Chapter 25, if you hold the arrow, you are not afraid of trouble

Time seemed to stand still at this moment in Stironland Square, stopping at the moment when the nobleman of Solit, who held the title of viscount, fell to the ground, and at the same time stopped at the moment when Augustus shot the arrow.

Augustus, who had a faint smile on his face that looked very calm, but also looked peerlessly sharp, looked at Pompey and the others who were still standing in his area, just like a king when he inspected his own territory, his voice was calm but had the authority to bow down to everything, and said: "I'm sorry, I want the first place today!" ”

The Emperor of Heaven is on the verge of earth, who can not bow down to all things?

A momentum that overlooked the world suddenly filled the square. At this moment, Augustus unexpectedly burst out with a rare supreme kingly arrogance.

The same words feel completely different when spoken in a weak child and a strong person who has the power to bow down to all things. That shocking arrow had created a terrifying force for Augustus to deter Styrolan Square, and now he was the strongest. Noxus, which expounds the laws of natural survival to the extreme, is an irrefutable truth if the words of the strong are the law of the strong.

Worthy of being the heir of the Gnaeus family, who once controlled the Alder City family, although Pompey's face was a little pale, he still had a bright and sunny smile on his face, compared to the pale faces of Toquill, Isaac, Zhang Tianzuo, and Maude, who lived underneath, the complicated look set off Pompey's surprise in danger.

Facing Augustus, who was a little unfamiliar in front of him, Pompey had a smile on his face that was always bright and sunny, but his heart was also very complicated. Augustus's counterattack was unexpected by him, according to Pompey's original script, Augustus was just a pawn in the game of the six nobles on their field, but today's chess piece has a bit of an anti-guest meaning.

Forcibly suppressing the complexity in his heart, Pompey said with a little worry on his face: "Augustus, although I would like to congratulate you on defeating Baron Eisen, one of the two most famous swordsmanship geniuses in Alder City, but the Mark family will not show mercy to civilians who dare to harm the excellent heirs of the family!" What's more, dear Viscount Orit's swordsmanship is only stronger than Solit's. Then you have to be careful. ”

With a few words, he put himself out of the matter, and also provoked new and old hatreds between Augustus and the Mark family, which is really worthy of being the excellent heir who can revitalize the family in a hundred years. Perhaps in the coming decades, it will be the politicians behind the storm that has toppled the Noxian Empire.

It's just a pity that he is not facing a commoner who doesn't know everything, nor is he a teenager whose mind is only fifteen or sixteen years old, how Augustus, who has been crawling in the red dust for more than forty years in his past and present life, can't see through the delicate poisonous mask on the face of this hypocritical aristocrat, he smiled coldly, with a thick disdain in his smile, just like just watching a ridiculous burlesque performance of a clown who was not very brilliant but the clown still thought he was perfect.

Augustus drew a long arrow from his back and bent his bow to aim! Again, in one go. This time, Augustus's target was not Orit, the best heir of the Flavi family, the first family of the city, with whom he had formed a big beam, but Pompey, who pretended to be innocent and provoked trouble, with a hint of evil on his face, he looked at Pompey who was targeted by Augustus with a bright smile, and there was obviously a little panic in his eyes, and paused, the corners of Augustus's mouth hooked a slight arc, like a cat and mouse, playing with the playful smile of the mouse who was trying to escape. Smiling in a voice of absolute confidence and determination, he said, "I know that if I hold the arrow, I will be in trouble, but once I hold the arrow." You won't be afraid of trouble. Venerable young master of the Gnieus family, didn't your family tell you not to provoke or accept the provocation of the common people easily? Just stomp to death in the face of your resentful civilians, and never leave any trouble! ”

"Huh. It's just a pity that today you are left in trouble! Venerable Young Master Pompey, I'll give you a chance. Now that you leave Stironplatz at once, then I will never shoot arrows, or else don't blame the lowly civilians for doing some unpredictable impulsive thing! ”

The smile on his face became brighter and brighter, but his voice became more and more indifferent, as if the Nine Heavens would fall on the water of the glacier that had been frozen in the heavenly river of the goddess of ice for thousands of years, and sprinkled it down.

This kind of cold and bitter feeling, not only Pompey felt it, but even many people standing in the square already felt the cold breath of the cold and bitter of the sen.

Augustus is really going to fight against the nobles! Looking at Augustus's wild figure with a bow and arrows, the recruits in the square had a thick mockery, playfulness, and a hint of adoration that they themselves did not dare to admit.

The nobles on the high platform were all pale, staring at Augustus's unscrupulous back. If the eyes could kill, Augustus would have been torn to powder and died thousands of times.

There is a rule in Noxus that is not expressed in any words: no matter how powerful a commoner is, never provoke the nobles, otherwise the end will be ten times more bitter than the pleasure of provoking the nobles, or even a thousand times.

At this moment, isn't Augustus trampling on the pride of the nobility and provoking the nobility? But Augustus's provocation, the nobles who could devour Augustus with a hand casually stretched out on the high platform had no room for salvation.

Augustus had the consciousness of being the protagonist, ignoring the complicated gaze of tens of thousands of people, he looked at Pompey who was a little hesitant with a smile, and whispered in his mouth: "One, two, three!" ”

Every time it falls, it is more thrilling than a boulder falling from the sky. Everyone wondered if Augustus would shoot his sword. Including Pompey facing arrows.

Pompey stood about forty meters away from Augustus, holding a spear once used by a prominent knight of the second generation of the family. He had seen the speed at which Augustus' arrow was fired, and he was not sure that he would be able to take it, but in the face of family honor, Pompey seemed to have no reason to end.

After counting three words, Pompey had not yet stepped out of the square, his eyes hung with the unshakable determination of the huge mountain, and he rushed forward and stabbed Augustus with a spear.

Augustus grinned, and in a voice that he could only hear, he whispered, "What a clever nobleman! ”

The hand holding the arrow loosened.

"Po!!"

In tens of thousands of pairs of suspicious eyes, Augustus shot arrows.

The arrow was as fast as thunder, as swift as the wind, and in the blink of an eye it came to Pompey's chest.

Bang, a huge force hit the barrel of the gun, in an instant, Pompey's body shook violently, he felt as if he was hit by a raging bison with full horsepower, both hands pressed the spear to make a slight resistance, and was immediately suppressed by the force on the arrow, and then the arrow against Pompey's chest with a strong impact force instantly took Pompey out of a distance of five or six meters.

Fall to the ground, dust billowing down.

A mouthful of fresh blood fell on a piece of marble in the already bloody square.

Shock, consternation, horror.

At this moment, there are hardly any words to describe the psychology of the people who were present and saw this scene.

"Another nobleman!" This sentence quietly appeared in the hearts of many civilians. If it is reluctantly said that Augustus's first shot was an unintentional mistake, then the second crisp shot would be considered a provocation, and a violent provocation that no power could stop, no matter how much it was disguised.

"Crazy, crazy!"

Quite a few people muttered to themselves that they already thought that Augustus was crazy.

Is a win really that important? Looking at the aristocrats with gloomy faces on the high platform, many recruits asked themselves secretly.

"What? Didn't expect this to be the result? Sweeping past Ergart, who was a little dull-eyed, Svein, who had always been known for his old-fashioned calmness, looked at Ergart with a faint smile on his face.

Ergarte glanced at the nobles behind him who didn't know how much resentment and anger they had hidden under their gloomy faces, wiped the sweat on their foreheads, and said with a little wry smile: "I thought that Augustus would definitely not sit still and definitely make a move, but I didn't expect his shot to be so ruthless, and even had the feeling of rampage, crushing the aristocratic dignity world that the nobleman had spent countless years building!" Saying this, Urgat deliberately lowered his voice, with a hint of joy in his tone, and said with a smile: "This group of guys who have always maintained the elegance of hypocrisy and aristocracy should be taught a lesson. ”

With a faint smile on his face, Svein looked at Augustus, who was looking indifferent, like a king scanning the eyes of his people, and whispered to himself: "If this is not the case, how can Augustus be the next Imperial God of War Darius?" ”

Bowing his head, Svein said to himself, "If you hold the arrow, you are not afraid of trouble, but don't you just throw all the trouble to us?" What a cunning guy! (To be continued.) )