"Which of the two of them do you think will win?" There was a young Imperial nobleman whispering to his companion. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"It's hard to say." The conclusion reached by the partner after careful consideration made everyone around him roll their eyes: It's hard to say? Although the boy who can wrestle with the ice bear is indeed skilled, and even has the capital to get a position as a ten-captain in the Shadow Legion. What's more, looking at his age, I'm afraid he is less than 20 years old, and he is extremely malleable. Cultivated over time, it will inevitably become the mainstay of the imperial army. But now he is just a fledgling tiger cub, and he is wounded, how can he be able to defeat the sword fighters who have been invincible to the empire for many years? It's just that when the nobles refocused their attention on the two people fighting fiercely on the field, they couldn't help muttering in their hearts: It can't really be hard to say, right?

"It's going to be over." Compared to the nobles who have no attainments in combat skills, the commanders of the Shadow Legion have already sealed their coffins. He had already seen that the seemingly stalemate in the field was nothing more than an illusion, an illusion that had been maintained by the learned young man. From the brave splitting technique of Daxia to the smooth bow fighting skills of the Ravenstonians, in just a few rounds, Ouruba has learned the famous martial arts of the whole continent. The boy was like a hedgehog, and every thorn was tricky. As brave as Ouruba, he will not be able to gain the upper hand in such a complex and changeable offensive in a short period of time.

But a hedgehog is a hedgehog after all, and it may have the courage to braw its beard in front of a male lion, but this still can't close the gap between the two. It's not just Scolero, but Esher and Oruba know this very well. Eshyus's frequent changes of tactics increased the burden on his injured arm, and the sharp pain of the broken muscles tore at his arms, and his offensive inevitably weakened.

"It's over." Oruba's cold voice rang in his ears, and in the next second, his attack that was already at the end of his powerful crossbow was brutally torn apart by the sword fighter, and Eshu hurriedly pulled back, but Oruba's hands were already on his shoulders, twisting him to the ground.

Eshyu was still struggling, Oruba's knees were already pressing down on his chest, one hand was on his neck, the other hand was holding his cheek, and he could twist half of Eshy's head at any time if Oruba wanted to. Feeling the dangerous force of fangs on the back of his neck, Esher decisively gave up his resistance.

"Father......" Kiel looked at Marius, and stopped talking. The Emperor of the Empire, who had been smiling mysteriously on his face since the beginning, waved his hand and stood up. The auditorium suddenly fell silent, and the nobles listened attentively to the emperor's wishes: "The empire is so big, there is no shortage of talents. Since he refuses to be of use to me," he said in a cold tone, "if you kill it, you will kill it." ”

"Alas......" Calos sighed, "Scoleroru, let's go." But Scoleroru sat still, staring at somewhere in the field, as if he were facing a great enemy.

"Scoleroru? What's wrong? Keros followed Scoleru's gaze and found only a long-dead lion.

"Your Excellency," Scoleroru's tone was more solemn than ever, "be ready for battle. ”

"Marliu boy, you can kill if you say it, what a big breath!" Someone said in a loud voice disrespectfully.

"Who is it?"

"It's your grandfather's grandfather's grandfather!" Amid the exclamations of the crowd, the corpse of a lion smashed into the emperor's throne. A bearded man got up from the ground, ignored the embarrassed Marius, and strode towards Oruba. Feeling the sharpness of the man in front of him, Oruba subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword.

But he didn't have time to draw his sword, the pungent smell of wine came to his face, Oruba's eyes darkened, a big hand covered his face, and the man exerted his strength lightly, shaking Oruba away. He stretched out his hand and pulled Eshu up, his eyebrows wide open like a lion's. Eshua looked at the old drunkard who had taught him for ten years and solved his doubts, and only felt that the man in front of him was extremely strange. "Who are you?" He couldn't help but ask.

"I am Alaric, the 'noisy' of Sarion."

Pander has two Alaric and one is far away in Livingston, and is a member of Shendefu. The other is the nightmare that has endured for 200 years in the Kingdom of Sarion, and the place where this nightmare appears is usually accompanied by the smell of alcohol and a large number of drunken but powerful Sarion elites. No one knew the goal of this field army, and the only thing that was certain was that the first thing to suffer was the winery where they ransacked. They were untidy but their morale was high, and they used to surround Alfendor in the middle of the night, drinking and reveling outside the city. But just as the young Viscount Brenus led his troops out of the city, the drunkards laughed and scattered, leaving only a mess. At this time, the noisy people of Sarion looked at the iron-faced Brennus from afar, and laughed wildly: "A hundred years ago, the expression on your great-grandfather's face was like this! Three generations of your grandparents, what a deception! When Brenus raised his whip in rage, the Noiser and his drunkards were already singing "Brenluth, Warlike Ruth, Everyday Ruth, Dead Ruth" far away. After that, the drunkards spread the song not a song, and the poem not a simple rhyme of a poem, along with their wine, throughout the kingdom of Sarion.

In the Sarion dialect, Brennus means "wild, heroic", but in Pande, "Brennus" means "boar with elm head", as does "Brenluth". Later, this simple rhyme was learned by the other four countries at some point, and whenever Duke Brenus took command, this simple rhyme would surely resound on the battlefield.

It was not without a defeat of the drunkards, for both King Alfred and Osa had fought against this army and won without any suspense. And the evaluation of the combat power of the drunkard group by these two most legendary heroes in the Pande continent is also surprisingly consistent: a rabble. The subsequent drunkard regiment also stumbled along the way, and compared with the field army of the same period, their record can be called shabby. Ransacking wineries and playing drunken maniacs are of course good at it, but if it's marching - oh forget it, their appearance is not even as good as a phalanx of recruits. Most of the leaders of the field army are famous braves, and the best of them are at the top of the list of Pandehao Jie listed by the good deeds. The only exception was the Noisy One, who spent most of his time drinking with the drunks of the drunkards, and then one by one he drank the sturdy men to the point of red ears and red ears. A peasant once saw in the field a large group of drunkards from Saarion who slept like dead pigs, and in the midst of them a man was raising a jar of wine and drinking. But when the drunkards fail to charge in battle, the noisy ones tend to be the fastest. He didn't even feel ready to draw his weapon. If the amount of alcohol can be converted into force, he must even be able to beat Hercules, the number one powerhouse in the Western Sea. But it's a pity that there is no such if.

However, the drunkards still survived tenaciously in the Kingdom of Sarion, and the field army of the same period was either annihilated by King Ulrik II or recruited, but these drunken men still fought in the central plains, and it was not until ten years ago that the drunkards were surrounded and annihilated by the Duke of Alama, who was the marshal at the time, and Alaric disappeared. To this day, he appeared in the gladiatorial arena of Yanos, and his words were as sharp as wind and thunder, and the strongest sword fighter in the empire was also shocked back by his move!