ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

The city of Royo.

Castle Lord's Mansion.

Once upon a time, it was a center of admiration and awe for all citizens.

Newly appointed officials would come to visit, the local wealthy merchants would send gifts from time to time, and some samurai would deliberately make trouble at the gate of the neighborhood to show their strength and desire to attract the attention of the lord of the castle.

When the citizens pass by the gate of the city lord's mansion, they will take off their hats here, and the soldiers who have always been arrogant will not dare to make a loud noise when they arrive here, and even if some strong people come here, they will show the most basic etiquette to the local supreme commander.

In any city, the lord of the city is the king.

Today, however, everything has changed.

The building is still the same building, and the guards guarding the door are still in bright armor, but the sky above the entire City Lord's Mansion is filled with a decadent atmosphere, a gloomy dead air, which makes the entire mansion become lifeless because of this.

The emperor's order, has been given.

The old lord is leaving, and the new lord has not yet arrived. Test Text Watermark 2.

Every day, farther and farther away from the glorious and illustrious power, the pain of loss, always more and more people imagined, turned into torment in waiting, gnawing at the heart of Earl Derby Annfleet.

As a result, the guards of the City Lord's Mansion became lazy and had no fighting spirit.

Occasionally, galloping horses ran outside, and their wandering eyes seemed to be invisible, without the slightest interest in drinking.

Today is the moment when Earl Derby Anderfly officially leaves office.

The new successor will come in a moment.

It was heard that it was a retired officer, so Earl Annfleet ordered the welcoming band to prepare to greet each other with military songs.

In front of the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, a thick red carpet was laid on the hundred-meter-long granite floor.

The Earl of Annfrett stood at the head of the officials of the city of Royo, and behind him were the city's treasurer, military governor, and others.

The look of despair on Earl Amplet's face was as if he were about to die. Test Text Watermark 6.

In the distance, several formidable powerhouses, Abraham Malet, Sky Warriors Kevin Beals and Garrick Inston, stood there lazily, watching the excitement.

Behind them, there stood Tempest Alilon.

The only surviving commander of the Darkscale Beast unit in Spark Prison was severely reprimanded from above for the heavy losses of his own troops.

It was the Malit ** division who kept him.

Today, he had also come here to prepare for the new city lord, but he hadn't brought his Darkscale Beast with him.

Since the disappearance of Spark Prison, this man who is "as cold as the wind" has become more and more ruthless since then.

He easily stopped talking.

"You know, Lord Marlet, I've attended far more funerals than weddings in my life. Kevin Beers laughed suddenly.

The golden-robed ** master looked at the Sky Warrior who looked like Clark Gable, and his smug mustache was combing into a strange smile. Test Text Watermark 9.

"What do you want to tell me?" asked Marlett.

Kevin Beers replied politely: "As a ** teacher, you have devoted your life to the study of magic, and it is for this reason that your understanding of the world is still limited. Unlike me, a samurai must not only learn to win in battle, but most importantly, to observe people. Mage warfare is to unleash their own strong spells as much as possible, while samurai combat is the opposite, and the most important thing is to find the enemy's weak points. So we are accustomed to observing others, analyzing their inner world through their expressions, and determining their behavior. ”

Kevin Beers' mustache jumped a few more times: "The reason I've been to a lot of funerals is because it's a great place to show my true feelings. I like to look at people's sad expressions and learn something from them. I noticed that not everyone who attended the funeral was full of grief. Test text watermark 7. In fact, at least half of the funerals I've attended now don't care about the dead, a quarter are even happy, and only the last quarter remain a little sad, but to varying degrees. ”

He pointed to the large group of waiting officials in the distance: "Some of them are heartbroken for the imminent loss of power and glory, some are afraid, terrified that their future fate will turn in a worse direction, some are hesitant, perhaps planning what they should do with the new lord of the city, and some are happy that they seem to have a chance to get rid of their long-term discouragement." The alternation of inauguration and resignation is like a funeral, where some people's hearts are dead and some people's hearts are alive. ”

So it's like a grand show, and it's just a gorgeous symphony. Kevin Beers said leisurely: "It's like a funny puppet show, the important thing is not how good the performers are, but whether the people watching the play know how to appreciate it." ”

"The power of the world is not in my heart. Marlett replied coldly. Test Text Watermark 2.

"But there's no denying that you do have it, and you won't want to lose it. Kevin Beers said with a grin.

"Yes, Kevin. Ma Li nodded at his lion-like head: "The world is never fair, is it? Officials need to be careful and do not make the slightest mistake, and we have no concerns about that." We can do whatever we want and not worry about not being supported. ”

"That's because we have paid a huge price for this, and we have had the most difficult time in cultivation, cold eyes and ridicule, until now. Garrick Inston said suddenly.

Marlett glanced at the two Sky Warriors meaningfully: "Yes, that's right. Therefore, strong strength is the only basis for survival in this world of the jungle, and all power is false. Those officials are but our slaves, destined to serve us. Their joys, sorrows, and sorrows mean nothing to us. Only they themselves will cling to this vain power. Test Text Watermark 4. ”

At that time, it occurred to Garrick Inston that what if someone stronger than them appeared? Will Marlett still stick to his arguments as always? Even in the world of the jungle, it is not uncommon for even creatures at the top of the biological chain to be pulled off their horses, right?

Maybe at that time, the performance of the two people around him will be even worse than those officials, and even more unbearable.

At that time, he suddenly thought of Hue Igler.

The name beat in his heart, causing a slight palpitation, and then, Garrick Inston, watched a figure come from afar.

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

It was the sound of heavy footsteps on the ground.

From far to near, it gradually became clear.

Even the earth trembled.

A samurai in black armor appeared at the far end, as if he had crawled out of hell, with a dark aura of death, even from such a distance, the coldness of the slaughter also made everyone's hearts cold. Test Text Watermark 9.

Underneath the covered iron helmet, a deep dark light was like two red dark stars, flickering and jumping, ** powerful and terrifying.

In the hand of the black warrior, he held a long heavy sword, and the big sword dragged back, slashing on the granite ground, bursting out countless brilliant sparks, cutting deep carvings.

On both sides of the road, guards with spears arched tried to ask each other about their origins, but before they could get closer, they were already shocked by the powerful and terrifying killing intent emanating from the other party's body.

No one who dared, could, could, approached the Black Knight.

It is the majesty that comes from the strong, the pride that comes from the top of the food chain.

A high-pitched symphony sounded in the distance, and it was the band that greeted them, mistaking it for a new official and making a small mistake.

The high-spirited military song was played, which pushed the atmosphere to the top of seriousness in an instant. Test Text Watermark 6.

The military song calls out the roars of the warriors, bringing people into a bloody battlefield.

The huge music, the lineup of the two armies, and the heavy and heavy footsteps condensed into a march of warriors in the wind at this moment, and the rhythm fit seamlessly.

The wind, blowing bitterly, carries the last coolness of early spring.

In the midst of the military song, the black warrior came like a rock in the wind, coming firmly.

Ignore everything around you.

In his eyes, at the far end, he could only see one person.

Abraham Malet.

Stepping on the majestic and vigorous drumbeat, stepping on powerful and solid steps, surrounded by hundreds of soldiers, he strode forward without fear.

A person who walks towards the being who represents the top of human power.

A person who walks towards the existence that represents the top of the human powerhouse. Test Text Watermark 2.

A person exudes an aura that is more powerful than the sum of all the beings in this area......

One person, intimidating everyone.

The officials who were waiting looked at this guy who suddenly appeared with shocked eyes, and they were surprised.

They don't know who the other person is, but it's clear that the person who came is not good.

Advancing in the tragic military song, walking alone in the midst of wolves, like a lone tiger, fearless and powerful, the black warrior finally came to the waiting officials.

A group of soldiers nervously stood in front of him, watching him carefully.

Came to stand in front of Earl Derby Anderfly and slowly raised his left hand.

Only then did people notice that on his left hand, he was still carrying a small oilcloth package.

The Black Warrior threw the package into the sky, and at that moment the heavy sword in his right hand drew a brilliant arc of light, and it was slashing at the package.

The tarpaulin shattered, the package fell to the ground, and a human head rolled out of it. Test Text Watermark 3.

This frightened all the officials to retreat at the same time.

Earl Derby Annfrett saw very well that the head belonged to a man named Alec Brad, the incoming Lord of the New Town.

And now, the new city lord is only left with his head to rush to his destination.

A low, hoarse, knife-sharpening voice sounded under the clad iron helmet:

He ...... No...... Yes...... Come...... Finish. ”

The fear in his heart was instantly amplified to the extreme, and the loud symphony finally realized his mistake and helplessly stopped calling in the wind.

The black knight ignored everyone around him and turned his head to look at the golden-robed mage on the other side again.

He walked towards him.

When approaching, stop.

The left index finger pointed at Malet and then the thumb back to himself in a hard downward cut gesture.

Duel!

Fight to the death!

Marlett's eyes emitted a terrifying fire, and the golden robe was windless, drumming out a surging momentum.

"Crispin...... Bolan!" burst out of his mouth the name that even he couldn't believe.

Although he didn't see his face, at that moment, Malit knew that the person standing in front of him was Bolan!

"Whew!" the black warrior raised his head to the sky and roared out the fury of a lifetime, roaring out the strongest domineering spirit of the Wild Tiger.

The aura is open, straight to the horse.

Time, in this moment, condensed.

Writing this paragraph, I actually want to show the kind of scene where Neo vs. Smith in "Hacker 3".

I watched the footage of that passage for only a few seconds, and I watched it ten times, recalling the feeling over and over again, and then used a chapter to express it......

I don't know if it's a stupid act.

I've always believed that what every author is good at is what he likes.

Some people say that what I write is like a play, some people say that I write in pseudo-translations, and some people say that I am a thief.

There's nothing wrong with that, because I like that style, so I just write like that.

I believe that friends who like my books also share my hobbies and interests.

I like the scenes of life-and-death duels, majestic momentum, and I want to show them, that's what I'm for.

As for whether I showed it or not, I don't know, but I know I tried to do it.

If you do it well, it can give you a tragic feeling of storms before the decisive battle, and if you don't do it well, it is the act of irrigation.

Oh yes, the military song in this chapter is actually vras, the soundtrack of the showdown between good and evil in Black 3, a symphony that makes me intoxicated......

Even if it is just one of your messages, it will become the motivation for the author's creation, please work hard to cheer for the author!