be vividly reproduced in front of our eyes. In a sense, these soldiers were injured in order to defend themselves, and some of them have inevitably suffered lifelong disabilities. Obviously unable to convince himself to accept all this, if possible, he really wanted to fight with these people from the beginning.
People seem to be born with such contradictions, just like Fei.
He was terribly afraid of death, but at this time he was so eager to fight. This may be related to the endless bloody killing he experienced in the world of Diablo, or, in fact, his nature was inspired.
"My warriors, you have guarded the city of Chambord and your own glory!"
Holding back until the end, Fei, who always thought he had a good eloquence, didn't know what to say. He stood at the door and bowed to the wounded. He almost blurted out the words, "Thanks for your hard work, comrades." Became 'glory'.
For a world similar to the medieval European feudal society era, under a strict hierarchical system, the king bowed to his lowly soldiers, and he had never heard of strange stories—even if it was a fool king.
People's hearts are simple.
Many people were moved at this moment.
The eyes of some soldiers who complained about themselves because of their injuries and disabilities also lit up...
Fei comforted the injured soldiers one by one, and finally came to the white-haired Pierce.
This mighty and sturdy man on the city wall had already fallen into a moderate coma at this time. With a little fighting spirit, the black shadow's sword slammed into his left shoulder, shaking his internal organs, and blood flowed out of the wound unstoppably. A young doctor was fidgeting around, but it didn't seem to have much effect.
Fei had just now carefully understood the working methods of these doctors.
To his disappointment, the physicians in Chambord City did not have the miraculous magic healing ability he imagined, but only did some simple bandages, at most applying some herbs similar to the traditional Chinese medicine that he often saw in his previous life Confused, this kind of treatment obviously has very limited effect. As for whether to live or die next, it depends on the physical fitness of the wounded. They are resigned to their fate. If they survive, they will live. If they cannot survive, they will die!