"My honorable young lady, we are honored by your concern, and we respect your opinion because you are the distinguished guest of His Royal Highness the Holy Crown Prince. ”

After a brief silence, the leader of the Kings gracefully saluted, breaking the silence. After a slight pause, his voice began to grow heavy, taking on an air of contest.

"But I also have to point out that we Kingskeepers have the way they behave, we are the swords of Imperial glory, and we will be quiet when we need it. This is the ritual of the Empire, this is the great holy war of the Imperial Court, and in this sacred ceremony, no one else can command us except His Royal Highness the Crown Prince! I think our noble lady should understand all this, won't she?"

A heavy voice echoed in the air, and a stern sword lurked in the humble tone. The champion leader of the golden armor looked at the man known as Miss, and the eyes under his visor seemed to turn to solidified steel. The royal champions of the Imperial Court have a high pride in their self-esteem, and they cannot tolerate anyone who dictates to them except for the Emperor and the Prince.

"I don't care what you think, because I have all the best intentions. I don't like fragile people, because fragile people will only become prey to chaos and dark spirits, and fragility is not only in the human body, but also in everyone's heart. You have not experienced the trials of the White Tower, and you may not understand my words. ”

The White Eagle's Guardian replied to the proud champions in unceremonious words, her every word like a glittering sword. In fact, this mysterious uninvited guest was not human, but a beautiful elf dressed in white, whose brilliance almost blinded the eyes of humans, but whose voice was as cold as frost.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, has your noble trials, but the champions of the Empire have tried them with the flames of war. Every champion of the Holy Court has the glory of fighting in the sea of corpses and blood, and they are willing to draw their swords for this glory condensed by blood. Because the dignity of the Holy Griffin Knight is not to be insulted. ”

The champion leader of the Golden Armor lifted his visor, revealing a weather-beaten old face. A massive scar crossed his left eye like the claws of a beast, and his voice was filled with angry fire, and the joints under his gloves clicked. Almost instantly, a solemn Sigmar Holy Seal of Emerald rose like flames behind him and the griffin, casting a stirring splash of color on his steely cheeks.

"I know that human knights love glorious fame and ridiculous duels, but any fame is insignificant to me. I soar between heaven and earth without being constrained by others, not even the commands of the White Tower of Hoth, nor do I wish to draw my sword from you, for my sword loves nothing but the blood of chaos and the dark spirits. But anyone who dares to attack me will die, regardless of their title or title. ”

The White Eagle's Emperor gently brushed her white gold hair, and the long pale golden hair fluttered like glittering silk under the blue sky. She was very beautiful, with a tall figure and a delicate countenance, her big eyes as deep as black crystal shining with a haughty and solemn light, and her slender ears were raised high, like beautiful willow leaves in the wind. She wore no armor or jewelry, but a golden head ring tied to her forehead, and a plain white robe embroidered with cyan trim and the same long skirt set off her graceful figure in a noble style. A long sword with a spike of sword slung behind her back, without a scabbard, simply wrapped in azure silk, with a hint of mystery.

The air seemed to freeze suddenly, and a silent electric glow echoed between the griffin and the eagle. Although the voices of the champions and elves were very soft, the battle intent displayed could not be concealed in front of the strong, and many generals and high-ranking knights raised their heads, their faces with a complicated light. This is the field where the Imperial Army swears, and this is the occasion where His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is about to come, but this sacred occasion becomes awkward in an instant. Only the forest-like soldiers remained silent, and they could not feel the breath of the champions' fighting spirit.

"My good brother, it seems that there is a good show to watch now......"

Catherine leaned in gently, her eyes full of mischievous light. As a mid-level battle mage, she could feel the surging battle intent, so she immediately began to speak idly. All in all, the red-haired princess is a girl who likes to be hilarious and conflicting, and she wishes that something could happen every day when she can watch a play.

"Well, I feel strange too, what's going on? does the Giant Eagle Commander seem to have some contradiction with the champions?"

Hyde was also a little puzzled, although he had put away his perception domain, but the battle intent between the strong could not be concealed. In fact, this sudden confrontation could be said to be caused by Hyde's abruptness in a sense, but the young god was unaware of this.

"The man riding the giant eagle is Miss Aki, the great sword saint of the High Elves, whom Jessica has seen in battle. Jessica adores this sister!"

Unexpectedly, a sweet and wild voice answered Hyde before Catherine. A pair of furry ears leaned in, and warm cheeks approached the young god. This was Jessica, Midland's 10th champion, and at some point, she had gotten to Hyde's side, smiling and shaking her head.

"What a nasty little wolf, don't you know that it's a bad thing to interrupt someone's words, and I'm going to use this secret to sell my brother a secret!"

Catherine pursed her mouth angrily, and she looked at the smiling wolf beside Hyde with angry eyes, but she had no choice but to vent in a whisper. The red-haired princess of Tubaro understood how important the presence of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was, and even if she was not afraid of heaven and earth, she would not dare to make a fuss on such an occasion. The Holy Court is the ruler of the kingdoms of Tyrill, a symbol of the allegiance of all princes and governors, and no one dares to defy the majesty of the royal court, for the consequences of contempt are always tragic.

"Jessica can't help it! I don't think Her Royal Highness the Noble Princess will have anything to do with me! By the way, you know what? Miss Aki is said to be stronger than our noble Marshal Loeb, and no, maybe even stronger than our current No. 1 Champion, His Excellency Brown! This is Jessica's exclusive secret!"

The girl with the braid playfully stretched out a finger and waved it in front of the red-haired princess, making a gesture not to be loud. When it came to "Miss Aqi's strength", the scantily clad wolf-eared girl twisted her naked and toned waist, as if the whole person was about to be immersed in it. This Midland's tenth champion is a fanatical admirer of the strong, and Aki, who has unfathomable strength, is naturally a symbol of her vision.