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As soon as he finished speaking, almost all the warriors glared at him angrily, as if they wanted to kill him with their eyes. What is the status of King Waid in Kress www.biquge.info Pen Fun Pavilion, and some people dare to question it like this. However, they were only glaring, even if several of them were already second-order professionals, and the others had already entered the first-order realm.

But they still only dared to glare angrily.

They understand very well that status has always been determined by strength, and there are only the same extraordinary professionals who can have a seat in front of extraordinary professionals, which is far from the realm they can match, or even imagine.

The young man turned his head and swept over the group of warriors, his eyes were flat without a trace of waves, as if an ant was glaring at you at your feet, and you would only ignore him when you didn't need it, or just crush it when you needed it. His head turned, and at last he locked on King Wayd's body, and said without mercy:

"King Wyd, I no longer see in you the bravery and fearlessness of the Cresses, has time corrupted your soul and turned you into a coward?

"Impulsiveness, anger, bloodthirstiness, killing, the pursuit of recognition and unparalleled feats, I have been through your age, I understand your thoughts, but when you reach my age, you will understand that we are not alone, we have on our shoulders the survival of a family, even a race. ”

"So, we have to be careful in our decision. King Wyd frowned, he looked up at the young man, a pair of unfathomable eyes as blue as the sea seemed to reflect the shadow of the other party: "Lancôme's pride, only fifty years old to reach the level of a transcendent professional, the master of the wind element, the 'bright red bloom' of Phils?

"You promised to leave that Excellency in the Caucasus Mountains, but did you do it? Three transcendent beings were dispatched, and your transcendent weapon, the 'Wailing Bow', and even the 'Enchantment Ball', which was treasured by my royal clan of Kress, was lent to you, and in the end, he was able to escape!"

"That is a third-order transcendent shadow assassin nicknamed 'Hand of Despair', maybe his professional level can't reach the peak of transcendence, but I don't know how many strong people have died under his assassination technique, and even transcendent professionals have a record of falling into his hands, and you actually let him escape. ”

"Don't you feel unsteady when you sleep at night, and aren't you afraid that a knife will stab you in the neck while enjoying the gentlest service of a woman?"

King Waid didn't say that it was okay, the more he talked, the more angry he became, the loud voice seemed to turn into waves of vibrations like substance, the soldiers in the audience all showed painful expressions, even the young man's face couldn't help but change, although he had also reached the third level, but he had only just reached the sixteenth level, far from being the opponent of an old fritter like King Waid.

Moreover, even the young man had to admit that what King Wayd had said was reasonable, and his face seemed to twitch a little, and he said viciously: "This is our mistake, but, rest assured, the one who escaped was already very badly wounded, and will definitely not be able to recover in a moment." ”

"Besides, that's why I'm here, if he doesn't show up, if he does, with the two of us joining forces, will he be able to make any waves? ”

"Hmph, it's nice to say, I'm afraid that he has no scruples, and he is even more unscrupulous?"

"Errant is gone, but the Kingdom of Soros is still there, and he can only shrink back. The young man finally became a little impatient, and he knew that it would not be possible to stop bleeding: "If King Wayd is willing to break the city, our King of Lancôme has promised to give you enough gifts, and even, the one we are fighting for now, can give you three hundred pieces." ”

"Mind you, this is promised to you personally, not Cress. ”

"Hehe, I want a single percentage. You don't need to give it to me, just give it to the Kingdom of Kress. King Wayd finally smiled.

"Iksei?!Issei!" Field was furious: "Oaks, Wyd, you are going too far, you are blackmailing. We have a pact with you, King Cress. How dare you change it?"

"Hmph, hmph, hah, hah, I don't approve of this war?! If you have any nonsense, I'll turn around and leave with my army. ”

"You?!" Fils Lancôme stared angrily at the man in front of him, his eyes seemed to be on fire, but gradually he began to calm down, he finally knew that he was still too tender compared to the old thing in front of him.

In fact, everything in front of him, even for the escape of His Excellency, is just an excuse, to put it bluntly, it is just for profit, in order to fight for a larger share of that thing.

It's just that the old thing in front of him can really completely give up his personal interests and fight for the interests of the kingdom, which he can't imagine.

However, he had to make a choice, after all, if these hateful Kress people really left Errante alone and patted their butts away, then it was the Lancôme Kingdom that was unlucky in the end.

Now, the most important thing is to win this war, only if you win, you will have it, and if you lose, you will lose everything.

"Okay! I agreed on behalf of my king, and I added one percent. Now it's time to break the city!" said Field, almost gritting his teeth:

"Haha, haha, then sign the contract first?" King Waid smiled genuinely, and looked very happy, he turned around and took out a parchment roll from behind him, on which were already listed various treaties: "Young Field, please sign your name?" Although, I know you won't be repaid, but it's better to keep a proof!"

Field Lancôme looked like he was only in his twenties, very young, but in fact he was almost fifty, he was a real genius, after breaking through the boundary of the first order at the age of twenty, he went to the Winter Peak Academy to study, and ten years later, at the age of thirty, he broke through the second order, and at the age of fifty, he broke through the third order transcendental.

In terms of the lifespan of more than three hundred years for a transcendent professional, he was a bit too young, and due to the early breakthrough time, his face was almost frozen at the age of twenty.

Once, when he heard others say that he was young, he felt more in approval and envy, but at this time, hearing King Wayd's words was a kind of irony.

As if to say, young man, you are still immature like a doll that has just sprouted teeth.

Field, almost gritting his teeth, signed his name on the scroll and stamped it with a badge, this kind of scroll has a special magic, he can't guarantee that both sides will carry it out, but it can be said that it is not a forgery.

Although it had achieved its goal, it was definitely a failed mission, and the proud and young transcendent professional Field, as if he felt a poisonous snake gnawing at his heart.

This is the first time he has been deflated after his successful promotion, he has seen the cunning of the older generation, and secretly swears that he will definitely find a place again, he is still young, and has the potential to be far stronger than them.

King Wayd smiled and put away the scroll, he didn't need to look at it to know what the young man in front of him was thinking, but he didn't care, the so-called genius, he had seen too much, this kind of arrogant person, he couldn't go far. The transcendent world is far more dangerous than ordinary people. And if he can live to his age, he will understand that he has now taught him a lesson.

For the transcendental, their lives have entered another level, and their perspective on the world must also change.

Handing the scroll to his minister, King Waid let out a long breath, and he turned to himself and took out his weapon—a golden spear, similar to the weapon of the second-order spear-wielding warrior that Muen had encountered, but more brilliant, more radiant, as if radiating light. It seemed to be overlooked when it was behind King Wayd, but when I was in King Wayd's hands, it was as dazzling as the sun in the sky.

The spear pointed diagonally at the sky, and the hand in his hand, King Wayd's powerful and huge hand instantly burst into flames, real flames, beating flames spewing flames like snake cores, and the boiling heat directly evaporated the cold around him.

At this moment, King Wayd seemed to be transformed into a huge furnace that radiated light and heat.

- Scorching Magma Flame Control.

This is the extraordinary power awakened by King Wayd when he is promoted to a transcendent profession, and this is also the reason why transcendent professions are powerful, when they are promoted, they can induce a kind of origin elemental power that belongs to them, and it really does not belong to the supernatural power that ordinary people can imagine.

Even, if they go further on the path of professionals, they can also get all kinds of incredibly powerful and extraordinary powers from their bloodlines.

The flame flowed out of the palm of the hand, but it was not as illusory as ordinary flames, but like magma, little by little it spread over the golden spear, when the spear was completely covered, it seemed to be plated with a layer of transparent glass crystals, at this time, the temperature around it actually began to drop, and the heat was converged by the spear.

Young Field retreated to the edge of the tent the moment King Wyd drew his spear, two scimitars glowing with silver in both hands, a little alert as a transcendent professional.

But then, he looked at the spear in King Wayd's hand in shock, the layman can only see the excitement, and the real insider can see the doorway, what he awakens is the 'hurricane mastery', which is also a terrifying power, he can burst out with such momentum and power, but the raging elements will stir the surroundings into pieces, and he is far from being able to control it so precisely.

Worthy of the guardian of the Kress, King Wayd.

Field was so impressed, but he had to work harder to hold the weapon in his hand, and it wouldn't be long before he would catch up.

Retreating, twisting, and his muscular body was bent in the shape of a bow, and all of a sudden, he seemed to be transformed into a taut bowstring.

King Waid's spear was thrown at the moment when he was accumulating, and if Muen was here, he would definitely feel that this blow was very familiar, as if it was like a spear thrown by that second-order professional.

- King Kong throwing.

No, it should be exactly: Flame King Kong Throwing, a third-order transcendent skill.

After a breath or two, there was a loud noise and shaking, and King Wayd's upright body was like a mountain, casting shadows that completely enveloped the entire tent. His voice was cold, like a glacier that had existed since ancient times: "Warriors of Kress, we have five thousand brothers who have fallen under the walls, and I need you to avenge them now, the road of the Styx is so long, they need the best sacrifices." ”

"Now, let's kill! The gates of the city have been opened, and in the name of my transcendent profession, King Wayd, slaughter the city!

King Waid is long gone, and the cunning and philistine he was just now, and at this moment, he is the peerless commander who can kill and take away in a word.

"No!" all the warriors beat their chests in response, their eyes fanatical as if they were looking at the gods!