A commotion came to the face, people neighed with joy and horses, and the armor was sonorous.

Zhang Liao and Wen Congxin, who had just stepped into the wooden door, were immediately stunned, and the scene that suddenly appeared in front of them was really stunned.

Zhang Liao turned around to look at the wooden door, thinking that he had come to the wrong place. The door had been closed tightly and there was a sound of locking.

- It's a completely separate space.

Different from the white and vast emptiness just now, it is not big, about three or four hundred square meters, with square bricks paved on the ground, and the four walls are made of stones. Above is a curved dome with large windows made of stained glass on all sides.

A huge chandelier hung overhead, and on the black cast iron branches, there was no luxurious crystal pendant, only a bowl of tung oil to support the flames.

Under the shadow of the lamp, it was full of people.

And they were all knights and servants dressed in Europa in the Middle Ages—it was easy to tell that those who drank at the long table were obviously superior, and those who toiled in linen were, of course, the attendants.

There was a stove in the corner, and someone was pounding on it. The red-hot two-handed greatsword danced rhythmically on the anvil, and the sparks sputtered out were instantly engulfed by the fires around them.

There were also people cutting hand axes on gravel stones, and the sound was very harsh. The high-frequency sound is set off by the low frequencies of the windbox whining, forming a symphony of heavy metal.

Everyone was busy, and only one servant with a saddle squeezed past them and glanced at them, "Let's go!"

- Classical English is still spoken, with a strong Scottish High accent.

Fortunately, there was a language bag, and the two of them took a step back on tiptoe, their backs pressed against the wooden door.

"Hello, what kind of place is this?" asked Zhang Liao in the corresponding language.

They ignored him, walked over to him, and saddled a white horse with felt and hung stirrups.

Zhang Liao took a look, and no one else seemed to notice their arrival.

So he leaned over with a shy face and offered to help the man tighten the rope on the other side of the horse's belly. The other party skillfully hung up the stirrup, patted the dust on his hands, and then raised his head and spoke-

"Say it, Oriental. Are you here for sightseeing?"

"Oh, sort of, just passing by. What kind of place is this? Who are these people?" Zhang Liao was very polite.

The man smiled, walked by, picked up a jet-black helmet from the pile of equipment, wiped the rust marks, and said to himself, "It seems that he is really a tourist." Although rare, it is not uncommon. ”

"Dear sir, can you give us some pointers?" Wen walked over from the heart.

The voice was gentle and pleasant, and the man stopped what he was doing and glanced at her dress, neat, elegant, and generous. It's a far cry from your own dirty greasy.

Then he immediately got up, twisted the helmet behind him with one hand, and bowed to his chest with the other hand, "Don't dare to be, beautiful lady, I am not a gentleman, and I am not worthy of respect." I am just a faithful servant, subordinate to the knights of Lancelot. Just call me Guy. ”

"Alright, then Guy, I want you to clear the mind of the two lost tourists. ”

Gael's respect for the "noble" lady is based on habits. He didn't want to get into trouble, because the great knights were nearby, and if anything was abrupt, he would be the one who was unlucky.

"Of course, ma'am. This is the overseas camp of the Knights Templar, this hall is for knights only, and there is a military camp of 5,000 people outside. Of course, it was more chaotic, full of sweat and horse urine, and the soldiers lacked morality and honor compared to the knights, and if it was not necessary, you would better not go out and hang out. For I can conclude that your beauty, will surely provoke a riot. You know, it's been a long time since I've seen a woman here - I mean, a gentle woman. He said the last sentence in a low voice.

And 5,000 more! That's a shocking message.

It turns out that this hall is not everything behind this door, and there is obviously a wider world outside. Obviously, the underwater pyramid, despite its size, probably could not accommodate so many permanent people. There is no doubt that this is an outer space, and the old man who welcomed the guests did not lie......

"What is the mission of this camp here? If it's inconvenient, you don't have to answer. ”

Wen Congxin's empathy dispelled the other party's suspicions, and Guy smiled, "I believe in you, honorable lady. They put you in through that door, and that says it all. At the very least, you won't be a fine craftsman for the Hook Moon faction. ”

"Hook Moon?"

"Yes. The feud between Ten Stars and Gouyue has been entangled for thousands of years. The two camps have fought against each other in the human world, but they have never been able to completely bring each other to their knees. However, the indirect damage caused has seriously affected the stability of the entire world. Ordinary people were displaced and hungry, which was a great headache for the gods.

So, they created this place, which is simply called the Chess Academy. To make it easier – you know, the great gods are always lazy. They simply refer to black and white, we are white, and our opponent is Black.

The ten-star god Zhibai and the Gouyue god Zhiblack played against each other, and continued to fight in this enclosed space to replace the misery in the world. We, the Templars, will be represented here by the Ten Stars, which is White's pawn.

Time has passed, and the game has lasted for hundreds of rounds. There are winners and losers in each other, so no one is convinced. Coincidentally, the game is about to start in the 477th round, and as a tourist, you can open your eyes. ”

With the beautiful woman in front of her, Guy spoke, his saliva flying, foaming at the corners of his mouth, "Ah—it's our Templars who are drinking at the long table over there." The one with no beard on his left hand is my master, Sir Lancelot. ”

Zhang Liao followed his gaze, and sure enough, he saw a burly man, holding a silver cup and pondering, as if he wanted to see the direction of the future war from the wine.

His gaze was deep and resolute, and his composure was very different from the rough manners of others.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the arch of the main hall, and the towering giant oak door creaked open, and a tall figure strode in, surrounded by several cheerful servants.

"Haha, the knight of Joan of Arc has won again! She won all the gold coins by herself, and she also wiped out all the drunkards who wanted to pay their debts! Now those soldiers are honest, and no one dares to call themselves the god of gambling anymore!"

The man whom Guy called Sir Lancelot woke up from a dream, and looked up at the visitor, "You went to the barracks again, but fortunately you came back without damaging the knight's honor." ”

The visitor threw a plump bag of gold velvet on the table, and the inside clanged. Then he spoke, "They cried out that the knights, though valiant on the battlefield, were only five years old at the table. I've got to give them some color, or they'll lose their prestige. Who will listen to you when you are underestimated by the soldiers, and who will listen to you when you go to the battlefield? I really don't know how you have managed the army in the past few hundred years!"

Lancelot is very well cultivated and is not in a hurry to argue. He just slowly grabbed the money bag, shook it, and smiled. "I really won a lot...... But it didn't work. There was nowhere to spend here, so the soldiers were able to save so much for their salaries. If you go outside, you'll be in the hands of the tavern and brothel owners in the blink of an eye. ”

The visitor lifted his slender thighs one by one, stepped on the bench heroically, leaned over his elbows and knees to grab a glass of wine, and killed it in an instant. He wiped his mouth and said, "Who said it didn't work! I'm going to make a spear out of these coins, and in the next battle, it's up to me to use it to stick it into the chest of the head of Black—"

This sentence was very uplifting, and the paladins on both sides knocked on the table with the base of the silver cup and applauded. For a while, it was like a drum beating, and the morale soared to a climax in an instant.

"Pusila!" Zhang Liao couldn't help it and blurted out.

The knight of Joan of Arc was struck by lightning, froze for a moment, and suddenly turned his head to look over—

"Zhang!" the cry was filled with heartfelt joy.

The slender figure stepped onto the table in one step, flicked it again, jumped up suddenly, and jumped directly over Sanzhang, like a milk swallow throwing itself into its nest - riding directly on Zhang Liao.

This action is too exaggerated, Zhang Liao regretted shouting this voice a little, but he could only reach out and hold her, it was not good to let the eldest girl slide to the ground, right?

Wow - the other knights were even more excited, some were heckling, some were applauding, and the wine glasses were knocking on the table.

"Why are you here?!, how do you say that sentence in the Celestial Empire-" Pu Sira and Zhang Liao faced each other, with a look of ecstasy, "Yes, I want to kill you!"

Fortunately, Zhang Liao is not short, otherwise her two long legs would have to be dragged to the ground. Now he stopped his waist and wrapped Zhang Liao around, and his two arms hung around his neck, like a little sister seeing her eldest brother who had been wandering for ten years before returning home.

She is still so unpretentious, and she doesn't know how to hide it. As straightforward as Zhang Liao, he had to shake his head with a smile. "Dan Lao is not worried about your safety......"

"Then are you relieved?" Pu Sira swept away the heroism, and actually revealed the naughty look of a little woman.

"Of course I ...... I and I are also very worried about ......"

As soon as she heard this, Pu Sira noticed the existence of another woman, and immediately slipped to the ground on her own, stepped over and hugged Wen Congxin tightly, and chirped twice with her face left and right, "Sister is here too!"

Wen Congxin smiled dumbly, this girl ...... I really can't be angry with her. In terms of the date of birth, she is much older than herself. Now people call themselves "sisters", which is obviously a bit condescending. But this sincerity has to be accepted.

"Is that your friend? Why don't you introduce me?" Lancelot's deep voice sounded behind him.

"Oh - I was so happy that I almost forgot!" Pu Sira grabbed Wen Congxin's hand and turned around, "My sister Wen, my hero Zhang! ”

Hearing her say this, Lancelot immediately got up, "Those who fight side by side with the paladins are our comrades. Please sit down!"

Pu Sila was elated, pulled one in one hand, dragged Zhang Liao and Wen Congxin to the table, and sat down together.

The stunned Guy shuddered—Thankfully, I didn't neglect them, merciful lords!, and they were friends of the Knight of Joan of Arc, and they didn't seem to be on a good relationship...... Almost got into trouble, didn't you?

Nai hurriedly stepped forward with a wine rope and poured the best wine for the three of them.

Zhang Liao smiled gratefully at the sincere and terrified Hu Cong, and stood up with his wine glass, "I have long admired the name of Sir Lancelot, if I remember correctly, you are the greatest Knight of the Round Table under King Arthur......"

"One, one. Lancelot humbly added.

"Under the influence of your noble character, there is such an excellent subordinate existence. Zhang Liao gestured to Guy with a silver cup, which immediately flattered the latter!

"Borrow your glass of wine to celebrate our rare reunion, I did it, everyone is free-" Zhang Liao raised his glass to drink.

Where did Lancelot understand the taste of the celestial court's sycophants, and instantly floated lightly, and immediately got up and pressed his hand, "Wait, in the paladin's dictionary, there is no word 'casual'. Come, let's toast together, for the guests from afar, for our new comrades-in-arms!"

"Cheers!" a dozen knights slammed to their feet, their armor clanging against the edge of the table, but they still couldn't hide the crisp impact between the silver cups.

After a round of drinking, Wen Congxin's cheeks were red. Pusila, who is also a woman, did not change her face, and shook her golden ponytail in a radiant manner.

"One more round, quick—full!" she shouted.