Chapter 659: The famous Aralos
drank wine all night. Imric, who had just woken up, felt that his bladder was a little tight. Although he claimed to be no different from a dragon, this physiological condition could not be changed, so he ran away quickly Go to the river and prepare to release water.
Coincidentally, Tyrion, who drank a lot last night while hiding his identity, also came over to drink some water.
Tyrion glanced at Imrik and secretly thought that he had some talent and was worthy of being from the Dragon Tamer family.
With a regretful tone, he said at the riverside where there were only two people,
"It's a pity that I can't use my true identity, otherwise my knights in silver helmets would also be happy to join this game."
Imrik accelerated his efforts and met Terry . Ang secretly competed, making the water splash even bigger,
"Are you the silver-helmeted sissy under your command? It's better not to get involved in this kind of competition. Aren't you afraid of being beaten to shit?" "The
silver-helmeted knights are the elite of Ulthuan. Although, although..." Tyrion wanted to defend his men a little, but he really couldn't find a reason
to fight on horseback. There were Flame Knights who couldn't beat them anyway. In foot battles, there were also the Sword Master of Hoth and the Praetorian Guard of Charis. The three parties They are all the most elite troops in their respective fields in Ulthuan.
Imric said first, "Although they are indeed useless, the way the silver helmets reflect the sunlight is quite beautiful." "
Forget it, if it were before, I would have said this to you, the next duel would be between the two of us. That’s it.” Brother Tai waved his hand magnanimously, even holding back his enthusiasm a little.
Suddenly, he said something else,
"Do you have any extra troops?"
Imrik suddenly became interested.
"Why, are you planning any action again?"
"That's not the case. , I have some information indicating that Karl Kalonde is purchasing large quantities of slaves and mammoths from the northern barbarians. It is best to make some preparations." "Let's talk about it later. If we really
want to attack Ulthuan, I won't be able to watch."
Tyrion raised his sword eyebrows, very dissatisfied with Imrik's perfunctory attitude. In order to add some chips to his hand, he brought up another matter,
"The appointment period for the generals of the Dragon Gate is coming soon. According to Caledor According to the decree of the Second Phoenix King, Caledor should be responsible for this fortress. Agthel resigned from this position due to family circumstances, and his soldiers were replaced by Elion. His daughter's condition should have improved now."
"No, Althea is still receiving treatment. It is estimated that she will not be able to get out of bed for two hundred years. She started coughing, and Agtheel's face looked as ugly as if he had lost a piece of flesh." Im said lies with his eyes open. Rick is not shy and wants to get people out of his hands, which is simply whimsical.
"Dawn Fortress." Tyrion changed his chips and secretly cursed Imrik for being shrewd.
"Deal."
The two men looked at each other and smiled after completing the secret deal. They felt that this was not a disadvantage. Imric directly transferred the reserve troops still training in Yris to the War Council, while Tyrion said to Dawn The fortress is an uncontrolled location that holds no interest.
After draining the water, the two discussed yesterday's game, who they expected to win today, and whether they had any favorite champions. A team happened to appear to welcome them.
However, looking at the scale and momentum, rather than welcoming the team, it might as well be said that they are here to fight. Tyrion raised his eyebrows, and as expected, Imrik guessed that there was a duel competition held in front of Athel Loren. Aslay could not let it continue.
Whether you stop it midway or participate in it, the development of things has already entered into the planned plan.
He stared at the running reindeer, as well as the wild cavalry with masks on their backs and using cloaks and furs as armor, as well as the leading giant stags. He said with some curiosity, "Aslay must be better at archery.
" Yes, there is no archery master in this trip. It is difficult for brute force to control such a sophisticated weapon." "Don't
worry, even if they fight in aerial combat, I can find a giant dragon to crush them." Imrik asked Terry Angry, there are two Nagaryth elves on the boat, one is the Hand of the Shadow Crown, and the other is also the Hand of the Shadow Crown.
The difference is that one is in the light and the other is in the dark, and they can be replaced at any time.
The running cavalry caught the guard's attention, and his originally relaxed demeanor changed accordingly. He held the weapon that was always in his hand and subconsciously formed a front based on his past joint combat experience.
The Dragon Prince was covering the flanks, the Charis Guards were sitting on the center line with their tall battle axes raised to meet the impact, and the Sword Master of Hoth was ready to counterattack at any time.
Fortunately, the wild cavalry known as the natural disaster stopped, but I'm afraid this is also a blessing for them.
The careless Odd angrily pushed away the guard blocking the way, carrying the ancestral artifact battle ax, and yelled at the captain of the forest a hundred meters away,
"Is this the attitude to welcome Prince Charis who is saving you? Let Orion or Ai Riel comes out to speak."
"The two majesties have important matters to deal with. They are temporarily unable to receive guests from far away. I, the divinely chosen champion, can only do some meager things." The sound in the sky made
many people look upward. Look, soon I saw a handsome giant eagle flying towards me.
Odd dismissed it, "So it's you, the so-called brave man. I really hope to see the king of Athel Loren sometime. I don't have to see some unworthy and shameful things every time. I'm afraid of death when I fight. , The courage is worse than that of a mouse."
The giant eagle that landed on the ground stared at Odd with sharp eyes, trying to use the oppression of the beast to make him understand the etiquette, but soon found that the aura of the pale, long-haired old man had become more powerful. Looking at it, it turned into prey.
"The name of the brave man is the honor I have earned by protecting Athel Loren countless times. But what about the name of Prince Charis, does it depend on blood or politics?" The man who spoke jumped off the back of the giant eagle, his handsome face just like the best in the hands of an artist
. An ideal sculpture, most of the body is covered by scales and cloak, but only the exposed arms look full of classical beauty, with smooth and powerful lines.
"You can try it. Strength is the proof of becoming Prince Charis." Odd placed the battle ax on the ground with one hand, and the lion on his right shoulder seemed to come to life, lingering behind him to form a shadow.
This scene made Imric, who was watching, suddenly stunned. With these lines, coupled with the shadow of the lion and the action of swinging the axe, he was really destined to play with the axe, and the person with the white lion.
"But what is your identity on this trip? I am Queen Ariel's divinely chosen champion, Lord of Tarsain, and the leader of Athel Loren when His Majesty Orion is reincarnated. You are not worthy of fighting me. "
Odd, who was ridiculed for being too low in rank, had all the veins on his arms bulging out. This was Aslay's attitude towards the reinforcements in the past.
"What about me?" Imrik came from the flank and looked at Araloth, who had the same face as Asuryan, with interest,
"The Lord of Tarsain Woodland is very famous. Who can introduce him to me? What honor did you get?"
(End of chapter)