On the walls in the distance.

When the herald Bazel saw this scene from afar, his thin and withered body suddenly couldn't help but shake for a while, only to feel that his eyes were dark, his eyes were full of stars, his mouth was long, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow teeth, his gray hair was blown by the wind, and his eyes were dull and whispered: This is impossible...... It's absolutely impossible...... He's still alive...... Why is this happening...... Is he a monster? Ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, can he still survive? Damn, damn it!

The old guy felt like he was going crazy.

Standing next to him, Ggil, who had been gloating, squatted down directly, Alexander was not dead, and the keen feeling of the dead fat pig told him at this moment: If it is bad, his good luck will disappear, and the big trouble will come again.

Under the city gate, under the enemy tower.

Angela, who snorted softly and woke up slowly, was sad like a lily that had not yet bloomed and suddenly withered, her eyes were dim and lost her brilliance, and when she heard the cheers outside the bridge, she glanced at it in a blur of tears, but at this moment, her sight was frozen, and the girl's heart suddenly jumped uncontrollably, because she saw the familiar figure of the majestic shore standing at the head of the bridge far away in the blur of tears, and the sad girl quickly wiped her eyes in disbelief...... The god of war is on top, it's really him!!

The vitality and brilliance of life instantly returned to the girl's weak body.

"Alexander ......"

Angela muttered in a low voice, her tears flowing uncontrollably, different from the previous grief, this time it was tears of joy, she suddenly stood up, couldn't wait to wipe her tears, and then despite the resistance of Frank Lampard and Brook and others, who had turned back, she lifted her skirt and ran down the city like a happy bird.

"I'm going to see him!"

The beautiful girl said this to herself in her heart.

She had walked the road from the head of Chambord to the stone bridge countless times, standing on the head of the city or on the bridge to watch the sunset and sunrise, praying for poor Alexander was what the maiden used to do, but Angela never felt that the road was so long.

She wanted to teleport into the arms of the man on the bridge at once.

"Hey, watch out for the soles of your feet...... Angela...... Slow down...... Slow down, wait for me!"

The blonde little Lori Hima laughed and screamed behind her, bouncing and following up, the golden ponytail behind her head curled up and turned up, and her bright and happy appearance made Frank Lampard, the number one master of Chambord standing on the city wall, also full of smiles in his eyes. Not long ago, Frank Lampard was shocked to see Sun Fei shot into a fat white porcupine at the head of the bridge, and he desperately jumped off the city and rushed frantically towards the opposite bank...... But in the process, he suddenly remembered Alexander's previous instructions to take care of Angela, hesitated slightly, and quickly turned back to protect Angela's side.

Luckily, Angela is fine.

At the critical moment, Brooke was alert and firmly guarded by her side.

Now that Alexander has returned alive, the enemy has fled frantically and in a rout, the reinforcements of the Zenit Empire of the monarchy have arrived, all the dangers of Chambord have been lifted in an instant, and everything is the best ending.

Thinking of this, Lampard couldn't help but smile brightly on the 'international dead man's face', which had always been unwavering, and for the first time in several years he was smiling so happily, he just smiled and glanced at the herald Bazel who was not far away with a gloomy face like a dark cloud, and the provocative meaning in his eyes was full of provocation.

The latter could only snort coldly with a gloomy face.

......

The south bank of the Zuli River.

Hundreds of knights in the distance annihilated more than 1,000 black-armored troops, roared, stopped on the riverside, a huge red carriage pulled by eight horses separated from the crowd slowly drove over from the middle, the carriage was amazingly large, at least three meters long, supported by four huge and delicate wooden wheels, the whole carriage seemed to be carved from a whole piece of natural huge wood, carved with the pattern of thorn flowers, the pattern of a small bird was lifelike, there were two small ventilation windows on each side of the body, surprisingly, the groom driving was actually a knight with bright armor, and it looked like a good strength。

Seeing the carriage coming, the leader of the gorgeous armored knights who had been knocked to the ground by Sun Fei before climbed up to the ground and cried with the wheels, reversing black and white, adding fuel to what had just happened, and said unwillingly: "Sister Tanasha, that damn guy has insulted the dignity of the Zenit Empire in a frenzy, and he even scolded you...... You must not let him go. ”

There was silence in the carriage for a few seconds.

Then, a soft and weak voice came out from inside: "Jimi, you provoked the opponent first, right? This time, I met a master who didn't sell your account as a little prince of Zenit, and if you suffer a loss, it will be a lesson, and you are not allowed to take the initiative to provoke and cause trouble in the future...... I remember telling you many times that if you want to become a true knight, it is not enough to rely on personal force and battlefield exploits, humility, honesty, mercy, valor, justice, sacrifice, honor, spirit, you must always keep in mind these eight principles, it is possible to be promoted to become a real knight. ”

This soft and weak voice, which sounded like a long-term illness, had no deterrent power, but it seemed to have the power to penetrate people's hearts, easily exposing the lies of the little prince Dimi Tolbinsky, and by the way, it was another lesson to his unsuccessful brother.

The little prince Tolbinsky originally wanted to use his sister's hand to teach the barbarian who dared to provoke him a good lesson, but after this reprimand, he immediately wilted his head, and he was very aggrieved and defended with luck: "Sister, but this time I really don't blame ...... me."

"Alright, this is the end of this matter, if you have any ideas, I will have to let the soldiers send you back first......" The weak voice in the carriage interrupted Tolbinsky coldly, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Bring the best steward over." ”

Tolbinsky had no choice but to stand up, turn around, wave his hand, and whisper to the soldier next to him: "Go and call me that damn groom." ”

The soldier said yes and turned away.

After a while, the soldier came over with a middle-aged man of about forty years old in a linen-colored coarse cloth robe. The middle-aged man is about 1.8 meters tall, his short black hair is well-groomed, his sword eyebrows are starry, he is clear and clear, his nose is like a hanging gall, his body is well-proportioned, and his face is very handsome. It can be seen that this person was definitely a super handsome guy who turned everyone upside down when he was young, even if he was in his forties at this time, but he also had the charm of making innocent and pure girls look red in their eyes.

"You lowly 'groom' Best, go and tell your foolish king's son-in-law, the canonized ambassador of the Zenit Empire is here, hurry up and let him get out and kneel down to greet ......" Maybe it was jealousy between the same sex, the little prince Tolbinsky saw the handsome old guy in front of him who acted as a groom along the way but was complacent, and he was angry, and he was arrogant and bit the word 'groom' very hard.

"As you wish, Your Highness!"

The middle-aged Best didn't look angry in the slightest, bent down gracefully and performed a standard aristocratic salute, and then walked unhurriedly towards Chambord City. Such a humble and arrogant attitude made the little prince feel that his performance just now was simply an uneducated hillbilly, and he was depressed and wanted to vomit blood. But no one noticed, and after turning and walking out, Best made a hard gesture of his middle finger in front of him.

Finally back in Chambord City, all the worries along the way disappeared.

Seeing the majestic, basically intact city wall in the distance, Best breathed a long sigh of relief: "Fortunately, the timing of the reinforcements this time is not too late, the worst did not happen, the Black Armor Army did not break through the castle......" Thinking of this, Best sighed, with the existence of Lampard, the number one master of Chambord City, Bazel's guy should not be able to make any big waves, Angela and the fool king should be all safe.

The countless broken corpses on the ground and the scenes left behind by the fierce battle made Best feel scared for a while, he really didn't know how Chambord City held on, it was like a miracle, facing the siege of at least more than 3,000 well-trained black armor troops, 400 soldiers of the King's Guard actually held out for 5 days?

When he walked to the edge of the bridge, Best, who had been unfazed, looked at it and finally froze.

"God of War is above...... I don't know who came up with the bad idea?Well, Frank Lampard and Brooke's two wooden heads must have been unexpected...... Could it be Bazel? When is this old dog willing to do something good?"

Best looked down in thought.

At this time, he heard the cheers on the broken bridge across the river, and noticed that there were countless people gathered there for some reason, and they were celebrating something frantically...... You can't be talking about Alexander's idiot, right?

Best stepped in and sped up the broken bridge.

Let him at this time, he saw another scene that made him jaw-dropping-

Her beautiful daughter, Angela, who was pure and kind, suddenly ran out of the city in a frenzy, losing her ladylike manners, like a beautiful butterfly flying happily among the flowers, her face was red and fluttering and she was dressed in anger and parted the crowd, and she cried and laughed and threw herself into the arms of a young man covered in tattered armor and blood, and hugged the young man tightly.

Best couldn't believe his eyes.

God, when did Angela, a good daughter who was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, become so enthusiastic and open, and embraced a strange young man in front of the public, did she forget her identity as the future queen, or did something wonderful happen during the time she left Chambord?

Thinking of this, Best's heart jumped.

He felt that he should remind his silly daughter, but don't be deceived by the rhetoric of those frivolous young people, Best ran to the gap of the broken bridge in one breath, and deliberately shouted loudly: "Hey, Angela, my little darling, I'm back!"

......

Across the broken bridge.

Sun Fei was enjoying the taste of ecstasy in the warm fragrant nephrite embrace, and the beautiful fiancée rushed out enthusiastically and threw herself into his arms, making him suddenly full of joy after being slightly stunned, and this guy was thinking happily in his heart: "Haha, we can be regarded as heroes and beauties, hehe......"

Just when Sun Fei's teeth were broken while being happy, and he endured the urge to drool to feel the beauty of the beauty in his arms, someone actually shouted at the top of his throat without knowing whether he was alive or dead: Angela, my little baby, I'm back......

Sun Fei was furious all of a sudden.

"Damn, which bastard who doesn't have long eyes actually dares to tease Lao Tzu's girl blatantly?"

The anger burned uncontrollably in the heart of a guy who had knocked over the vinegar jar, and he angrily glanced around the people around him, and then followed everyone's gaze to the other side of the bridge, only to see a good-looking 'old white face' on the broken bridge opposite looking at the beautiful girl in his arms in a daze, obviously ill-intentioned.

"Who the fuck is this old thing?"

Sun Fei felt that his fist was a little itchy.

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In the afternoon, I went through the chapters very carefully.

Transformation and transformation, I really don't dare to be careless.

Crazy for collection and recommendation, more than 7,000 words today, but the knife is definitely carefully cultivated and cautious.