Pride is the right of the swan people. -------- Beamon proverb.

The appearance of two big beauties suddenly made everyone silent.

All the people who don't know about Lord Fei Leng Emerald can't figure out how such a rough Pige can have a fate with so many beautiful women.

Goode and Bellamy glared at Cheney, the leader of the hedgehog people of the Rainbow Clan in the trench, who had just been in a bustle, and even the sentry came back to eat, drink and have fun, and actually allowed the two of them to suddenly appear in Fei Lengcui.

Cheney was chilled by the two chief guards, so he quickly dropped his wine glass and went to the sentry with a few hedgehogs.

"Dear Master Cui Beiqian, I didn't expect you to arrive so soon! I'm waiting for you to teach you the war song, but I'm waiting for my eyes to wear it! Liu Zhenzhen laughed and put down the strings in his hand, and said inappropriately haha.

"I almost got lost, the desolate red clay slopes would become like this, and I wondered if something had gone wrong with my memory." The beautiful snake patted Helen in her arms and smiled at Lao Liu.

"What a coincidence, I'm here to introduce you to our people of Fei Leng Cui, tonight is the first dinner party of all the people in our Fei Leng Cui territory." Liu Zhenzhen glanced at the girl with wings with his eyes, the cold armor covered her face, and the eyes revealed were really indescribably beautiful, but the eyes were too cold and arrogant.

These beautiful eyes swept over the slave on the side, and when he looked at his vulgar and unliterate self, Liu Zhenzhen keenly captured the deep contempt in those eyes.

The people and monks of Emerald stood up politely and saluted the scepter, dressed in black robes with the cuffs of the dragon's head crest.

Wherever you go, noble sacrifices will always be the center of attention.

Under the guidance of Helen and Ning Yu, the people of Fei Lengcui paid great attention to etiquette, and their performance won Cui Beiqian's nod.

Especially the new hippo poets are enough of the limelight, O'Neill grinned and wrote a poem on the spot, praising the beautiful demeanor of the beautiful snake sacrifice, which made Cui Beiqian feel good for a while.

Cui Beiqian felt that Beamon here pulled out at random, and from a polite point of view, he was more like a lord than this lord Richard.

"It's a good development, I still underestimate your abilities, Richard." Cui Beiqian praised him very calmly, and her tone was neither salty nor light.

In fact, Cui Beiqian is already turning over the river and the sea in her heart, and the development of Fei Lengcui is not just a "good" that can be described? Gathering such a large number of people in a short period of time, and turning a barren land into an oasis, is no longer the limit that Cui Beiqian can imagine.

Although Cui Beiqian's cultivation is good, but the silver female knight of the temple who followed behind her couldn't control her surprise, when she knew that these monks were the Green Party Clan Mantis Knife Saint and these hippopotamus poets, she could still maintain her reserve, but she glanced at Liu Zhenzhen in surprise from the corner of her eye, and there was a little shock in her eyes. The sound of rapid breathing under the helmet was heard frequently.

This discovery made Liu, who had been secretly trying to capture envy from their eyes, a burst of joy.

"Did you just say that Helen danced the lost "Beamon War Dance" recorded in the Code of Sacrifices? Did I hear me right? Liu Zhenzhen looked at Helen and then at Cui Beiqian, with a look of anticipation.

Avril had instilled a little magic in the clam shell magic array, the goddess fountain rushed into the sky again, and the light of the night pearl once again sprinkled over the emerald sky.

"Beauty seems to be a dream, and only in such a dream can the war dance be born." Cui Beiqian couldn't help but compliment.

The most important thing to do in a dream is to leave a dream. Lao Liu muttered in his heart.

"Helen is a war sacrifice of "natural evolution", and the hopes that the temple has placed on you still seem to be too conservative. Cui Beiqian gently kissed Helen on the forehead: "Helen! In the battle of the ancient gods and demons, the excellent Beamon sacrifices are all "singing and dancing", because of the war, the war dance has not been preserved to this day, so only you "natural evolution" sacrifices can comprehend this mysterious power, you have to cultivate yourself more diligently, don't live up to the god of war's favor for you. ”

"Got it, mentor!" Helen snuggled up to her teacher's arms.

Can only the "naturally evolved" sacrifice be comprehended? Liu Zhenzhen was a little unhappy, he felt that he was dancing well, and a twisted disco hadn't appeared yet.

"Richard, don't think about it, except for the "natural evolution" sacrifice that has a certain chance of comprehending the war dance, even the most outstanding innate soul singer will definitely not have this blessing. Cui Beiqian hit Liu Zhenzhen without tactfulness.

"Who said that? I'm also a "double cultivation of singing and martial arts"! Liu Zhenzhen laughed, he found that he and Helen were really a natural pair, one is a double cultivation of singing and dancing, and the other is a double cultivation of singing and martial arts.

"Sacrificial cultivation of martial arts is just a boring joke." The beautiful snake sighed, it seems that her apprentice is really not ordinary stubborn: "Helen, Richard, you must strictly remember what I said!" The main cultivation of the sacrifice is the power of songs! We don't have a battle song formation map, so the Beamon Sacrifice can't use the magic array to make magic scrolls like human magicians to achieve the effect of instant use, you can only be diligent in cultivating in War Song to narrow and make up for this gap. ”

Helen nodded solemnly.

"Why are you comparing to a human magician? We sacrifices are not born to come to the world with the identity of confrontation with magicians~ We came to Bimon to preach the gospel of the god of war! Liu Zhen shook his head for a while, took out the words that his mentor Helen had taught him, and questioned his ancestor in turn.

"Tell Richard bad news!" The beautiful snake mentor said solemnly: "A war between humans and Beamon has broken out on the northwest front! The confrontation between the sacrifice and the human magician is imminent. ”

"Northwest Front?" Liu Zhenzhen and Helen exclaimed at the same time.

On the northwest frontier to the left of the royal city of Shabak, is the endless Taklamago Desert, and the outpost of Beamon has a company of Ostrit ostrich warriors and a company of vicuña warriors stationed on the desert oasis, and they are dealing with several small human kingdoms living in the desert, which have been sending robbers riding camels and wielding scimitars to fight the autumn wind from time to time.

But the desert oasis is close to the royal city, and the royal city is stationed with the "Whip of the God of War" of the Beamon Praetorian Guard, and the war is going directly, is the desert human kingdom taking the wrong medicine?

"There has always been friction between the desert country and us that is smaller than the kingdom of Meng, and this time the desert human bandits are even more arrogant! They actually sent a capable team to sneak into our country by sea and kidnap our princess, so the kingdom took the initiative to declare war on them! The Ostrit Ostrich Warriors and the Haus Vicuña Warriors have descended deep into the desert to track down! The kingdom has mobilized a large number of regular troops to assemble, ready to teach a lesson to the desert country that does not know the height of the sky! Cui Beiqian saw their doubt.

It's about my birds. Liu Zhenzhen sneered frequently.

It's not the first time that the desert country has done this kind of thing, last time it was Helen and Maple Leaf Village, this time it's the turn of Her Royal Highness the Princess, and the kingdom's treatment of the two is too great, right? The more Liu Zhenzhen thought about it, the more angry he became.

"Mentor! I want to apply to go to the frontline! Helen's face was not very good-looking.

"This is the first large-scale battle in Beamon in nearly a hundred years, and there is no need for a new war sacrifice to go to the battlefield. The private soldiers of the major nobles have only been transferred to the marquis class, and it is far from your turn to go to the battlefield. Cui Beiqian sighed: "No matter how I defend you in the temple this time, the Kingdom Temple still arranged two guardian knights for you, one is a man and one woman, one is His Royal Highness Prince Richard." ”

"Prince? Oh, where is your dear Highness? Liu Zhenzhen was smiling on his lips, and flames were tumbling in his heart.

"Originally, he arrived at this time yesterday and was recalled halfway." "The scale of this war is not good, and given the deep desert battle, the temple must organize excellent Templars to protect the sacrificial groups participating in the battle," said the Grace Serpent Mentor. ”

"That's stupid." Liu Zhen smiled again. If the prince had planned to come last night, wouldn't it have happened to be a heroic hero, driving away the bears and goblin robbers with majesty, and saving the weak from danger?

The prince is more shrewd than anyone else.

"Another female Templar that the temple had for Helen was this Knight of Godani. As for the vacancy of the other Guardian Knight, on my recommendation, it was taken over by my old subordinate, Vieri, the Bear Knight of the Pier. At present, Vieri has rushed to Witherspoon from the southern border, handed over the formalities, and picked up the Misha mount, which is expected to arrive a few days late. The beautiful snake mentor directed Liu Zhenzhen and Helen's gaze to the female knight beside her, who had been silent.

"This is the Silver Knight of Gotani of the Smyr, the only female Templar of all the temples of the Kingdom of Bimon, my mentor, the beloved daughter of Lord Mourinho. For a number of reasons, the Temple of the Royal City of Shabak has temporarily decided to transfer the Kingdom's only Templar Knights to serve as Helen's Guardian Knights. The beautiful snake smiled and looked at the cold-looking female knight beside her and nodded, introducing her to everyone present.

Gotanie gracefully removed her helmet, her long, silky vertical hair like macaroni and soup fell to her shoulders, and her hair was a rare white-gold color.

There was a sudden incessant gasp and exclamation all around.

It's not because this girl's peerless appearance shocked everyone, in the words of Pan Shuai Goode, the three boss ladies are all first-class beauties, and after seeing too much beauty, they can still be a little immune.

What really surprised everyone was the noble status of this female knight---- Smai swan.

A thousand years ago, in the Battle of Hyjal, which determined who was the master of the continent between Beamon and humans, there was a tragic aerial battle in Tennessee, and Beamon, the bird tribe who could fly in all Beamon, defected in the Warrenpol Batman battle, and was attacked by the powerful dragon knights, griffin cavalry troops and Bat traitors of the human race, and was completely wiped out.

As the only two remaining orphans of the Bode tribe in the battle, the proud Smai Swan Man and the Ostrit Ostrich warriors held up the last glory of the Bod.

The noble Swan clan is recognized as the most elegant of the five descendant nobles, and even the human beings, who have always thought that Beamon is a barbarian, have to admit that the Smai people have a natural aristocratic temperament, and their elegance and demeanor are innate.

In the Battle of Hyjal that year, the Ostrit ostrich warriors had already lost the ability to fly in the sky because they were too bulky and aerodynamic, so they joined the infantry and escaped the fate of the dragon knights, who were impossible to defeat in the air.

The Smai swan has long lost the ability to fly because it is the lord of the Bode tribe, they are the most intelligent Beamon hand-picked by the god of war Kampas, in the altar sacrifice, the Smai sacrifice is the only race that can be comparable to the wisdom incarnation of the Fox sacrifice in terms of number and quality, the just god of war deprived them of the ability to fly in the blue sky, giving them another peculiar ability, which is also the secret language war song that other Beamon sacrifices cannot learn - the Simai forbidden air war song.

The magical battle song of the forbidden air can make the air suddenly have a binding force, so that the birds that rely on the air to fly suddenly fall from a high altitude and fall to their deaths, resulting in a plane crash.

In the Battle of Hyjal that year, in the face of the powerful air force of the human race, although the number of the hereditary replacement of the Smail swan sacrifice of the Bimon Kingdom was extremely rare, but he still led his command to bravely respond to the battle, and in the air battle of Hyjal Tennessee, although the human air force occupied a great advantage, the Smai tribe's forbidden air battle song still played an unimaginable power.

When the crisp and loud "Smai Forbidden Sky Battle Song" resounded in the sky above the air battle in Tennessee, the flightless swan sacrifice became the protagonist of the battlefield, if it were not for the human dragon knight was too powerful, the forbidden air battle song could not have the ability to restrain the dragon, maybe the tide of the battle would have been reversed.

Thousands of years have passed in the long river of time, when the air battle in Tennessee was in the air war, the invincible dragon knight on the battlefield was arrogant, due to the selfishness and greed of human beings themselves, integrity and fortitude were no longer there, and the proud dragon was no longer willing to bow his proud head and sign any contract with humans. Within the pan-continent, only a very small number of countries currently have one or two dragon knights. In the air battle of Tennessee that year, the spectacular sight of ten dragon knights appearing together no longer appeared.

The griffin knight, who served as the dragon knight back then, has long been lost in the endless war of human beings because of the method of breeding and domestication. The former air lords are now only occasionally seen on certain Cult Paladin mounts.

The swan sacrifices of the Smai tribe have still held high their family's noble heads for thousands of years, facing the vicissitudes of history. Their innate pride comes from the ancient precipitation of the family, and from the spirit of daring to overcome the disparity in strength and challenge the strongest creature in the continent, the dragon, without changing their faces.

Although their beautiful wings have degenerated into real ornaments, the swans have never given up their dream of a blue sky, and their vision has always been to the blue sky - and their hearts are as broad as the sky.

(To be continued)