Before the sun set, the camp of the Chambord expeditionary force was finally set up.

Looking at the newly appeared camp by the river, the people of several dependent countries around were all stunned, for no other reason, it was really too extravagant for this Chambord camp, the black warm tent engraved with magic formations in the camp exuded a faint magic power fluctuation, which not only allowed the soldiers to be in it and would never feel the coming cold attack, but also had a certain degree of early warning function, and could feel the movement of the outside world at the first time when attacked by the enemy, and the defense ability was extremely strong.

Such a magic tent, not to mention that each one is worth more than a thousand gold coins, and in order to promote and maintain the magic array on the tent, it is necessary to consume the energy of the magic stone every moment, and a low-grade magic stone can only maintain the magic power required to provide three days of tent magic array, such treatment, even the king of a small subject country can not enjoy it, and the Chambord people can let the lowliest grooms live in such a luxurious magic tent, which is really too envious and jealous of the surrounding vassal countries.

Of course, more people began to be shocked by the strength of the Chambord people.

Because in addition to these fifty expensive magic tents, other military camp standing supplies and armor and weapons seem to have something to do with the magic belt, so that the entire camp is surging with a faint magical atmosphere, as if a low-level temporary magic tower appeared out of thin air, and at the same time, the camp is erected on each side of the three-meter-high three-meter-high black iron tower shield, like an arrow tower to protect the entire Chambord camp, guarded, the top of the tower shield set up a lookout post, the archers with longbows and arrows on their backs are burning eyes, vigilantly patrolling around。

Such a camp setting is not much different from that of the top ten first-class vassal countries.

The essence revealed by the shampoo people makes those who observe secretly feel frightened.

"These shampoo people...... It's such a luxury!"

"It's incomprehensible why a small sixth-class vassal state, living in the bitter cold of the northern frontier, who was said to have no financial means to equip its soldiers with armor, has become so rich?

"Hmph, no matter how you show off, it's just an upstart hillbilly!"

Around the Chambord camp, there were many warriors and officials from other vassal countries, familiar or unacquainted, gathered in twos and threes, and exchanged comments one after another, and some of the countries that had been regarded as private allies before exchanged information, among which there were those who were envious and close to them, those who admired and sighed, those who were silent and cold, those who were disdainful and jealous, and those who had ill intentions or ulterior motives.

At this time, the atmosphere in the twenty-mile camp area of the plain seems to be peaceful, but in fact it is already very tense.

Although in the eyes of many imperial aristocratic forces, the martial arts competition is just a stage for those powerful superior vassal countries to show their majesty in exchange for benefits, but for those small countries, there are also some small interests to chase, big countries eat meat, small countries drink soup, there are small kings who fantasize about fighting to raise the level of their countries by one level, and there are also kings of inferior vassal countries who are trying their best to support just to keep the royal family rank and existence, the system of the imperial martial arts competition makes it possible for any country to become opponents, so before the game officially begins, it is the best time for countries to find out the details of each other, and it is also the last chance。

And Sun Fei and the others went out to the camp of the Twenty Mile Vassals, because the address of the camp was excellent, and immediately became the focus of attention, and the ensuing events shocked everyone, as one of the ten adjudicating knights of the Imperial Knight Palace, Claude actually roared angrily and challenged, which made the attention of all the countries in the Twenty Mile Vassals camp focus on this small open space by the river.

To be able to be the top master of the top ten judging knights to take the initiative to challenge, regardless of the final result of victory or defeat, this is already an honor that ordinary kings can hardly reach, and it is also a recognition of the strength of King Chambord, which makes some people who don't know the reason more curious, and soon, about the record of the twin towers of King Alexander of Chambord, began to be spread, causing a wave of experience and doubts, and people are more looking forward to and curious about the upcoming duel.

The plain of about 20 square kilometers from under the Moro Pass to the imperial capital St. Petersburg was neatly divided into large and small squares by the empire, and the army of a vassal state was stationed in each square, and from a bird's-eye view from the sky, it was like a huge chessboard between heaven and earth, and the two hundred and fifty vassal states were the chess pieces on the chessboard of heaven and earth, and a bloody battle was about to begin.

As the focal point of the Twenty Mile Affiliated State Camp, the Chambord people were treated as 'onlookers'.

From noon to evening, almost every participating subject country has sent its own forces to the vicinity of the camp to explore the strength of the Chambord people, according to the tradition of the next military exercises, a sixth-class subject country has appeared in a big man who can cause the challenge of the judge knight, which is not good news for any country, because due to the schedule and order, this sudden appearance of the tiger may encounter any country in the competition, and it may threaten any country, this possible existence, so that Chambord City has a faint taste of the enemy of many countries。

In the evening, more and more people gathered around Chambord's camp.

There is nothing to avoid, maybe in a few days the two sides will meet each other in the competition, it is a common thing to come to the martial arts competition in the dead and corpses, in the twenty-mile camp, almost hit the two hundred and five are the most elite soldiers and warriors among the subject countries, the killing atmosphere is the most obvious, a word of disagreement, the matter of drawing swords against each other is happening all the time, the empire does not prohibit the private duel between the samurai of the subject countries, and has prepared fifty sword test platforms in the camp area as a venue for private duels, and in recent times, the number of people who died on the sword test platform in the duel has exceeded one hundred, including many masters of fighting spirit, even a four-star wood fighting spirit master with amazing strength died on the sword platform.

Therefore, standing on the edge of the camp to observe the enemy's situation, the samurai with long swords and scimitars on their backs did 'above board', and for a while, the crowd around the Chambord camp gathered, and it was very lively, just like the entrance of the most famous gambling house in the imperial capital.

Among the crowd, three or four young people wearing brocade robes with extraordinary demeanor were the most eye-catching, they were followed by more than a dozen guards with distinct armor, and each of them was surging with a good fighting spirit, and no one around dared to approach them, they all stood far away, looking at these young people with a look of fear in their eyes.

"Prince Sora, what do you think of these shampoo people, are they a threat to us?" asked a handsome young man in a golden robe, a sapphire headband, and long blue hair clasped with his hands on his chest.

"Hmph, it's just a bunch of hillbillies who have never seen the world!" Prince Sora smiled coldly, his brown eyebrows were slender, and his face was quite handsome, but he could have a hooked nose but make this handsome look a little gloomy, he was high-spirited, imposing, and his expression was slightly disdainful.

"Your Highness Sora, don't be careless, this King of Chambord, but it is definitely not easy to defeat the Tenth Ruling Knight, and then attract the Seventh Ruling Knight, the Bloody Knight Claude to make a move! Even if Your Highness Sola has advanced to the five-star intermediate level, I am afraid that you will not be able to help the Chambord King!" Another purple-haired young man who was also wearing a golden crown headband pressed his sword and smiled slightly. This person feels much calmer, with a pair of eyes that are shining, and he looks at the tiger, and he seems to be in a deep city. And in his words, there was a hint of provocation.

"Hmph!" Prince Sora's hooked nose showed a trace of disdain, and he snorted coldly and didn't say much, but there was obviously more eagerness and anger between his eyebrows.

"Your Highnesses, King Chambord, I have seen it with my own eyes, his strength is indeed good, but his personality is arrogant, lawless, he is a mad dog-like guy, and he is also very lustful, and there are several women around him, all of whom are the best in the world!" an old man with a goatee standing behind several young princes with only half an ear, suddenly stroked his goatee and spoke.

"Oh, the world is stunning?" said one of the four young men, who had never spoken, with a moving expression. His hair is slightly thin, revealing his scalp, a mouth, you can see a mouthful of yellow teeth, short stature, strange facial features, and a sickly paleness on his face, as if he was recovering from a serious illness.

The old man with the goatee had a trace of viciousness in his eyes, but he said respectfully: "Your Highness Tsvettan, forgive me for being rude, I am ten times more beautiful and noble than the four maids beside you!"

"Ten times?haha, hehe, interesting, really interesting!" Prince Tsvetan, who had an extremely ugly face, licked his lips and smiled: "I should probably go and meet this interesting Chambord King for a while!"

"His Royal Highness the Tomsk State, the head of the ten first-class vassals, would like to meet King Chambord, and that is his honor......," the old man with a goatee complimented.

Not far from this group of princes in Chinese clothes standing in the crowd, several thin black boys in old leather armor have been staring firmly at the gate of the Chambord camp, their eyes flashing with burning eyes, they have been standing here for half an afternoon, they have been hesitating, wanting to step into that gate, but they seem to be thinking about something, and they have never made up their minds.

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The first update.