In the afternoon, light snow fell in the sky over Kingsland.

The open fields outside the city were soon covered with a layer of white, covered with blood from the recent battle. In the bitter cold wind, the Dragonborn army assembled three miles away from the West Gate, and tens of thousands of centaurs and transcendents walked on the thin snow, lined up in a queue formation that stretched for several miles, looking at the enemies on the city wall.

Whining......

Melodious trumpets sounded from the city, and the tall gates opened.

A vigorous green deer came out, its body was taller than a war horse, its head was more than three meters high from the ground, and a pair of huge antlers grew on the top, like a tree branch stretching out on both sides, disproportionate to the body. Its skin is pale blue, faintly flowing with the light of the moving wind element, its four hooves are windy, its feet are light, and its graceful form surrounds the air current, looming, as if it can blend into the wind and fly into the sky.

This giant deer carried a giant man on its back.

He was wearing thick armor, a brown cloak behind his back, no helmet, his face was very clean, his black hair was long draped behind his head, he had a black hard beard around his mouth, thick eyebrows and big eyes, his blue eyes were clear, his demeanor was majestic and a little friendly, and he was very rich in the mature charm of a middle-aged man.

Marc Lauberdier and his mount Psychronic Stag.

"He's the only one coming out?"

Wren and Emilys in the Dragonborn Army were a little surprised, watching Markk ride a huge green deer and run out of the city gate.

The legendary mid-tier Spirit Wind Stag is extremely fast, and its hooves step on the snow without leaving any footprints.

It ran to a halt in the snow between the walls and the Dragonborn, the gates behind it slowly shut, and no one came out.

"He's Marker. Emily confirmed.

Duke Fischer, Prince Morth, Astan and others have all been in contact with Marc many times, and even fought each other, so they can determine the identity of the other party, and it is not someone else's fake.

They looked at Wren, only to find that Wren was looking at Marc a little distracted, as if he had seen something incredible, and he was stunned.

"Wren?" Amily reminded softly.

Wren came back to his senses and looked at a spot not far away. There were the two Speakers, Cadegar and Cleos, who had vanished into stealth and teleported into Kingsland.

On the surface, the two Speakers were still standing beside them, but they were only disguised by the Scaly Guards with spells.

"I went. ”

Wren spoke.

Borch appeared in the true form of a golden dragon, three dragon heads of different colors were raised, and Wren stepped on the neck of the golden dragon in the middle with the dragon's wings as a ladder.

The rules of the duel in Congatro are not limited to spells and weaponry, including mounts and pets, as long as the things used by both parties are roughly equal.

Only one party used or brought it, and the other party can also have it.

Since Marc brought his own Wind Spirit Stag, it was also within the rules for Wren to involve Borch in the duel.

The golden three-headed dragon took off with its wings, carrying Wren in a low-altitude gliding attitude over the dragonborn army, and landed a hundred paces away from Marc with a thud, the ground trembling and splashing a large cloud of snow. The three dragon heads raised their heads to the sky and let out a dragon roar, and the terrifying dragon power was like a substance, disturbing the flying snow within a radius of hundreds of meters, even if it was almost two miles away, the guards on the city wall felt a panic.

The Spirit Wind Stag is of the same rank as Borch, but it is smaller, less than a quarter of Borch's size, and not as imposing as Borch.

Its wise eyes were full of disbelief, and it sneezed fiercely.

Mark's face was calm, he didn't take the power of the golden three-headed dragon to heart at all, his eyes fell on Wren's body and observed it carefully, and there was a bit of curiosity in his eyes.

"Your Excellency the Speaker is indeed very young. ”

Marc spoke loudly, his voice was thick, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he made people feel that this was a man with a very hearty personality, and both men and women would have a good impression of him.

"Lord Marker. ”

Wren didn't call the other party a king, but nodded in response, "I've heard a lot of such words." People are always accustomed to measuring the strength of others by age, however, ambition is not in old age, strength has reached our point, age is just a footnote. I don't think Lord Marc would be so shallow. ”

"It's good to be ambitious and not to be old!" Marker smiled and applauded, "Seeing you, I thought of my past self." It's good to be young, I have an infinite vision of this world, I don't have to worry about so many things, and waking up every day is a beautiful day, it's really nostalgic......"

Wren sounded a little strange, how this guy was nostalgic for his youth.

"I'm glad you're up to me for my dueling challenge. Mark's face suddenly showed a little smugness, "I don't have many other skills in my life, but I have always been very accurate in seeing people." Unfortunately, if I had known you in another situation, we might have been able to make friends. ”

Wren didn't appreciate it at all, and snorted: "You threaten the lives of millions of people in Kingsland, can I accept it?"

The corners of Mark's mouth grinned, and his expression was a little playful.

Wren stared at him, pretending to be angry and helpless, the eye of the soul had already been opened, sensing that this matter might not be so simple, and asked in a deep voice: "The entire king plus a million people, you dare to threaten to burn them all to death, are you not afraid of the gods to send down divine punishment?"

He is not in a hurry to make a move, just in time to delay the two speakers to get a better chance.

"You forced me. ”

Marker shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly, "If I don't fight back, not only will I lose the throne, but I will also lose my own life." If I die, no matter how fierce he is, it would be a blessing to have so many people to bury me with me. ”

"They are all your people. Wren said coldly.

"Soon it won't. ”

Marc sneered, "Don't scare me with the dragon god, if he cared about the kingslanders, he wouldn't have allowed me to overthrow the rule of the Drogon Castle family." What's more......" He straightened his waist and looked directly into Wren's gaze, exuding a grand aura from his body, "His Majesty Grosch protects me, even if I die, I will enter his kingdom, do you think I need to worry?"

Wren's heart was shocked, and his face could not hide the look of horror.

This is the breath of the gods.

Marc is the Chosen One of Grosh, the "God of Orcs and Strength", and Wren knew it from the first time he saw him. A bright red flame of faith enveloped Marke's soul like a flame, bursting through to a void above the sky, connecting with a great being.

This powerful deity with the priesthood of "orc", "strength", "bloodline", "fearlessness", and "resistance" is the highest status of the seven gods of Congatro, and his divine power is only half a chip weaker than that of the goddess of magic.

The Lauberdier family believed in Groche, and it was no surprise that Marque became his chosen one.

Wren already knew.

He was surprised that when Marc had just spoken of burning the city, the Soul Eye showed that Marc was lying!

At this moment, the color of Marke's soul was pale and extremely calm, which showed that he was now very relaxed, with only a few wisps of orange, as if he was excited about the duel that was about to begin.

This is completely inconsistent with the extreme emotions of burning millions of people in the city.

Regardless of sanity or madness, under normal circumstances, the color of Malke's soul should be a large red or black, and fluctuate wildly, but the truth is contrary to it.

Out of the corner of Wren's eye, he swept over the guards on the city walls, especially the transcendents stationed on the towers of the Red Dragon Circle. There was only fear and awe on their faces, as well as the color of their souls, as if they had no idea of the plans to burn the city, and they did not know if they had been deceived.

Wren was a little unsure.

From the moment they met, the Soul Eye had been secretly observing each other.

I have to say that Mark's strength really surprised him, this is the strongest transcendent under the Holy Soul he has seen so far, stronger than the year before when the Undead Heavenly Army invaded Wezeland, that death knight Elon Ravennat!

Even, Mark's soul is stronger than Speaker Cleos, maybe the difference in strength between the two sides is not big, but Marc must be closer to the Holy Order than Cleos.

There are only more than thirty elements in Marke's soul, which is too rare compared to the nineteenth-level transcendentals, which is a common flaw of Congatro's transcendent system.

However, Mark's elements were all exercised to the extreme.

Wren noticed the "power" element at first sight, reaching level ten, just like himself. In addition, there are level 10 "Tenacity", level 10 "Giant Deer Skin", level 10 "Self-healing", and level 7 "Swiftness", all of which are superb, making Marke's physical fitness incredibly strong.

Not to mention the elements of Marke's combat skills, power bursts, heavy attacks, fast running, etc., have almost been trained to the upper limit of level five.

Wren saw two supernatural elements, "Storm Strike" and "Bloody Fury", both of which were also level five!

As a legendary giant deer warrior, Marc has also mastered many elements of the wind arcane.

Most of these spells are mainly supportive, such as the "acceleration technique" of the six rings, the "flying technique" and "deflection aura" of the five rings, etc., and there are also some powerful wind spells.

Wren discovers that Marc has signed a soul contract with Psikaze.

This legendary mid-tier giant deer is not only his mount, but also his soulmate.

Marc shared the "Son of the Wind", "Spiritual Wind Leap", "Storm Strike", "Level 7 Swiftness", and "Endless Spring Breeze" from the Spirit Wind Stag, all of which are super elements!

The Children of the Wind have a super wind elemental affinity, which doubles Malk's wind mana power.

Spiritwind Leap is an ultra-arcane element, Wren had seen it before from Master Roger's friend Mellige, and its spell effect was similar to that of "Flash", which was very rare, and was generally only mastered by legendary-level storm warlocks.

Storm Strike is able to attach the power of the wind elemental to the weapon, bursting multiple times the force when it hits the target, knocking enemies into the air and creating a terrifying wind blade slash, which is similar to his own "Thunder Strike", not only has a large attack range that is difficult to dodge, but also difficult to prevent.

Level 7 agility gives Marc a speed that the Giant Deer Warrior shouldn't have.

The last supernatural element "endless spring breeze" makes Wren care the most, this is an ability element, its effect is that the body turns into a gentle breeze-like state, switching between energy and physical objects, and thus obtains extremely terrifying recovery and healing ability, comparable to the super element "rebirth of severed limbs", or even more powerful, because after stimulating the "endless spring breeze", it can also blend into the wind and hide the body.

Wren sensed this element with his soul eye in the Dragonborn Army just now, and was immediately overjoyed.

"Endless spring breeze" is exactly what the Speakers of Wezeland have been searching for for several years.

It can perfectly solve the problem of the teacher's physical collapse, and it is also an ability element, which can be stripped from the demon soul of the Spirit Wind Stag and made into a soul seal!

The moment Wren discovered the "endless spring breeze", he sentenced the Spirit Wind Stag to death.

Compared to solving the teacher's problem, a mere Marque is nothing, even if he gives up Wizeland's interests in Congatro.

It's not that easy to beat Mark, though.

Wren's heart is very cautious, and Marke, as the Chosen One of Grossh, has been blessed with divine magic, which is a legendary-level divine art, that is, a legendary element, called "Grossh's Battle Cry".

He had seen an introduction to this magic in a book, it was a unique magic of the god of power, Grossh, and it was usually only available to orc chieftains or high priests who were favored by him, but he didn't expect it to be given to Marc, who was a human.

The name of the magic is long, but the effect is simple.

It increases the recipient's strength factor by one level.

No matter what level of the recipient's current strength is, Grossh's battle roar can take effect, directly increasing the strength by one level, simple and crude, but the effect is extremely amazing.

It's a legendary artifact that all melee transcendents can only dream of!

Wren took a deep breath, which meant that Mark's strength could reach level eleven, and all the increases he blessed were only close to level eleven, in terms of pure strength, Marc was stronger than himself.

His mind raced, and he was silent for a few seconds.

Mark, not knowing that he was completely seen through by his opponent, saw that Wren did not speak, looked at the Dragonborn and asked, "Where's Bolo Brandon?"

Wren waved his hand.

Emilys was instructed to carry the mortally wounded Duke Brandon out of the Scaly Guard. Duke Brandon had woken up from a coma, but his combat effectiveness was completely lost, and he was unable to break free at all, looking at Wren and Marc on the snow from a distance, a trace of waves appeared on his cold face, and he wanted to stop talking.

Mark's eyes flashed with hidden anger, but they were still caught by Wren.

"Good. ”

"For the sake of not killing Bolo, I can spare your life in a duel. ”

Marc took out a black two-handed hammer and carried it on his shoulder, jumped from the Spirit Wind Stag, and splashed a slush as it landed, as if it had been hit by a heavy object.

He patted the Spirit Wind Stag and told it to leave, apparently not intending to involve it in a duel.

Wren quietly withdrew his gaze from the giant deer, landed on Mark's weapon, and looked at it carefully, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

This is a legendary weapon - "Messenger of Fury, Infinite Fury Power"!