Chapter 476 Shot

The sound of "Bang Dang" and "Bang Dang" became one piece, and more than one nobleman dropped the wine glass in his hand in fright, and those who were still sitting jumped up in fright, and those who were already standing opened their mouths and could no longer make a sound. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info the hall suddenly fell silent, so silent that even a needle could be heard falling on the ground. One by one, the nobles stiffened their eyes and turned their eyes to the inconspicuous gray-haired old servant beside the Marquis of Crilos.

When the old servant took the unsharpened sword handed over by the Marquis of Crilos, his momentum changed suddenly, and he was no longer an ordinary old man who was ignored. The Marquis of Crelos was still standing in the middle of the hall smiling, but at this moment he was no longer the focus of everyone's attention. Because the inconspicuous old man beside him suddenly turned into a behemoth, a giant phantom. Although he was not as tall and heroic as the Marquis of Crilos, in the eyes of all the nobles present, he had become an unattainable existence.

Master Magroot, also known as the Storm Sword Saint, held the handle of the sword in his right hand, and gently danced a sword flower in the air, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. But the nobles present were almost suffocating in despair, because they all felt that everyone in the entire hall seemed to have fallen into the control of the Storm Sword Saint, it was an indescribable feeling, and in the hearts of all the nobles in the main hall, there was a feeling of incomparable, people are swordsmen, I am fish and meat, and life and death are controlled by human hands......

The Grand Duke of Fisabrun stood by Lorliste's side, because of his identity, or because His Royal Highness wanted to use him to suppress the Norton family, so he arranged his seat at the head of Lorlist. But at this moment, the two were standing together, and Lorist was very keenly aware that the old man's body was trembling slightly. Strange, it seems that the higher the level of the Great Sword Master, the stronger the sense of invisible coercion from the Sword Master, Reddy's legs behind him are also trembling, and Genorio is panicked, but why doesn't he feel anything?

"Really, what a Storm Sword Master...... Dead, dead......" Archduke Fisabrun was not only trembling but also babbling at this moment.

Is it really that terrifying?" Lorist narrowed his eyes, trying to suppress the strong desire to fight in his heart, and tried to look at the Storm Sword Master with a very calm look. Just after the Marquis of Crelos called the identity of the Storm Sword Saint and handed his sword to the Master Magroot, Lorist suddenly found that a strong desire to fight arose in his heart, just like a hungry black bear smelling the sweetness of honey, it was an irrepressible desire to fight, and he really wanted to draw his sword and rush out to fight this Storm Sword Saint in a happy battle......

The Storm Sword Saint stood there, the long sword in his right hand trembled slightly in the air, it was an extremely mysterious rhythm, everything was in silence, he stood there very calmly, playing with the long sword in his hand, with a kind of confidence that the life and death of everyone in the hall were determined by his sword. Regardless of the level of status, whether it is the cultivation of the Great Sword Master or not, at this moment, in the eyes of the nobles of the kingdom, the Storm Sword Saint is an incomparably majestic mountain standing in front of them, a giant standing in front of a group of ants......

In Lorist's eyes, the Tempest Juggernaut was certainly not a giant as other nobles felt. The old man is still an old man, but his figure is like wind and fog, so that Lorist can't be sure of his real existence, and his gestures are self-contained, separated from the entire hall space but above it.

He was standing beside the Marquis de Crélori, very naturally and casually, casually. It seems that his body is full of flaws, which can be broken with a sword, but Lorist found that when he simulated attacking those flaws in his mind, those flaws would turn into bottomless traps and engulf himself. For a moment, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Lorist's forehead.

While suppressing the strong desire in his heart, Lorist had a strong sense of excitement in his heart, a feeling of being unsure but extremely eager for a challenge. Lorist suddenly realized, maybe this was the opportunity he had been looking forward to for a long time to break through the bottleneck of cultivation. When Grand Duke Fisabrun, a third-level great swordsman, couldn't take his own hundred moves in the sword duel practice, then only the duel with the Sword Master could make his cultivation go further......

"Your Majesty, I don't think you will refuse an invitation from a Blademaster. The Business Alliance cordially invites His Majesty and your Excellency to come to the city of Morente for a pleasant and relaxing time, and when the peace agreement is signed, you can return to your family domain. The Marquis of Crilos still had an elegant smile on his face and an impeccable demeanor. It's just that his smile looks so hateful and cruel in the eyes of the nobles of the kingdom, like a demon playing with the little white rabbit that has fallen into its trap, making people want to smash it with a punch.

His Royal Highness's face was pale, and his body was also trembling, but his answer was very resolute: "I would rather die under the sword of the Sword Master than go back with you!

The elegant smile on the face of the Marquis of Crilos suddenly disappeared, and his whole face became hideous: "Hehe, you want to die? Your Majesty, do you think that in the hands of the Juggernaut, your life and death are up to you? If you resist, Master Magroot will not take your life, but he will break your limbs, remove your jaw, and escort you back in a ragged wagon. Perhaps your Majesty thinks it is more decent to enter the city of Morent in a ragged car like a thief, then I will surely grant you this little wish......

Well, it turns out that His Royal Highness is also preparing to strip the Marquis of Crilos naked, apply honey to him and glue feathers on him, which is the custom of some places on the continent of Gelinthia to treat captured crooks. Now the Marquis of Crylos said that the second highness broke his limbs, unloaded his chin and loaded it into a ragged car, which was the treatment of captured bandits and horse bandits. These two are very considerate and set up courtesies for each other that are very in line with their respective identities.

"I admit that I am not the opponent of the Sword Master, but can the Sword Master stop me from committing suicide?" The Second Highness pulled out his sword with a "Zheng" sound and placed it across his neck. He showed his determination not to die and not to be taken to the city of Moriente to be humiliated.

"No, don't, Your Majesty! Your Majesty stops......" At this time, the nobles of the kingdom in the main hall came back to their senses, and they couldn't care about the threat of the Sword Saint, and they rushed forward to stop the impulse of the Second Highness, and even a few angry nobles pulled out their swords to block in front of the Second Highness.

There is no way, if his majesty the king is forced to commit suicide by the sword saint in front of everyone, this matter will become a lifelong shame for all the nobles of the kingdom present, and the nobles of the kingdom present might as well jump into the river together. It is a matter of family name and reputation, even if it is in front of the Sword Saint, then it is not a big deal to fight to the death and not be humiliated, but it will leave a good reputation for the family as a heroic escort and heroic and unyielding.

"Bang bang," the Marquis of Crilos clapped his hands, "I greatly admire Your Majesty's determination and courage to kill yourself rather than be humiliated, as well as your lordship's determination to stop in front of the Sword Master and prepare for a heroic sacrifice. But I have to remind Your Majesty and your Excellency, do you really believe that Your Majesty can carry out suicide within the realm of the Juggernaut Master? And my lords, do you think you can withstand the Shoggernaut Master's casual blow?"

The Marquis of Crilos shook his head gently: "Your Majesty, don't play, you should obediently follow me on the road to Moriente City." I would love to leave a sense of dignity for your honorable majesty, and if your majesty insists on not obeying my kindness, he really breaks his hands and feet to remove his chin and put it in the ragged car, which will only make your majesty even more embarrassed.

And my lords, please also advise Your Majesty. Your Majesty, we must be brought to the city of Moriente alive, because we don't want to be a king-killer, so his life is guaranteed. As for you nobles of the kingdom, we don't care much about one more or less. I hope that you will be aware of the current affairs and advise your Majesty that time is running out. ”

Well, what do you mean, why is it that time is running out? Just as everyone was thinking about the meaning of why the Marquis of Crelos said this, a "woo" alarm horn sounded from afar.

Soon, a sound of horses' hooves approached quickly, and stopped in front of the big tent, and then a royal guard hurriedly crashed into the big tent, and didn't look at the strange situation in the big tent, he knelt down on one knee and bowed his head to report: "Report to Your Majesty, the business alliance suddenly dispatched a large army and launched an attack on our military camp station, and about 100,000 horses and horses along the way are attacking our White Lion Legion." The two White Lion Corps deployed in the forward position are about to collapse at the touch of a button, please make a decision quickly, uh......"

The royal guard who reported the news finally noticed that something was wrong in the hall, and jumped up and was about to shout loudly, when a little starlight suddenly flashed in the air, which accurately sank into his throat. The royal guard grabbed himself by the throat and threw himself on the ground, kicking his feet twice and not moving. Master Magroot, the Storm Sword Saint, remained silent, standing beside the Marquis of Crelos, as if the death of the royal guard behind him had nothing to do with him.

His Royal Highness's face was pale, and the whole person took two steps back, and sat on the throne with a slump. Even the long sword in his hand that lay across his neck hung down. As a great swordsman, and having watched the royal family's written archives about the Sword Saint, he naturally knew that what the Marquis of Crylos said was right, he was less than six meters away from the Storm Sword Saint, and such a distance was within the realm of the Sword Saint, as long as the Storm Sword Saint opened the domain, it would be difficult for him to really want to commit suicide......

And the news reported by the dead royal guard made His Royal Highness full of despair, it was all over, and the million-strong army was about to be wiped out. The business alliance has set a complete trap for his million army near the border, no wonder he has been increasing his troops some time ago, he thought that they were afraid of the strong strength of the million army, but he didn't expect that the business alliance's idea was to destroy his million army in a war, and since then the Andinac kingdom has no power to pose a threat to the business alliance......

Two tears came from the corner of the eyes of the Second Highness, and at this moment, the Second Highness really wanted to die on the battlefield, even if he died, he would die like a heroic king. But he couldn't do anything, the Storm Sword Saint was standing in front of him, and he couldn't even decide his life and death. No matter how much he regrets it, he can't save the situation in front of him, and His Royal Highness hates his arrogance and arrogance in his heart, thinking that the million army is bound to force the business alliance to bow down, but now he has not only lost himself, but also the million army......

All the nobles of the kingdom were convinced of the prospect outlined by His Royal Highness, and used a million troops to force the merchant alliance to sign a peace agreement with a million troops on the border, and they did not even need to fight, but only intimidated to achieve their goals. Therefore, everyone accompanied the Second Highness to feast and have fun, and no one was vigilant and guarded against the reaction of the business alliance.

It's all over, His Royal Highness looked up at the decoration on the top of the hall in a daze, it's ridiculous, it took so much thought and painstaking planning in exchange for the ending of the prisoner. What if there is an army of millions, the Business Alliance has sent a Sword Saint to control the life and death of all the nobles of the kingdom in the main hall, which almost wiped out the elite nobles of the kingdom. Not to mention that the millions of dragons have no leader and have lost their command, take the few white lion legions under their command as an example, they have been tossed by themselves for the past few days and have been very tired without rest, and now they are attacked by the army of the commercial alliance, and the result can be imagined, the million army that has lost its command and resistance is like a bubble, and it is an empty ......

"Your Majesty, I think we should not be rubbed off, now that the sky is just right, it is better to go to Morent City as soon as possible......"

The urging of the hateful Marquis of Crelos was heard in his ears again, but His Royal Highness was disheartened and did not react, and sat down on the throne like a log.

"Alas, there are some people who just toast and don't eat and drink. Marquis Crelos let out a long sigh and turned to bow to the Storm Sword Saint beside him: "Master Magroot, it seems that I am going to trouble you. ”

The Storm Sword Saint bowed slightly, didn't say a word, and swept his eyes, and the nobles of the kingdom who stopped in front of the throne platform where His Second Highness was located automatically flashed to both sides, leaving a two-meter-wide avenue in the middle. The Storm Sword Saint snorted from his nose and walked towards the Second Highness.

Just after taking two steps, the Storm Sword Master stood up again. Because a kingdom nobleman suddenly flashed in front of him, standing in front of the Storm Sword Saint with a calm demeanor, there was no other kingdom nobleman who was trembling and afraid in the face of the Storm Sword Saint. And his hand was on the handle of the sword, and he was slowly drawing the sword out of its sheath inch by inch......

"Who are you, how dare you draw your sword in front of Master Magroot!" said the Marquis of Crilos in a furious voice.

"Hehe, I'm Norton Lorlist, the Grand Duke of the Northlands who your business alliance wants to publicly judge and punish the entire clan. It seems that our majesty introduced us before the banquet began, and it seems that your envoy is very forgetful, or that your envoy does not take a little person like me to heart at all. ”

Lorist replied casually to the Marquis of Crelos, but his eyes were fixed on the Storm Swordmaster. The two were three meters apart, and for the first time, a solemn and confused look appeared on the calm face of the Storm Sword Saint, and his eyes stared at Lorist in disbelief......

With a sword roar, Lorist finally unsheathed his long sword, and then he smiled at the Storm Sword Saint, and in an instant, the entire hall suddenly became blood-red and blood-red, and everything, whether it was a person or a thing, was covered with a layer of dazzling red blood.

The Storm Sword Saint's face changed drastically, and the whole person retreated backwards, making a sound for the first time. The slightly hoarse scream was deafening: "Realm! You, you are also a Sword Saint?"

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