In the next second, Havana's face suddenly turned pale, and he roared with all his strength: "Open your eyes and look, look at this continent, and look at what has happened during this time."

The Temple of Freedom was reopened, and His Majesty the Legend of Miracles declared war on the invaders of the outer planes, the Alliance of the Hundred Clans was established and began an undying war with the demons, the dragon put down its arrogance and began to connect intelligent life, the phoenix walked out of the phoenix realm and wandered among the major demonic races, and the gods also gave up their neutrality and began to intervene in the war.

There is also the Orc Empire, which has completed the change of power within ten days, and the new Beast Emperor is eager to slaughter the Burning Legion.

Even, even wizards, wizards who cross the street like rats, formed an alliance and showed their attitude. ”

"Almost all the forces on the entire continent have made their choices, but what about us?

The great Saint Lance Empire, one of the members of the Great Blood Temple, the great Lance family, the great Lawrence, as if no one could see all these changes?

It seems that we are cowering in this piece of palace, and everything in the outside world has nothing to do with us. ”

"What a self-deceptive way, what a ridiculous idea," Havana finally fixed his gaze on the high throne again, and looked at the old man, and his ugly smile was gone, and his expression was sad and helpless.

He hoarsely hissed and roared with all his might: "They are just fools, and they can't see these things clearly because of their short-sightedness, but father, my great father, Lawrence the Great, who has controlled the empire for more than forty years, why do you think ...... Whereas...... No...... See?"

In this short period of time, the faces of the three princes have changed several times, from green to white, and then from white to blue, until finally it is extremely ugly.

At the same time, they unconsciously looked up at their father.

It is impossible for a king who has been able to firmly control the empire for forty years not to see this, but why would he choose to turn a blind eye?

When everyone's eyes converged, the old man on the throne was still looking up at the dome, or his gaze had penetrated the dome and looked at the endless starry sky, no one knew what he was thinking, only felt the passage of time.

I don't know how long it took for him to finally move, his head lowered slowly, still with that majestic expression, and his gaze swept over his son, and finally settled on Havana.

With a movement of his right hand, a sword located next to the throne was picked up by him, and fell into Havana's hand in an arc, while he picked up the other, got up, walked slowly to the stairs, and said, "Whether it is right or wrong, it is only about success or failure." Come, my son, and overcome your father, and you will be in control of this high throne and all that is in this empire. ”

The old man didn't explain, either disdainful, or unwilling, or felt unnecessary, in short, he chose to do the last life and death fight, he would win everything as a warrior, or lose everything.

Havana looked at the sword in his hand, then at the old man, and then at the excitement he had just had, took a deep breath, and smiled bitterly.

"I still remember when I was a child, my father taught me how to practice swords, my father was very strict, and I always liked to be lazy, and I was punished a lot. In a flash, how many years have passed, and everything has become different. ”

The sword in his hand shook, and the scabbard shot out, revealing the bright sword body, waving it gently, and the whimpering sword roar resounded throughout the hall, Havana looked up again, he looked at the old man, made a serious starting gesture, and said, "Please ask my father for advice." ”

After saying that, he turned his head to look at the dragon again, and said again: "Bertrem, the three will be handed over to you, if you can, capture them alive, if not......"

After a slight pause, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes: "There is no forgiveness for killing!"

He was answered by a dragon roar, and the battle to determine the ownership of the Saint-Lance Empire began.

The three princes have long been prepared, among them, the eighth prince activated the storage bag with the last elemental power, took out two weapons from it, a three-headed flail and threw it to the eldest prince, and he picked up an armor-piercing heavy sword, in the realm of drawing demons, spells do not need to be considered, and in the face of a giant dragon, as long as there is no sharp weapon that can tear the dragon scales, it can only be attacked with heavy weapons.

As for the fifth prince, he took out a large bow that was one person high, the bow body was dark and unpretentious, but the arrow feathers he was carrying were shining with blood, which was not like ordinary products.

It has to be said that the Saint Lance Empire is a country founded by force after all, and the three princes are not simply under the extraordinary crown of resources and exercises, whether it is cooperation, will, or from combat experience, even if there is no elemental light, they are still three fierce professionals above the peak of the second order.

It's a pity that they faced an adult red dragon.

Dragons can use magic, dragon magic is notoriously strong and domineering, but that's the way old dragons fight with old and weak strength, for young dragons, tearing with dragon teeth, crushing with claws, pounce with dragon wings, and smash with giant tails is the most enjoyable way to fight.

The battle only lasted for the first few breaths, and it changed from an offensive and defensive battle between the two sides to a red dragon chasing the three of them around.

Of course, no matter how intense, they avoided the center of the main hall, which was the real battlefield.

Lawrence the Great swooped down from the high platform, with a terrible sound of breaking through the air with the sword in his hand, and cut off his head, he used the secret swordsmanship of St. Lance, derived from the former Currell the Great.

As a swordsmanship formed from the battlefield of Warcraft, it does not have any fancy, nor is it elegant, only the ultimate fast, the ultimate stability, the ultimate ruthlessness, and the indomitable, invincible momentum.

Also a member of the royal family, Havana is also proficient in this swordsmanship, but compared to Lawrence the Great's attack, he is more on defense, he is younger than Lawrence the Great, more physical, of course, the most important thing is that he shares half of the dragon power of the red dragon, and his physical strength is far beyond that of ordinary transcendent crowns.

He defended very easily, and it can even be said that his main energy was not in battle, his eyes were straight into the eyes, and through the heavy sword curtain, he wanted to see even the slightest reluctance from his father.

In any case, he is his own son after all!

But all he greeted was the more and more ferocious sword momentum, the move rushed to the point, the sword took people's lives, the sword blade roared, the swept air blade swirled, and the afterimage was in the air, and the killing skills of this set of swordsmanship had been exerted to the limit by Lawrence the Great.

Havana finally lowered his head, a self-deprecating smile curled into the corners of his mouth, and when he raised it again, his eyes had lost the slightest warmth.

The sword in his hand shook, and in the sonorous metal clashes, His Majesty Lawrence's long sword was directly swung away, and then, Havana's sword was swept across the air, striking, and stabbing directly!

This was Havana's first attack in this battle, and next to it, the red dragon had already stunned the three princes very simply, and he had two crumbling arrows stuck in his body.

This sword was just the most ordinary direct stab, Havana had already thought about how to change his moves after being blocked, but the sword broke through the sword curtain without hindrance, pierced into the body of Lawrence the Great, pierced the heart, and stabbed out from the opposite side.

Tick tock! Tick tock!

Blood dripped down the tip of the sword, echoing through the quiet hall.

Lawrence the Great looked down at the blade on his chest, then looked up again, and smiled at Havana, losing the majesty of the emperor of the past, leaving only the smile of a father looking at his son.

Havana was stunned, he instinctively let go, looked at his hands stained with blood donation, and then at his father, who could no longer support his body and fell to his knees, his face full of confusion and incomprehension.

"Why?"

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