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The melodious sound of the horn came from afar, and Muria, who was cultivating in his palace, was awakened by the sound of the horn, slowly opened his eyes, revealing a hint of helplessness, and then closed it again.

Outside of his body, more than a dozen black and red air currents that were as agile as black snakes swam, and then all poured into his body.

Muria ended his practice for the day, because after the sound of this trumpet, if he continued to practice, the difficulty of his cultivation would be doubled.

He has heard the military horn many times over the years, the short time is once a month, and the longest time is half a year, and every time the military horn sounds, it represents the beginning of a war.

Muria is used to it, and can also understand the frequent wars, because there are so many countries in this area that any small thing can be the fuse and start a war.

Of course, the scale of these wars was limited to about 10,000 people, so although they were wars in nature, in Muria's eyes, they were not much better than the fighting between two villages in the empire he had established in the world of Erathia.

However, although the number of participants in the battle was a bit cold, the scale of the battle was also smaller, but the frequency of the battle made Muria breathtaking, it was indeed too frequent.

You must know that every time the trumpet sounds, it is gathering troops and then sending them out, and at this time, the troops that were sent out last time generally did not withdraw.

Muria doesn't care about these things, this kind of intense war, with the foundation of their Gay country, they won't destroy the country if they lose dozens of games, but the vitality will be greatly damaged.

The only thing he was unhappy about was that when the trumpet sounded, he couldn't practice, because the sound of the trumpet had a special effect, and this sound would make the power in his body active and enter a state of excitement.

In battle, hearing such a horn sound, the combat effectiveness of ordinary soldiers can increase by about one to three percent, but when cultivating, the activity of strength suddenly increases so much, which makes people feel the urge to spit fragrant fragrance.

Although with Muria's control, he was able to continue his cultivation, but there was no need, the effort was not proportional to the reward at all, and at this time, his brothers and sisters would run out to join in the fun.

Every expedition of the army of the Gay Kingdom is a relatively relaxed and pleasant leisure time for the royal family who are not yet underage and do not need to fulfill their obligations. So apart from Muria, the other royal families liked this melodious trumpet very much.

Five-year-old Muria got up from the bed, and when he got out of bed, before the soles of his feet touched the ground, a black gas appeared under his feet, supporting his body.

A small toddler walks off the ground in a cloud of black air. In such a scene, although Muria's appearance looks very sunny, under the power he controls, he is full of a villain's aura, and he doesn't look like a good person anyway.

However, Muria doesn't care if he looks like a good person, he only knows that his current posture, whether it is his appearance or aura, is very sufficient. Even if he looks like a villain, he's a handsome villain.

Muria left the palace and walked towards the palace's fifty-metre-high walls. He didn't have to guess to know that now the city wall was definitely full of those royal families whose cultivation had been interrupted by the military horn and had nothing to do, and ran there to join in the fun.

"This is the place I have given my brother, and you can't stand here. On an arrow tower with an excellent view of the expeditionary army, a little fat man looked at the brothers and sisters in front of him, who were a head taller than him, and jumped to his feet with anger, his face full of grievances.

"Brother Wang, which brother Wang? Aren't we your brother Wang? Since you are in the position occupied by Brother Wang, it is not the same to give us the position?"

A child who was a head taller than this little fat man looked down at him condescendingly, with a hint of impatience on his face, and the ritual of an army march was rare.

"I'm talking about Brother Arnold, not you. The little fat man's face showed a fierce look, and on his body, a faint black aura appeared.

"Arnold!" Hearing the little fat man's words, the boy's face suddenly showed a playful look, "You are talking about Arnold, who has the best results in all tests?"

"That's right. Hearing that the unfamiliar brother in front of him also knew the eldest brother he recognized, the little fat man raised his head proudly.

"Hehe, then you are the royal shame Opuno, who is older than him next year, but is about to call him the royal brother?" The boy, who was about seven or eight years old, looked at the round brother in front of him, and a sneer appeared on his face.

Fernand had many children, but this number was only relative to the children born to a royal family, which was many, but in fact there were not many people in more than a hundred.

When these people live in the same building, no matter which one has done something brilliant or done something that is out of the ordinary, as long as they are a little more well-informed, the royal family will basically know.

Therefore, Opuno, the little fat man who has been fooled by Muria and has not repented until now, wants to recognize Arnold as a brother younger than him, and his deeds are undoubtedly a joke after being eaten by various royal families.

"He's better than me no matter what he does, what's wrong with me calling him Brother Wang?" the little fat man Opunor blushed and defended his actions, in his heart, he felt that there was nothing wrong with calling Arnold, who was only born half a year later than himself, a royal brother.

"It's a veritable royal shame. I don't know how to be inferior and humble, and I am not ashamed, but proud. The boy sneered, waved his hand and let the little fat man roll aside.

"This is my place for Brother Wang, we dare to rob him of his things, and you will be good-looking when the time comes. Opuno's tone was a fierce threat

He knew that this was not the time to give in, and he didn't provoke this group of people, but these people took the initiative to find him, and the meaning of this was self-evident.

In this depressing palace, once someone is recognized as a bully, then the end will become very miserable, and if you are not careful, you will even disappear forever.

"Move out of Arnold to scare us?" "Hearing Opno's threat, the boy smiled, his eyes full of disdain, "Okay, I've heard of his reputation for a long time, and I want to see it, "When he comes, you let him come to me, and I'll see what he can do in the face of my royal brother." ”

The boy who had already turned around and watched the army marching below waved his hand impatiently, his tone full of disdain. As a royal family, there is no such thing as a brother or sister for them, and most of them only have a competitive relationship.

Although according to the information, he already knew that Arnold was a very good guy, and he was even better than they were at that age, but it was a comparison of the same age.

And the reality now is that he is almost three years older than Arnold, and he doesn't believe that Arnold can have any advantage with a sufficient age gap.

If this brother Wang really dared to argue with him, he wouldn't mind using his fists to teach him what kind of posture to face Brother Wang was the most correct.

"What do you want me for?" At this moment, a childish, but very calm voice came.

The little fat man Opuno, whose eyes were red and tears that were about to drip out, looked at Muria who flew up three feet from the ground with a look of surprise, and shouted with some excitement, "Brother Wang!"

"What's the matter, are they bullying you?" Muriyah frowned, looking at the little fat man in front of him who was calling him brother Wang.

Although he has never recognized this guy as a little brother, in the eyes of others, this guy has already labeled him, so to a certain extent, hitting this little fat man is equivalent to slapping him in the face, and Muria can't ignore this kind of thing anyway.

No matter what world he Muria descends into, even when he is lewd, he will never make people think that he is a good bully.

Forbearance in order to accumulate and develop, and bullying in the early stage is absolutely non-existent for him. Whoever tried to test him or hit him, he would respond with the toughest attitude.

"No, but they robbed you of the place I gave you. "The little fat man who was already ready to run down this arrow tower to complain to Muria and complain to him.

"You're just two people, but you want to occupy a position, don't you think the best arrow tower is too much?"

The boy, who was already ready to make excuses to teach him a lesson when he saw Muria, suddenly retreated when he saw Muria's way of playing, and began to reason with him.

Hearing this little boy's words, Muria did not respond, but looked at the five people who ran to the top of the arrow tower, three men and two women, and the other four were watching the worship ceremony of the army below intently, and turned a blind eye to everything that happened behind them, as if Muria did not exist, full of style.

"This is here to trouble me!" Muria looked at a tall, slender girl standing in the center, her eyes narrowed slightly, confirming her identity, quickly determining the nature of the matter.

"Do you get down on your own, or do I throw you down?" Muria spoke, his tone full of domineering and questioning, and since he was sure that these people were here to trouble him, there was no need to beat around the bush.

"Arnold, remember who you are, this is the way you speak to us, don't you think you're too presumptuous?" the boy scolded Muria when he saw Muria walking in the air, and suppressed his urge to turn back and ask for help.

"Identity, aren't you here to fight with me?"