Sun Fei said with righteousness on his lips, pretending to be a warrior.

But in his heart, this beast has no grace, jumping and shouting: Haha, yes, yes, that's it, that's it, that's it, hehe, hehe, use the image of a hero to conquer the heart of an underage girl who worships a warrior, this is the essence of the secret bubble girl law in the previous life, wahahahaha......

"Enough, Alexander, you're messing around here......"

The blonde little Lori Jima ignored Sun Fei's set, the little girl's pretty face was flushed, and her big sapphire eyes stared at Sun Fei, angry and anxious.

"Hima, Angela, let Alexander stay here!"

The three-star samurai Frank Lampard didn't know when he walked over, he gently patted the angry little Jima and looked at Sun Fei with a complicated expression.

Frank Lampard found himself completely incomprehensible to the little king he thought he knew all about. Alexander, who he grew up watching and being laughed at and teased by countless people, gave him an unimaginable shock today, and until now, Lampard has yet to digest everything he sees.

"Ah, Lord Lampard, you ......"

Angela and Hima were both surprised when they didn't expect Lampard to say that.

Both little girls knew that if there was one person in Chambord who cared about Alexander the most, it was the three-star samurai Frank Lampard who had always protected Alexander's growth. So they couldn't believe that Frank Lampard would agree to Alexander, who didn't even have the ability to protect himself, to continue to stay on the walls of the city where his life was in danger at any time.

"Angela, Hima, look at the way those soldiers look at Alexander..."

Lampard pointed to the soldiers who were hurrying to set up and rest, and then looked at Sun Fei, who was beaming, and then smiled and said: "Alexander is right, if he hadn't appeared in time just now and turned the tide, Chambord City would have been broken by the enemy...... Angela, I have to admit that you are right, that Alexander is destined to be a great king...... Okay, I'm a little tired, go get some rest!"

Lampard finished speaking and hurried away.

It was noticed that Lampard's face changed as he turned around, and a wisp of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth......

At this point, Angela and Hima finally noticed the strange atmosphere around them.

Every soldier was looking at Alexander with great admiration, the king who had been treated as a joke after their dinner, now seemed to be a super idol for whom the soldiers could give their lives at any time, the kind of eager and adoring eyes that used to only appear when the soldiers saw Lampard, the most powerful three-star samurai in Chambord City.

"Long live Your Majesty!"

"Long live His Majesty King Alexander——!"

Sun Fei smiled and showed off his 'demeanor' to Angela, and at the same time made a look at the soldiers that a man would understand, and the soldiers laughed and raised their arms very cooperatively and shouted a few words of 'Long live the king'.

In the past, all the soldiers thought that Angela becoming Alexander's fiancée was like a flower stuck in cow dung, but now they felt that only King Alexander's cow dung in Chambord was worthy of such a kind and beautiful girl as Angela.

This kind of atmosphere is something Angela and Hima have never seen before.

"What's going on?" the two smart beautiful girls were a little confused.

That's when —

"Your Majesty, Pierce can't hold on......"

The squadron leader of the King's Guard, Hei Hair Ruk, hurried over.

Although he knew that King Alexander was neither a priest nor a physician of the church, the shocking scene in today's battle still made the anxious Brooke rush over to Sun Fei for help, and he was lucky: God of War blessed, I hope that this king who has created a miracle can create some miracles again.

Pierce?

As soon as he heard this name, Sun Fei subconsciously thought of the white-haired fierce man who fought with several swords in his body to destroy the enemy's two siege ladders, there is no doubt that such a man is a real warrior - not only because of his strength, but also because of what he guards and cherishes.

"Brooke, you take care of these two beautiful ladies, I'll take a look!"

Sun Fei touched Angela's smooth and white little hand and patted it gently, affectionately admonishing 'Be careful', and then raised his eyebrows at the blonde little Lori Hima, and went to see the white-haired Pierce under the leadership of a soldier.

"Hmph, what's so awe-inspiring!"

The blonde little Lori was so angry that he glared at Sun Fei's back hatefully, turned around and called 'Uncle Brooke' coquettishly, and asked suspiciously: "What happened just now?" Alexander, he seems to be ......"

This question is also what Angela, who couldn't help but blush and heartbeat because of Sun Fei's ambiguous actions just now, wanted to know at this time.

Brooke smiled and began to recount what had happened in the battle of the city walls at the critical moment.

As the squadron leader of the King's Guard, Brooke treats the first two beautiful girls as a father treats his own daughters - in fact, almost every citizen of Chambord City is very fond of these two sensible and kind little girls, in the past, people always fought for Angela, and pity this beautiful girl to marry a fool king, but now, Brooke and many of the soldiers who participated in the battle just now firmly believe that only King Alexander is worthy of Angela's pure and kind girl like Angela.

Hearing Brooke say the end, Angela and Hima's big eyes were full of shock.

Which hero in Uncle Brooke's mouth is really that idiot of Alexander?

Little Lori Hima was skeptical.

......

......

Chambord City's treatment center for the wounded.

When Sun Fei first came in, he was taken aback.

Where is this wounded treatment center, it's simply a pigsty -

A cold, damp, musty smell filled the room, which looked deserted for a long time, with no door to protect it from the wind and rain, the windows on all sides were sealed with stones, dust and dirt everywhere, and a little hay was spread on the floor, on which lay hundreds of wounded men covered in blood, moaning and crying.

Four or five men dressed in black and white robes who looked like doctors walked up and down among the wounded, but they were clearly too busy, their hands were in a hurry, and they were sweating profusely.

"His Majesty the King has arrived!"

The soldier who led the way walked in and shouted.

The cry alarmed everyone in the treatment facility - except for the seriously injured unconscious.

The heroic performance of King Alexander in the battle just now has been spread by the accounts of the wounded who were sent later, and the bloody and tragic battle scene that belongs only to men made many wounded people listen to it with fascination, and of course some soldiers who were injured before and did not see that scene will be suspicious, and they want to see this king who suddenly became a hero from a fool to face to face.

Seeing the arrival of King Alexander, there was a commotion among the wounded.

Some of the wounded even struggled to sit up, despite the injuries on their bodies, and cracked the wounds that had just formed scars, and those soldiers who had fought alongside Sun Fei raised their arms excitedly and shouted, 'Long live the king!'.

Sun Fei glanced at the soldiers leading the way with a slight reproach, and then hurriedly calmed down the soldiers who were struggling to get up......

He didn't know what to say.

This was obviously not the right occasion to put on a stinky display of one's own king, to see the faces that were mature, young, or old, and to look at the shocking injuries on their bodies, and the blood flowing from their bodies, staining the dirt beneath them......

A certain nerve in Sun Fei's heart was instantly dispatched.

The deeds of glory and heroes in the previous life seem to be a living replay in front of the eyes, in a sense, these soldiers are all injured to defend themselves, and some have inevitably fallen into lifelong disabilities, but as a traverser, Sun Fei obviously can't convince himself to accept all this, if possible, he really wants to fight with these people in the first place.

People seem to be born with such contradictions, just like Sun Fei.

He was afraid of death, but at this time he was so eager to fight, maybe it had something to do with the endless bloody slaughter he experienced in the Diablo world, or maybe it was actually his nature that was stimulated.

"My warriors, you have guarded Chambord City and your own glory!"

In the end, Sun Fei, who had always felt that he was eloquent, didn't know what to say, he stood at the door and bowed to the wounded, and the ghost almost blurted out the sentence "Comrades have worked hard", but fortunately it was replaced by "glory".

For a world similar to the feudal times of medieval Europe, under a hierarchical system, the king bowed to his lowly soldiers and never heard of a strange thing—not even a foolish king.

The human heart is simple.

Many people were touched at this moment.

Some soldiers who had felt sorry for themselves because of their injuries and disabilities also had their eyes lit up.

......

Sun Fei comforted the wounded soldiers one by one, and finally came to the white-haired Pierce.

This fierce and fierce man on the city wall had fallen into a moderate coma at this time, and the sword of the black shadow with a little fighting spirit slammed into his left shoulder, shaking the internal organs, and blood flowed out of the wound uncontrollably, and a young doctor was scrambling beside him, but it didn't seem to have much effect.

Sun Fei had just learned how these doctors worked.

What disappointed him was that the doctors in Chambord City did not have the magical healing ability that he imagined, but just did some simple bandaging, at most put on some herb paste similar to the traditional Chinese medicine often seen in the previous life, such a treatment is obviously very limited, as for whether to live or die next, it depends on the physical fitness of the wounded themselves, resign themselves to fate, survive to live, if they can't survive, they have to die!

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It's still two shifts today.

The first time I write fantasy, it is much more difficult to grasp than football competition, at least in terms of outline and rhythm, because everything is empty.

Knife wants to present the best text to everyone, but it's too fast, and it feels a little unbalanced.

When the knife gets used to it, it will definitely pick up the pace.

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