The appearance of Chen Mu made many players scratch their heads, they couldn't figure out how this guy got in, and they all reported with complicated eyes, jealousy, doubt, disdain, and surprise, but there was no appreciation and encouragement. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Many people think that he is just a lucky person, who can directly win the most solemn royal competition with the so-called "God of War" Quinlan.

In fact, Chen Mu is also quite embarrassed, when it comes to the sense of disobedience, he is the person who has the most right to speak, whether it is the awkward aura exuded by the assassin Hassan from time to time, or the last one to be introduced and ignored by the fanatical audience, as well as the complicated sacrificial costumes, and his own embarrassing positioning.

Counterfeit Divine Stick Sacrifice ......

If he wins the victory, Chen Mu will stand up and sing praises for the emperor, and if he is defeated, he will definitely be the first target of ridicule and humiliation by the enemy, and it is possible to be cut into a puddle of flesh in front of thousands of people.

After all, this pre-imperial contest is a war of faith, a contest between the imperial power and the nobility, and there is no mercy and respect at all.

"Although I have already made sufficient mental preparations, I am still a little unhappy...... Chen Mu glanced at Sir Marcus, who was wiping his sweat, and secretly scolded himself. As the emperor's agent pushed to the front of the stage, Sir Marcus was also walking on thin ice, very slippery, and at the dinner Chen Mu tried his best to talk about the game, as long as he talked about the game, he preached honor, reward, and the emperor's generosity, and never said what would happen if he failed.

Chen Mu would not be naïve to think that the emperor himself would not prepare for the worst.

You know, the Senate has been brewing for this day for a long time, and as a well-known powerhouse in Rome, Quinlan will definitely find someone who can match them, so they dare to invite battle, how can they easily underestimate it?

If the war is defeated, the emperor will need a scapegoat with a black cauldron, and it will definitely be difficult to escape the responsibility as Chen Mu.

But until now, Sir Marcus still hasn't confessed the worst consequences to Chen Mu, even the slightest hint of the outcome after the defeat. Although Chen Mu had to complain a few words in his heart about NPC's behavior, as a professional gamer, he was too lazy to take it seriously.

Concentrate on the next battle, it's the right thing to do.

Even if he loses, it won't have much impact, he patted his ass and went offline to change copies, which was insignificant.

"I have wagered 500 silver coins in your name on the sidelines, and the reward will be yours ......," Sir Marcus added before leaving, "Tonight, I will set up a banquet at the palace, and Your Majesty will also be present to welcome a few of you on your triumphant return." ”

On the other side, the participating teams led by the agents of the Senate also appeared.

A paladin wearing silver armor of dogma and precepts, and a pure white cross cloak.

A one-eyed spearman who is not amazing in appearance but full of confidence, his eyes are fierce and fierce, and he is murderous.

Shrouded in pitch-black armor, a few wisps of black flame occasionally spilled out of the gaps, and the weapon was a swordsman with a dark purple rune heavy sword.

Finally, the finale was the Berserker, dressed similarly to Quinlan, except that his hooded cloak was a dark red color of blood, his aura was extremely tyrannical, and he dragged a heavy bone spur blade, which was a cut above his entire body, and made a tooth-aching muffled sound, creating a deep furrow in the ground.

"Long time no see, ...... Quinlan" The berserker stopped, raised his head, his eyes were implied with fanaticism and obedience, and stabbed directly at the expressionless Quinlan, and suddenly said in a joking tone like an old friend meeting.

"Ragnar....." Quinlan's body trembled violently, and he spat out three words stiffly.

Chen Mu looked at the two of them and couldn't help but be curious.

The Berserker's appearance under the hood is similar to that of Quinlan, with pale skin covered in a layer of blue-gray, hideous, twisted facial features, and an iron mask, which may be more disfiguring than the latter. Chen Mu's first impression was that he was not easy to mess with.

Quinlan took off the bone sword with a solemn expression, and an inexplicable flame ignited in Gujing Wubo's eyes.

With the introduction of the enemy's recommenders one by one, Chen Mu's questions did not last long, and at the same time, they became more and more shocked.

The first is Brienne, a female wandering knight who has been called by the Holy Spirit to volunteer to join the Christians, who once cleansed a village of infidels on her own, including the vicious Gypsy witches. The second spearman was Anthony, a famous walrus hunter from the eastern shore of the Aegean Sea, who is also rumored to have assassinated a three-headed sea dragon and bathed in dragon blood, blinding his left eye in the fierce fight.

The third black-armored swordsman, named Ovid, the betrayer Ovid, was born in the famous family of Starfall City, known as the first swordsman in Western Europe, he had the blood of the Christians on his hands, and he was heinous and cursed. Now, with repentance, I want to fight for God in front of the palace, wash away my sins, and atone for my sins.

As for the last berserker, Ragnar, he is even more legendary, a savage Viking leader and a vicious robber emperor. When he was attacked by him on the return of the Roman expedition, Quinlan led his army to attack, and the two met in front of the battle, and Quinlan won a hard-fought battle with the advantage of blood, and beheaded him.

But Ragnar was resurrected, he stood alive in front of him, and he had the exact same bloodline as Qumran, and the aura of the same kind made the true flame of revenge in Qumran rise suddenly.

"I know you're a half-breed mongrel, and he's not happy with you......" Ragnar's voice was low, with a strange resonance of tremors, and he tilted his head and looked at Quinlan playfully: "So he asked me to get rid of you, Quinlan, this kind of power is originally superior to humans, and you will actually prostrate at the feet of a mere human, and have a close and favorable feeling for humans......"

"It's so sad!!"

Qumran leaned over and grabbed a handful of dirt and sprinkled it along his fingers: "He's still in Rome?" ”

"No comment." Ragnar smiled whimsily.

Qumran raised his bone sword.

Ragnar pretended to be horrified, and then sneered in a strange way: "Oh, your sword has silver on it, tsk, but I won't be afraid of ......"

"I am a dead man, resurrected from the sarcophagus by the magic of the King of Light and the Blood Ancestor, and mortal weapons are useless to me. Although I will only live for forty days, I will kill you and your poor companion, the Emperor, and bury them all for me!! ”

Rumble!

As soon as the words fell.

The Great War broke out.

A ball of energy burst out from Quinlan's feet, and lightning shot out, holding the bone sword back, and brazenly facing Ragnar.

The two immediately launched a dizzying confrontation, the speed was extremely fast, and Ragnar's heavy bone blade was not inferior to Quinlan's light bone sword in terms of the frequency of changing moves, but it was even better in momentum, and Quinlan had to rely on his movement skills to avoid his edge.

The battle was instantly heated up.

The remaining six were also ready to move, each examining their opponent.

Hassan took the initiative to find the female paladin, and when her body moved, she took an exaggerated pose, which was eye-catching, but also invisibly concealed his deadly weapon. At least visually, Chen Mu couldn't tell what he would do next, and at what speed and angle he would deliver the killer moves.

Ovid the Betrayer, hunched over, his face hanging from the ground, not moving, as if he was unaffected, still suppressing the pain in his body.

Robin the Bard pulled the arrow and aimed it at the hole in his armor, but as soon as the arrow got close, it was grabbed by the prophetic Ovid, and after a roar full of reluctance and resentment, Ovid turned into a thick black flame afterimage and galloped towards Robin.

Thereupon.

Chen Mu automatically confronted the dragon slayer spearman, Anthony.

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