Dusk falls.

The great show of the huge circus is finally staged, and the heretics who are suppressed in their rage and anger must have been suffocated, and the first wave of the offensive is like a raging tide, rushing into the Black Swan Lake, with so many different camps that there is no need for a behind-the-scenes bystander to consult the Imperial Encyclopedia.

There was a long vacuum period in the northern part of Marceau before and after the arrival of the Cosmo, which caused the dark species to infiltrate in a large way, but the discerning people knew that even if the order took root in the Black Swan Lake, under the secret arrangement of many well-intentioned people and conspirators, a large number of gold coins were smashed, or unknown connections were used to send their respective family scavengers into Marceau County in a steady stream, and the Condi family, which had a slight objection in the early stage, also chose to doze off recently, as for the Lion King Todd family, they completely stood by and watched, and even the two hundred knights withdrew from the territory, deliberately opening the door, and the Greenspan family has never had much to do in the White Elephant CastleAs long as no one is messing around in the private garden, the barbarians don't bother to mess around.

The roaring burly werewolf strode towards the castle of poetry, and his footsteps smashed the ground with a sound no less than the iron hooves of a war horse.

This was once a terrifying race known as invincible in melee combat, with whom even the Immortals had to avoid it and had to share the throne of the night with them.

The many muse races that roared together, the mammoth with the largest number and a reputation for bad temper, the minotaur chieftain with terrifying arm strength, the half-orcs who were at the bottom of the muse continent but outstanding in group combat, etc., were flooded, their crazy advance was chaotic, but the momentum of the ant colony was amazing, and when they encountered any obstacle, whether it was the golden zodiac sculpture or the trees, they were all broken and broken, and some savage creatures with outstanding foot strength even directly lifted and threw their kind in front of them or tore them in half on the spot, fresh blood, which stimulated more manic latecomers。

Lecch, a conceited race that likes to call itself an immortal, and now a heretical conspirator who occupies the throne of the Night Monarch, spreads his bat-wings, and the one in the center has three pairs of black wings that symbolize strength, the duke-level lecch, the least fortunate is also a powerful nobleman who far exceeds the strength of ordinary marquises, and the master of the night.

Agile and strong, with a longbow on their backs, the Darkened Elves turned their backs on the goddess of the forest, and as one of the twelve gods on the top of Mount Olympia, she did not abandon these descendants who had fallen into the abyss, and they still lived long and shot with an accuracy that human archers could hardly match. They silently chanted "a breath remains, do not lower the sails", and the formation rushed forward quickly and methodically.

Blood gnomes, "bloodthirsty dwarves", deformed products of human black magic and muse shamanism, possess perverted reproductive abilities, and cannot be compared to even the gods' greatest darlings, humans, who once set off a "locust plague" in the Muse Continent, until Midgod convened a supreme council, to suppress this plague. They have no moral bottom line at all, and once they are hungry, they can eat any flesh-and-blood creature, including the most directly related relatives. No one wants to watch the Blood Gnomes "dine".

Except for the silent prayer from the mouth of the black elves who choose to be in the company of power and wealth. And "On the day of the full moon, I will rise and bring trembling!" is an ancient oath passed down by werewolves for thousands of years. "I will step over the bones and ascend to my throne of glory!" is the thriving ambition of a powerful but lowly orc. And the phrase "Justice, Loyalty, Honor!" is the common declaration of the knights of all the kingdoms of the Epic Continent.

There are also several human knights who have abandoned all their identities, and most of them are big knights, and it seems that high-level knights are embarrassed to come out and be embarrassed. They hold the same momentum and look at death as home.

They trodden with them through the soft ground of Black Swan Lake, and no one noticed the inconspicuous stone tablet and the neatly written inscription: Here the saints rest, put away for a moment your arrogance, your rage, your jealousy, your sloth, your greed, your gluttony, and your lust.

But even if you notice, who will take it seriously?

The land trembled.

It is hard to imagine that such a mixed group could remain largely undisturbed and highly secluded until the offensive is launched.

There are different characters that tell them that there are gold coins here.

Here you can take revenge.

It will be a dark paradise.

The conspirators behind the scenes may have returned from the last time in vain, wanting to teach the little guy a bigger bloody lesson.

It may be that the vengeful members of the Rotonchilde family are trying to reach out and put a last straw that crushes the camel, killing the last hope of the Rotonchilde family's revival, even if it is weak enough.

Maybe it's the boring aristocrat who bet heavily on the grizzly bear bet on the new giant to die abruptly.

It may be those in the Muse Continent who hate the Vatican and the Holy See but only dare to choose soft bread.

Or is it some giant in the Dark Trident who has opened his eyes and finally lost patience with Cosmo?

Or the most powerful woman in the Holy Empire who personally sent Prince Otis to the execution table and saw Duke Rothonchild walk to the gallows?

In short, anything is possible.

But all speculation doesn't matter, all that matters is that these good-tempered guests all point the finger at the same unlucky guy - a guy who doesn't look so tall and not so burly.

What a bad Augustine, little Lori is too crow-mouthed.

On a hillside in the middle of the Belt, the Krafts, who had only arrived at the castle of Poetry, had formed a straight line from the Knights, with a solemn expression, and there was no fear on their faces in the face of the influx of enemies. This is probably the strong heritage of an ancient family like Clough that is not easy to show, loyalty, never on the lips, and strength does not come from clothing. Augustine held the staff of the Titan dragon's eye given by the old astrologer in the monastery of Dyola and rode on an ordinary war horse without the slightest embarrassment, and for a noble heir who had longed to ride a dragon since childhood, being proficient in horseback riding was the first step. The leader of the Hundred Knights, the Grand Knight Jurgen, was impressed by the consul who walked to the forefront of the battlefield beside him, not all young nobles were willing to face the enemy head-on, let alone an enemy of this size. There were too many negative lace news about this young consul in the salons and banquets of the imperial capital, most of which were related to young and beautiful women, and occasionally involving men, it was questioning the sexual orientation of the young master Augustine, so most of the generals and knights in the imperial capital felt that this rabbit cub was a sissy with a fancy face, Jurgen crossed his arms on his chest, turned his head to look at Augustine, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you for fighting side by side with us, Your Excellency Archon!"

Augustine didn't turn his head, still looking at the messy enemy that was getting closer and closer, and said calmly, "I'm also a knight. ”

Jurgen was first surprised by this answer, then relieved.

This is indeed the best answer for him and all the servants to be willing to die calmly for a strange young man.

I'm a knight!

Augustine silently recited a word: "piety." ”

The hundred-man knights led by Jurgen shouted in resonance, and after repeating it several times, it became more and more majestic.

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In the modest side branches of the Rotonchilde family, two recognized young geniuses, Gakka Miao and Reinhatay, appeared in a relatively frightening string of nicknames for beautiful magicians, such as "Black Obsidian" and "Witch of the Royal Torch", without the slightest hint of ridicule. Who wants to provoke a magician destined to leave his name in the annals of the empire's magical history? What magician who wears the golden clover medal issued by His Majesty the Emperor himself, is not an antique who has lived for a long, long time? It is no more pleasant to provoke this small group than to annoy the great nobles. And the freckled fat knight is not so lucky, "the dead fat man who walks shit and takes away a big lump", "the knight who sits his ass to pieces when he rides a horse", "the iron oak winner who can't beat any of the intermediate knights", "the valiant knight who is afraid of heights so chooses a bantam" , countless, and the dead fat man who is happy all day long doesn't mind at all, maybe in addition to his luck three times twice barely has some merits, that is, his loyalty to love words and deeds, this fat man, in addition to his love to write lame love letters to his fiancée, his biggest hobby is to study the military papers of the Titan and Ka Miao all the horseback empires, and to write verification reports that even the professors of the Imperial Military Academy shook their heads and nodded.

The Holy Empire, which has been thriving for nearly fifty years, has never lacked geniuses, but the geniuses who continue to grow and not die of fate are still scarce, and the beauty is proportional to the wisdom, and the handsomeness is inversely proportional to the belly of the bad water, Reinharday, after the fat knight won the Order of the Iron Oak, he did not choose to eat and drink in a certain central region knighthood, but immediately rushed to the southwest border of the empire, where the favorite thing of the two imperial soldiers was to stand on the border line and pee, and they could clearly see to each other that there were a few hairs in the crotch of the enemy soldier's pants, of course, even if they peed and, you need to hold the spear in your hand and the knight's practical "mongrel sword", which is every veteran's first piece of advice to the new recruit.

At this time, with the "children of war" On the distant border of the Titan Empire, a fat man in knight's costume squatted on the ground, chewing a small grass in his mouth, his signature action once formed a trend in the Saxon Forest The rogue miscellaneous knight regiment led by him, but no one knew that the fat knight was not even a knight boy in his childhood, he had personally told a knight who was enough to praise with any gorgeous words about the knight's purpose in his heart, the fat knight who was wandering in his thoughts glanced at a small servant beside him who was learning his grass, and said with a wicked smile: " Hey, little James, I ask you, what is the purpose of a knight? Warning, don't talk to me about the 'bring the tolerance and splendor of the kingdom and the church to any land in the Empire' in the Knight's Quotations, be careful that I slap you in the face, there's no reason, you idiot can look like this, I'm so wise, but I'm a fat man, well, a handsome fat man. ”

The servant who had been following the idol hero in his heart since the Saxons said: "Lord Reinharday, the first purpose of our knights is, of course, to rescue the lonely noblewoman. ”

The fat knight, who was not very old, cursed and sighed: "Young people nowadays, they are becoming more and more shameless, I didn't have this consciousness back then, so I almost couldn't become a knight, but followed a sloppy uncle to become a blacksmith." ”

The handsome Hu Cong, who really had a natural knightly face, hurriedly patted his ass and said, "This is all your wise leadership!"

The fat man laughed for a moment, not at all modestly accepting this unique fleshy praise from his knights who have the same shit and luck as shit, and said: "Alas, I said hundreds of times that the sixth knight of the empire is the one who gave me the title of the first knight, you bastards just don't believe it." ”

Hu Cong rolled his eyes very unceremoniously and muttered a sentence of disbelief.

The fat man kicked over and scolded, "Don't you know that your boss has the courage of a lion, the calmness of a jackal, the cunning of a fox, and the ears of a rabbit?"

Hu Cong was kicked, but he felt honored, and continued to squat and giggle after getting up.

The nobles of the empire must not dare to believe that a fat man whose position is not a first-line would dare to kick the ass of the second heir in line of the Borlang family.

Their heterogeneous aristocratic young knights trained by the fat boss used to be the most afraid of death in the Saxon Forest, but the casualty rate was the lowest and the most abundant magical existence in the loot, everyone was at first without exception with a gilded attitude, but in the end, it was the one who won the most medals per capita, which was a heavy honor taken from the battlefield, and their group of nobles may be afraid of death, pain, and pain, but most of them are not stupid, and gradually understand this fat man's "head" Besides, even if this boss has won the highest Iron Oak Medal, he will be willing to teach his subordinates the tricks of dealing with celebrities, and will take the time to write the academic papers of the Knight Academy for his brothers who have left the Knights, so now there is a famous saying in the upper class of the imperial capital that a certain marquis patted the shoulder of the fat boss - "I will give my son to you, I can rest assured!"

The fat man looked at the vast plains of the Titan Empire from afar, and said softly: "In addition to the knight, the purpose of the butcher on horseback is what he taught me. Thinking about problems with grass in my mouth is also what he taught me. When I'm unhappy and happy, I have to kick my friend's ass, or he taught me. He still taught me to set a chain trap on the enemy. Being able to survive the battlefield to meet his wife is the most qualified knight, and he taught me. Therefore, my dead fat man is your hero, but he should be your idol. ”

Hu Cong cautiously asked, "Is he Guligali, the sixth knight of the empire who assassinated His Majesty the Emperor?"

The fat man shook his head and said softly in a voice that he couldn't hear clearly: "No. That person, I used to call him Master Augustine. ”

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The snow-capped Mayan Mountains, where even the most experienced explorers and adventurers dare not set foot in, are so harsh that even some cold-resistant animals do not want to survive here, coupled with the large avalanche that breaks out at any time, are terrifying, and the most terrifying thing is that here sleeps a kind of epic continent The only creature that humans think they can't match, the dragon. It has an overwhelming double advantage of strength and wisdom, especially strength, otherwise why would knights and swordsmen take dragon slaying as the highest honor?The Mayan Mountains are the only mountain range that has been officially recognized as the existence of dragons, and the Michel Mountain Peak here is the highest point in the epic continent, and the top of the mountain peaks has the sacred place in the hearts of the mages of the entire continent, the Mayan Temple.

The Holy Empire's most orthodox magicians and arcanists know that the Golden Clover Badge is not the end of a mage's achievement, but only a starting point to the Mayan Temple.

Every year, the temple selects five to ten mages from the entire continent who are approved by her, giving only a special notice, but not indicating the path, and being able to reach the temple at the top of the mountain is the first proof, and the next step is to be tested by the dragon. None of the history books recorded the content of the assessment, and all the magicians who walked out of the temple and were crowned great were the same secretive. This year, the Mayan Sanctuary has selected only five pre-selected talents, the Genius Veteran Magician, who is truly the master, will never be called a genius. Anyone who has made a difference and occupied a place in the temple of magic will always be a lone wanderer on a narrow path, silent and low-key. The high-profile, impetuous, and sensational, are just funny clowns at aristocratic banquets. A few years ago, everyone in the Epic Continent remembered a woman, the iron-blooded empress of the Kamiao Empire. But this year, all the glory belongs to an equally young woman!

She comes from the Holy Empire, from a family that has been accused of treason, and the dark humor is that she is only a side member of that family.

Not long ago, a mysterious notice from the Mayan Temple was conveyed to the [Torch] of the Holy Empire, indicating that the girl's magical talent was recognized, not only the magical world of the Empire, but almost the entire empire was boiling, and all poets began to praise this girl who was originally very strange and rumored to be extremely withdrawn and paranoid in large lyric poems. This news even alarmed Emperor Jupiter, who had been deliberately supporting the "handmaidens of magic" for nearly a decade by arcane rather than magical, and he went to the torch with a luxurious and majestic royal honor guard to see her off in person.

Jupiter City is empty. There have only been three such occasions in the past thirty years, the first being when Prince Otis came to the imperial capital after the fall of the Black Rose Legion, and won supreme praise, when the remaining forty or so knights took to the main street after the battle, all of them wept, saluted, and thanked. The second was the Patriarchate election. This time, the glory belongs alone.

Because she is the third youngest invitee in the history of the Mayan temple that is older than any ancient empire.

The youngest legend is not recorded in any history books.

But the second youngest is a man who is still known as the one who has won the crown of magic 850 years later.

Even the dumbest nobles in the Empire, who were busy cheering, were convinced that no matter whether this girl could pass the assessment or not, she would return to the Empire as a transcendent figure who could be on an equal footing with any magician.

At this moment.

Near the summit of a mountain range in the peak of Mount Michel, a cloaked figure sat in the wind and snow, her nuclear weight had passed without stopping for three days and three nights, but there was still no sign of exhaustion, but there was no abundance of all the snowflakes falling three feet away from her delicate body, she was not busy on the road, but elegantly and ladyfully biting a piece of shriveled bread, holding in her hand a book that was slightly old because she had read too many times, more than 2,500 pages thick, the title of the book "Forbidden Zone" ,It's a dangerous thing that is clearly listed as a banned book by the Imperial Magic Association.,If it's a magician with no family background.,Once it's found to have this forbidden book.,100% will be thrown directly into the Magic Association's review department.,Removing the title of magician is already considered a blessing.,If you're unlucky, go to the Sacramental Department to repent.。 She carefully put away the remaining small slice of bread, clapped her hands, and then began to flip through the forbidden book, if the old man of the Magic Association saw it, he would definitely tell the girl, Miss, you are on the pilgrimage road to the Mayan temple, don't waste any more precious time and energy, every step you take, but you are one step closer to the truth and the mysteries! But she obviously did not have a chance to hear such nagging, but only gently and patiently flipped through the books, and whenever she saw the handwriting in the books that did not belong to hers, the corners of her mouth would gently hook. Is she still the "future torchbearer who never smiles"?

When she finished flipping through the pages, she slowly got up, lowered her head, and rubbed her fingers over a family crest that she had planned to pin to her chest forever three years ago, like the book, the badge was badly worn, but it was vaguely visible that it was an obsidian flower.

Three years ago, in that seminary that hung in the air, there had been two saints, and it was the last time she saw him, and before parting, the young man who already needed to shave regularly gave her the badge.

He smiled brightly and joked, "Hey, Gaka Miao, if you are awarded the Golden Clover Badge in the future, or enter the Mayan Temple, don't forget to wear this badge." The reason is that I, who was a kid and still being called a magical idiot, will be stained. ”

In the silver twilight, she looked in the direction of the empire, which was already far away, took a deep breath, slightly opened her lips that were slightly dry due to the wind and frost, and murmured softly: "Hey." ”