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Lord Mourinho rode a fire phoenix and slowly descended from the sky, his handsome face covered with bone-chilling frost.

"You're too bold!" The swan priest's gaze roamed the square, and every Beamon who was swept by his gaze couldn't help but shudder. "Howling Gathering! Fight! Are you still soldiers? Are you still sacrificial? Lord Mourinho angrily pointed at the soldiers of the Emerald militia and the whip of the god of war and scolded: "You are simply a horde of ruffians and rascals! ”

"And you!" The main priest of the swan did not spare the sacrifices in the square: "More than 600 sacrifices, nearly 8,000 followers!" You're actually watching these two gangs fight in the Champ de Mars Square! What do you eat? ”

There was an awkward silence.

"Answer me!" Lord Mourinho roared.

There was an even more embarrassing silence.

The clash of armor and soldiers rang out from time to time, and more regular knights and infantry of the "Whip of War" legion drove from another street in a neat procession, and a Rhine knight with a legion commander on his chest rode angrily on a Greenland snow lion and held the reins in front of the Champ de Mars Square, his eyes glaring at the Fei Leng Cui militiamen like knives.

A red chariot, guarded by a team of brightly armored Tiger Templars, slowly drove through the neat formation of the Beamon soldiers, and stopped next to the statue of the god of war.

The Tigerman of the Taggo tribe who was driving jumped from the front seat of the car and laid the velvet felt and foot piers on the door of the car. Two Medusa warriors with horns on their heads, stout bodies and six meters tall, flowed from the back of the chariot to the front, their godless eyes mechanically surveying the chaotic Champ de Mars Square.

Horned Viper Samurai! These are the two great priests of the Temple Inquisition!

The door opened, and Lord Bergkamp, the White Tiger Priest, jumped out of the car, and slowly stood on the foot pier from the chariot with a diminutive old man in his arms, and then stepped to the ground.

The old man of Beamon held a bronze ancient version of the "Sacrificial Codex" on his chest. His face was deeply wrinkled, and a faint "Wang" line was faintly visible in the center of his eyebrows; His flabby skin was grayish-white that had not seen sunlight all year round, and on his head was a tower-like crown adorned with precious stones and pearls, and a specially tailored crimson sacrificial robe was covered with wonderful talismans.

When the pair of cloudy and faint old eyes swept across the entire God of War Square, whether it was a sacrifice or a soldier, they all collectively stroked their chests and sent their most sincere respect to this old man who represented the divine right and the god of war.

"Honorable High Priest in Red, Blatt, please allow your servant to greet you." The collective mixed ground sound is so consistent at this moment.

"God is with you. My children. Blat's voice waved lightly, it was a perennial sacrifice that sang war songs, and his voice was the complete opposite of his appearance. It's so crisp.

"Your Majesty Blat! You've come just in time! The Rhine Knight, who wore the corps commander symbol on his chest, sat on the saddle of the Greenland Snow Lion, pointed the whip in his hand at the Emerald militiamen, and his huge voice was as loud as a thunderbolt on the ground: "In any case, please hand over all these followers of the besieging regular soldiers to our military headquarters!" It is unforgivable for the king to do such a thing, no matter whose subordinates it is! ”

"Prince Karn." The red-clothed high priest Blatter nodded politely to the Rhine Legionnaire: "Please allow me to investigate the situation first, okay?" ”

Liu Zhenzhen rolled his eyes at this Rhine knight, this guy turned out to be the "Prince Lionheart" Karn, one of the two legion leaders of the "God of War's Whip"; Greck. His Majesty King Sal is his brother.

"What else needs to be investigated. My Dear Bratt Nisle! Prince Karn, with his golden face and beard, snarled in a low voice, "The facts are already in front of you! ”

"When two children fight, as a parent, what you should do is to persuade them." Blatter smiled brightly, "Prince Karn, the god of war told us. Forgiveness and a loving heart are the greatest virtues. ”

"Your Majesty, what I want to say is that the god of war also tells us that the majesty of the law is also not to be trampled on!" Prince Karn said in a deep voice.

"Is it illegal to besiege the priest and his followers?" Liu Zhenzhen asked in a loud voice.

"Who are you?" Prince Karn turned the Snow Lion. looked at Liu Zhenzhen, his eyes were aggressive.

"I am the war sacrifice Richard who was besieged by the regular soldiers of your 'Whip of War' legion." Liu Zhenzhen hugged his arms and looked at Prince Lionheart: "There are so many sacrifices in the square that can prove it for me!" ”

"The joke isn't funny." Prince Lionheart sneered: "How could a regular soldier of Beamon go and besiege a priest for no reason!" ”

"Your joke isn't very authentic either." Liu Zhenzhen exhaled a ball of snot and threw out the distance, "How can Beamon's star robe sacrifice lead his followers to besiege the regular soldiers for no reason?" ”

"Are you ............" Prince Karn was furious, but he was choked for a moment, and after looking around continuously, he asked in a deep voice with a mahjong face, "What about His Royal Highness Prince Richard?" Where is he now? ”

Liu Zhenzhen, Guoguo and the second and third young pointed to the cobweb cocoon that was struggling on the ground.

"Did you do it?" Prince Lionheart's body leaned slightly from the snow lion's back, and this action, along with his fierce eyes, made his whole person seem to be filled with high-voltage electricity.

"This is the power of the god of war." Liu Zhenzhen's hat began to be buttoned randomly, and he now has a lot of experience in how to make a magic stick.

"Alarmist!" Prince Lionheart sneered coldly: "Now, I need you to let go of His Royal Highness the Prince immediately, our god of war is not a spider, but he has no habit of mummifying, as for your account, I will settle it with you!" You little Pitge war sacrifice. ”

Liu Zhenzhen when he was farting.

"My child. Let's let go of His Royal Highness Prince Richard first. His Majesty Blatter smiled knowingly at Liu Zhenzhen: "As the most pious servant of the God of War, no one can hurt you again, I swear in the name of an old Tagger." ”

Liu Zhenzhen shrugged his eyebrows, walked to the edge of the cobweb cocoon, and very slyly began to tear from the hip position of Prince Richard, seeing the hem of the battle armor, Liu Zhenzhen smiled and looked up at Prince Karn. Suddenly there was a force in the hand.

"Woo Zi~" The sound of the cloth breaking, the huge cobweb cocoon was torn open a gap, just revealing a little white flower content, Liu Zhen was suddenly unlucky, his body was thrown high in a diagonal line, and a large piece of armor and rags were waved indiscriminately in his hand, and a series of strange screams ran straight to the ground, and the back of his head knocked out a pit on the ground, and the ground was smashed with a loud sound. Dust splattered.

"Good b! Little bitch raised something! Liu Zhenzhen gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground, touched his nose, and was fine. There was no blood, but others could clearly see that there was a shocking whip mark on his face.

His Royal Highness the Prince tore open a gap in the cocoon of the cobweb, and forced himself to break free of the restraints with brute force, at this time the stickiness of the solid cobweb had reached the cooldown time, and Prince Richard easily shook off the cobwebs entangled in his body and stood up from the ground.

Holding the giant sword in one hand and covering his buttocks in the other, His Royal Highness was trembling violently, and his handsome face was blue and purple. His face was covered in blood, and a huge black bag bulged out from the corners of each of his eyes, making him look like a cute lion-headed goldfish, and his long golden hair was falling like a kite with a broken string. The golden Misoli armor was not much different from the defective products picked up in the garbage heap, and like the champas, the surface was full of potholes.

If it weren't for Liu Zhenzhen's somewhat scruples, the prince would have been scrapped long ago even if he had ten lives.

However, compared to the dignity of the royal family, the prince's current appearance. I'm afraid it's not much better than dying in battle.

The piece of armor and rag in Liu Zhenzhen's hand came from the buttocks of His Royal Highness the Prince.

The mixed blood of Rhine and Tagore is tough, Prince Richard tucked the tiger tail in the armor, and at the moment when the armor and clothes were torn, he hit Liu's shocking face like a steel whip, Beamon has a saying———— "Tagore's ass can't be touched", Lao Liu forgot about this stubble, and wanted to peel the prince a bare pig, but inadvertently suffered a loss.

Although this stuffy loss is a bit wronged, but Liu Zhenzhen is also lacking in virtue enough, he was hit in the face by the tiger's tail, and he didn't forget to pull the fabric in his hand, and now a large part of His Royal Highness the Prince's white ass and thighs have been made public, and there are people everywhere in the square, and there are people watching the excitement in the bar, seeing the prince's style, even if he is no longer smiling, he can't help laughing.

A few of them, who usually like a little bad taste, stared at the prince's stiff buttocks and swallowed violently.

"What a big guy!" Liu Zhenzhen whistled lightly, shook off the broken armor and cloth in his hand, looked at His Royal Highness the Prince who was covering his buttocks, and said very seriously: "In terms of the size of your root, it is much better than your martial arts." ”

"I mean that tail of yours." Liu Zhenzhen added another explanation: "It's not another bar." ”

The horses laughed harder, and Prince Karn's face was as ugly as the sea level before the storm.

His Royal Highness Prince Richard closed his eyes, inhaled hard, his chest rose and fell violently, and for some reason, the hem of his torn and mutilated armor began to drip strings of blood again, splashing on the bluestone slabs on the ground, ticking and ticking.

"Huh~ The lion has menstruation? Isn't that the 'Red Water Beast'! Liu Zhenzhen's face was shocked, but the cunning in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

Laughing, laughing, and some people applauded loudly—————— but there are people who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

"Damn Pige!" Prince Karn had just let out an angry roar, and the Greenland snow lion under him had just taken a step, and a chirping arrow with a sharp whistle nailed to the snow lion's toes, and the free shards of ice and fire scared the snow lion into a splinter, almost throwing Prince Karn off his saddle.

What a fast arrow! Prince Kahn was a professional soldier. The first reaction was to evaluate what kind of archer this arrow came from———— Divine Arrow Zheqin! There is no doubt that it is still the top arrow Zheqin with extremely strong arm strength! The level of this archer is far inferior to the archery instructor of the "Whip of the God of War".

Nedved's hands were clasped in his arms, and he was poise.

There were quite a few centaur archers who were secretly pointing at him, and their eyes were full of the adoration of seeing an idol.

"I mean, you're not going to be a princess, are you?" Liu Zhenzhen grinned and asked Prince Richard with a smile.

Prince Richard let out a detonated howl and picked up a cobweb cocoon from the ground. He knotted it at his waist, and then carried the giant sword upside down, and walked towards Liu Zhenzhen step by step with a crazy face, and now His Royal Highness the Prince, his eyes have completely bulged out, and there is a shiny saliva at the corner of his mouth, his head is tilted to the side, and he twitches nervously from time to time, and he is ready to play with his life when he is stimulated.

Liu Zhenzhen looked at this posture. Immediately shouting for help in a mournful tone, he jumped behind the red-clothed high priest Blat.

His Royal Highness the Prince laughed, and the giant sword in his hand dragged a string of sparks on the ground. The muscles all over his body have broken through the armor, and the twisted veins bulge like earthworms, stepping on a piece of bluestone pavement in one step, because the madness has reached the limit, His Royal Highness's long golden hair has been stretched straight, and what is especially strange is that His Royal Highness the Prince, who originally had long hair, now has a small Mediterranean Sea in the center of his head. It's as if a crappy barber has accidentally shoveled a bald patch.

Where is the current prince still has the kind of high and handsome when he just appeared on the God of War Square, if he was like a dragon slayer prince who came out of a girl's dream, then now he is still the prince of a girl's dream, but the girl in the dream must be an ogre or Kou Tao mermaid and the like.

Tattered armor, torn clothes. Fierce eyes, strange hairstyles, ugly scars all over the body, these scars are all external injuries, and they look terrifying. In fact, the damage is limited, mainly because it is ugly.

Liu Zhenzhen wanted this effect, he really beat the prince to death, and his sacrifice must have come to an end.

"Enough! Prince Richard, do you want to openly attack a priest in front of me! His Majesty Blatt looked majestically at His Royal Highness the Prince, who was walking over step by step: "So far, Richard Sacrifice has not made any moves to attack you!" And your attitude really does not look like a humble clergyman! If there is a contradiction, it can be appealed and arbitrated! Don't you see that I have brought the two oracles of the religious deacons? ”

"Please remember who you are!" Blatter said in a more advanced tone, "You are a Templar who serves the god of war, a clergyman!" All the contradictions of the clergy will be resolved within the temple! ”

Prince Richard didn't mean to stop at all, his nose was heavy and muddy breathing, his eyes were blood-red, he turned around, the giant sword shook a cold light, and he let out a beastly roar in a hoarse voice: "Pig, you are absolutely dead today!" Whoever is protecting you, I'm going to make your head into a wine container! I swear! ”

"I command you, Knight Richard, to halt your progress at once." Blatni looked at His Royal Highness the Prince.

His Royal Highness the Prince still stubbornly walked forward.

With a crisp sound, a carved arrow shot on the bluestone pavement five steps in front of His Royal Highness the Prince, half a foot into the ground, the tail of the arrow trembled from the "sigh", and the ice and flames drifted away from the arrow shaft, "crackling" burst out fine Martian ice dust, like fireworks.

"Before the Pope takes his seat, he must not be presumptuous!" Nedved let out a loud shout, and the Salas Flame Demon Bow in his hand had already been strung with four arrows, aimed at the prince's arrogant head.

"Magic Archer!" Prince Lionheart's pupils suddenly widened several times, and he let out a low roar.

"Do you dare to shoot a prince?" His Royal Highness Richard was obviously out of control, and turned his head with a paranoid look, looked at Nedved, and pounded his chest hard: "Do you dare? House! Shoot an arrow for me! ”

"If you take five steps closer to Lord Fei Leng and His Majesty the Pope, you'll know if I dare to shoot." Nedved sneered.

"What don't you dare!" His Royal Highness dragged the giant sword and strode towards Bratt Ni.

Among the altar priests on the Champ de Mars, many of them took off their pet badges and squinted at Prince Richard, their eyes like torches.

His Royal Highness was keenly aware of the hostility around him, and after taking the fourth step, he regained his feet and turned to scan the surroundings with endless madness in his eyes and a low roar in his throat.

His provocation obviously aggravated the misunderstanding of others, and at least twenty high-ranking Beamon warriors spontaneously stood beside the red-clothed high priest with their weapons stolen, and countless ranged attackers opened their bows and arrows, took out javelins and slingshots, and pointed the cold light at His Royal Highness the Prince.

The two huge horned viper envoys also stood on the Pope's flanks, and their godless eyes looked at His Royal Highness the Prince as if they were looking at a field chicken.

Prince Richard was electrocuted, and looked at the Pig Lord who was shrinking behind the red-clothed high priest not far away, even if he was skilled in force, it was absolutely impossible for him to take a step forward, because if he took a step further, there would be a huge suspicion of assassinating the Pope, and this crime could completely kill a prince of course.

"Don't stop it yet! Richard Knight! "Master Mourinho came out to play the round: "Wielding a weapon in front of the high priest in red, do you want to be burned at the stake?" Give up your momentary confusion! Apologize to His Majesty Blat! ”

"I'm going to duel him!" Prince Richard was disheveled, and pointed the giant sword in his hand at the triumphant Liu Zhenzhen, his throat becoming like scraping the bottom of a shabby and leaky pot because of excessive force.

"Duel with a priest? Are you sure you're alone against the followers and pets of Richard's sacrifice? "Mourinho is angry and funny, and he secretly scolds this kid in his heart for being an idiot.