"The so-called battle is nothing more than a ritual. In this ceremony, the victor is glorified, while the loser is washed away with blood. ”

"Fuji" continent, Night Sakura Castle.

In a Japanese-style dry landscape garden, a handsome man dressed in red Jinping is standing on the white sand stone, speaking softly. Although he spoke in a small tone, Santuhime, who was kneeling on the tatami mat, listened very carefully.

"In the ceremony, the status of both parties is reciprocal. At this point, the sword should be swung in a sacred posture. Confusion in breathing and trembling hands and feet are signs of inferiority and are taboos in rituals. Such an enemy will only hinder the ceremony, and if you encounter him, you don't have to respect him, so let's execute him as soon as possible. Uttering these esoteric, incomprehensible words like a self-absorbed man, the handsome man walked around casually, holding a katana in his hand. But his gripping technique is similar to holding a dog's tail grass, and the long knife seems to be out of his hand at any time and falls to the ground, making others anxious for him.

The floor of the courtyard is a fine white sand like water waves, which is formed by carefully raking with a small rake, which is full of beauty and is also delicate and fragile, and once stepped on it, it will leave a flawed footprint. But strange to say, this man stepped on clogs, but he walked around without destroying the composition of the sand and stones. His breathing was fairly steady, two seconds at a time, two seconds at a time. If Yu Qingfeng is present, he will recognize that he is the first person of "Fuji", the Fuso sword master Kazuki Demon, ranked fifth in the world, and the favorite god of Japanese female gamers (famous for his neutral appearance). His hair is soft and black and shiny, no different from the main character in the shampoo commercial, which can make girls jealous; There are countless butterflies on his plateau, moon-white and pitch-black...... He is like a god of flowers, surrounded by butterflies into the world, and everyone who sees him will be ashamed of himself.

"Sir, you will definitely be distrained by the vigorous exercise during the battle, which contradicts what you said." Kazuki Ringo asked. Her hair is also the same as the Flower Moon Demon, like a black waterfall, which is very beautiful.

"It's not a contradiction." Hearing the questioning, the Flower Moon Demon did not get angry, and was still soft-spoken, extremely gentle. He's not a sissy, but he has a kind of gentleness that is rare among Japanese men, so he doesn't talk babbling or cold. "For the masters, breathing is only a little faster during the fight, and there is still a pattern to follow. 'Breathing disorder' is when you breathe without any regularity or rhythm. When fighting with Yu Qingfeng, his breathing sound was calm, like a tune full of beauty and harmony. ”

"Sir, the sound of breathing is the criterion for evaluating masters?"

"In a nutshell, that's it, hero-level NPCs and gods basically have their own breathing rhythms." The Kazuki Demon walked to the end of the courtyard and turned around without any smoke. The fine sand beneath his feet rippled and then re-formed into waves, and he stood in the middle of the new waves. At this time, he was incredibly beautiful, and his smile was like a spring breeze: "Now, come down and fight with me, forget your identity and mine, just try your best to maintain your posture." If your posture is too vulgar and ugly......"

"That would get in the way of the ceremony." Kazuki Ringo took over the conversation, carefully stood up and bowed, then pulled out the black and red cherry blossom fan, walked down the steps, and also stood in the white sand. Her foot bags and white sand are set against each other, and she can't compare who is whiter, or should I say, her calves be the whitest? The red mist mixed with dead air slowly emanated from her body, filling the air and disturbing one after another, like cherry blossom pollen blown by the spring breeze, so shy.

"Forgive me for being rude, brother."

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"The war has begun."

In the mansion of Dorduvisri, Karl, Viscount Karl said this to his guests. The guest was none other than the Twilight Prayer Bears, who clutched an orange and leaned thoughtfully back in his chair.

Carl, who had lost his position as lord of the castle, was radiant, and not only had his mustache neatly trimmed, but he also threw white powder on his face (to make his face look paler). His hairstyle is a good way to flatter the shortcomings of his large and square face. He wears a loose silk dress with a round, low collar and black pants on the lower body, a look that suits him well. He held a gilded finch head staff in his hand and rested it on his lap, which gave Pers a second glance. I don't know if it's because of the private conversation, or because of the change of mindset after being deposed, Carl is a little active and no longer likes to mumble.

"The military headquarters sent an army of thirty-five thousand men, and the remaining thirty thousand were used to defend the capital. And the old guys in the military department are arguing about whether to put all the troops on it. Come on, this is the war that will decide the outcome of Olquila, and if there is a crushing defeat due to the lack of troops, it will not help no matter how safe the capital is. ”

After listening to this, Perls smiled and said: "You are an outsider, of course, you can see through it, but those in power have to make such a decision due to various interest disputes. How can the major families agree to stake all their forces and make the city of Doludives defense-defense? Maybe Astant will see the right moment and stick a knife in our back—Olquilla, who has been drained by the necromantic creatures, can't beat those marksmen. ”

"Where can I win if I don't fight?" Karl shrugged: "So the aristocracy has become a cancer in Olquila, eroding the health of the country every day. At this time, the only ones who can be counted on are adventurers, they are not afraid of death at all, they are an endless army, much better than our soldiers. ”

"But adventurers won't obey us at all." Perls added. He quietly took the orange behind him. The skin of the orange slowly turns black.

That's why Lingwynny himself went into battle and commanded the army. He is also quite pitiful, he is so old that he is about to retire, and he has to be pushed out to support the scene. After all, except for Stitch, the younger generation of officers all died cleanly in the 'Doomsday Encounter', otherwise there would be no one available now. You see, in the past, nobles would join the army, so that they could mix up knighthoods or some kind of official position, but now when they hear that they are going to fight necromantic creatures, who will go? ”

"You are really very critical of the aristocracy." Perls casually threw the shriveled black orange under the table and leaned forward to attract Carl's full attention: "So did you follow the advice I gave you?" ”

"Of course. Your advice, Your Excellency, is indeed brilliant. Karl sneered, ambition about to overflow from his eyes: "Your Majesty and those old fellows have received letters of recommendation, if there are no accidents, my dear political enemies will take office in the next three days, and then wait to be ruined." A few of my friends are also very interested in the Twilight Sect, and I have arranged a banquet for you so that you can communicate more. ”

"Thank you. May God bless you. Perls nodded, holding his hand to his chest.

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The "Gothic" continent, a small and inconspicuous city.

It was getting dark. A group of knights in silver armor rode horses and galloped from the main road. The horses were all white horses, with flowing manes, fat and strong, quiet and light when they ran, and they were obviously uniformly trained. The knights were also quite good at riding, they did not make any special movements, nor did they give any commands, and the horses kept the same pace, not even the sound of hooves. They were dusty, but they were not tired, and they could not tell that they had been on the road all day.

"Go into the city and rest." The knightly road at the head is concise and to the point.

Under the control of the knights, the horses turned in unison, slowed down, and moved towards the city gates. The guards at the city gate were about to stop the column of knights, but they immediately moved out of the way, for no other reason, but because they could see the cross emblem on the knight's chest by the light of the fire on the city wall—this was the elite knights of the Knights of the Iron Hoof and the Inquisition directly under the Holy See, and each member of the team had a high level of combat power. Of course, strength is not the only reason why the Knights of the Iron Hoof are feared, more importantly, they have the power to designate someone as a heretic. No one wants to be treated as a heretic and tortured and tortured in the Inquisition, so no one will offend the Knights of the Iron Hoof.

As the knights silently passed the street corner, one of the knights suddenly said, "Commander." ”

"What's the matter?" It seems that the knight at the head does not like to talk much.

"The orphanage I just passed was built at the expense of Bishop Pluto, and this is the evidence I found last week that he had secretly sold indulgences and obtained a large amount of ill-gotten gains. Need a detailed investigation? ”

The regimental commander replied: "Pluto is dead, there is no need to investigate anymore, and his file is sealed like this." ”

"Yes!"

The knights remained silent again, and disappeared at the end of the road, only the sound of iron-clad hooves proved that they had come.

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Osgiria, the western wall.

Because the western and southern walls were close to Osgilia, they were also attacked very strongly, and even the head of the city was lost several times.

[Blood Red Raid: Ghost Dance Steps]!

Under the city walls, where Frankie's afterimage passed, screams came and went! In terms of level disparity, the injuries suffered by the living players are not fatal, but they are enough to cause a "crippled" state - where the teeth of Francilla are headed, it is either the ankle or the wrist, which greatly reduces the combat power of the living player! When the players took out the potion, they found that some low-grade potions were corroded by dead air as soon as they were opened, and drinking them was equivalent to taking poison!

【Mine Trap】!

Frankie accidentally stepped on the mechanism set by the alchemist, and was then lifted by the air wave. A large hole had been blown out of its left front leg, revealing Bai Sensen's leg bones. But this float in the air gives players a chance - the cowboy throws the rope ring and activates [Bind]; The priest hurriedly seized the time to chant, wanting to perform the [Purification Technique]; The archer draws his bow and shoots [Stun Arrow], the mage shoots [Frozen Bullet], and the knight rushes forward [Shield Strike...... Frankie took seven or eight skills in an instant, and one crimson damage after another burst out from above his head, accumulating seven hundred!

"Damn, this boss's blood is so long, it's already five thousand blood, and you have to add two thousand in this ghost environment!" The knight put away his shield and muttered.

"Don't be in a daze, there are still two seconds left in the skill, hurry up and hold the hatred!" The cowboy grabbed the rope loop in both hands and yelled at the knight. Although he won in the skill decision, it was based on the opponent's levitation and power attribute reduction (because the feet did not touch the ground, there was nowhere to exert force), and the hands that had already ground out blisters did not know if they could hold on for two more seconds.

Before he could finish speaking, Frankie was already roaring and breaking the rope, and his eyes turned red. In the next moment, the afterimages danced in all directions, rolling up bursts of bloody rain. The priest attracted the most hatred, and his neck was bitten off by Frankie, and he died and returned to the city.

"The boss is 'berserk'! The ranged professions all retreat—" Before the cowboy could finish his sentence, he was bitten by the throat and followed the priest as well.

Death, and it continues.