The eternal night, which is very popular with children, is almost coming, and when it comes, there is no need to work, no need to study and write homework, and sleep and eat every day.

Before the arrival of the eternal night, the nobles of the Frozen Lands began to reach the feet of the Great Prophet and live in the increasingly aristocratic city of Bhumesius.

If the aristocratic men from all over the world gathered in the town of Phumixiu, it would not be able to fit in.

Most of them were sent to Ferry Harbor and the expanded Chur City, where some women moved into convents with their children, and some were given the opportunity to go to Oak City.

Merchants and nobles from all over the world also gathered in the cold harbor to receive the blessings of the prophet, and blessed the ships with the great divine power of the prophet, so that the large ships could run for a few more years.

Lawrence did not rest at home, but was eating and chatting with a group of nobles in the palace of Ferry Harbor.

"Prophet, I used the cannonballs I bought from you to shoot the pirates who wanted to come near us! Hahahaha! ”

A military aristocrat spoke loudly about happy things.

The nearby nobles were not far behind, "Me too, I shot the whale in the sea with the cannonball I bought from the Prophet!" ”

"Since the weapons given to us by the Prophet, my manor no longer has to worry about the attacks of those mobs, and I will have to buy five more boxes of shells when I go back this time!"

Not only from several Western countries, but also from the south of the country, and the Duke of Pig's Trotter City also spent the winter in Ferry Port this year.

The drunkards and the nobles who were chatting about business noticed something, and after looking around, they found the source of the anomaly.

A very simple boiler is not something that anyone can copy, there are so many things involved in it, and it may take many years to reproduce it by relying on the wisdom of those nobles.

The drunkards chatted with each other about their own topics, and communicated with the nearby nobles in the language of their homeland, or in the language of the locality.

Lawrence listened to the drunken chatter of a group of drunkards and drank his own wine quietly.

When you come in, you will find that there are two worlds here, and you will want to take off your clothes when it is hot.

For the most part, the winter here is comfortable.

"And fine wine and white paper, the white paper here is smoother than a woman's body!"

"Me too!"

Workers burned the boilers to the brim, and the newly built palaces were fitted with hot water pipes.

There is a lot of iron, a lot of fuel, and the technology to process iron into pipes.

The man pointed directly at Lawrence.

While drinking wine and eating side dishes and watching the singing and dancing performances of international students from all over the venue, a man in armor stood up from his seat.

Lawrence lowered his glass and looked at the man in front of him.

He was tall, but inconspicuous here, and people in the neighborhood thought he was going to the toilet.

For the people of this era, this warmth is a very luxurious enjoyment.

It wasn't until the man walked into the middle of the field and stood there staring at Lawrence that the nearby voices began to fall silent.

Lawrence plans to wait until he is almost drunk and leaves, and this kind of activity happens every year, and he has long been used to it.

"I'm going to spend a little longer in this God-given land, where the winters are as warm as summer, much more comfortable than the damn summer!"

Lawrence listened to the shouts of these people with a faint smile on his face.

"Prophet of the Ice Lands, others say that you are the most powerful man here, I don't believe it, I, Kuru, want to challenge you! Prove my strength to the entire Kocako Kingdom! ”

Lawrence raised his hand and motioned to the surrounding guards and warriors not to interfere.

"Yes, I accept the challenge of the brave."

Lawrence got up from his seat, something that had happened for the first time in more than a decade and something that was destined to be unavoidable.

In this barbaric era, it is common for the inferior to challenge the superior, and it is itself a part of natural replacement.

Those who do not have strength will be pushed off the throne by those who have strength, and those who are weak will be devoured by those who will be strong, this is the rule of this world.

When Lawrence's body stood up, his eyes, which had been retracted because he didn't want to hurt others, emitted a stinging light.

When Lawrence took off his cloak and fur and threw it on the head of the female guard on the side, everyone also saw his perfect body with great oppression.

Kuru saw the strength of Lawrence as he stood up, and watched as he picked up a broad-bladed longsword from a nearby warrior.

The two looked at each other again, and Lawrence was no longer the young man who only knew how to bow his head and drink, and always smile like a good old man.

He's a warrior now!

Lawrence held the hilt of the sword with one hand, looked at the man with his free hands, and said to the warrior next to him, "Give him a weapon." ”

The warriors had seen Lawrence's strength and threw the steel sword in his hand directly at Kuru.

When Kuru, who was wearing armor, saw the sword coming, he didn't catch it, but looked at Lawrence with a look of fear.

Lawrence looked young, belonging to his youth, while Kuru looked to be in his thirties and forties, already in the prime of life.

Kuru, who was dressed in knight's armor, did not pick up his weapon, and the surrounding nobles laughed when they saw it.

"Haha! Cowardly! ”

"Come on! Pick up the weapon! ”

"Take up arms, coward! Coward! ”

"Cowardly fellow, hurry up and pick up your weapon and finish the holy battle!"

"With your blood, wash your mouth clean!"

"When you're dead, I'll shove your head in your ass! Coward! ”

No matter how ridiculed and ridiculed the people around him, Kuru never dared to pick up the weapon, let alone make a move with Lawrence.

The instinct that belonged to the warrior told him that if he attacked, he would definitely die!

Lawrence waited for a minute, seeing that the man still refused to step forward or pick up his weapon.

"Boring battles." Lawrence handed the sword to the female warrior beside him, who caught the sword with both hands, and another female swordsman came over with the scabbard and tried to sheath the sword.

Thinking he was safe, Kuru hurriedly said, "Great Prophet, I apologize to you for my stupidity. ”

Lawrence didn't speak to him and quickly walked towards the palace.

After Lawrence left, a wizard stood up and pointed one hand at Kuru.

Those present soon saw Kuru's death, his head and neck parted, and his hot blood rushing to the ceiling like a whale's column of water.

The human wizard who did it looked at these humans with a sneer, "Any one person here can kill you all, not to mention the strongest king here!" ”

"The king's mercy is not without limits, if you want to provoke the powerful king, this is the end!"

Kuru's death didn't frighten everyone, and everyone thought he deserved to die.

Lawrence's strength also deepened the impression in everyone's hearts again.

A man who can rule the land of ice, who can rule a large group of witches, who can conquer the entire elven race alone, and who captives the noble elven queen as a female slave, must be the strongest man in this world! (End of chapter)