The west of the imperial capital.
The majestic eleven black giant towers of the Knights' Palace stand majestically.
In the spacious hall on the first floor of the black main tower in the center, under the two lifelike statues of giant knights straddling horses and wielding swords with a height of 100 meters, a stalwart figure stands with his back, and the bright red cloak is completely spread out to set off Out of this figure, as tall as a mountain, a naturally noble and majestic atmosphere permeated invisible in the calm.
"grown ups!"
The figures of six paths knelt on the ground of Guanghua without daring to come out.
It was the six knights who had just returned from the No. 1 sword testing platform in the twenty-li camp outside the imperial capital.
"Well, the second knight, I forced you to come back, but you are not convinced?"
Wei An's figure didn't look back, his long golden hair quietly hung down the bright red cloak to his waist, his voice had a power to affect people's mind.
"Subordinates... dare not!"
A trace of unwillingness and hatred flickered in the eyes of the second knight, but this unwillingness and hatred were quickly replaced by deep fear and awe. He did not dare to disobey and offend him in the slightest. In front of other people, he was the second most powerful figure in the top ten ruling knights of the Imperial Knights' Hall. Lose everything in suspense.
"Oh, don't you dare? That means you really have dissatisfaction in your heart?"
The figure behind the giant statue of the knight riding the horse asked indifferently.
"No... no, subordinate... subordinate just..."
The second [Slaughter Knight]'s heart tightened, and he didn't know how to explain it.
"Okay! No need to explain! Huh, my taboo, you all know that whoever dares to extend his tentacles to the Imperial Knights Hall must be prepared to be destroyed... This time, you really think that I am a little bit scared Do not you know?"
Wei An's figure suddenly turned around, under the long golden hair was a strange black mask, his face could not be seen clearly, but there was a chilling light in those sky blue pupils: "It seems that the Knights Palace is too quiet For a long time, some people have forgotten those bloody lessons before, the second knight, why did you embarrass King Chambord? How dare you openly destroy the fairness of the duel on the sword test stand before tens of thousands of people, do you want to challenge His Majesty Yassin the Great? the majesty of the law that was proclaimed?"
The second [Slaughter Knight] was shocked, and quickly lowered his head and fell to the ground.
"Hmph, the reputation of the Knights of the Imperial Knights Hall is shamed by your actions!"
The tall and majestic figure turned around in a series of footsteps and walked towards the far gate of the main hall. The bright red cloak dragged on the smooth mirror-like ground, flowing through the hall like a tumbling river of blood.
"The second knight, the fourth knight, the fifth knight, the three of you did not conform to the rules of the knight, and you will be imprisoned in the black prison for thirty days. The third knight, the sixth knight, and the eighth knight, the three of you will also be sent to the black prison. Imprisonment for ten days!"
When the figure under the scarlet cloak disappeared, his voice still echoed in the hall.
No one dared to question such an order.
"Obey, my lord!"
The six knelt down and took orders.
Suddenly, a red flame flashed from the ground, covering the six people, and the hard ground of Guanghua became soft like a swamp of water temperature, and the bodies of the six people gradually sank, and soon disappeared. When the red flame disappeared, the figures of the six people disappeared completely.
The whole hall suddenly disappeared, and there was an indescribable emptiness and coldness.
In the main hall, hundreds of stone pillars carved with stone paintings and patterns of various knights wielding swords and fighting stand toweringly, telling stories of the past or the past, and in the center of the whole hall, the two hundred meters tall The tall statue of a white knight riding a horse and fencing is unusually tall and eye-catching. The statue exudes an indescribable atmosphere of justice and pity, but the white stone giant sword in the knight's hand seems to have been polluted by something, with a slight Black, like spots of rust...
Above the main gate of the vast and magnificent city walls of Imperial St. Petersburg.
The young Imperial Army God Andre? Arshavin looked silently at the towering No. 1 sword-testing platform three miles away, and his eyes traveled through a distance of a thousand meters, concentrating on that figure with open arms embracing the world...
Around the young military god, there are a lot of armored warriors respecting and concentrating.
There was an inexplicable depression in the air.
"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it... His strength has reached such a terrifying level. Could it be that there is such an incredible genius against the sky in this world?"
Arshavin gently stroked the icy battlements of the city wall with his palm, and there was an emotion in his heart that he didn't even understand. He was in charge of the empire's first guard [Iron Blood Battalion]. The Imperial Army God suddenly felt unprecedented chaos and complexity in his heart.
"The first time we met, he was still a little king who barely made it to the five-star elementary level, and he still had to rely on such ineffective methods as pretending to be dead to get a chance of survival. Unexpectedly, now, he was already able to fight for four years alone. A round of scorching sun that does not let the wind fall, King Chambord, King Chambord..."
The Imperial Army God raised his head and remained silent.
He thought of the Eldest Princess Tanasa's previous proposal, and he felt a bit of a sigh in his heart, but he had to admit that his wise and resourceful sister was right again.
"Before night falls, in my name, send someone to congratulate King Chambord on his victory in the duel!"
"Obey, Your Highness!"
In the twenty-mile camp area, around the No. 1 sword testing platform.
The cheers continued.
The kings of the major dependent countries had heavy expressions on their brows, and began to leave slowly under the protection of the guards. The figure on the sword-testing platform made them feel irresistibly hopeless and weak. Everyone knew that after this battle, , King Chambord Alexander's order will surely shock the entire Zenit Empire. Among the 250 subordinate countries under the empire, no one can fight against the king of this small sixth-class subordinate country.
No, maybe there is one!
[One sword].
Rumored to be the low-key prince of the first-class subordinate country 'Winterfell', which is rumored to be a dragon.
This young prince who was originally recognized by almost everyone in the entire empire as the number one master of the 250 dependent countries has always acted in a low-key manner, but his reputation is not low. Every defeat, especially five years ago in the Battle of the Empire's borders alone, beheaded a six-star warrior and Spartacus, surrounded by more than a thousand swordsmen from the Zenit Empire's old enemy, the Spartacus Empire. A prince of the Badak Empire, this battle made [Yijian] famous in the world five years ago. Later, [Yijian] devoted himself to practice, and his strength became more and more unpredictable, but the number of shots became less and less. Who I don't know what level he has reached now.
Now there is only one sword, which is worthy of a battle with King Chambord.
The kings of the dependent countries left with their own minds, which did not prevent other people from worshiping King Chambord, especially some warriors from the dependent countries. Living in the midst of ice and fire, wandering on the death line, using his only life, using his flesh and blood to seek the city of life for himself and his relatives.
People like them, even in the subordinate countries, are only people of lower status. The strong in Azeroth are respected. Today's duel on the No. 1 sword test platform is simply a battle of myths for them. The strength of the sword, the flaming long sword, the roaring black flame giant snake, the blood mist all over the sky, the glazed fist seal that contains the power of the world, the dazzling sword energy, the lightning-like and flint-like figure... All of this is very important to him. For them, it was simply a test of their imagination. Before that, they couldn't imagine that the lethality of a master could reach such a level!
Out of admiration and fanaticism for the strong, their blood boiled and they refused to disperse for a long time.
Among the crowd, some tough young men in animal skin battle robes looked up at Fei's figure with their eyes shining, some slaves in tattered robes knelt on the ground and prayed like worshiping the God of War, and some touched the stars. The warriors on the edge of the super warriors sat cross-legged directly on the spot, feeling the slightest breath left by the strong men of the battle just now, hoping to gain something and break through the bottleneck that restricts themselves...
In a crowd about a hundred meters away from the sword-testing platform, a figure wearing a linen-colored clean cloak stood on the spot. His body was slightly thin, but he stood upright and stood quietly on the spot. Both the hustle and bustle and the pretentious figure on the sword-testing stage seemed out of place with him, there was no strange aura exuding from his body, nor was there any vindictiveness or magic fluctuations, but the crowd around him seemed to be unable to see this person, No one came up to ask a word.
"How dare you ignore me?"
On the sword-testing platform, Beyoncé, the proud daughter of the Big Family, stared at Fei in disbelief, as if she was looking at a monster.
"Hmph, King Chambord, I'll give you one last chance. If you hadn't shown a certain strength today, how could the Dean family be willing to accept you, the king of a small sixth-class subordinate country?"
Dean-Cazorla, the magical genius of the Dean family, pointed at Fei, and said coldly with a threatening meaning.
Fei had the urge to slap these two ignorant ancestors away.
He has seen too many two hundred and five in his two lives, but he has never seen a two hundred and five who are clearly running to ask for help but put on a charity attitude. Could it be that the long-term pampering has really made these so-called geniuses lose their minds? dropped it
"Huh?"
Fei's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw a familiar figure under the sword-testing platform.
The young Byzantine king.
The young king was looking at him with idol-worshipping eyes. Fei Fei keenly noticed that compared with the encounter last night, the young king seemed to have undergone some interesting changes. This change made Fei's eyes shine. Nodding with satisfaction.
With a thought in his mind, Fei suddenly developed a desire to make himself perfect for this young king who had a similar fate to himself.