"Of course you'll be glad that if I came to the appointment alone, I'd now be a ghost under the sword of the Praetorian Guards!" Khattar replied with a sneer.

"I didn't expect you to think of me like that, ...... Khattar," the king said with a sigh.

"But that's what you do, isn't it? My father? Khattar's expression suddenly turned cold, and he stared at the extremely old Bazel who was sitting on the throne in front of him, and asked in a loud voice.

"Why Harold? What am I inferior to that piece of waste that is good for nothing but to please the church? ”

"Answer me, father!" Hattar gritted his teeth and roared, his eyes widening as he roared.

Bazel stared at Hatar silently, but Khattar continued to question.

"Isn't it what you have been doing to reduce the authority of the church and take all the power into your hands? Or are you afraid? Afraid of the power of the church, like Harold, willing to be a puppet king? ”

"If you don't understand this, you are not qualified, Khattar, and you are far from being worthy to be king." Bazel looked at his second son with great disappointment.

"Really?" Khattar's face distorted, but he quickly regained his composure and laughed. "But now it turns out that I'm right, Harold has lost, Ansulk is dead, and from tomorrow I will be the new king of [Hadratta]!"

"And I'...... has surpassed you, Father! I will banish all those clergy from the kingdom, bring every realm under the rule of kings and nobles, and become a veritable king of Hadrata! Khattar said with great emotion.

"In that case, let's do it." Bazel struggled to his feet from his throne, drew his sword, and pointed it at Hatar. "It was here more than a hundred years ago that your grandfather cut off the head of the previous king and seized the throne of Hadrata...... Let me see your strength as a king! ”

Hatar, who was pointed at by the blade, paused, he didn't expect that Bazel, who was over eighty years old, planned to duel with him to decide the ownership of the throne, and he was a little overwhelmed for a while.

Although he did come to seize the throne, he did not mean to kill the king, but only wanted Bazel to understand that he was the best candidate to become the king.

"Of course, you can also choose to let someone else come and kill your father!" Bazel's words were sharp and tinged with sarcasm.

At this point, Hatar no longer hesitated, shook off the blood from his sword, and rushed towards Bazel with his sword in his grip.

"Qiang~"

There was a piercing sound of metal clashing, sparks flew everywhere, and the two long swords were intertwined, and Bazel was already old, as if a gust of wind could blow it down, but his hands held the long sword steadily, blocking the blow.

"Is that all you have? Khattar? King Bazel said disappointedly. Although power and status are very important, power is what really belongs to you, and it will be your last ......"

Hatar was instantly enraged, and while swinging his sword blade and slashing at Bazel's head, he roared angrily: "I didn't want to kill you just now!" ”

The sound of sword and blade clashing continued to sound in the huge palace, Khattar's movements were very fast and beautiful, as a prince, he naturally received the best guidance, and also received the most rigorous combat training, and inherited the power of the powerful bloodline, and his strength should not be underestimated.

But his opponent is the king of Hadrata who has personally led the army to open up everywhere and is known as the lion of Bazel!

"Don't let anger affect your actions, it's taboo, and don't let me see your expression, it will expose your next move!" Bazel once again parried Hattar's hard blow, then turned his sword and left a visible blood mark on the opponent's face, and said coldly. "The enemy's blade will not show mercy!"

Lynn watched the battle between father and son with great interest, and was very interested in these so-called royal families and nobles who inherited the bloodline.

According to the [Magical Creator] Vittorio, these 'excellent bloodlines' should be the remnants of the old era, and they may all be the descendants of some powerful shaping wizards.

It's similar to Owen, who has taken fusion potions to gain the power of Warcraft......

Of course, this is not certain, there are many ways for wizards to use them, especially hundreds of years ago, when there was no mainstream school, it was possible to use any means to gain power.

As for the strength of the two, Hatar probably has the physical fitness of a second-order shaping wizard, while King Bazel is obviously more powerful, even though he is already old, he can still calmly take every sword of Hatar.

On the surface, the two were evenly matched, but the gap soon became apparent, and Khattar became more and more impatient after being unable to attack for a long time, a red light surged around him, his strength suddenly exploded, and the sword momentum was a little faster again.

"Forcibly use uncontrolled power, and all you get is backlash!" Bazel's face remained unchanged, this time he was not defensive, and the long sword in his hand took the opportunity to strike at the blade at a tricky angle. "When it comes to swords, faster is not always better!"

Khattar only felt a numb in his right hand, and the long sword was already out of his hand.

However, Bazel did not take advantage of the victory, and threw away the sword in his hand, and the old hand grabbed Khattar's collar tightly, and opened his mouth to say something, but the next moment he felt a pain in his chest, and it was a dagger that pierced him straight into the heart.

The man who did it was Khattar!

"That's what you taught me, father, never let your guard down at any time." Khattar was calm in his frenzy, and his words came out almost through his teeth.

Balls of blood poured out from the corners of Bazel's mouth, and a smile appeared on his face, and he actually took Khattar's hand and stabbed the dagger deeper, his eyes like a torch. "Don't be afraid, remember this feeling, my son, the throne is made of iron and blood, and the only one you can really trust is yourself."

"And there is no difference between the clergy, the nobles, and the wizards...... Uncontrolled forces, sooner or later, will bring disaster to this kingdom! Bazel's voice was low, mixed with a murmur of pain, almost ringing in Khattar's ears. You're doing something wrong, you shouldn't have completely ruined the church and upset the balance, but it's too late, it's too late now! ”

I'm the same to you and Harold...... Bazel tried to continue, but the blood was already blocking his throat, and his body quickly collapsed......

(End of chapter)