Although this mature beauty was defenseless and defenseless, it made Yang Long feel a great wēixié, and subconsciously glanced at her jade-like plain hands, only to find that she was wearing a space ring.

Yang Long Yijing showed a posture of hurting people at any time, but the beautiful woman in front of him seemed to smile unabated.

This is not a good phenomenon, it only proves the self-confidence of this mature beauty, she is so strong that she does not need weapons and equipment, and she can retreat under Yang Long's attack".

"Captain Niaise!" Macriel exclaimed in horror as he glanced at the mature beauty.

Hearing Macrier's words, Yang Long's face turned pale, he looked the beautiful woman up and down again, and raised his guard with great attention, always on guard against an attack on Kěnéng.

The reason is that this woman standing in front of him is the first person in the kingdom of Stormgard who has the strength closest to the "pseudo-super rank" and has several inheritance secret techniques.

With Yang Long's current abilities, an ordinary top-level powerhouse, without being meticulous, Yijing would not be able to wēixié his life safely, so he would still launch an offensive mercilessly after Samuel Hawk's reinforcements appeared.

However, now the appearance of Niais has put Yang Long under pressure, and he is thinking about coping strategies in his mind, méiyoumǎshàng responds to the invitation of this mature beauty.

"Hehe, Mr. Grofe, is it?" Nièss nodded to Macriel, turned her gaze to Yang Long's face again, and asked with a smile, "Your decision is shime?"

"Ruguo me. Don't you want to?" Yang Long looked at Nies's eyes, raised his right hand and pointed at Samuel Hawke, and said word by word: "Ruguo I, or do I still want to kill that guy?"

Hearing Yang Long's words, the thieves who saved Samuel Hawke, and the guardian warriors who had just blocked Yang Long, they couldn't bear to be furious, but they forcibly held back their anger when Niaith raised her hand. just stared at Yang Long with hatred and released his murderous aura.

"Oops. Mr. Grofe, you really hold a grudge!" Nièss looked at Yang Long deeply, covered her mouth and laughed softly, it seemed that Yidiǎn didn't mind Yang Long's rudeness.

For Niès's moves. Yang Long méiyou any representation. Just looked at her faintly. The eyes are cold but resolute.

"What a boring man," laughed to herself, and after muttering as if complaining, Nièss smiled and nodded, "Ruguo, this is Mr. Grofe's decision." nàme, we won't stand in the way. ”

Raising his eyebrows unexpectedly, Yang Long said with some uncertainty: "You have done the master?"

"Of course!" Hearing Yang Long's question, Nièss put away her smile and replied seriously, "Hamon!"

The thief, who looked to be nearly 60 years old, looked at Nièss in some astonishment, waited for a few seconds before reacting, patted Samuel Hawk on the shoulder with a gloomy face, and jumped on the roof of a nearby building in a flash, indicating Ziji's position.

And the tenth-order high-ranking guardian warrior, obviously a little resistant, stood in place for a few seconds, and then left like a thief, but Turán asked loudly: "Lord Nièse, why are you nénggou?"

"Oslet!" Nièss snorted, her whole temperament suddenly changed, and a depressing killing intent suddenly enveloped her not tall body.

The right hand was raised quickly, and Niès's face was covered with ice, and she threw a punch into the air towards the guardian warrior more than ten meters away, covering her uneven and concave cloth, turán rippled at her right shoulder, and spread to the cuff of her right hand shirt like lightning.

Burst!

A visible ripple-like column of air emanated from Niaith's delicate fist, striking at the Guardian Warrior who was standing on the spot, crashing into the shield he had raised reflexively.

Boast!

With a loud bang, the shield in the guardian warrior's hand, which had been cut by Yang Long, was hit again, and it was immediately torn apart, and the guardian warrior himself was also instantly knocked away and smashed into a stone wall dozens of meters away.

"Poof" spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the commander of the Third Legion, the strength of the tenth-order upper rank, the guardian warrior Oslet, was severely injured under the blow of Niaith and fell unconscious on the spot.

Niaise's strength was undoubtedly highlighted at this moment, and after familiarizing himself with the Ranger Lord's log, Yang Long also saw that Niaith's blow to injure Oslet was one of the few "boxing" methods that could be performed with bare hands in the secret book of the guardian warrior's inheritance.

Niaith exhaled, her fierce temperament dissipated, and she turned into a harmless beauty again, and said to Yang Long with a smile: "Hehe, Mr. Grofe, no one will stop you now." ”

From Niais Turán bursting out to Oslette being knocked unconscious, it was only a few seconds of shijiān, and after witnessing all this with his own eyes, Yang Long's face was still cold and unnecessary.

Samuel Hawke, who was standing on the side, thought that Ziji would be spared when he was rescued at first, but now Niaith's actions undoubtedly poured a basin of ice water on his head, making him close his eyes in despair and wait for death.

Originally, after Niais appeared, Macriel, who was terrified, this shihou also looked at Yang Long in surprise, and his beautiful eyes were full of brilliance, not mingbái is a strong person like Shime Niais, he would rather abandon Samuel Hawke than take care of Yang Long's emotions.

However, Yang Long rushed forward to kill Samuel Hawk's life as he said, but instead put away his two-handed big sword, and said lightly to Niès: "I have changed my attention, take me to see your esteemed highness." ”

"Oh, hehe, thank you. Nièsa was not surprised, smiled, ignored the other subordinates, turned and walked towards the castle not far away.

Looking at Niais's bewitching back, Yang Long took a solemn breath, beckoned Xue Ni and Macriel to follow, and strode not far behind Niais, entering the entrance to the bottom floor of the castle.

As Macriel explains, Garin Torbain lived in the garrison of the First Legion. And now, the three of them, led by Niès, walked around unimpeded, and in a short time they came to the door of a hall about the size of a basketball court.

Niais Turán stopped, turned to look at Xue Ni and Macriel, frowned slightly, and said to Yang Long: "Mr. Grofe, His Majesty Garin is inside, are you..."

Xue Ni raised her little face and took a look, and when she saw Yang Long's expression, she directly ignored Niaise's existence, and stood beside Yang Long with an expressionless face, as if she had taken root under her feet.

Macriel was a little embarrassed, and after whispering a low voice, he turned around and wanted to go back, but was grabbed by Yang Long's hand, and after a few symbolic struggles, he stood beside Yang Long with a red face and hung his head and did not move.

"Open the door. Yang Long méiyou went to look at Macriel, but said indifferently.

"You... Alas, for the first time, a look of dissatisfaction appeared on Niaise's face, but in an instant it turned into helplessness, and after a faint sigh, she gently pushed open the door, revealing the scene in the hall.

As the ruler of the kingdom of Stormgard and now the only legitimate heir, the residence of Garin Torbain, there is no trace of a difāng befitting his status.

In the center of the hall was a huge sand table, on one side of which were dozens of wooden chairs, and on the other side of the wall, there were three magic maps of different sizes, marked with red, green, and green points of light for secret techniques.

More than a dozen professionals, dressed in various armor and ranging in appearance from twenty to sixty years old, sat or stood around the hall, each arguing with their companions, jinháng jiliè.

This is not so much the king's palace as a headquarters.

When Niaise pushed open the door and entered, most of the people in the hall turned a deaf ear, and a small number of people just turned their heads and glanced at them, and continued their arguments and topics, not caring about Yang Long and other unfamiliar faces.

The only person who reacted was a man standing with his back to the gate and looking down in front of the sand table, this man was about 1.9 meters tall, well-proportioned but not thin, with short slightly curly blond hair, which set off his handsome and extraordinary face with extraordinary majesty.

This man is none other than Garin Tolbain.

After hearing the sound of the door opening and Niès's lazy steps, Garin Torbain woke up from his thoughts and turned to face Yang Long and the others, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Your Majesty, I have invited Mr. Grovefe here. Niès's face no longer had the same smile as before, but a faint sense of attachment.

With Yang Long's eyesight, he could very clearly identify that there must be some unknown intersection between Nièss and the kingdom in front of him.

"Thank you, Ni!" A smile bloomed on the corner of Garin Torbain's mouth, and he stepped forward and gave Niath a gentle hug, and then said gently, "I am not the king, and Brother Danas is the first heir." ”

However, Nièss didn't seem to care about Garin Torbain's words, and after shrugging her shoulders, she stepped aside and let Yang Long and the others behind her out.

And Garin Torbain's gaze was also just right, glancing at Yang Long and the others for a moment, which would not make people feel impolite, and expressed enough attention.

And Garin Tor Bane, when he looked at Xue Ni and Macriel, he didn't show even a trace of disdain because of their low strength.

It's just such a small detail that completely embodies the aristocratic etiquette of this king. (To be continued.) )