Fernand Carcassonne ignored the etiquette of a master and a servant and pushed Henry Leo Cornish into the chest. He was not angry that he was defeated in the battle with the elves, but that the king's idiotic behavior insulted the name of a knight. , was dragged to a position by witchcraft, and his first reaction was to appease the vulture?
"What on earth are you doing?! The lady asked us to come here. Maybe these elves are extraordinary in strength, but don't you feel ashamed to accept the lady's help many times?" A rare panic appeared in Henry's eyes, after falling to the
ground , why is his first reaction not to confront the enemy, but to appease his companions?
The king thought silently in his heart that this was the witchcraft of the elves, which pulled the noble knight to the ground and confused his mind.
The older Holy Grail Knight stopped the young Duke's nagging accusations. They somewhat underestimated Caledor's cavalry power, and they all used Aslay's wild cavalry as a standard prediction.
But the results cannot be said to be similar, they can only be said to resemble two species.
"Fernand, calm down, Your Excellency the Green Knight is here."
The Knights of the Lake who were silently guarding Bretonnia all returned to their original positions. Only the Green Knight led by the Nether Horse walked away in a manner very familiar to all Holy Grail Knights. Come forward.
He silently looked at the knight king who bowed his head and said nothing. He seemed to have some judgment in his heart, but he quickly said the lady's order,
"Join this duel... try to win..."
Just like when he came, the Green Knight responded with no words. The form disappeared without warning, leaving only the Holy Grail Knight who was no longer fanatical.
Although I hate to admit it, with the help of the lady, the hundreds of Holy Grail knights and elf knights are actually on par.
Henry adjusted his mentality and turned his attention to the emperor who suddenly intervened, as well as the battle flags of the three main gods of Ulric, Sigmar and Tal held by the knights.
He now vaguely understood that this duel was not about fighting for a piece of useless territory, but about determining the future voice of the four forces, and their respective gods were taking sides.
Give Magnus a big hug and fist-bump greeting. This bald man is one of the few friends Imric really values. His spirit of being willing to sacrifice himself in exchange for salvation has never changed since the beginning.
The world needs such people. Martyrs may be stupid and tragic, but they are also great enough.
Looking at his heraldic plate armor with the imperial skull symbol with a smile, Imrik joked,
"The last time I met someone, he was still an unknown little priest. This time he has become an emperor." , It really makes me uncomfortable."
"If you haven't become an emperor, how can you have the qualifications to communicate with the respected dragon prince like this." Magnus did not lose his sense of humor and did not ask why Imric fought with the Bretonnian knights. .
Seeing the leader getting off his saddle, the elite knights following him did the same thing and greeted them one by one.
Imric nodded one by one and said hello to a few familiar faces, especially the knight holding the purple griffon flag,
"Weitz, it seems like you, a half-griffon knight, are not having a good life." So, are you interested in working under me? Caledor needs outstanding warriors like you." The
middle-aged knight named Weitz showed a wry smile. It's really confusing whether you are serious or joking. Neng shook his head and said that he had no thoughts of leaving the empire for the time being.
This answer was not surprising, and Imric was not upset. He walked up to Weitz and stared at the half-gryphon, which was as tall as a man. It had soft hair, bright eyes, and a beak like a steel hook. Just not ordinary stuff. Although the Dragon Prince believed that the strategic value of this beast was considerable, he always regarded it as a pet in his heart, and even joked about licking the head of the half-gryphon.
The demi-griffon, who didn't want to be touched by strangers, gave a warning. After finding no results, he raised his thick forepaws, intending to teach this reckless pointed-eared man a lesson. The sharp claws that were originally hidden in the flesh pads were exposed to the air, facing the dirty people. Hand shot.
After a while, Imric looked at the stiff half-gryphon and said with a smile,
"This little guy is quite fierce. I hope the ones I raise can be like this."
A drop seemed to appear on Weitz's forehead . Named Speechless Sweat, the half-gryphon he had desperately caught from the forest that year was immediately transformed into a chicken cub by Imric when he touched it with his aura.
Why stare at a few demi-gryphons when you already have a dragon.
After beating the half-gryphon to the point where it was almost paralyzed, Imric felt that he had had enough fun. He patted the chicken feathers on his palms and reminded Magnus with a serious expression, "
This duel is of great significance. In recent years, the conflicts between many parties have gradually increased." Aggravating, the impact of large-scale conflicts is too deep. It is essentially a competition between countries to show off their muscles. You'd better send a few archery masters and griffin knights over immediately." Magnus raised his small glasses and said, "Competition
items ."
Imric stared at Aslay's army that had just run out of Athel Loren, and said with a disdainful smile, "Individual competitions, team competitions, riding combat, archery, and aerial combat, but there is no guarantee that Aslay will be able to mess around again. If there is any strange project. For example, giant beast fighting, then you'd better bring over the modified Conqueror."
While Little Glasses was thinking about how to deal with it, Imric waved his hand and prepared to leave, "The things hidden behind this, We don't need to worry about it, but if the Empire is too weak this time, it will be difficult to remain strong in certain things in the future." "
How many champions are you prepared to ask for?" Magnus asked Imric, he I feel that the most important thing in this competition is how much Caledo wants.
"Three, as long as they can win, but Aslay can't have one."
Aralos had a brief exchange with Edgar, and kept asking what was going on. The ground was full of scorch marks and broken sand, and many spider webs appeared on the ground. There are broken traces like broken pieces, and you actually said nothing happened?
Edgar pushed away Araloth who was asking endless questions, and cursed impatiently,
"Don't pretend to be Lord Athel Loren in front of me. In the eyes of the Dragon Prince, it's nothing. If I say it didn't happen, it didn't happen." If you have the guts, ask Orion to bring Wild Hunt to the Dragonspine Mountains and see if he can be resurrected in the Oak of Era next time." He
said firmly. The onlookers gave the old man a thumbs up. When they encountered the Dragon Prince's arrogance in the past, they would inevitably feel unhappy, but now looking at their attitude towards foreigners, they felt inexplicably refreshed.
In fact, Aralos already knew what was going on here, but he wanted Asul to give an explanation. You guys attacked Bretonnia as soon as you disagreed. You must know that these are hundreds of Holy Grail Knights.
If the usual border conflict between the two clans mobilizes nearly half of the Holy Grail Grandpas, whether Asrai can leave this wilderness is a matter worthy of consideration.
What made him even more fearful were the Flame Knights. It was rumored that these knights were transformed by Imrik using Ancient Saint technology, but the specifics could not be told. I heard they were very good.
But looking at it now, don't even think about winning this stage of the cavalry battle. Let the most elite forest captain lead the giant herd deer, and I'm afraid even he can't beat the divine power. (End of chapter)