Hail the King

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"King of Byzantium, the person wanted by the blood knife mercenary group, you really don't know how to live or die, how dare you refuse to hand it over?"

A domineering low voice came from a camp in front of a subordinate country that was less than half the size of Chambord City. Fei raised his head and saw that the camp was surrounded by people a hundred meters away. His eyes were like lightning, Instantly, through the cracks of people, I saw that there seemed to be some conflict in the center of the camp. On the side of the conflict, a dozen or so big men all wore black and light leather armor, and on their chest leather armor, embroidered A machete dripping blood.

This is the logo of the Blood Knife Mercenary Group!

It's really hard to find a place to go through iron shoes, and it doesn't take much effort to get it.

Fei quietly squeezed into the crowd and came to the front. Through the fence of the camp, he saw the huge stone pillar beyond the mystery. The three big characters of Byzantium were engraved on it, telling people that this small camp was a city called Byzantium. The seat of a small dependent state.

Fei had never heard the name of this small country before, but from the whispered discussions of the surrounding audience, he knew that the Byzantine country was actually a very weak sixth-class subsidiary country, but its geographical location within the empire's borders, However, it is the exact opposite of Chambord City. It is located in the southernmost coastal harbor of the Zenit Empire. The climate is pleasant and the scenery is relatively beautiful, and it occupies a small harbor in the empire. The geographical conditions are much better than Chambord City.

Among the other large camps next to the Byzantine state camp, several neighboring countries of Byzantium are stationed, so the onlookers have people who know their situation very well, and they keep whispering so that Fei can get more information. The strength of the country is weak, but it occupies an important small port in the south. It has always been regarded as fat by the neighboring countries and coveted again and again. The old king passed away two years ago, leaving a minor only son to inherit the throne. , and the ministers took power again, and the whole kingdom was suddenly troubled by external and internal difficulties. This time, the little king personally led his people to participate in the martial arts competition, hoping to keep the title of the Byzantine Empire, but for some reason, he unexpectedly and The blood knife mercenary group with a fierce reputation in the imperial capital clashed.

The Blood Knife Mercenary Corps is one of the four major mercenary regiments in the empire. Its power spreads all over the imperial capital. It has a fierce reputation and is like a cloud of masters. It is also supported by the empire's great aristocratic group. Among the twenty-li camps, there are only ten mercenaries. The first-class dependent countries and a few powerful second-level dependent countries can make them retreat by three points. A sixth-level dependent country like Byzantium, which is so weak that it is precarious, may have its title canceled after this martial arts competition. Naturally, Blood Knife will not be afraid. Instead, they blatantly broke into the camp.

"Our head admires Miss Isabella, and specially invited her to a banquet at the headquarters of the imperial capital. How dare you stop him, King of Byzantium?" A strong man with two eight-edged black hammers bigger than his body waited. Looking at the young Byzantine king sneered, the threat was beyond words.

The King of Byzantium is a handsome but thin boy. He has obviously been pampered for a long time, and he has not been deeply involved in the world. His eyes are full of anger, and he is a little hesitant and helpless. He is covered by a white robe, and his thin body trembles slightly due to tension. He tightly hugged a graceful girl with one arm, and protected the panicked girl with his chest, as if he was holding his own life, he finally let go, facing the strong man's anger, he begged: "Captain Harry, Isabella...she...is sick, please let her go, let her go!"

The king of a country is so humble, it can be seen that the Byzantine country has indeed been weak for a long time.

"Hey, are you sick? Blood Knife Headquarters has the best doctors and healing magicians in the imperial capital, who can just cure her illness. Let's go!" His eyes were firmly fixed on the girl in the arms of the King of Byzantium, his eyes were shining faintly, and he looked so dazed that he wanted to swallow the girl.

"You are so presumptuous. Isabella is the future princess of Byzantine Kingdom, the person whom His Majesty loves dearly, the nobles of the royal family, how dare you bully and persecute my king like this group of rude villains?" The loyal guard finally couldn't bear it any longer.

Finally he spoke up and reprimanded.

boom!

Swing out a hammer.

The head of the guard who loyally protected the lord was smashed into a pile of meat in an instant, with blood spattering.

The burly man named Harry grinned, and provocatively rubbed the sledgehammer that was stained with the bodyguard's flesh and blood against the dead bodyguard's body, rubbing off the red and white brains, and then inserted it back again. He did not give the slightest explanation from the beginning to the end. It seemed that the one who just swung the hammer to death was just an annoying fly, not the personal guard of the Byzantine king.

"You..." The Byzantine king was shocked and angry.

"Your Majesty, why are you still hesitating? Please quickly agree to Captain Harry's request. Are you going to cut off the hope of my Byzantine Kingdom for the sake of a woman? Don't forget, only with the help of the Blood Knife Mercenary Group, Byzantine Kingdom Only then can we hope to keep the country’s title in this martial arts competition!” Behind the King of Byzantium, a chunky and rich young man in a purple brocade robe spoke, judging from his status, he seemed to be a minister of the Byzantine Kingdom, but his words His tone of voice, most of them scolded the young Byzantine king, but he nodded and bowed to Harry the Hammer, full of flattering smiles, and his attitude was interesting.

"Ike, as the herald of the Byzantine Kingdom, why...you..." The young Byzantine king pointed at the rich and fat man, so angry that he didn't know what to say.

"Hmph! Your Majesty, please make a quick decision. Don't ruin the effort of the late king by being a sinner of the Byzantine Kingdom because of a woman!" Fu Fat Fatty said coldly as he shot the snowflakes off his official robe.

"Your Majesty, save me, save me!" The girl, like a frightened deer, snuggled into the arms of the young Byzantine king, pleading with tears streaming down her face.

A wind blows and snowflakes fall on the head of the young Byzantine king.

The head of his loyal guard was crushed with an iron hammer in front of his eyes. The blood of his corpse was stained red with the pure white snow, and the blood was still steaming...

His enemy is aggressively forcing him to hand over the woman he loves so much.

His ministers, however, were by his side helping the tyrant to abuse and speak aggressively.

At this time, the Byzantine king, whose young and thin body bears a huge weight, seems to collapse at any time. His eyes are full of love and reluctance for the pregnant girl, more like a helpless and helpless man in love. An ordinary weak boy, not a high-ranking king of a country.

"Your Majesty, what are you waiting for? Are you really going to make Captain Harry angry? You actually put the life and death of Byzantium at risk for a lowly woman?"

"I..." The young Byzantine king showed pain in his eyes, struggling endlessly with contradictions.

"Hmph!" The big man with double giant hammers, who was obviously the leader of the blood knife present, snorted coldly and exerted pressure. The other dozen mercenaries sneered unkindly.

"Your Majesty, Isabella does not want you to be charged with destroying the country. I am willing to give everything for you. I... Lord Harry, Isabella is willing to go to the imperial capital with you for a banquet. I beg you, don't forget the promise, please I will definitely help His Majesty keep the title of the Byzantine country in the martial arts battle..."

Seeing the contradictory and painful expression in the young king's eyes, the innocent girl finally understood something. She sighed softly, reluctantly came out of the warm embrace of her lover, crystal clear tears rolled down her fair cheeks, dripping In the snow, his exquisite and petite body stood tremblingly in the snow, facing a group of blood knives like wolves and tigers, like a delicate white flower in the cold wind, his pure face was full of despair and heartbreak, and he was so beautiful. Pitiful.

"No..." The young Byzantine king groaned in pain and despair, reaching out his hand to save something, but the fat young man in purple grabbed him.

"Hahahaha!" The blood knife mercenaries laughed triumphantly.

"Hey... What a bunch of beasts. In the past few days, there are no less than 50 girls from various countries who have been snatched by them under various names..." Among the crowd outside the barracks, someone sighed softly. Tian specially bought some beautiful girls from various affiliates, and brought them into the imperial capital as gifts for the forces behind him. Such viciousness has already aroused resentment, but the blood knife is powerful, and there are big nobles behind it, some affiliated countries dare to anger dare not speak.

The softest part of Fei's heart was instantly touched by the scene in front of him.

Especially when he saw the painful and struggling eyes of the young Byzantine King, and the desperate and heartbroken expression of the girl named Isabella, for some reason, Fei suddenly felt that the situation of the Byzantine King and his beloved woman was so different. It is so similar to some of the things I have experienced before. Didn’t I also suffer from the dilemma of Herald Bazel and the Black Armor Army? be miserable...

Thinking of this, Fei lifted the cloak that was buttoned on his head.

"Kill all the evil thieves of the blood knife mercenary group, people who have nothing to do with it, get out of the way!"

A loud shout suddenly came from among the crowd.

Along with the loud shouts, dozens of red fireballs with a diameter of more than ten centimeters shot out instantly.

Boom boom boom——!

Flames exploded in the air in an instant, the temperature suddenly rose, and a deep red color illuminated the night sky. The powerful fluctuation of magic power shocked the audience. More than a dozen members of the blood knife mercenary group were the first to bear the brunt. They were caught off guard and were hit by fireballs head-on!

"Ahhh..."

The blood knife mercenary who was hit by the red fireball immediately burned with scorching flames, screamed and rolled to the ground, rolling back and forth, but he couldn't extinguish the flames, and was quickly burned to a pile of ashes, including his armor and The weapons turned into molten iron!

The whole scene was extremely terrifying.

"Who?" Harry, the leader of the blood knife, held the double hammers, turned around and shouted angrily.

"The person who killed you!" Fei switched from [Mage Mode] to [Barbarian Mode], laughed wildly and separated everyone, and strode into the camp with murderous intent and awe-inspiring aura. The demon god descended from the sky, walked towards the field step by step.

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