Chapter 662 The melee is about to begin


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  Chapter 662: The upcoming melee.
  The Duke of Carcassonne and the Knight of the Holy Grail, Fernand Carcassonne, had a dream. He passed the last trial set by the Green Knight, the guardian of Bretonnia, and returned to the Lake of the Granted. The sacred territory of the water.

  The knight, who was over sixty years old, still looked old. He held out his ancestral sword with both hands and once again expressed his loyalty and love to the lady.

  "I lay down my spear, the symbol of duty. I give up everything I own to carry out my mission. I will devote my body, my heart, and my soul to the goddess of the lake I seek. ..."

  The woman with long blond hair came out of the lake. The light white gauze covered her graceful figure. She once again held the Holy Grail and came to the loyal knight.
  "Fernand Carcassonne, Bretonnia welcomes you. A group of guests are coming, please come with me as my knight."

  Fernand woke up from his sleep and immediately exclaimed and asked his servants to prepare their horses and equipment.

  He will immediately go to the Tower of the Lake Fairy to confirm this matter. Have any compatriots received the lady's summons? Is this a chivalrous expedition against Athel Loren? !

  Not long after, more than ten famous Holy Grail Knights in Carcassonne arrived at the Tower of the Fairy in the Lake.

  You can vaguely see someone with pale hair and a lady's tail symbol on their armor, a Holy Grail guard who has sworn to protect the holy relics.

  The will of the Lake Fairy has carried out the lady's oracle, "Knights blessed by the lady, in the wilderness of the Briogne River, on the border of Bretonnia and Athel Loren, an honor awaits, win this for the lady. Victory in the duel!"

  Not only Carcassonne, but the Holy Grail Knights of the ten principalities of Bretonnia gathered in the monastery to hear the prophetess's will.

  A chivalrous expedition composed only of Holy Grail Knights begins.

  ......

  Magnus dragged his heavy brain to review documents at the desk. After Kislev changed its ruler, the communication between the two parties was no longer as lukewarm as that of Katrin.

  To be fair, he had a good impression of the general who was in charge of the Tsar's court. In less than a year, the two sides had reached preliminary cooperation on many matters.

  There are many aspects involved, including the defense alliance between Chaos and Greenskins, regular joint combat drills, deepening ties between churches, Kislev City, Butcher's Bastion, and Ostermark jointly building a trade zone, and combating the Sea of ​​Claws. Norscan Raiders.

  Overall, the empire may not get much out of it in the short term, but in the long term, it's a good thing.

  It's just that...

  looking at the report sent by Nordland, the devout man felt a little headache. After Davian settled in the Giant Horned Viper for a short period of time, there were commotions in Lauren Loren Forest from time to time. He didn't want to care about the elves. But the beast you unleashed almost flattened the empire's villages.

  Compared with this somewhat neurotic Dragon Prince, the devout people still appreciate the last great holy war. The other two beside Imric were calm but fierce.

  When a gust of wind blew by, causing the flame of the candle to sway, Magnus took a look, worried that it would be blown out.

  Soon, the orange fire turned into ice blue, and so did his eyes.

  After a while, he finally looked away from the candle, shook his head helplessly and sighed,
  "You want to join in this excitement, this is obviously looking for trouble."

  After receiving the oracle, he had no intention of continuing. While repeating the review work, he loudly said to the people in the palace,

  "Herald, order the White Wolf, Blood of Sigmar, Wrath of Taar, and Griffin to each send five elite knights to assemble in Helmgart!" ... ...

  Teclis stared at Athel Loren. The Moon Staff was still carried by him, but it was probably just this time. He had been preparing for this moment for a long time.

  From the flames of the platinum phoenix igniting for no reason in his arms, to deliberately destroying the waystone to allow the Green Knight to appear, and finally arriving at the entrance to that alien plane, every step symbolizes his choice to say goodbye to the god he believes in.

  "How?" the black-cloth-masked Shadow Crown Hand asked in a hoarse tone. The other two people were a little confused about his identity. Is this guy the Shadow King or the eternal Shadow Crown Hand?

  "I can vaguely sense it, how about you." Teclis asked the black-faced man in return. He became Lilith's choice far less time than the Shadow King, so the perception may be biased.

  "I threw away the Moon Bow, and she gave me this artifact, but the purpose was not to eliminate the Druzi, but to plunge the two races into an endless mud war." These words were extremely calm, but they also represented endless determination.

  "Okay, don't say these sad words. Didn't I give you the power of the wind? Just use it for now." Imrik signaled to stop talking nonsense. The duel competition was held here to delay a little time. If you really want to enter Athel Loren, it will be someone else's place.

  "Those who embrace the wind will live, and those who resist the wind will die. It's a very good weapon. I've never heard of Caledor doing research on casting longbows." "It's done this time,

  I'll make all arrangements for the Shadow Walker."

  While waiting, Tigris finally got some feedback,

  "To the north, it should be north of the Oak of Era. There must be water. She used part of the concept of the lady in the lake's divine power to support the teleportation point." Imrik

  revealed With a satisfied smile, he finally caught it. As long as he sent in the positioning coordinates of an inconspicuous singularity, the position of the small world would be the big girl whose clothes were torn off for him.

  "This time I can finally see what she plans to do."

  The Shadow King nodded. He had been waiting for a long time. He had been toyed with for thousands of years and regarded it as a life-saving straw. I am afraid that only Malekith can compare to this. Feeling resentful,

  "Well, now that the location has been determined and we need to delay the duel competition for some time, I will personally go to the north of Athel Loren to scout." "Don't worry, do you think Asrai

  's neighbors will miss this feast? What if? My prediction was correct, the Holy Grail Knights have gathered and arrived, and they will definitely point the finger at me and make me a public enemy of Bretonnia."

  Teclis covered his ears with his hands, as if he was listening to something. After nodding and saying that he knew, he told the latest news,
  "The Knights of the Blood of Sigmar in Altdorf are holding a brief gathering, and several half-griffon knights have already set off outside the city." Looking at the wasteland, preparations

  have begun. Imric smiled and said,
  "This is getting more and more interesting. Why don't Thorgrin also produce some dwarf warriors, and I'll let Slann transfer some ancient blood?" Warriors, come over and have a ring match of the order race."

  "It depends on what you think, I have no interest in it." The Shadow King jumped off the deck without looking back and found a war horse with excellent endurance and speed. Use the midnight gem to hide your body and set off towards the north.

  "I agree." Teclis left without interest and returned to his residence to contact the dragon court mage who was in charge of Ulthuan. Unfortunately, he didn't have a chance to meet. Otherwise, the three of them would have been able to discuss in depth in many aspects and forge a good friendship. .

  Imrik, who was asking for trouble, could only choose to act in the way that best suited his current status and host the competition for the duelists.

  (End of chapter)
 

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