Susar Yankuai

The Royal Court.

In the depths of the palace at night, there was a sound of weapons colliding in the open environment, crisp and pleasant.

"Bang"

There was a final chaotic block movement, and then the temple fell silent.

“…… Sister, I'm tired. ”

This is a classical training ground, brick by brick is full of historical atmosphere, simple and heavy. The training ground is surrounded by neatly sized magic diamonds, each one emitting light.

At this time, on the field, a little boy in a tight sword suit was lying on his back on the ground, the sword in his hand had fallen beside him, and he was soaked in sweat.

The boy, who was only about seven or eight years old, had pure blue eyes full of pleading, looked at another woman in a sword suit in front of him, and gasped: "Sister, let's stop here today." ”

"No way!"

The woman flatly refused, the moonlight and the glow of the magic diamond reflecting her heroic, cold face.

"Freel, remember, you are the king of Cormier, the heir of the House of Obeskel, the true ruler of this fertile land."

"In the realm of the forest kingdom, their king should not show cowardice. In the eyes of the people, the king of Cormier will always be the most powerful. Freel, you have to work towards that......"

"But...... Sister, I'm really tired and tired. The boy picked up his sword, tried to get up, and after staggering, sat down again.

"I really can't."

The boy, whom the woman called the king of Cormier, had an aggrieved expression on his face that was about to cry, and his big blue eyes were full of tears, but they did not fall.

"That's all it takes......"

The cold expression of the woman in the sword suit gradually softened, and finally she sighed helplessly and put the fine iron long sword used in training back into the weapon rack.

Call.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief at the woman who turned around, and stuck out his tongue lightly and grimaced, who knew that when the woman was swinging the sword, he continued to say indifferently: "Freel, I will test you tomorrow morning." Let me see your swordsmanship results this month. I don't want you to be the worst of the Orbeskel heirs. ”

"Ah......h

Freel couldn't help but exclaim, "Detection? Sister, I just learned this royal swordsmanship at the beginning of the month, and I'm just getting started......"

His voice grew lower. Because my sister turned around and was staring at him with stern eyes.

The shadows of the palace guards could be faintly seen in the palace corridor outside the training ground, but they remained motionless, as if they were dead, and did not disturb the two venerable siblings.

Whether it's an aboriginal or a player. Anyone who has lived and ventured in Cormier has probably heard of this sibling.

Freel. Oxbel.

Cormier's new monarch, the youngest son left by the late King Azeen IV, and now assisted by this new monarch is his sister, the Iron Princess Yarousel.

"Boom"

An explosion was heard from the dock far away from the royal court.

There was a slight tremor on the ground, and the large bronze bell hanging from the palace bell tower reverberated in the silence of the night.

"Cannonballs!"

The Iron Princess, who was still looking at the new monarch Friel, turned her head in an instant and looked at the dock in the south of the city. He muttered, "Are those Drevens finally coming!" ”

"Filina, gather the ministers and go to the royal court to discuss the matter!"

Yalusel said to the darkness of the training ground, and a dozen paces away a female guard officer in light armor slowly walked out, leaning over to take the order.

"Freel, let's go, let's go back to the bedroom and change clothes first."

The Iron Princess took Freel's little hand, and the siblings drifted apart in the night.

The movement of the docks awakened the royal court.

At the same time, the Royal Mage Association and the headquarters of the Purple Dragon Legion also had people looking at the docks in the firelight.

Purple Dragon Legion.

On the watchtower of the castle. The supreme leader of the Purple Dragon Legion, Shavar, was lame and dark-skinned with the other. Old men with gray hair stood side by side.

The night wind blew the long tassels on the cloak and helmet of the High Marshal Shavar.

"Here ......

Shavar placed a palm on the tower's cold battlements, his eyes blazing like torches, flashing with rage and cold murder.

"Old friend, this is just a tentative attack."

The old man patted the Supreme Marshal on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You don't need the Purple Dragon Legion and the City Guards to take action, the Holy Presence will also clean up this group of pirates for you." ”

"I think you really need to worry about that. It is an evil believer in the city. ”

This old man is the missing hero of the Sunset Fishing Village, Olthos. However, compared to when Charles met him a month ago, the old sword master's back was even more rickety, and his complexion was not quite right, as if he had been injured in the battle, and the ancient sword was taken away, which had a great impact on him.

After all, the weapon of the Sword Master can be regarded as an extension of the life of the Sword Master, and it is poured into Olthos' life's work.

"I know."

"Even if there are three or four thousand pirates, they are only a rabble."

Shavar said in a deep voice: "Olthos, I have found out that the one who attacked you on the shores of Pterodactyl Lake was the leader of the island of Drevan, a hero-level terrifying captain. ”

"There's another Transfiguration Warlock who has infiltrated the Great Nobles, and I can't pinpoint which nobleman he has replaced."

"What's more...... These two people are working hard for the resurrection of the Holy Church...... They made a special trip to snatch your Ancient Sword, probably in preparation for a grand dark ceremony......"

Olthos was silent for a moment, and then asked suspiciously, "Since we already know that it is Bane's church who is behind the conspiracy, why do you ......?"

"It's useless."

"After the departure of the former king, Susal has long been infiltrated into a sieve by various dark forces. This information was discovered by the cooperation of our Purple Dragon Legion and the battle mages of the Royal Mage Association, and the legendary Kaladenay also knew about the situation, and even performed a prophecy ritual on it, but Kaladenay saw nothing but the mist......"

The voice and expression of the High Marshal Shavar were full of solemnity.

"It seems that the Church of Bane has placed a heavy army in Susar, and there may be other dark forces working together." Olthos' tone was more flat.

"So...... Orthos, you have to help me, help Cormier. Shavar turned his head and stared at the old swordmaster.

"Me?"

Olthos' expression was bitter, "If I hold the Nether Legend Ancient Sword, I can barely be considered a heroic professional...... But now that I have lost my sword, is the Juggernaut still called the Juggernaut without weapons? ”

"Olthoth, our dragon slaying squad. Now you are the only one living in seclusion in Cormier, and the others are nowhere to be found. Of course, Prisra is gone, and I think you should be relieved after all these years. Shava said.

"Prisla?" Olthos smiled wistfully. Thinking of the female priest of the Dragon Slayer Squad, her tone and expression softened slightly, "She can really sleep peacefully." I have gifted her martial arts book to a Coming priest with extraordinary potential, believing that priest can climb to the top of the Iron Stream Master. ”

"Pastor of the Holy Adventists?"

Shava's brow furrowed, and his voice of confusion echoed in the tower wind. "I went to Kaladneh the other day, and he also said that he had given the keys to the Temple of the Crown to a Coming priest......"

"Is it the same person? I remember Caladenay saying his name...... Shire? ”

"The same person."

Orthos was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud behind the battlements, and said, "I believe that even the legendary Karadenai has a crush on him, and I believe that he will not disappoint me." ”

"If I have the chance, I would also like to meet the Holy Presence who has been favored by His Excellency Kaladnay and my old friends." The Supreme Marshal of the Purple Dragon Legion also laughed.

The pier in the firelight didn't seem to make the two nervous and worried.

As Shavar said, the powerful Draven pirates are actually just a cover to attract Cormier's attention, not enough to make the high-level combat force face it.

They really need to worry about it. It is a dark force that hides large and small in the Susar region.

There may be several heroic professionals inside, and even traces of legends.

A few heroic professionals or a legend can bring a catastrophe to Susar.

……

"Boom"

"Boom"

The Susar pier was filled with deafening shells.

The weather is still sunny tonight, and through the moonlight, it is not difficult to see dozens of large warships lined up on the sea from the pier. Mortars and a dozen broadside guns on the decks of each warship were spewing sparks, raining black bullets on the docks on the shore.

At the same time, the dock defense fortress also carried out a rain of bullets counterattack against the fleet.

"Kill—"

A number of small transport ships docked one after another under artillery fire, and at least hundreds of Dreven pirates rushed ashore, all with hideous expressions. Wielding a scimitar or wielding a spear, they will fight with the player and a small group of City Guards.

"--[Fireball Technique]!"

The human warlock Anya casts a three-ring group spell on a transport ship that has just docked, and the pirates on board who have not yet landed on board. Immediately bombed and screamed.

"[Natural Transformation]!"

"Giant Eagle!"

The elven druid winged wind ran on the docks, first calling out a giant eagle animal companion, and then using his druid transformation ability, he transformed into a giant eagle, overlapping with his animal companion and flying in the sky, swooping down from time to time at the Dreven pirates in the crowd. Talons and hawksbills can tear bloody wounds directly at pirates.

[Holy Strike]!

Long Yan's two-handed greatsword was filled with divine light, and he slashed at several Dreven pirates who rushed towards him, and a large number of critical damage values suddenly appeared.

"Look at me!"

'Hellfire Method' Zhang Ze was not to be left behind, quickly raised the twisted wooden staff, and threw out a [Wind Wall Technique] with a smile.

Suddenly, a wall of wind condensed in front of the group, and the arrows, stones, and hidden weapons fired by the island archers crashed into the wall of wind, either deflecting and turning, or losing their power and falling to the ground.

Next was An Ying and Qi Guangming's attack.

Both men were warriors, but judging by the characteristics of their attacks, they did not go in different directions.

Qi Guangming is the kind of character who doesn't want to die and focuses on attacking, and the Sword Master may be his future advancement direction.

Although An Ying's attacks also have a strong ruthless style, they are not devoid of delicacy. If Charles were here, after a closer look, he would feel that she was suitable for advanced classes that combined magic and martial arts, such as spell swordsman and sword mage. (To be continued.) )xh118