The Emerald Tower

In the room with the map and the sand table, Fender listened to Kodo’s report--

"Fedok and Zold died in battle, the archer lost more than 70 people, and the marksman team died. No damage to the target, two minor injuries to the target!"

Kodo's quaint face didn't change at all, and he narrated the result plainly.

"My niece is really lucky!"

Fender sighed like this, and then, his gaze turned to the record at hand, the long black and red hair turned with the twist of his neck, as if stirring the coagulated blood.

This record is three pages long, densely packed with handwriting, all describing a person: Dean!

Fender picked up the record and flipped through it.

This is not the first time he has read it, but his expression is still focused and serious.

It can even be said to be looking at each word.

"Dean Ken Zelgang has the talent of giants, and has mastered various secrets and secrets including [Dragon Swordsmanship] [Frost Swordsmanship] [Mountain Power], etc., and is extremely knightly honor. In the north of Emerald, there are five territories: Horn Town, Horseshoe Town, Shield Town, Mask Town, and Zelgan Neck. In the south of Emerald, although there is no territory, there are Frost Nobles. Supported by China, has a considerable fleet, and his fiancée is the young daughter of the Jade Military Minister..."

Flipping through this record, Fender kept drawing Dean's ‘image’ in his mind.

It's just that, instinctively, Fender felt that an important piece of puzzle was missing-even if he saw Dean with his own eyes, this piece of puzzle was not found.

"What are you hiding?"

Fender said to himself like this.

After a few minutes. Fender ended his guessing and looked at the help he relied on most-

"Thick burial of the war dead, the families of Fedok and Zold, and give corresponding help!"

Fendel ordered like this, and then. Findelton paused, and then continued: "The news of Dean Ken Zelgang's participation in the swordsmanship competition of the founding of the nation commemorative celebration is spread to the counties. The detailed description of Dean Ken Zelgang's strength And. Lower the qualifications to participate in the swordsmanship competition!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

The old man leaned forward and left the room.

After a while, eleven messages passed through the transmission crystal. The news spread to eleven counties in Gaosai.

Then, a team of carrier pigeons and falcons flew out from the secret strongholds in the eleven counties and sent the news to various places in the county.

...

In a chaotic, dirty tavern, a large group of mercenaries are fighting.

The large number of people flooded the entire tavern, everyone was drunk, punching and kicking.

They have forgotten what they did in the first place.

just now. They just want to defeat the victor in front of them and become the final victor.

The owner of the tavern did not panic at all. Shirtless, he showed strong rock-like muscles, even if he was ordinary, but still full of power.

"Hit him! Hit him!"

"Kick him in the crotch!"

"Finger gouging his eyes!"

The man holding the wine barrel pointed to the mercenaries present with various nasty moves while drinking, bursting into laughter from time to time.

undoubtedly. He is the happiest.

"Boss Oilo, Boss Oilo!"

The shout from outside the tavern made the man holding the barrel frown. Although I wanted to pretend that I couldn't hear it, I finally turned over and skipped the bar. Walked out of the tavern.

Those mercenaries who were fighting had already fallen into enthusiasm, ignoring everything around them. When a figure appeared in front of them, they naturally swiped a punch subconsciously.

However, these fists were only half-struck, and they were twisted by an invisible force.

They knocked down other places one after another, or simply hit themselves.

Therefore, when Oilo passed by, an ‘empty’ aisle appeared.

It's just that, the next moment, it was occupied by those mercenaries again, and it became a arena-enough people were lying underground, and they didn't care who did it, as long as it was not themselves lying down.

Outside the door, a thin man was talking excitedly--

"The Swordsmanship Tournament at the Memorial Ceremony of the Founding of King Oilo! Your chance is here!"

The thin man shouted again and again.

"I'm not a nobleman, and I don't know how to use swordsmanship!"

The man holding the wine barrel raised his brows.

"Anyone can participate-really anyone can participate! Boss Oilo, with your strength, you can definitely win the championship, as long as you win the championship, we will develop!"

The thin man rubbed his palms excitedly, as if he had already seen the appearance of the man in front of him winning the championship.

"I will think about it!"

Oilo frowned and said like this.

Then, without giving the thin man in front of him a chance to answer again, he went straight back to the tavern and closed the door forcefully.

...

On a trail in the wild, a young man ran swiftly, his forehead was already covered with sweat, but when he thought of the news, he was really excited and couldn't help himself.

Swordsmanship competition at the National Foundation Memorial Festival!

A commemorative celebration contest that anyone can really participate in!

opportunity! This is an opportunity!

The young man's heart became more and more hot, and his speed became faster, and when he passed through a bush again, his eyes suddenly opened up.

Under the sound of the rushing water, a waterfall one hundred feet high hit the pool forcefully.

The impact is like a thousand horses, and any one who enters it will be crushed.

But under the impact, a middle-aged man wielded his long sword under the waterfall. The black, smooth stone. Ordinary people couldn't stand even in battle. Coupled with the impact of the waterfall, it was even more difficult. It's harder.

But the man in front of him was waving his long sword like walking on the ground.

"Teacher, teacher!"

The teenager looked at the middle-aged man and shouted loudly.

However, the middle-aged man fell on deaf ears.

"The Swordsmanship Competition of the Founding of the Republic of China! Anyone can participate in the Swordsmanship Competition of the Founding of the Republic!"

The boy who knew the teacher's temper spoke straightforwardly.

But the middle-aged man dancing his sword under the waterfall still didn't mean to stop, the long sword in his hand was getting faster and faster. A series of sword shadows brought up the dazzling sword light, and the waterfall water that had originally impacted was completely blocked by this time, and no drop fell on him.

Hum!

There was a violent shaking. Countless swords and photos merged into one, straight up into the sky.

The waterfall that rushes down is divided straight into two.

The boy looked at this scene, even if it was not the first time he saw it, he was still dumbfounded.

The middle-aged man appeared beside the young man in a flash, his sword returned to its sheath. Stride forward.

"Teacher, where are you going?"

The boy shouted behind him.

"The Royal Capital!"

The middle-aged man said without looking back.

The boy was startled, then rushed up, shouting loudly: "Champions. We are definitely champions!"

...

Inside a cold, damp dungeon.

The two jailers chatted--

"Do you know? Anyone can now participate in the swordsmanship competition at the Founding of the People's Republic of China Memorial Ceremony!"

"Well, it seems that because a very strong emerald took part in the competition, those noble children were not sure. This lowered the threshold of the competition!"

"That group of fat pigs will play such tricks!"

"But, what do we care about?"

The two jailers smiled at each other, and then. One of them stood up, took his whip, and walked towards the prison.

"Going to whip that guy again?"

Another jailer asked casually.

"Otherwise, what are you doing? Although I hate those fat pigs. But I dare not listen to their orders, otherwise, I will end up like that guy!"

The jailer with the whip shrugged his shoulders.

"That guy is really a lunatic, dare to confront those nobles for a woman... Uh!"

The jailer's words stopped in shock, and he lowered his head and looked at his chest. A blood-stained palm came out of his chest.

"you you!"

The jailer with the whip realized that it was wrong, and turned around and saw the object he should have beaten. Appearing in front of him, he subconsciously raised the whip.

but. The huge palm squeezed his head abruptly.

Snapped!

The hard skull ruptured.

The tall, sturdy man with bruises all over his body, the man exuding the breath of beasts ignored his **** palms. He just whispered: "The Founding of the People's Republic of China Memorial Ceremony Swordsmanship Contest...Anyone can participate..."

Then, the man raised his head and let out a roar of a beast.

The whole body crawled on the ground, and then suddenly jumped upward.

boom!

Boom!

A straight hole was knocked out of the hard dungeon, and among the countless masonry waste, the beast-like man disappeared.

...

Dean sits in a chair ~www.readwn.com~ He holds a piece of cooked lamb horn in his hand, and his other hand gently strokes the hound's head.

The hound enjoyed the owner's touch and the food in front of him, and hummed from time to time, looking very satisfied.

This hound was'given' to him by the eldest son of the Dre family.

At the time of the attack, Dean thought the hound must be dead.

However, what I didn't expect was that when the city guard appeared and cleaned the battlefield, the hound ran out of the side again, and there was no injury.

In response, Dean sighed the other party's luck.

In the end, he chose to bring the hounds back to the Zelgaon family fleet.

And, named Kerr.

"I, I want to touch, touch it!"

Mi Weier squatted next to the hound and stretched out her hand carefully, but after Kerr turned her head and barked her teeth, she immediately retracted it.

After several consecutive times, Mi Weier looked at Dean.

"You should not ask me, you need to ask Kerr!"

Dean said this, but he handed the lamb horns in his hands to Mi Weier, then stood up and walked out.

In the cabin, Tom stood there.

"The teacher is here!"

Tom respectfully told Dean.

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