In Lionheart City, a deep black castle that is far twice as high as the city wall is the well-known Lionheart Fort in the mainland, the style of the castle is very traditional, many scarlet wild patterns, and huge animal bone decorations, and it has long since gradually withdrawn from the historical stage with the passing of the prosperous era of Campas civilization.

The thick gate revealed a depressing aura, and in front of the door stood eight sculptural warriors, with a heavy helmet like the head of a kind of fierce beast on their heads, and a scarlet hideous mask on their faces, only a pair of calm eyes leaked out.

They were draped in heavy blood-red cloaks, and through the gaps in the cloaks, they could vaguely see the mottled armor and the outlines of the weapons under the cloaks.

Anyone who dares to approach the castle will immediately attract their fierce gaze.

Respectfully clenching their fists, the Rhine warriors who escorted the two Achilles back, bowed deeply from the heart, and turned away solemnly and silently.

Just a faint gaze made Xia Zuo's hair pierce all over his body, and he felt as if he had become a naked, powerless child, facing a majestic beast.

Achill, who had been arrogant all the way here, also lowered his head, not daring to make the slightest superfluous sound, motioned for Xia Zuo to follow, and walked quickly towards the castle.

"Those warriors are so strong, who are they?" Xia Zuo asked curiously, just after a short distance, his back was already completely soaked, the kind of breath that was not too powerful, but it was oppressive and could not breathe, even he felt uncomfortable.

The deep and majestic passage, one to the eight sculptural bodies completely disappeared. Only then did Achill let out a deep breath.

"Lionheart Legion, they are all warriors of Lionheart!" Achill wiped the sweat from his head, among these warriors standing at the pinnacle of the Rhine and even the entire Campas, each of them was extremely powerful and could even easily erase his strength, even if he was the heir of the Stuart family, he would never have the slightest disrespect for these powerful warriors.

Anyone who dares to be presumptuous in front of them has already fallen at their feet.

"Young Master, you're finally back, and Lord Xia Zuo, your lord is already waiting for you in the hall!" A well-dressed one. With neatly combed hair and a faint shrewd glint in his eyes, Fawkes walked up quickly and bowed.

The body is very strong, although the spirit is very good, it can be seen that he is just an old Fox without any cultivation.

Xia Zuo was slightly stunned, and then smiled faintly. This old butler of Fox said lightly. But there is an implicit threat. It had been less than three days since Achill sent back the message, and only a name had been sent back, and the other party had already checked his background very clearly.

"Thank you, Mr. Kosomo!" as he returned to Lionheart. The polite Archill seemed to have changed in an instant, and shallow returned the salute to the old butler in front of him.

At the same time, he carefully passed the word to Xia Zuo with a vindictive spirit, "Kosomo has served as the housekeeper of the family for ten consecutive terms, the old man believes in him very much, he is seen as weak, and the old man will ask for his opinion on many decisions of the family!"

Xia Zuo nodded slightly, ten generations of stewards, that is almost completely tied to the Stuart family, although the Fox family is notorious, but at the same time, a completely loyal Fox will make anyone in power laugh.

Led by Cosolo, the three of them walked through a wide arc-shaped passage to a huge banquet hall, far from the main banquet hall of Lionheart's castle, but half the size of a football field.

Compared with the quaint and oppressive castle, the furnishings of the banquet room are more rugged, and unlike the luxurious decoration of the human aristocracy, the furnishings in the banquet hall are simple, the tables are made of volcanic steel and stone, and under the dancing candlelight, shimmering with a faint dark light.

The seats are not luxuriously carved wooden chairs, but are all carved out of black boulders, heavy tables, and heavy chairs.

The scarlet carpet is like walking on dripping blood, and the whole room is full of heavy breath and blood, especially all the decorations in the hall are broken huge armor and mottled weapons, and the breath of slaughter makes people feel like they are in a bloody battlefield.

At the end of the hall, on a half-man-high platform, there was a huge seat, and the huge backrest was a huge lion made of gold, surrounded by a dense thunderbolt, roaring at the cloudy sky.

In front of the lion sat a middle-aged Rhine man with blond hair, tied in the hair with a golden headband, and the golden hair like the sun cast, outlining the unique outline of the Rhine.

Dressed in a black satin coat, half a head taller than Achill, being able to sit here, this person's identity is naturally self-evident.

After knowing what the Stuart family represented, Xia Zuo was curious about what kind of person Archer's father, the leader of the Rhine clan, would be.

But when the other party actually appeared in front of him, it was completely different from what he imagined, and even completely different from any orc he had ever seen before.

There are seven or eight points of imagination with Achill, but some traces of time add more flavor, and the majestic three-dimensional irrelevance exudes a superior breath from the inside out.

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, there was no majestic domineering or cold murderous aura that Xia Zuo thought about at all, but it was extremely peaceful, peaceful like a calm blue lake like a mirror, quiet and peaceful, as if Xia Zuo was not a powerful warrior in charge of the Rhine tribe now, but an old man living in seclusion in the mountains.

"Father, I'm back!" said Achill as he stepped forward and hugged the middle-aged man.

Xia Zuo also stepped forward quickly at the same time, and saluted respectfully, "Xia Zuo Saiya, I have seen the Lionheart King!"

King Lionheart is the title of the patriarch of Stuart's family, and is one of the two royal families in the Campas Empire, in addition to the Beamon royal family.

Although calm and ordinary is like facing an ordinary person without any breath, but Xia Zuo is more careful in his heart, the Lionheart King is naturally not an ordinary person, this feeling of not being able to touch the details at all is even more terrifying, although the momentum is not reduced in the slightest, but it is the most terrifying person Xia Zuo has ever seen.

A flash of joy flashed in his eyes, and the Lionheart stood up and hugged Arcier fiercely, the terrifying power of his arms made Xia Zuo hear a faint click in an instant, and Achill struggled and was about to step on the soles of the Lionheart's feet.

The Lionheart King was obviously a little stunned by the improvement of Achill's strength, and let out a slight surprise, but with a pair of solid arms slightly exerting force, Achill's whole body stiffened, and the giant axe behind his back fell into the hands of the Lionheart King silently, and he smiled very gratifyingly, "Very good, I know everything this time, although I messed around a little, but I did it well!"

His eyes looked at Xia Zuo, and for a moment Xia Zuo felt as if he had been thoroughly seen through by that calm gaze, and Xia Zuo was deeply happy before he stood up straight under the eyes of the Lionheart, raising his head and looking directly into the eyes of the Lionheart.

"You're very good!" King Lionheart nodded appreciatively, "You did a very good job in the Gravel Wasteland, at your age, to be able to have such strength, if it weren't for your beast emblem, I would almost never think you were a Munk!"

You must know that Achill, as the heir of the Stuart family, has been cultivated by the Stuart family's strong financial and material resources since he was a child, and even he and countless strong people have been carefully taught, so he has such strength at such an age, but for him, Xia Zuo, who suddenly appeared, not only has a strange origin, but also has an incredibly high talent.

Even him, at Xia Zuo's age, he is definitely far from having the strength he has now, "This time in the ice field, there are more of you, if it weren't for you, Archill would probably have been difficult to face Brigitte this time!"

"What do you mean, old man, even if I didn't have Xia Zuo, I would definitely be able to defeat that crazy woman Brigitte myself, okay!" Achill exclaimed with a frown of his nose, but under the Lionheart's faint smile, Achill's tone became lower and lower, and finally he lost confidence at all.

"The Lionheart King has won the award, Xia Zuo still has a lot to learn!" Xia Zuo didn't dare to look like Arciel in front of the Lionheart King, and he had maintained a very respectful appearance for a long time.

"You two are really bold enough this time, you dare to calculate the Golden Fighter, if it weren't for the strength of the Berserker clan, none of you would be able to come back from the polar ice field this time, the strength of the Golden Fighter is not something you can provoke now!" said the Lionheart with a faint smile, although the two of them didn't say anything, but they already knew everything.

"So what, that Golden Fighter doesn't even have a Golden Fighting Skill, and he didn't die at the hands of the two of us!" Archer said triumphantly with his head half-tilted, knowing that two Silver Fighters killed a Golden Fighter, even if it was a seriously injured Gold Fighter, if this matter was passed on, it would be enough to make the two of them famous.

"Golden fighting skills!" King Lionheart crowingly knocked on Archer's head, "If it were a golden fighter who knew gold fighting skills, you would have already become scum, where would you have the opportunity to do such a thing as splitting the golden fighter into corpses and tasting wolves!"

"Of course you want to destroy the corpses!!This is not what you taught me!" Achill's eyes widened instantly, making the Lionheart King, who maintained the majesty of an elder in front of Xia Zuo, embarrassed for a while, and then said with a sneer, "Have you forgotten what I have lived with you, the flesh and blood of the Golden Fighter are immortal, even if you chop up the taste wolf, those things will not disappear, as long as you put a little care into it, you can easily find it out!"

Looking at Xia Zuo's and the two of them's faces that turned white in an instant, a smile of relief flashed in the Lionheart's eyes, "Don't worry! I've already found someone to dispose of those things!" Remember, on this road, there is nothing you can't do, but you have to clean up!"

Looking at the smile that flashed on the Lionheart's face, which often appeared on Achill's face, Xia Zuo finally understood why in the arrogant Rhine clan, the Stuart family of the Rhine King would cultivate such a strange heir as Achill. (To be continued......)