Hail the King

It took a long time for the cheering crowd to stop slowly.

At this time, the eyes of everyone looking at Fei have completely changed, especially the guards of the Soros caravan who were a little neglected. The haughty aristocrats don't think much of the words of the country bumpkin king in this remote corner, so at this time, the eyes looking at Fei are full of awe and adoration. This is the natural reaction of the weak to the strong. In the Azeroth continent of the law of the jungle, the strong Those who are respected, everything with fists and swords and words.

The team set off after a little reorganization.

The victory of this battle dissipated the cloud of sneak attack that had been hanging over the expedition team and the Soros caravan. Now that there is such a strong man who can defeat the Judgment Knight in the formation, unless someone is tired of life, it is too late to please. Also attacked? Which thing is asking for death!

So everyone is full of confidence.

Fei comfortably rode on the back of the big black dog, holding the beauty in his arms.

After crossing the Shuangta Mountain, there is only a slightly undulating hill and hill, and then there is an endless vast plain. The journey of the expeditionary force is already smooth, and there will be no more dangerous mountains and rivers. If it goes well, it will take more than a day. Reach the territory of the empire.

However, when he stepped on the road to the distant hills and was about to go far away, Fei suddenly turned his head and looked north. At the moment just now, for some reason, Fei suddenly had a feeling in his heart, a faint feeling A strange feeling lingered in his heart, as if he encountered something in the distant city of Chambord...

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Rumble——!

The entire grassland trembled, and the earth wailed.

The cavalry galloping wildly like the water of absolute mention, floated on the boundary line between heaven and earth in the distance. The long strips of banners flying in the air are like long black dragons, struggling ferociously above the sky. These banners are all black, with blood-dripping steel knives and white paint painted on them simply and uglyly with red and white paint. This is an army of unknown origin, all wearing armor that can be blackened, and the knights headed by them don't have any badges on their horses, armor, helmets and shields, obviously hiding their possessions on purpose.

A total of two thousand black-armored knights galloped like a black torrent with murderous aura.

Directly in front of them, on a slightly raised hill, two riders, one red and one black, stood majestically, like a boulder standing between heaven and earth, facing the black torrent without fear,

Quietly waiting for something.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer.

"Didier Drogba, the golden Taurus knight under King Chambord's command, is here. Listen to the army on the opposite side, you have invaded the territory of Chambord Kingdom, within ten breaths of your time, turn your head and evacuate immediately, otherwise... kill—nothing --amnesty!"

A knight on the hill suddenly yelled loudly, the sound resounded like rolling thunder through the sky, and spread far away, suppressing the sound of thousands of cavalry galloping ahead.

but--

call out!

The response from the opposite side was a long, louder arrow.

With a piercing scream, it was deafening, and the body of the arrow was covered with a faint color of flame, shooting like a flying fire meteor descending from the nine heavens.

"Not good... Didier, be careful!" Lampard's face changed drastically.

He could see that this arrow contained strong fire-attribute fighting energy fluctuations, and the momentum was astonishing, like lightning. At least it was an arrow shot by a three-star mid-level upper-level fighting energy expert. He was worried that Drogba would be careless and take the lead. Stretching out a fist, a silver lightning shot out from the fist, just hitting the fiery red arrow, it exploded in the air with a bang, a wave of transparent air scattered, and the nearby vegetation was destroyed!

"You son of a bitch, don't be ashamed!" Drogba was furious.

He looked around, rolled his eyes, reached out to take down the giant ax hanging from the side of the saddle, swung his arms hard, and threw it out. With a pound of force, the big ax spun wildly and whizzed, piercing through the air even more than the fiery red arrow before.

This ax was thrown nearly two hundred meters by him.

The knight who shot the arrow before did not dare to block it head-on, his body was shining with fiery red fighting spirit, he jumped up in the air in an instant, dodged it, his posture was extremely sensitive, and he returned to the horse with a flicker, obviously he was a master.

However, the others who followed behind him were actually unlucky.

When the first person had no time to react, he was hit head-on by the giant ax that crazily rotated and cut. Even so, the great ax remained strong, shining like a silver light, and six or seven knights in full armor behind them also suffered the same fate, and instantly set off a bloody countercurrent in the torrent of cavalry.

"Damn it, rush up and kill him!" The fire-type vindictive knight who escaped from the catastrophe slammed, drew out the long sword in his crotch, and gnashed his teeth and shouted in hatred.

The black torrent speeded up its advancement, making it even more arrogant and crazy.

Shhhhhhhh-!

There was a sharp sound of piercing through the air, and the four long swords wrapped in fighting spirit on the opposite side were shining with various colors, and shot instantly.

"No, there are masters in the opposing team! The two of us can't resist, let's withdraw!"

When Lampard heard the sound of the arrows shooting through the air, his expression changed drastically. The four arrows were powerful, indicating that there were at least four masters of the third level and above in the opponent's main camp, coordinating with them. With more than 2,000 black torrent cavalry, it is not something he and Drogba can stop by relying on their own strength.

"Frank, don't be in a hurry, and then give this group of bastards a little gift, hehe..."

As Drogba said, he took off the other three giant axes hanging from the saddle of the Scarlet Flame Beast. With three sharp whirring sounds, the giant axes seemed to be chopped into pieces under his terrifying brute force. The space whistled and rotated like a few words, and set off three bloody countercurrents in the black torrent of momentum on the opposite side.

"Damn..."

"Sinners..."

"kill--!!"

Before meeting each other, Drogba killed more than forty people with his four throwing axes, and made the four in the front, who were bursting with all kinds of fighting spirits, growl in anger. In a blink of an eye, the distance between the two sides became close One hundred meters away, the rain of arrows covered the two of them head-on...

"Quick back—!"

The two jumped on the Red Flame Beast, kicking up dust. The speed of the fourth-level beast, the Red Flame Beast, far surpassed the horses under the crotch of the cavalry behind him, and it left the battlefield in an instant, and flew back in the direction of Chambord City.

Three kilometers away.

More than a hundred soldiers from Chambord City are waiting in battle on a hill. The leader has long black hair like a waterfall, a strange black armor all over his body, and a five-finger-wide black five-foot long sword on his waist. Chambord military magnate Goethe-Bruck.

The reinforcements from Chambord City have arrived!

Five kilometers behind the more than one hundred reinforcements, there are six or seven hundred exhausted Chambord miners who are going to the city with all their strength, with the help of compatriots who came out from other cities to welcome them. As long as these people enter the city, the Chambord army can rely on them It is not a problem to defend the terrain, or even counterattack and wipe out these sudden enemies.

"Master Brook, things have changed. The enemy has four masters!" Frank and Drogba came to the front and told Goethe Brook in detail what they found after the contact.

Brooke's face changed, but he quickly calmed down again: "It's okay, we only need to delay them for a quarter of an hour before we can retreat back to the city." He frowned and thought for a while, and in the next moment, a series of decisive orders came quickly The word passed on like flowing water, Brooke's prestige was very high, and everyone responded immediately and began to prepare quickly.

Soon, a thunderous black iron flow appeared in sight, and the four masters in the front with all kinds of grudges shining all over their bodies were the most eye-catching.

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