"King of Byzantium, the person wanted by the blood knife mercenary group, you really don't know how to live or die, how dare you refuse to hand it over?"
A domineering low voice came from a camp in front of a subordinate country that was not even half the size of Chambord City. Fei raised his head and saw that the camp was surrounded by people a hundred meters away. His eyes were like lightning. In an instant, through the cracks of people, I saw that there seemed to be some conflict in the center of the camp, and the side that had the upper hand in the conflict, more than a dozen big men all in black and strong coats with light leather armor, and on the leather armor on their chests On the top, embroidered with a machete dripping blood.
This is the logo of the Blood Knife Mercenary Group!
It's really hard to find a place to go through iron shoes, and it doesn't take much effort to get it.
Fei quietly squeezed into the crowd and came to the front. Through the fence of the camp, he saw the huge stone pillar beyond the mystery. The three big characters of Byzantium were engraved on it, telling people that this small camp was a city called Byzantium. The resident of a small dependent state.
Fei had never heard the name of this small country before, but from the whispered discussions of the surrounding audience, he knew that the Byzantine country was actually a very weak sixth-class subsidiary country, but its geographical location within the empire's territory , but it is the opposite of Chambord City. It is located in the southernmost coastal harbor of the Zenit Empire. The climate is pleasant and the scenery is relatively beautiful, and it occupies a small harbor in the empire. The geographical conditions are much better than Chambord City.
In the other large camps next to the Byzantine state camp, several neighboring countries of Byzantium are stationed. Therefore, among the onlookers, there are people who are very familiar with its situation, and they keep whispering so that Fei can obtain more information. , this Byzantine country is weak, but it occupies an important small port in the southern geographical position. It has always been regarded as fat by the neighboring countries and coveted again and again. The old king passed away two years ago, leaving behind a minor. The only son inherits the throne, and there are ministers holding power. The whole kingdom is suddenly facing external troubles and internal difficulties. This time, the little king personally leads people to participate in the martial arts competition, hoping to keep the title of the Byzantine Empire, but he does not know why. The reason was that there was a conflict with the blood knife mercenary group that was famous in the imperial capital.
The Blood Knife Mercenary Corps is one of the four major mercenary regiments in the empire. Its power spreads all over the imperial capital. The big first-class dependent countries and a few powerful second-level dependent countries can make them retreat by three points. The weak and precarious sixth-level dependent countries like Byzantium may be canceled after this martial arts competition. Naturally, Blood Knife will not Afraid, but blatantly broke into the camp.
"Our group leader admires Miss Isabella, and specially invited her to a banquet at the headquarters of the imperial capital. King of Byzantium, how dare you stop her?"
A strong man with two eight-edged black hammers bigger than his body on his back waited for the young Byzantine king to sneer, with a threatening look beyond words.
The King of Byzantium is a handsome but thin boy. He has obviously been pampered for a long time, and he has not been deeply involved in the world. His eyes are full of anger, and he is a little hesitant and helpless. He is covered by a white robe, and his thin body trembles slightly due to tension. , he hugged a beautiful girl tightly with one arm, and protected the panicked girl with his chest, as if he was holding his own life, he finally let go, facing the strong man's anger, pleading Said: "Captain Harry, Isabella she... she... is sick, please let her go, let her go!"
The king of a country is so humble, it can be seen that the Byzantine country has indeed been weak for a long time.
"Hey, sick? Blood Knife Headquarters has the best doctors and healing magicians in the capital, who can just cure her illness. Let's go!"
The strong man with the double sledgehammers did not stop the Byzantine King's defense. His eyes were firmly fixed on the girl in the arms of the Byzantine King. His eyes were shining faintly. swallow.
"You guys are really too presumptuous. Isabella is the future princess of Byzantium, the person your majesty loves, the nobles of the royal family, how dare you bully and persecute my king like this group of rude villains?"
A loyal guard next to the Byzantine king finally couldn't bear it anymore, and finally spoke up to reprimand him.
boom!
Swing out a hammer.
The head of the guard who loyally protected the lord was smashed into a pile of meat in an instant, with blood spattering.
The burly man named Harry grinned, and provocatively rubbed the sledgehammer stained with the bodyguard's flesh and blood against the dead bodyguard's corpse, rubbing off the red and white brains, and then inserted it back again. He did not give the slightest explanation from the beginning to the end. It seemed that the one who just swung the hammer to death was just an annoying fly, not the personal guard of the Byzantine king.
"you… "
The Byzantine king was shocked and angry.
"Your Majesty, why are you still hesitating? Please quickly agree to Captain Harry's request. Are you going to cut off the hope of my Byzantine Kingdom for the sake of a woman? Don't forget, only with the help of the Blood Knife Mercenary Group, Byzantine Kingdom Only then can we hope to keep our national title in this martial arts competition!"
Behind the King of Byzantium, a chunky and rich middle-aged man in a purple official robe with brocade patterns spoke. Judging from his status, he seemed to be a minister of the Byzantine Kingdom, but his tone of voice was mostly scolding to the young King of Byzantium, but not to the giant. Hammer Harry nodded and bowed with a flattering smile, and his attitude was interesting.
"Ike, as the herald of the Byzantine Kingdom, how do you...you..."
The young Byzantine king pointed at the rich and fat man, and was so angry that he didn't know what to say.
"Hmph! Your Majesty, please make a quick decision. Don't be a sinner of the Byzantine Kingdom for a woman, burying the painstaking efforts of the late king!"
Futai Fatty licked the snowflakes on the official robe, and said coldly.
"Your Majesty, save me, save me!"
Like a frightened fawn, the young girl snuggled into the arms of the young Byzantine king, pleading with tears streaming down her face.
A wind blows and snowflakes fall on the head of the young Byzantine king.
The head of his loyal guard was crushed with an iron hammer in front of his eyes. The blood on the corpse was stained red with the pure white snow, and the blood was still steaming...
His enemy is aggressively forcing him to hand over the woman he loves so much.
His ministers, however, were by his side helping the tyrant to abuse and speak aggressively.
At this time, the King of Byzantium was bearing a huge weight on his young and thin body, as if he was about to collapse at any time. His eyes were full of love and reluctance for the girl in his arms, more like a helpless man in trouble. An ordinary weak boy in love, not a high-ranking king of a country.
"Your Majesty, what are you waiting for? Are you really going to make Captain Harry angry? You actually put the life and death of Byzantium at risk for a lowly woman?"
The fat middle-aged man in the purple robe glared at the Byzantine king, urging him coldly.
"I… "
The young Byzantine king showed pain in his eyes, struggling endlessly with contradictions.
"snort!"
The big man with double giant hammers, who was obviously the leader of the blood knife present, snorted coldly and exerted pressure. The other dozen mercenaries sneered unkindly.
"Your Majesty, Isabella does not want you to be charged with destroying the country. I am willing to give everything for you. I... Lord Harry, Isabella is willing to go to the imperial capital with you for a banquet. I beg you, don't forget the promise, please be sure." Help His Majesty keep the title of the Byzantine country in the martial arts battle... "
Seeing the conflicted and painful expression in the young king's eyes, the innocent girl finally understood something, she sighed softly, reluctantly came out from the warm embrace of her lover, crystal clear tears rolled down her fair cheeks, Dripping into the snow, his exquisite and petite body stood tremblingly in the snow, facing a group of blood knives like wolves and tigers, like a delicate white flower in the cold wind, with despair on his pure face And heartbroken, lovely and pitiful.
"No… "
The young Byzantine king groaned in pain and despair, and stretched out his hand to save something, but was pulled back by the fat middle-aged man in purple.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The blood knife mercenaries laughed triumphantly.
"Hey... What a bunch of beasts. In the past few days, there are no less than fifty girls from all over the world who have been snatched away by them under various names..."
Among the crowd outside the barracks, someone sighed in a low voice. These days, the Blood Knife Mercenary Corps specially bought some beautiful girls from various affiliates, and brought them into the imperial capital as gifts for the forces behind them. Such viciousness has already aroused resentment. But the blood knife is powerful, and there are big nobles behind it, some dependent countries dare not speak out.
The softest part of Fei's heart was instantly touched by the scene in front of him.
Especially when he saw the painful and struggling eyes of the young Byzantine King, and the desperate and heartbroken expression of the girl named Isabella, for some reason, Fei suddenly felt that the situation of the Byzantine King and his beloved woman was so different. It is so similar to some of the things I have experienced. Didn’t I also suffer from the predicament of Herald Bazel and the Black Armored Army? more tragic...
Thinking of this, Fei lifted the cloak that was buttoned on his head.
"Kill all the evil thieves of the blood knife mercenary group, people who have nothing to do with it, get out of the way!"
A loud shout suddenly came from the crowd.
Along with the loud shouts, dozens of red fireballs with a diameter of more than ten centimeters shot out instantly.
Boom boom boom—flames exploded in the air instantly, the temperature suddenly rose, a crimson color illuminated the night sky, and the powerful fluctuation of magic power shocked the audience. More than a dozen members of the blood knife mercenary group were the first to bear the brunt, caught off guard, Get hit head-on by fireballs!
"Ahh..."
The blood knife mercenary who was hit by the red fireball immediately burned with scorching flames, and rolled on the ground with screams, rolling back and forth, but he couldn't extinguish the flames, and was quickly burned into a pile of ashes, including his body. All armor and weapons turned into molten iron!
The whole scene was extremely terrifying.
"who?"
Harry, the leader of the blood knife, held the double hammers, turned around and shouted angrily.
"The person who killed you!"
Fei switched from [Mage Mode] to [Barbarian Mode], laughed wildly and separated everyone, striding into the camp, full of murderous intent, awe-inspiring, earth-shaking with one step, ghosts and gods frightened with two steps, like a demon descended from the sky, step by step toward the camp. Walk in the field.