The Emerald Tower

When it arrived at noon, there was a crowd of people on the square in the inner city of Helm.

The match between the two squadron captains of the Mord and Somo Thunder City Guard Corps attracted widespread attention.

This is naturally impossible in normal times.

However, with Pound Thunder's manipulation and Dean's acquiescence, everything becomes simple.

Mord, who has gained the mercy and reward of the saints, has made great progress.

People want to see what kind of strength Maud has acquired.

Under Pound Thunder's propaganda, those who were rewarded by Dean had already been fascinated, and, coupled with the propaganda of those returning prisoners of war.

Dean is walking up to the altar.

Of course, some people still do not believe it.

Although Dean showed absolute strength when guarding the City of Helm, it was easy to kill monsters, but he could bestow a person with strength...

This is like a blessing-like ability, and it is completely God can do it.

Therefore, the guards and residents of Helm walked to the square with curiosity.

The reason for the arrival of the prisoners is simpler.

After a short walk, and the same respect for Dean, they naturally stood behind Mod, and regarded Mod’s opponent as an enemy.

"Master Saint, sorry! I tried to persuade my uncle, but..."

Dro Thunder walked along the wooden steps to the viewing platform, and when he came to Dean's side, a deep apology appeared on his face.

"I know!"

Dean waved his hand and motioned the young man to sit down. When the latter sat beside him, Dean slowly continued: "Dro, you don't have to be like this at all, because this is something you can't stop now. ! Even if it is something you have to face in the future-remember the story I told you? That highness also faced such a difficulty, she wanted to protect her subjects, but there is always someone standing in her way Most of them are enemies on the road. A few are the closest people. These people have given the most high-sounding reasons, making it difficult for your Highness to move!"

"It's hard to move an inch?"

The young man chewed this sentence, after a moment. A wry smile appeared on his face.

Isn't this the picture of him now?

Originally in his plan, he should have started contacting many western city-states and tribes last night, but up to now, he still has not done anything. He can only sit here and watch the so-called competition.

because. He didn't even have an attendant to give orders.

Even the dead men, after returning yesterday, had all left his side.

As for the new guard?

No matter what he said, he said yes, and then told his uncle and grandfather.

"It can't go on like this, otherwise, everything will become irreversible!"

The young man murmured in a low voice.

Dean heard it clearly.

Although in the daytime, when there is no moon. Dean couldn't borrow that extraordinary power, but the two sides were basically sitting next to each other, and Dro Thunder didn't deliberately avoid it, so it was naturally clear.

"Wait patiently! Soon, it will be back to normal!"

Dean patted the young man's arm and said in a low voice.

At the same time, pointing to the distance without a trace.

Subconsciously, Dro Thunder followed Dean's fingers and looked at—

A sturdy coachman in leather armor drove the carriage straight and slowly approached.

This is a carriage drawn by four black horses slowly coming.

The carriage is also black, but the corners are wrapped with golden corners. The dark blue curtain blocked the window, making it impossible to see the inside of the car.

However, no one would deny the luxury of these two carriages.

You know, even the nobles. The corners of the carriage are nothing more than brass inlaid.

What's more, the four solid-color war horses are mighty at first glance.

Thunder Horse!

And some people with good eyesight exclaimed.

The best horse in the Thunder City, the offspring produced by combining with alchemy are docile, explosive, and excellent in endurance. Know how to cooperate with others.

These horses are called thunder horses.

And possessing such a war horse and even better knights has always been Thunder City's proudest thing.

However, they did not expect to see the Thunder Horse pulling the cart.

Even if this car looks very extraordinary.

Dro Thunder sitting on the viewing platform firmly squeezed the handle of the seat with his palm.

And his eyes were on the carriage.

When Pound Thunder walked down from it, Dean could hear the young man's rapid breathing because of the angry one.

At this time, Pound Thunder is no longer a dark robe in the usual way, but a red robe, but the red is golden.

The golden silk thread passed through the red robe, making the otherwise monotonous color extremely luxurious.

A jade the size of a baby's fist hung on Pound Thunder's chest, making it hard to move his eyes.

Under the gaze of everyone, Pound Thunder walked towards the viewing platform with a steady pace.

"Master Saint, Dro!"

Pound Thunder said hello.

Dean clearly heard the difference, but he didn't say much, just smiled and nodded, but Dro Thunder was angry.

It's not because of the change in his name.

Just because of the change in Pound Thunder.

"Uncle, why did you do this? Don't you know that Thunder Horses should be galloping on the battlefield? They shouldn't pull carts here, and your outfit..."

"Enough, the beasts that are made are to serve us better! As for my dress, it is my personal choice. Even if it's Dro, you shouldn't make any comments!"

Dro Thunder's words were directly interrupted by Pound Thunder.

The old man had a sullen face. After glancing at Dro Thunder, he walked straight to his seat——

A chair in front of Dean and Dro Thunder.

Although one level lower than the Dean and Dro Thunder chairs, they are closer to the competition venue. At the same time, according to Defendylan's view, they are also more noble.

In this regard, Dean did not say anything.

But Dro Thunder was trembling with annoyance.

Even with Dean's consolation, his face was still pale and coughing.

obviously. The anger caused the young man's dark wounds to strike again.

But when he heard such a cough, Pound Thunder smiled meaningfully, and then he waved at the guard on one side.

Woo, woo!

Two handles require the cooperation of three people: the two carry them on their shoulders in front, and the trombone can be sounded by the one with all the strength behind. The voice is long and melodious.

Then, people uttered the long-awaited cheers.

With the sound of the trumpet, it indicates that this competition has begun.

Before walking towards the field, Maud finally arranged his armor and long sword, while Aiji and others cheered and cheered.

"Come on. Mode!"

"Tell that guy Somo viciously!"

...

Facing such cheer and encouragement, Mode nodded heavily and walked towards the venue.

And before that, Suomo, fully armed, was already standing in the field. The armor, sword, and steel shield all over his body showed Suomo's face in the open visor.

The slightly strange blush seems to be infected by the surrounding atmosphere.

Suomo couldn't help laughing when he saw Moder walking in.

"I've been looking forward to this kind of battle for a long time, but I didn't expect such a stage!"

The voice was full of excitement and excitement. The blush on Suo Mo's face became more intense.

"Somo, you?"

Mode keenly discovered what was wrong, neither Sumo's appearance nor Sumo's voice was what he remembered.

"I'm fine! Never been as good as now!"

Suomo laughed loudly, and danced the sword in his hand vigorously.

Woo, woo!

The long sword made a sharp, heavy sound of breaking through the air, even amidst the layers of cheers, it seemed unusually clear and loud.

Mode stared.

Mode can clearly see that the long sword in Suomo's hand not only cut through the air, but also left a small trace on the ground.

One thing is certain, the tip of the sword did not touch the ground!

Relying only on the vacuum cut that cuts through the air...

Mode's brows frowned.

He knows Somo's strength very well. The opponent is a person who is good at avoiding, that is to say, the body is flexible, but there is no more power.

But now, the opponent is showing exceptionally strong muscle power.

and. Such power is rare even in those big captains.

Similarly, Dro Thunder on the management console also saw this scene.

The young man covering his mouth and coughing looked at Suomo in surprise.

After a few days of contact with Suomo's strength, the young people have a more detailed understanding.

Although not bad. But it is far from the present level.

"How is this going?"

The young man was surprised by Somo's changes.

At the same time, he saw Suomo's unusually flushed cheeks, and a bad premonition rose from the bottom of his heart.

"It's nothing, I just happened to find a way to make Suomo even better!"

Pound Thunder's voice came from the front.

Across the high chair back, Dro Thunder couldn't see the other party's expression, but he could feel the pride in the other's tone.

"But Suomo's strangeness... this will damage the body!"

Dro Thunder said in a deep voice ~www.readwn.com~Any gain, you need to pay! What's more, this is Suomo's own strong will. I just provided him with a platform-in fact, he thanked me very much before, because this was what he had been looking forward to! And I gave him what he wanted, so he was willing to pay for it. "

Pound Thunder said, with a high-pitched tone of reward.

Dean listened to the other party's words, with a playful smile on his face.

And Dro Thunder subconsciously refuted it.

"but……"

clang!

A crisp gong interrupted Dro Thunder's words.

The test has begun!

The first one~(To be continued.)

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