"Boom!"

Leorik was kicked in the knee socket and fell to his knees. The man behind him violently ripped off the black cloth bag that had been covering his head.

The lights in the room were not very bright, but Leorik still felt dazzling after not seeing the light for a long time, and subconsciously shrank to avoid the light.

"Be honest!" the man behind him kicked Leorik in the back again.

"That's enough, you go down. An old voice came from the front, stopping the escort's atrocity. A shadow casts down from above, blocking the not-so-bright light.

Leorik opened his eyes and stared viciously at the old man in front of him. This man was well known to him, and this old man had attended all the meetings of the king before, and he was the king's right-hand man, the sharpest trident of Aventu.

He was the marshal of Aventu, Bazel.

"Why? Why did you betray Aventu, and how much did the fish-man do you?" asked Leoric, before Marshal Bazel could speak.

As if he hadn't heard Leorek's question, Marshal Bazel leaned down and untied the ropes from the prince's body, "Hehe, Your Highness the Prince, it's really a mishospitality, and I will severely punish those fools who neglect His Royal Highness." ”

Marshal Bazel picked up the prince and patted him on the shoulder, "Your Royal Highness, you see, you and your father are simply carved out of the same mold. Back then, your father and I were young......"

"Enough, you traitor, don't pretend anymore!" Bazel didn't mention the king, but the mention of the king instantly ignited Leorek's anger.

"Your Royal Highness, please put away your anger," Bazel was still not angry, but pressed Leorik against a chair, and the prince struggled, but Bazel's hands were as cast of iron, firmly holding Leorerick's resistance to rest.

"Is His Royal Highness the Prince questioning my loyalty?"

Bazel sneered slightly, "Your Royal Highness, you can rest assured that my honor has long been firmly tied to the kingdom, and if the gift of the fishman is harmful to the kingdom, I will not accept it." ”

"It seems that the kidnapping of the prince is also a sign of loyalty. Leorik was so angry that he calmed down, and did not get angry again at the moment, but only ridiculed each other.

"What about the other elders, I'm afraid you plotted to kill them?" went on to say the prince.

Still not angry, Bazel straightened his waist and said solemnly, "I am about to report to His Royal Highness the Prince about the other elders. ”

He paced briskly around the room with his hands behind his back, organized his words, and said: "The chief priest was martyred when the god Aventnu fell, the prime minister was killed in battle during the breakout, and the three elders led by the Chancellor of the Exchequer attempted to submit to the Lombard kingdom as a means of confronting the Fishman Empire, and have been executed by me. ”

He paused, "I'm the last member of the Privy Council. ”

"Hah, so what? You were unhappy with the sudden presence of a prince on your head, and decided to let him disappear?" Leoric, as if grasping at Bazel's flaws, laughed loudly at his sinister intentions.

"No, you're still a prince, and you'll be king soon, if only you understood my plans. Bazel patiently explained.

Leorik had learned to speak his mind less early, and he just glanced at Bazel with contempt, "I don't mind hearing about your scheme. ”

Bazel was unimpressed by Leoric's cynicism, "My plan is simple, surrender to the Fishmen. ”

"Poofhahahaha...... This...... Hahaha...... This is your plan, surrender to the Fishmen?" said Leorik with a furious retort, "Is the difference between you and the Chancellor of the Exchequer because of the difference in the master you are asking for? ”

Bazel didn't smile and shook his head, "Your Royal Highness, listen to me. If, like the Chancellor of the Exchequer, they defect to the Kingdom of Lombardy, we will never be freed from slavery. ”

Bazel unfolded a portable map and pointed to the location of the Lombard Kingdom on the map, "Look, the Lombard Kingdom is here. ”

Then, his finger moved across the map, and Leorik looked at the reader following his finger and spotted a few inconspicuous dotted lines on the map.

"These are the routes controlled by the Kingdom of Lombardy. Bazel duly explained. "These routes surround Sardinia, and we will be completely vassalized. ”

"What about the surrender of the Fishmen, they own the whole sea, and we don't even qualify as vassals. Leorik continued to taunt Bazel, "So what? What did the fish-men give you? more land?"

"That's right, it's the land, and they'll allow us to continue to rule over the land. Bazel laughed like a fox that had stolen a hen.

Leorik sneered, "Do you believe this? ”

"Don't worry," Bazel opened the wine cabinet, took out two crystal glasses, and poured himself half a glass of wine, "what do you want to drink?"

Leorik shook his head, "Let's talk about your plan, I don't believe you'll trust the fish-man's promises without any evidence. ”

Bazel took a sip of wine and smiled with satisfaction: "Your Royal Highness, thank you for your trust. ”

He turned around and put down his glass, and instead of telling Leoric about his plan, he sold out, "Do you know why the fish-people can snowball over the entire Mediterranean?"

Without waiting for Leorik to reply, he continued, "They will take their captives and use all sorts of means to make them fight for themselves - such as having General Wise Shrimp lead an army of wise squid, and so on...... In short, their army was not stable, and only constant conquest could quell the desires of this army. ”

"It's their Emperor Majesty who is most worried about the fish-man army, and I have to say that this is a great irony. "You see, now they have conquered all the known seas, but they are helpless against the rebels and guerrillas everywhere. ”

"You mean......" Leorik flashed with surprise, "are you pretending to surrender, and when we secure our territory with the acquiescence of the fish-man barbarians, we will be able to rise again?"

"You're still too young," Bazel shook his head, "the fish-men can defeat us once, and they can defeat us a second time, and my plan is another matter." ”

"'Fish-people never stop conquering, and if the known world has been conquered, it's time to set foot in the unknown. These are the exact words of the Fish-Man Emperor. Bazel pinched his nose to mimic the fishman's voice.

"So, we really surrendered, and besides, we will send troops to go with the Fishman Emperor. ”

Leorik was disappointed, "I was hopeful for a moment that I was wrong, God Aventenus, please forgive me for my foolishness." ”

Bazel suddenly became irritable, "Your Royal Highness, don't you understand, the god Aventnu is dead!

"The Fishman Emperor led his army on a personal expedition, and the vast majority of his army would follow him across the Strait of Gibraltar to uncharted territory. We have a chance to become an almost independent state, the only difference from what it was before was a nominal overlord!"

Bazel still had a glimmer of hope, "You really don't agree with me, I mean, you don't want to be king?"

Leorik just shook his head slowly, "No sovereignty, better than death." ”

Bazel nodded, "Well, I don't have much more to say, there will still be an enthronement ceremony tomorrow, and we will have a young queen." ”

He plucked a pair of swords from the wall as a decoration, "And you, out of remembrance and respect for your father, I give you a chance to rebel against me." ”

"Try to kill me, don't act like a coward. Bazel let out a low growl.

The prince picked up a long sword from the ground and stood sideways, the blade straight upward, "The Lord has given me a sharp sword, O saint, Aventnu." As the prince chanted, a milky white light rippled from the sword's body.

"This can't be, Aventenu is dead!" Bazel was shocked by this.

"In the mysterious eternity, death is not the end. Leorik pointed the tip of his sword at Bazel's neck, "You're going to die, traitor." ”

Bazel was not one to admit defeat just because the other party had more abilities than he could imagine, he sneered, "Even if you can cast a spell, what level of paladin are you? Rank 8? Rank 9?"

Bazel's movement changed as fast as lightning, and he went from stationary to high-speed motion in an instant, "Phew!" Leorik crossed the blade in time to block Bazel's slash.

"I don't know how many holy warriors of your level I've killed. Bazel pressed down hard, and an astonishing force made Leorik fall to his knees.

Bazel wasn't going to compete with Leorik for endurance just like that, Leoric's god-blessed blade would definitely cut through his sword before he could hold it anymore.

He turned the blade sideways and continued to press Leorik with the spine of the sword, but the blade slid sharply to the right, "Zila", and the friction of the metal brought out a large spark.

Leorik took a quick step back to dodge the flying sparks, and his vision was blocked during the battle, and the best way to do that was to temporarily get out of the opponent's attack range.

But the ginger was still old and spicy, and Bazel took the tip of the left foot of the forebow as the axis, and spun around with the action of rubbing, and jumped high with centrifugal force, and the blade slashed diagonally from the upper left to the lower right, and the landing point was the side of Leorik.

Leorik had no choice but to continue to defend, his sword pointed downward, and slashed horizontally to the right, "Wow", and the two swords collided again without any tricks.

Leorik staggered back two steps, then quickly organized his stance, gently moving his numb arm as if facing Bazel as if he were facing a great enemy.

Bazel didn't rush to attack, he felt like he had seen a ghost, "How is that possible......? How can you catch my two swords......"

Leolek didn't answer his question, and in fact, Leolek couldn't answer either, and as the battle progressed, the divine power in Leoric's body became more and more powerful than before.

"It's my turn. ”

Leorik let out a low snort, and a brighter white light flashed on the blade, "Aventenu is my strength, Aventenu is my shield, I rely on him in my heart, and I have to help." ”

The white light on the blade of the sword flowed down the hilt of the sword over Leoric's body, making his whole body look as if it was a circle in size.

Leorik stepped hard with both feet, and the bricks and stones on the ground were crushed by a powerful force, and the huge reaction force made his whole person seem to turn into a white light and rush towards Bazel.

"Wow!" this time Bazel knelt down on one knee and "vomited...... Bazel highlighted a mouthful of blood, "It's impossible, you...... This is at least a fifteenth-level holy warrior!"

"Boom, Boom, Boom!"

Leorik didn't answer, his eyes were completely filled with white light, and his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were overflowing with white light like flames, as if only by speeding up the swing of the sword could he vent the excess power in his body.

Bazel kept changing his posture one by one, struggling to support himself under Leorik's growing strength, and blood spilled from all seven orifices.

"Wow!" With an exceptionally crisp sound, Bazel's blade was finally severed, and the second half was still tightly held in Bazel's hand, while the other half flew out with a whirl, "choking" into the ground.

The white light on Leoric's body slowly dissipated, "It's over, rebellious." May you be tormented forever in Hell!"

"Wait, Your Highness Prince, I beg ......" Bazel threw down his broken sword and crawled to Leorik to beg for forgiveness.

Before he could finish speaking, Leorik swung his sword.

"Click", Bazel's head snapped off at the sound, and instead of blood, a large wave spurted out of his neck. The waves washed away the surrounding scenery as if they were stains, and it was as if all that was left in the world was foam stirred up by the waves.

In the bubble, a light rose.