> Star Wars: Alliance of the Guardians

"Really? Think they can take it? Codahill narrowed his eyes as he looked at the distant Death Arena and took an elegant sip of red wine.

"As an ally, I still hope to be able to become a Valkyrie, after all, becoming a Valkyrie can fulfill my wish." The third prince skillfully cut the steak and glanced at the background of the countess, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Kodashiel's expression froze, and he said coldly: "Ordinary people are looking at the ranking of the Death Gladiatorial Arena and the birth of the Yum Martial God, and the three princes are focused on political affairs, which really makes me admire it very much!" ”

"What if you can be Yum? What's so terrible about being a Valkyrie? As long as I can ascend to the throne and govern the country into a superpower, even the cyborgs in the arena will respect me. Professionals do professional things...... It's better. "The third prince may have hurt in order to win over Codahir or to make the countess submit, without hiding his motives at all.

"That's good, first congratulations to the third prince to become the emperor." With a smile on his face, Kodashir turned sideways and raised his glass towards the third prince.

At this time, in the death arena, the little raccoon took the steps of six relatives and did not recognize it, killing all sides inside, only beating those subhuman forces to the ground.

"Little raccoon! Isn't it subhuman! Chasing your own people to the death, what does it mean? The leaders of the subhumans who were watching the battle from the side humbly begged the little raccoon for advice. I didn't even dare to say half a dirty word, for fear that this little aunt and grandmother would let herself die miserably in the next moment.

"Subhuman? What is a subhuman? Is it tasty? The little raccoon turned sideways and looked at Qin Hao, and asked suspiciously.

"Can subhumans eat? Subhumans are of the same kind! A penguin on the Tiger King's side shouted at the top of his voice, "I still want to eat them!" Great rebellion! ”

"I see that the strength is weak, I don't bully, and I still gasp? Come and pull! Let's draw down! The little raccoon watched the little penguin wagging its wings and screamed, and couldn't help but hook its hands.

The little penguin, who had seen the rough attack of the little raccoon, was so frightened that he quickly shut up.

After this victory, almost all the strengths did not dare to end easily, and people finally learned about the metamorphosis of the pair of Qin Hao and Little Raccoon! What's even more infuriating is that the little raccoon has a cute and harmless expression, wantonly slashing and killing, the first three rows of the arena can't resist at all, and even the fourth row is a little timid.

There wasn't a single Vietnam War that afternoon! The thought that he couldn't get the bet and the other party's prize made the little raccoon pout tightly and be very unhappy.

Qin Hao thought of meeting Kedashir tonight, so he took the little raccoon around a few times early and added a few clothes. When night fell, the two arrived at the Earldom of Winton on time.

"Little raccoon!" Stranded in the Earldom of Wynton, Luo Li saw a little raccoon in a dress and bow tie, screamed, and took her to visit and finish cooking.

Qin Hao saw the smile on the little raccoon's face, and after Kodashir said several times that the place was safe, he allowed the little raccoon to follow.

Only Qin Hao and Kodashir were left in the meeting room of Nuoda.

The fireplace was blazing and the air was filled with the smell of agarwood.

Codashir poured Qin Hao a glass of red wine and asked straight to the point: "Your Excellency seems to have come to Death Arena City for the first time, before understanding the forces of the various parties, do you know why the Earls of Winlton only have titles and no territories?" ”

"No territory?" Qin Hao smacked the countess's words, and couldn't understand the meaning, and after a long time, he sighed heavily and asked, "This recipe."

Doesn't count? ”

"No," Codahill shook his head, "this is the residence I bought, and it has nothing to do with the Countess of Winton." ”

"Hiss......", Qin Hao gasped: "Is there never a countess?" ”

If it is the Count of Monte Cristo in another world, this is a bit dramatic, Qin Hao, out of politeness, did not say that he bought the title of countess or that Codashir was a liar.

"No, I'm a countess, but it's true that the countess of the kingdom. Moreover, the Countess of Winton was the name of a fief that once existed in the Aramaic Empire. Kodashiel stared at Qin Hao's expression and said slowly.

"Why, then, did the Countess tell me this?" Qin Hao's new life became alert and looked over here.

"Because he resembles one of my old friends," Kodashir gasped hard, "he is the last prince of the Syrian Empire." ”

Kodashir glanced at Qin Hao and slowly said: The Aran Empire is an extremely powerful country, but it has become weak because it has been constantly encroached upon by foreign countries, and it is even more because the people at home are miserable because of the continuous wars.

Until the war that lasted for more than ten years came to an end, the Aram Empire was left with only the last royal capital and the southern territory, a seaport city that could only be reached through enemy-occupied areas. In order to maintain her bloodline, the queen tricked the prince into taking refuge in the south, and even went into exile on other continents after the fall of Aram.

Qin Hao stared blankly at the memory ball in Kodashiel's hand, looked at the scenes that appeared on it, and bowed his head and was silent. A strange look came over us, as if all the senses had merged with the scene of the orb of memory.

Night, quietly. There are only a few bugs, whispering in the distance.

When the eastern sky floats a touch of fish belly white. The gates of the city opened with a "clang".

"Huh," two mercenaries with weapons on their backs walked out of the gate in front of them, chatting as they walked.

"It's really not going well, the Aram Empire is gone, the southern leader surrendered directly, and I didn't even see a single shell." The mercenary in leather armor and carrying a wide-backed tomahawk muttered as he walked ahead.

"Yes, we don't pay any commissions, but we have watched the reputation of the Aaran Empire, and we want to return to Falcon Castle without being ridiculed to death by the captain." Another mercenary, dressed in a blue cloak and carrying a bow and arrows, also began to complain.

"This southern lord, the lord is really not a thing. The Aramaran royal family is not thin on them, and they are still a royal family. In order to survive, he gave up thousands of miles of fertile land directly. Tens of thousands of lord troops and 10,000 mercenaries directly gave up resistance. It's aggrieved! The manly man with the tomahawk on his back shouted loudly.

"This Southern Lord is a soft egg! I heard that the Qilan Empire only came with 500 soldiers, and they were also ranger scouts. It's a fucking fight! The man with the bow and arrow on his back was also indignant, "Let Lao Tzu charge into battle to hunt the enemy, and there is no money to fight for Aram, and there is no money to give two less, and Lao Tzu will do it too!" ”

"Yes, after the emperor died in battle, it was all those damned dukes who brought down the whole of Alan! They are comfortable, and the whole empire is buried! What a good Eagle Cavalry, what a brave 1st Cavalry Division....." The mercenary with a tomahawk on his back couldn't go on talking, looking up at the sky.

"Well, there is also the impregnable first garrison division of the city, and the veterans are not dead! It can only wither! The big man with the bow and arrow on his back suddenly sobbed quietly.

"The queen died in battle, but fortunately, the prince escaped smoothly, and the recovery of the Yalan Empire is expected!" The mercenary with the tomahawk on his back immediately began to cry loudly.

The young prince lay on the hill, listening carefully to the conversation between the two men in the distance, and his heart was churning.

"If it's true, you can get two assistants. What if it's fake? Uncle isn't here—" The prince thought carefully, not daring to move.

"If we know where the prince is, I will follow him to the death!" by

The man with the bow and arrow said loudly and swore a poisonous oath, "If we do this to the Southern Lord, we will die and have no place to bury!" ”

"Now that we are expelled and penniless, we have the heart to join the prince to help him in great things! There is nothing to be done. Tears fell from the tears of the man with the tomahawk on his back.

"Yes, Prince! Where is the lord! I'm here to pick it up! The man with the bow suddenly opened his mouth and shouted.

"That's not right!" As soon as the prince wanted to go down and recognize him, a flash of inspiration suddenly hit his head, "I'm sure I've never met them, but they seem to know me, and they know that I'm nearby." The prince quickly recalled the two men, shook his head slightly, and denied that he had seen them.

"What are you howling! Could it be the remnants of Syria! Three cavalrymen quickly ran from the gate of the city in the distance, the leader of which was wearing the Qilan Empire's battle robe, and pointed his knight's spear at the two mercenaries.

"I don't want to talk to these soft eggs, I don't resist anymore, I'm very diligent when I change my robes!" The man with the tomahawk on his back danced the tomahawk and shouted loudly.

"Shoot the arrows!" The cavalry shoots arrows at the tomahawk men, and the archers are shot down by the tomahawks.

"Phew!" An arrow stabbed into the back of the tomahawk man, and the man fell to the ground.

And the mercenary man with a bow and arrow next to him shot while running. The arrow misses between the body shakes.

The cavalry captain urged his horse and stabbed the mercenary man with a knight's spear. The mercenary man ran two steps and fell to the ground.

The cavalry captain touched the two men with a knight's spear and said loudly: "The traitor has been destroyed!" Return! ”

With that, the three horsemen ran back.

"Huh? Warrior! It would be nice to join them sooner, at least not to die so tragically. The prince endured the uneasiness and turmoil in his heart, and whispered, regretting it very much.

The sun scorched the earth, with a scorching heat. After waiting for a quarter of an hour, I saw that the two mercenaries on the side of the road were still motionless. From a distance, it looks like it is stained with blood.

The little prince sat up on the hill, squatted and watched for a long time, and slowly stood up.

"Ouch!" His head was stung by a branch, and he couldn't help but snort softly. And the branches snapped and snapped. The little prince touched his head and looked at himself in a little surprise.

The demonized prince has hard demonic spikes on his head, shoulders, elbows, and knees, and a large area of red armor covering his body, and has a strong defense.

And the price that comes with this is that when the red armor turns white and ages, it will separate from the body, bringing more pain, like a knife cut.

His height had also risen by half, to the height of fifteen or sixteen years old, which was the height of a standard adult man in Aran.

In the end, the little prince overcame reason and quickly ran down the mountain.

Coming to the mercenary with the tomahawk on his back, with worry on his face, his arms gently shook the man, "Uncle, uncle, wake up." ”

The Tomahawk mercenary's eyes slowly opened, and the viciousness in the triangular eyes disappeared in the blink of an eye, and he asked in a low and hoarse voice: "I can't do it, don't worry about me." Who is it? ”

Although the prince with his head down felt that the mercenary's eyes were a little strange, his two hands touched the blood scab on the mercenary's back and couldn't help sobbing, and said in the same low and hoarse voice, "Uncle, I am the prince, I came to save me." ”

"Which prince? The prince of the Aramaic Empire? The mercenary's hand trembled and moved, touching the young prince's face.

"Uh-huh," the young prince nodded heavily with tears in his eyes.

"Prince! Let's wait so hard! The mercenary's voice suddenly raised, and at the same time his hands and feet moved. Rolled over from the ground and pressed against the prince.

"Phew!" The tomahawk mercenary spat out a stone in his mouth, strangled the prince's neck, and sneered at the young prince. "Fuck, little bastard, let Lao Tzu dry for so long a day, fucking fucking kill Lao Tzu!"