Fechma won, and a new star was born for the Isenhard family. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And the gold content of this victory can be said to be much higher than Zhang Long's: the strength to win the decent Makqin family's old gothic star and a little fluke to beat a new generation of stars who do not play cards according to common sense, which is more brilliant, a discerning person can know at a glance.

The triumphant barbarian was greeted heroically, and Kaison led the brothers to congratulate him, and Lucas was the first to treat the wound on his flank. Fecma was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth, laughed loudly, and said something like a little injury that was not worth mentioning, and the style of the star had already begun to take shape.

Zhang Long was still thinking about it, but he was also heartily happy for his brother's achievements. At this moment, the champion didn't know when he walked behind him and whispered, "Zhang Long, please do something. 」

"Ah, please say ......" Zhang Long hurriedly agreed.

"Fiquema has done a great job, and if nothing else, sooner or later the championship will be his. Ricksat was amazed and said, "If I am unfortunate enough to die this time, please help him realize this dream!"

Zhang Long shook his head again and again: "How come, senior, don't think badly, you are the champion of Wasam, you are already superior in strength, plus the equipment given to you by the earl and the coach, you will definitely win!"

A wry smile tugged at the corner of Rixat's mouth, "No, you think too highly of me. Did you see how Fetsuma won the match just now?"

Zhang Long nodded. Even if you have been punished for thinking about it, you still have to watch it when you play, after all, watching other people's battles is also an important way to improve yourself. Fechman's pure and terrifying power is indeed very commendable, and it can be said that Hans did not lose unjustly at all.

"Then you should be able to see that in the face of absolute superiority, defensive players have no chance!" Ricksat sighed and said in a low voice, "Hans is a very good Gothic gladiator, there is no problem with his skills, and his strength in losing to Fetsuma is too amazing, far beyond the capacity of his body and shield. The essence of Gothic is to balance offense and defense, and if the defense is wasted, it is equivalent to losing half of the combat power. And what about me? You should know better than anyone that the vast majority of the combat power of the classical style comes from defense and counterattack, and without defense, where is the counterattack?"

The champion paused, then continued, "The difference in strength between me and the sheep-headed man is far greater than that of Hans and Fechma, and even if my master rebuilt my shield, my arm would not be able to carry it. Even with better swords and boots, I'm afraid this battle will be more than lucky, if that's the case, do you want the future of the family to fall to someone like Glintys? That guy is stubborn, no one has anyone in his eyes, the brothers are afraid of him instead of respecting him, and if he becomes a champion, the family will not think about unity. So, in the event of my misfortune, please be sure to support Fiquema! I will explain to the coach, and the work of the brothers will be entrusted to you. 」

Ricksart's sincere entrustment made Zhang Long unable to refuse at all, but he still hoped that Ricksat would not have an accident, after all, interpersonal relationships have never been what he is good at, and assisting Fitsuma in her comprehensive rise is really a difficult task. But as Ricksat said, Grentis is not fit to be the signature chief of the Isenhard family, neither in appearance nor in character, he cannot carry this heavy responsibility. What's more, if Rixat really dies in battle, then it will be inevitable that Fetsuma will compete with Glentis for the position of head of the family sooner or later, and they will not like each other in the first place. So even if it's not for the family, for the sake of good brothers, you have to fulfill the champion's entrustment!

Thinking of this, Zhang Long nodded solemnly. Ricksat then showed a look of relief, and finally returned to the brothers to celebrate Fitrama's milestone victory, but there was more meaningful affection in his eyes than others, and Fitsuma's coarseness was naturally invisible.

Looking at the VIP seat again, Makqin's old face has turned into the color of pig liver. Since the former champion Chacher was axed down by Ricksart, the family's prestige has plummeted, not to mention the ups and downs. Having a champion is the loudest golden sign for a trainer, and a champion is worth ten ordinary stars! Over the past few days, the fighting spirit of those ordinary stars under him has become more and more sluggish, and it is not easy to promote a Hans, and today he was so sadly killed, which is simply worse. Fortunately, the new soldier is quite competitive, and he looks good to win, and his popularity is also full, so dig it well, it should be the material for the champion...... Of course, it all depends on tomorrow's battle, and whether Rixat can be slaughtered by the sheep-headed man.

Thinking of this, the corners of Ma Qin's mouth rose evilly, revealing a fierce smile. He looked back at Esenhard, who was calm and relaxed, and cursed secretly through gritted teeth: "Ungrateful thing, I have cultivated you to be a god of war, but you have turned against me! But with your little deeds, how can you shake the foundation that I have worked hard to build for many years? Wait and see, tomorrow will let you also taste the taste of losing the championship!"

After a few more thrilling battles, dusk finally fell over Wassam, and the second day of the game was over. The audience left unsatisfied, and some fanatical fans even slept directly on the floors in the stands, and the bustling scene was not lively. Accompanied by Thor and Black and White, Esenhard descended from the VIP seat and walked through the cloister inside the arena to visit the brethren in the rest area. When I walked around the corner, I was suddenly stopped by a Cangsang voice.

"Master Esenhard, please stay. 」

The group of four turned their heads to look, but it was an old man in a black robe, accompanied by several powerful retinues, who had come from afar from the royal capital Tristram, the director of the Royal Archives of Candras, and the scholar of Liszt himself!

Esenhard and Thor hurriedly bowed, and Liszt smiled and said kindly, "I really didn't expect that the former god of war was also first-class in running the training ground. The Running Sea Festival Ceremony can be described as a gathering of masters, but your family has maintained an undefeated record for two consecutive days, which is really proud!"

Isenhard humbly said, "Where, where, only a small contribution is made for the glory of Wasam and Candras. He knew very well that Liszt's position was not trivial, and if he could be taken into account, the future of the family would not be worried!

"Good, good. I hope tomorrow's battle will give me a glimpse of the champion's blade sheep-headed man!" Liszt left this sentence, and turned away, leaving the four masters and servants standing there in confusion, not knowing what the meaning behind this sentence was.

"Thor, what do you think?" waited for Liszt and the others to walk away, before Esenhard turned his head and asked.

Thor frowned and thought for a moment, and replied, "Maybe it's a reminder, maybe it's ...... It's a warning. We'd better send Haysan to inquire tonight. 」

"But...... He's got a game tomorrow morning. Isenhard was worried.

"The battle is much more important than the victory or defeat of Haishan," Saul analyzed, "and with Haishan's strength and the level of his opponent, there should be no need to worry. 」

Isenhard was a little relieved at this time, and continued to walk with the three of them, to the resting area that was full of people. The brothers were enjoying a sumptuous dinner in the arena, and the cheers were thunderous. When the sharp-eyed brothers saw their master's presence, they shouted for warning, and the gladiators immediately stood up from the table with their brushes brushed, turned to face their master, and stood with their heads held high.

"Haha, brethren have worked hard, no need to be polite, go on, go on!" said Isenhard, grabbing a glass of ale from the table, which had been half drunk by one of the brothers, and drinking it all, to the applause of the great applause: what a great honor it is for the master not only to be worthy of their brothers, but also to drink in the same cup! And when not many people paid attention, Sol walked up to Hassan's side alone and whispered a few words to him, Hasan nodded and immediately took the order, Sol nodded silently, turned around and went back to Isenhard to have fun with the brothers for a while, and then left together, ready to go back to the VIP private room arranged for them in the arena to wait for further news.