319 belongs to Freeman today
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Gordon glanced at the corpses of the two cyclops that had been transported by the golden dragon, and now the wounds on their bodies seemed familiar, they should be the two cyclops that Renus and the four of them had killed together in the fortress of Sevato. He didn't expect that Grand Duke Antello would actually save these two corpses and use them in today's celebration meeting.
The most frightening thing about the tundra orc army that invaded the south this time was its high number of 100,000. In addition, it is the fierce and terrifying cyclops in the opposing army.
A few days ago, every day there was news that fortresses large and small were easily breached by the orc army. And without exception, it was the most powerful biological weapon in the orc army that played the greatest role in siege warfare: the demon one-eyed.
Those huge creatures that are more than ten meters tall and can easily break through strong and high walls, and even have a flash of red light in their eyes, can make people lose their will to fight, are undoubtedly the biggest nightmare in the eyes of human soldiers.
Every soldier who retreated to High Rock Castle and experienced painful defeat and panicked fleeing would tell others with a look of trepidation how powerful, fierce, and invincible those big monsters with only one eye were.
Everyone in High Rock, from nobles to commoners, from officers to soldiers, was worried about what they would do with the Cyclops if an army of orcs came to the city one day. The walls and fortresses of High Rock City can withstand the attacks of those giants.
And now, this question, which hangs over people's minds like a thick cloud, has an answer.
The eloquent host, who was spitting at each other, appeared in the square with these two terrifying huge corpses. I couldn't help but be stunned. He couldn't help but glance back at Rob, who was sitting in the Grand Duke's seat. Antelo. Because no one had told him beforehand, there would be four golden dragons to bring such a rare trophy.
However, this host is worthy of experiencing a big scene, and he reacted quickly. Organize the language a little, and then say impassionedly: "Citizens, look! The orcs see the cyclops as a totemic symbol and the embodiment of Geush! The greatest weapon in the hands of that ambitious orc warlord! In front of our Ferreton strong ** division, he is still as fragile as a chicken! β
After the host finished speaking, there was a sudden pause. Because someone is using a teleportation spell to quietly tell him the origin of the corpses of the two cyclops.
He complained about Archduke Antelo's behavior of hiding himself. But I have to admit it. This "surprise" was very effective and brought a great psychological impact to everyone in the square.
"In the defense of the fortress of Sevato, the cavalry regiment of the Knights of Drington fought valiantly. Admirable. And even more exciting is our Baron Gordon. He commanded the massive Steel Golem, and with the cooperation of four powerful warriors from the Platinum Temple and the Temple of Dawn, he slew the two Cyclops who were trying to invade the fortress one after another. Greatly stifled the arrogance of the enemy. In front of the cutting-edge arcane of our Ferettonians. Those stupid orcs, there is no chance of winning at all! With the protection of this Black Titan, High Rock is bound to become a huge graveyard for burying the orc army! β
With the host's impassioned words, Gordon instructed the Black Titan to take a step and walk to the Cyclops' corpse.
The heavy footsteps of the Iron Giant trampled on the ground of the square, and his dull and deep voice struck the hearts of every audience member as if it were substance.
The men and women who were still cheering feverishly for the vanguard cavalry of the Wintertalon Legion, screaming for the personable Drington Knights. At this point, it was as if they had been cast a silence spell, and they didn't say a word. With an expression of shock and awe, he looked up at the invincible iron giant, as if the believers were worshipping their gods.
The whole square was silent.
Gordon held the black titan up with one foot and stepped on top of the cyclops' corpse, striking a victor's pose. After giving way, he let his golem slam his chest twice.
While...... While......
The loud sound of the metal crash was like a victory bell heralding the victory of mankind over the enemy, as thick as a mountain, as vast as the tide of the sea, echoing in the wide and solemn Platinum Square, echoing in everyone's heart.
The black titan standing on the earth in the cold wind is like an eternal totem, deeply imprinted in the hearts of the soldiers and civilians of High Rock City.
"With you, Lord Freeman, we will be invincible!" Suddenly, a roar rang out from the quiet crowd.
"Yes, we will be invincible!" Someone then shouted.
The host on the rostrum keenly seized this opportunity and immediately shouted: "Then, the people of the dragon god and the people of Ferreton are the patron saints of High Rock City, our Gordon. Baron Freeman, rejoice to this genius mage! β
"Freeman!"
"Freeman!"
"Freeman!"
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In the face of this tsunami composed of shouts of his surname, Gordon seemed very helpless. He originally just wanted to follow Rob. Grand Duke Antelo's instructions to demonstrate the power of the Black Titan and build up confidence in the victory over the orc army among the soldiers and civilians of High Rock. Who knew that in the end, it turned into a cult of personality for himself.
He has no plans to be a big star.
However, it is not reasonable to respond to the enthusiasm of the masses without making a little statement now. So Gordon waved to the audience with a little embarrassment, and at the same time casually made a trick.
The shimmering arcane energy flew into the sky above the square, bloomed, and then formed a portrait of the platinum dragon god Bahamut, with a line of words underneath: Blessed by the dragon god, the people of Feretton will march forward bravely and invincible.
This is a quote from the original Emperor Ferreton quoted by Gordon, and at this moment, it could not be more appropriate.
"Behold, to be able to perform such magical arcane arts, Lord Freeman is indeed a powerful mage!"
"Rob. Archduke Antelo was also a mage, and certainly more powerful than Lord Freeman. With such powerful mages as our backing, we will be able to defeat the orcs who have only brute strength. β
"Long live Freeman!"
"Long live Archduke Antelo!"
"Long live Bahamut!"
Listening to the crowd around her constantly shouting the names of her enemies in a frenzied tone, Efran almost crushed her silver teeth.
Freeman...... Gordon. Freeman ...... "Look at the black mage on the podium." She didn't know her enemy's true name until now.
This feeling of being fooled burned away like a fire in my heart.
And what's even more uncomfortable is that. His enemy was in the limelight in front of him, receiving the cheers of thousands of people, and even overshadowing the light of Drington just now.
Eflan's anger and hatred grew stronger, and she looked around, wishing to kill all the untouchables who had been cheering for Drington a moment before, but were now shouting the name of "Freeman".
Suddenly, the Eisenstein mage appeared. Beside Yankee, the little black girl who was unimpressed when Derington stood on the rostrum just now, but at this time she stared intently at Gordon standing on the stage. Freeman. His face was full of a bright smile of pride and pride.
The beautiful smile that bloomed from the heart made Evelan, who boasted that her beauty was not inferior to anyone, very jealous.
The female mage couldn't help but mock: "Little girl, you really don't look at men's eyes very well. Can't you see it. Is the mage on the stage who pretends to be just a villain with nothing to show for himself? β
Even if she had a good temper and was provoked by Evelan's repeated remarks, Xie Ona couldn't help it. She glanced at the female mage coldly: "This eldest lady from the Eisenstein family, maybe you think that the bloodline of the Eisenstein family is noble, and your younger brother Drington is the best man in the world." But in my eyes, none of this is worth anything. My brother Gordon. Freeman, a thousand times better than that vain knight. β
Xie Ona paused. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the corners of her lips curled slightlyβan expression she had learned from Gordon. At the assembly of nobles. Every time the girl saw Gordon show such a subtle change in expression, and then dismissed the enemy into a dumbfounded, she felt that her brother was too handsome, so unconsciously, she learned it.
"Do you hear the cheers of the crowd around you? They chanted 'Freeman', not 'Eisenstein'. In today's city, glory belongs to Freeman! And in the future, in Ferreyton, the surname Freeman will also be more and more Eisenstein! β
"Arrogant girl, I don't know how thick the sky is." Efran snorted faintly. After learning that the girl in front of her was the enemy's sister, she really wanted to kill her immediately, so that Gordon could taste the pain of losing her loved ones. But she didn't dare to do it. Moreover, in the face of Xie Ona's words, she couldn't refute it for a while-because the crowd around her was irrefutable evidence.
"Yankee, let's go!"
Efran flicked his robe and turned to leave. Originally, I came to Platinum Plaza today to enjoy the infinite scenery of my beloved brother, accept the scene of everyone's cheers, and take a break by the way. Who knew that in the end, it was actually her enemy who was in the limelight, which made her jealous and hateful.
Efran was afraid that she would go crazy any longer.
And Drington, who was sitting on the rostrum, had a gloomy face at this time, and he had long lost the proud appearance of being elegant and calm, calmly accepting praise and attention. He looked at Gordon's back, his palms clenched, almost crushing the armrests of his seat.
Although he still maintained his composure on the surface, the glorious moment that belonged to him was stolen by Gordon, which made the hatred in Drington's heart expand rapidly like a storm cyclone.
Gordon didn't know about Drington's change of mood. Or rather, even if he knew, he wouldn't take it seriously. Seeing that the time was almost up, he retreated to his place and gave up his last moments to the most important person: Rob. Grand Duke Antelo.
Rob, holding the platinum scepter and standing on the podium as the lord of the Northlands. Antello has a momentum of intimidation. The originally noisy square suddenly quieted down.
Almost all the audience held their breath and waited for him to speak.
"Citizens of Ferreton, believers of Bahamut! Not long ago, on the day of the Dragon God's Blessing, a day that should have been spent happily and well-being, a great earthquake caused by the cultists destroyed the Great Wall of Anduin. And by the orc warlord Ugru. The army led by Iron Claw also took the opportunity to cross the defense line of the Great Wall and invade our homeland. What should we do when the Great Wall on which we have relied for so long has collapsed? Surrender and become a slave and food for the orcs? Or run away, searing cowardice and shame into your life? No! We must not do that! If the Great Wall falls, then use your sword and chest to build a new one! (To be continued......)