The Grand Swordsman of Faqin, the Duke of Foster, these two titles may have a lot of weight in Midland, but their influence outside the empire is almost none. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info but coincidentally does not make a book: Pol Swordmaster had met this person once, and it was not a pleasant memory, but it left an indelible impression on him.

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Six years ago, at the forefront of the first North-South showdown.

The three kingdoms of Anteli, Harwich, and Aga formed an alliance and declared war on the Midland Empire with the help of foreign aid from Erikon, intending to strangle the rising new empire, and the Pole Juggernaut was entrusted with the task of being the commander of the Anteli army. Under the indiscriminate bombardment of the magic of the Eriken mage troops, the Midland army, which had stretched an extremely long front, quickly retreated before it could assemble, and the coalition forces advanced step by step, and had already invaded the territory of the former Midland Kingdom.

An army of 200,000 surrounded the last Midland military fortress in the line of attack, and breached it so that the coalition forces could drive straight to the city of Winvi for a decisive battle with the Imperial forces that were finally assembled there.

The night before the armistice, the coalition battalion.

It is an unspoken rule in this world to use the strong as the commander of the army, and there are a total of seven Sword Masters and four Holy Magisters from Eriken and the northern countries in the big tent, including Pol himself.

Even the strongest are of limited use on the battlefield of thousands of troops, but there are several advantages to using them as army commanders: first, there is no need to worry about the commander being easily taken by the enemy in the crowd of thousands of troops and causing the army to collapse, and at the same time, the fact that "led by the strong" is also quite helpful for the morale of the soldiers. Of course, there are also shortcomings: it is obviously too much to require these people to be both strong and good at leading troops to fight. Therefore, most of these Sword Masters and Holy Demon Masters are just in name, and the specific command matters are basically handed over to the deputies, staff officers, and staff, and they are only responsible for the final decision and decision.

At this moment, the big guys who hold the command of the coalition forces are discussing the siege battle for the next day, with the support of the mage troops, it is only a matter of time before the fortress is captured, and Midland has no intention of holding this small city. Insisting on not abandoning the city is just to buy time for the army that wants to gather for the last line of defense in the imperial capital...... The commanders of the armies of the various countries discussed for a moment, turned to how to share the fruits of victory after victory, reluctantly solved the problem, and began to bet on whether the Emperor of Midland would make a final resistance with the high walls of the capital after taking the city, or obediently surrender to save himself.

At this moment, the black-haired man walked in through the door of the big tent.

"Sorry to interrupt. First of all, introduce yourself, Fatin Gauder Foster, Duke of Upper Winvy. As if there was no one around, the man spoke to himself: "It doesn't matter that some of you don't know me...... Just know that you can reach my fiefdom a few dozen miles south. Personally, I welcome you to visit, but I can't accept guests with troops...... So, now I'd like to talk to you. ”

There was silence in the tent, and everyone was baffled by this sudden appearance: a Midland nobleman, like wandering around his back garden, lifted the curtain and walked into the anti-Mi coalition commander's tent, claiming to negotiate?

What are you kidding, the two armies are not going to fight, and the coalition forces do not intend to violate this rule at the risk of the world's condemnation, but it must be reported in advance, and they will come over to negotiate without saying hello, how can there be such a thing!

What's more, even if the coalition forces were notified in advance, they would not accept negotiations at this moment - although the negotiations were based on lip service, the confidence and capital were to be fought, and although the coalition forces won one after another, they had so far only driven the Midland army back to the territory of the original kingdom, and had not yet fought a war of annihilation and achieved any decisive results...... Even if they want to talk, they will have to talk about the last fortress before the coalition forces break through the enemy capital, and when the troops are outside the city of Winway. At that time, wouldn't it be beautiful to put forward conditions as much as you want.

The proposal was ridiculous, but no one laughed, since this guy who claimed to be the Duke of Shangwenwei was able to break into the garrison of the 200,000-strong army like no one, and came to the double-digit Sword Saint and Holy Demon Master with a relaxed demeanor, his strength should not be underestimated.

What's worse is that now everyone in the tent can't move, and the air seems to be frozen.

It is an irrefutable truth that saint-level powerhouses do not have parallel goods, and everyone present is a person who has experienced a hundred battles and has extensive knowledge...... They all admit this: there are definitely hidden powerhouses in the world whose strength far surpasses them but they disdain the title, and in the no-man's land where the energy is rich and there is a surge of magic power at all times, there are countless super demonic beasts that are incomparably powerful and even saint-level powerhouses dare not easily challenge.

But no matter how terrifying the existence is, if it is just a single person, the seven Sword Saints and the four Holy Demon Masters can definitely chop off as easily as chopping melons and vegetables regardless of their faces.

But the mysterious man in front of him made everyone present dare not move!

Pol's heart turned sharply, and he quickly realized that he had made a mistake in his previous judgment: of course there was such a thing as momentum, but even if a sword master used all his strength to urge his fighting energy, it was impossible to make an ordinary person really frightened and unable to move-he was not so frightened that he did not dare to move, but he really couldn't move, every inch of muscle in his body could not move, and every bit of fighting energy in his body was so sluggish that he almost stopped circulating, and only his breathing and heartbeat continued.

There is no such magic at all, what kind of magic is this?

"The coalition forces immediately ceased war with the Empire, and each returned to his own home, and was not allowed to come again for a short time. I don't love a country, but I don't want my children to be slaves at a young age, and as a lord, I can't accept that my fiefs and tenants are threatened by hundreds of thousands of troops. Ignoring everyone's gaze, the man slowly uttered his demand: "So I can only grieve you - it may not be fair, and in return I guarantee the safety and dignity of the allied forces during their withdrawal, and I will never interfere again in the next war." ”

No one answered, more precisely, no one could open their mouths.

"That's all for the request, I guess I didn't go to the wrong tent. I'll give you a day, and you'll have to sign the peace agreement with the Imperial officials in the city, but if anyone is still here the night after tomorrow, you don't have to leave. The man finished singing a one-man show with a blank face, and then simply said goodbye, "Farewell!"

The shortest "negotiation" in human history began abruptly and ended quickly, and as the mysterious man stepped out of the tent, the immobile pressure on everyone's body suddenly lightened. With a roar of rage, accompanied by the fluctuation of fighting qi that almost toppled the roof of the tent, the head of the three major sword saints from Ericon, the Clermont Sword Saint who was recognized as the strongest in the audience, burst out of his seat and rushed to the door of the tent, desperate to give this arrogant man a little color!

The strength displayed by the Ericon Sword Saint made the strong people of the same level present look sideways, but there was no expected sound of fierce battle outside the tent, and before the other people who were hesitating to do it together could react, the Clermont Sword Saint flew back along the same path - sitting back in the original chair without any difference, neatly dressed and unharmed, and he didn't even shake the chair under him, his overwhelming fighting spirit just now seemed to be just an illusion of everyone, but his face turned pale and his face was dull, and his dignity and self-confidence as a strong man had been destroyed to nothing.

Pol immediately woke up: the man could have kept them immobilized from beginning to end, but he deliberately let go of the suppression and gave Clermont a chance to make a move, in order to show everyone a corner of his strength as a deterrent.

The commanders of the armies of all the countries present left the camp of the besieging army that night and returned to China, and the temporary commander of the coalition forces also hastily signed the peace agreement the next day, and returned to Korea with the army in a daze, and the war subsided so quickly that the peace has lasted to this day.

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Bol Sword Master woke up from his memories, six years have passed, and his strength has already reached a higher level, but as he grows stronger, he can better understand what the kind of strength he faced that day means...... If the man wanted to be unfavorable to Antelli, where could he use such a tactic as assassinating the king?

Less than half of the entire Anteli people have probably heard of the Duke of Upper Winway, but his true strength may only be known to himself. In the absence of popularity, the surname Foster naturally has no deterrent effect. But in this way, Pol didn't suspect that the person in front of him was lying to himself: if it wasn't for the fact that he happened to bring someone to chase him this time, no matter what the child was, the Duke of Winway or the son of the Emperor Midland, under the effect of anger, I am afraid that if there is a slight resistance, the "suspected murderer" will be directly brought to justice on the spot.

A thousand thoughts in his mind quickly turned, and a terrifying thought came to Pol: if that man's son was really killed by Antelli's armed forces as a king's assassin, this kingdom, which had been guarded by him for many years and had tens of millions of people and hundreds of millions of people on the mainland, would probably be reduced to ashes under the wrath of the supreme.

If it is not a coincidence, then there must be someone else who wants to endanger Antelli, and that person, I am afraid that nine times out of ten it is the real mastermind behind the assassination of the king, this case must be investigated as soon as possible!

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