Indiscriminately intruded into other people's territory to kill people and set fires, and now they are still talking to me about fairness.

Faced with Lingus who was putting on a shelf, Vincent was not going to be polite to him.

This is an order, not a solicitation of opinions.

Lingus naturally didn't want to do such a stupid thing, but Vincent's stick and carrot were already in front of him.

"If you don't agree, you don't have to think about returning to China, maybe someone will ask you to hide from the cat at night, and I can help you send an obituary tomorrow, oh, by the way, there are people in the kingdom who want me to do it."

"Just agree, I can order my witch to give you better treatment, and you should have seen what happened to those who were cured."

Although the recovered Lingus can't be killed from the demon army, at least it's better than being slaughtered now.

"Who are you competing against?" Lingus asked helplessly, "I don't want to compete with that leopard...... It's not because I'm afraid, it's just that he reminds me of someone I don't want to see."

"It's not him, and even though I told him something about the past, he's most likely to strangle you in the middle of the night," Vincent said half-jokingly, half-threateningly, "and I'm glad I didn't do that."

The people of the Snow Leopard Clan, Lingus didn't know him, and if someone in that group really survived, there was indeed a reason to strangle him in the middle of the night.

Vincent had no intention of interfering in the filthy affairs of the great humanism in the kingdom of Herodes, but if the Herodes did not know how to restrain themselves, he would not mind having a north-south confrontation with the orc tribal alliance, and two slices of cheese were sandwiched.

"Is it the Grand Leader of the Highland Mercenaries?" Lingus scolded with a cold face, "These insatiable traitors, you have to make inches!"

If you don't owe your wages three or twice a day, the barbarians will certainly not use the method of joining hostile forces to ask for wages.

"Don't put cause and effect upside down, you owe money and call them greedy," Vincent shook his head, "The god of war on the plateau doesn't bother to compete with you who are injured, but if you don't give money, I can't guarantee that they won't hack you to death."

When Lingus heard that it was not the god of war himself, his spirits perked up a little.

"Who's that?"

"It's my slave girl, rest assured, it's not your ex-fiancée."

There was a hint of anger in Lingus' eyes, but it was fleeting.

Poor La Nina, Vincent felt sorry for her for a second.

"The Lady Knight...... Even if she's a chosen one, but with little training, I can win with one hand." Lingus said conceitedly, "I don't want to be hanged for accidentally killing your slave girl."

With a big sigh, Vincent put on his glasses and looked at the prince who was only one-fifth of the original in his protective power because of his injuries and mental depression, and sneered.

"Are you scared of competing in public?"

In fact, if Lingus hadn't carefully considered the strangeness of this matter in order to maintain his dignity, he should have found a way to refuse the competition.

However, in addition to feeling humiliated, there was one more thing that made Lingus uncomfortable.

That little girl was indeed outstanding, but she had no aristocratic temperament on her body, like a female adventurer who had been picked up from nowhere, and she was wearing a strange armor that she didn't know what to do, which was simply nondescript in the eyes of Lingus.

However, as soon as Lingus's eyes fell on her, a strange feeling of déjà vu and indescribable arose in his heart, which lingered and made him feel uneasy and afraid.

Maybe defeating her won't add much honor, but it can bring peace back to your restless heart.

As a result, in full view of thousands of people on both sides that day, Lingus had just picked up his sword forged by the Dwarven King, when he was startled by Ninia, who had empty eyes and an impeccable posture on the other side.

There was no flaw to be found, no wavering, no emotional fluctuations, but a dangerous aura enveloped her whole body, like an air-conditioned sword, but she couldn't see the sharp edge clearly.

After countless duels, the prince, who had personally fought on the battlefield, couldn't help but feel jealous in the face of such an opponent.

When I negotiated yesterday, I didn't find out that she had such an amazing momentum, could it be that she was deeply hidden

The Grandmaster of Swordsmanship?

Lifeless and dangerous.

Lingus calmed down a little and noticed something strange again.

"Something is wrong...... Why is the Chosen Light on this little girl gone?

In fact, it is not accurate to say this, the golden light on Ninia's body has not completely disappeared, but it has dimmed when it is slightly lit up, and so on, like even breathing ups and downs, it seems that she is unfathomable.

Chosen knights and swordsmen, Lingus doesn't know how many he has seen, and there are many opportunities to compete.

Lingus, who was so big as to claim that he only used one hand, quietly placed his other hand on the hilt of the sword.

However, before he could take a closer look, Ninia stabbed a sword at a speed that was too fast for her eyes to catch, and struck Lingus by the throat.

The pitch-black sword, illuminated by numerous torches and glowing magic stones, still could not be seen in the gladiatorial arena. If it is a sneak attack in the dark of night, it will definitely have a great advantage.

It's not that there are no flaws, but I can't even see the movements clearly.

A layer of pitch-black sword aura enveloped Ninia's body, solemn as a mist, covering all parts of the body that could observe the main dynamics of the body, making it impossible for the prince, who was involved in all kinds of sword skills, to capture it, and it was difficult to predict her next move.

Faced with such an unpredictable opponent, Lingus quickly retreated, and predicted the three most likely changes of attack, swinging a seemingly random but solid sword to block.

It didn't go all out, but the opponent didn't give up, and there was no swordsman's emotion in the lake's blue eyes, only the turbid and deep cold like a sea of ice in winter.

The Herodians let out a burst of exclamation, especially those who knew the prince well, and had never seen Lingus retreat at the first blow.

The backward steps hesitated for a second, and Ninia's movements did not change at all, not using weapons to block, but facing the blade of Lingus's sword, twisting her waist and sending out a series of attacks like a snake.

The Prince's blade brushed the surface of the girl's clothes, not because Ninia was dodging, but because she had completely predicted the range of the opponent's attack.

The dazzling battle made everyone dizzy, Ninia's every blow was changing, and the prince's every blow was accelerating, but at most it could only pass by.

As the light on the girl's body lit up and extinguished faster and faster, her attacks became more and more unpredictable, as if the strength was becoming heavy, the sound of the blade crashing when Lingus parried became louder, and his injured body could not support it for a long time.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, no one would have believed that Lingus, the Grand Knight of Herodes, would be suppressed by a young girl who had been a failed little assassin a few months ago, and would gradually fall behind.

It wasn't until Lingus ventured to unleash the power of protection and unleashed a half-moon-shaped golden slash that he thought he could turn the tide of things, that the most incredible thing happened.

Ninia's Lightless Blades suddenly spread out like blooming flowers, turning into blades that fluttered like slender willow branches, and then swooped down on the deadly light, halting it alive and wrapping it in a twisted motion.

As multiple blades pressed toward the center, Lingus' divine power attack was swallowed by the pitch-black blades, disappearing without a trace.

The dark aura on Ninia's body became more solemn, gradually attaching to the armor, forming a protection like an entity.

Anyone can see that as long as Ninia continues to attack, the prince, who is already wounded and shaken, may not be able to defeat his opponent as before.

"Hand over the light," Ninia commanded in a vicissitudes of life and cold tone, "or die."

Wrong!

Lingus was stunned and turned his head to look at Vincent.

It was the right choice, the prince didn't want to be in a crisis, and Vincent didn't want to ask for money from a dead man.

"Promise all the rest." Vincent yawned and said to the panicked prince, "Make a pact tonight."

Lingus faced Ninia, who was pressing closely, and his raised sword hung limply.

"For the sake of saving the warriors of our country, I agree......

It's really standing until the end of death

torii, but it did save more people.

"That's it!" Vincent raised his hand and announced, "Your Excellency has thrown in the towel!"

Lingus lost face, but he was lucky to save his life in the face of a terrifying existence beyond imagination.