Vol 2 Chapter 72: enter
Bayer's steadfast eyes turned to Alten, with a small smile: "Being able to participate in a near-real-world trial and experience the dangers of blood and fire is my pursuit as a true knight and has nothing to do with the identity of the Crown Prince." He looked to Ulrich, Duke of Gorse, "Uncle Ulrich, since you agreed to Sophia's request, shouldn't you refuse me again? I also got my father's consent."
The old duke sighed, "You young people ... well, fulfill your wishes."
His slack eyelids drooped, blocking all the emotional changes in the dark blue eyes.
Earl Nurembeke laughed heartily: "Fine, Bayer, the knight should be tempered by the battle! If I hadn't traveled to the northern provinces and participated in the war against Shahran, I would be in the earth with countless knights, Fighting in the sky, at the bottom of the river, and passing through death repeatedly, maybe I can't advance into the sky knight in my life. "
"Uncle Nurembeke, you have always been my role model." Bayer grinned, then turned and walked towards Arten, laughing casually, "as my good friend, I hope you can fight with me . "
Alten's expression immediately became excited, and he knelt down on one knee and said with the knight's loyalty to the lord, "This is my glory, His Royal Highness, I will always be your knight."
Following the excitement of his noble children, with the joining of His Royal Highness Prince, with his identity and strength, the situation is once again beneficial to himself and others!
This is why Alten is so excited. Bayer's right appearance has made him see the light in the sinking darkness!
"Unexpectedly, His Royal Highness is also here, and he is still standing by Alten ..." Lucien "hiddenly" whispered to himself.
Sophia next to her face was as white as fat, without any emotional changes. She said with a smile: "With the addition of my brother, things become interesting. Otherwise, we have two five-levels here, and bullying Alten is like It's not fun to bully a child. "
It didn't take long for Altenn to enter the ranks of the Grand Cavaliers. It is currently only three levels.
is it? Little girl ... Lucien said in a funny belly that her real age may not be as old as Sophia, but her psychological age is far beyond.
Lucian's gaze crossed Sophia's sharp nose, looking at Claire and Ralf, and watching their reactions.
When Claire's white and neat teeth bit her red lips unconsciously, her eyes flickered and fluttered. Ralph clenched his right hand into a fist, and pressed it against his mouth. They all looked slightly distressed. Apparently the appearance of the princess and prince made them doubt again about their hopes of victory.
The expressions and movements of the remaining heir candidates were similar. Suddenly, a 17-year-old boy stood out and said, "Uncle Duke, I want to quit."
"Well?" Ulrich looked at him harshly.
The adolescent youth said frustratedly: "They are too strong, I have no hope of winning, and still do not accept the blow."
"Very wise." It was Dout who was talking, and he was smug.
The Duke of Ulrich didn't say much, and concessions were not necessarily weak. Sometimes smart.
With the opening, all candidates except Borak, Alten, Claire and Raelf quit.
"His prince. Your power has completely overwhelmed them." Andris seemed to be flattered, "You are indeed the most gifted of this generation of knights."
The bloodline of the family of the gods is the "Seraph". Different members of the Seraph have different abilities. Some are inclined to hand combat, some are inclined to cast, and some are both. For example, the balance inspired by Rudolph II is balance. To the "King of Angels" bloodline. Sophia is an "angel of the wind" purely cast, and Bayer is an "angel of justice" that favors melee.
Bayer shook his head with a smile: "Although I am confident in myself, when it comes to the most gifted of this generation of knights, there is no doubt that Princess Natasha of the Duchy of Vaurit can be 26 years old. She became a knight from time to time, even if it is very rare in historical records. With her will to smooth out the two top bloodlines, there will be no obstacles before becoming a golden knight, so I admire her very much, but I feel inferior. I hope that I can advance to the sky knight as soon as possible so that I can go to Aalto and see if the most beautiful violet has the same unparalleled appearance and combat talent as the legend. "
He spoke frankly without seeing any inferiority and shame, but rather a little motivating himself.
"Maybe Princess Natasha will be the queen of the empire." Andris laughed in consonance, pun intended.
Lucien rubbed his chin and looked at them with a smile.
"My brother's dream will never come true. The church cannot allow the Duchy of Ouolit to return to the arms of the empire, knowing that Her Royal Highness Princess is already the Countess of Violet." Sophia whispered with a smile.
Deni combed his forehead hair: "That's not necessarily true. Sometimes love can make people do the most stupid things. If the empire and the principality are firm, the church can't get involved."
"It depends on the charm of my brother." Sophia giggled.
There is little hope of your brother's charm, but it is certainly possible for you, Lucian muttered secretly.
Seeing the time had come, Ulrich the Duke of Gorse announced:
"The trial of the underground palace begins. Whoever among the four successor candidates first reaches the secret room full of oil paintings of the ancestors of the gorse family, whoever wins, and if no one arrives, whoever persists until the end is considered a winner."
"Remember, the underground palace is always changing. The maps you bought heavily are useless. At the same time, everyone comes in different places. Don't try to ambush in place, it will delay your time."
There are only goals and no rules. All means are allowed in the underground palace. However, during the trial, you cannot bring followers. In addition to verifying your identity, checking the identity is also to prevent someone from deforming the items for the day knight. This will completely turn the trial to one side. .
The weird stone gate behind Ulrich slowly turned black, just like the open mouth of a horrible monster, and Alten first stood in front of it.
Count Nurembeke took out a gorse pin and pierced the back of his hand.
Lucian's eyes were slightly fixed, his eyes drooping, and he understood that this was verifying the bloodline. Could the deformed mask hide them?
A drop of flickering faint blood coagulated on the needle of the gorse pin, and was quickly absorbed by it, without any trace of blood stains.
Count Nurembeke nodded softly: "Go in. Alten."
When Alten reached the edge of the dark gate, he suddenly turned back to look at Lucien, with a slight provocation, holding his five fingers in his right hand in turn, raising his fists, and striding without waiting for Lucien's response. Disappeared into the darkness.
Next, it was Lucian's turn.
Hold out your left hand calmly. Struggling to relax the heartbeat and muscles, watching Nurembecker pierce his pin into his veins, and felt a little itch.
As soon as the pin left the back of the hand, Lucian's spirit was immediately tense, ready to explode after being exposed, to hold Sophia or to escape.
That drop of blood seemed to shrink the silver moon countless times, and the light shone out, and then shook the needle a few times, shaking Lucian's heart almost to stop beating.
After a brief shake, blood was strangely absorbed by the pin. No trace left.
"Borac, go in. What about your weapons and armor?" Earl Nurembeke smiled slightly curiously.
Lucian pointed to his storage bag and revered respectfully, "It's all inside."
Knowing that he was using his extraordinary items as his hole cards, Nurembeke stopped asking more and let him walk in front of the dark gate, while the expressions of Ralph and Claire at the back of the team changed slightly.
Without turning back, Lucian walked unhappily into the dark door.
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As if through a layer of cold, wet mist, Lucian found himself in a servant-like room. Spacious but only rows of standard wooden beds and a few worn wooden cabinets.
After putting on the fireweaver's bracelet, dodging boots, transforming robes, and ogre power gloves, and changing the robe into silver-gray armor, Lucian took out the frosty sword with flashing blue light. Leaving the room, stepping into the corridor, based on the information provided by Rhein and the surrounding layout, began to determine the secret passageway into the inner layer of the palace, which is the secret room filled with oil paintings of the ancestors of the gorse family.
"This underground palace was once hosted by alchemy life, but then I don't know why it died. It can only change according to instinct, and the law of change is the astrological map of the Thanos constellation." Lucian grasped the sword with both hands, slowly Walking, observing the flow of energy and the arrangement of some magic arrays that were not hidden, began to crack the law of change.
Because it was unclear whether the Duke of Gorse outside the palace could observe what was inside, all this Lucian did in a covert manner, and the mental force field did not unfold.
Just after crossing a corridor, Lucian suddenly saw an open house. Several noble children were walking in through the other door. They met each other suddenly. There were tall and beautiful Josselin, and there were also cheap people. Andris.
"Haha, I just ran into you as a waste! What about your princess? What about your helper?" Andris, in black armor, laughed wildly. "You seem to have been abandoned by the Lord, so you are doomed!"
He held up his great sword, screamed, and rushed towards Lucian.
Jocelyn and others all showed a surprise expression. Borak, who ordered the order, is quite easy to deal with. Such an opportunity is too rare. If he and the princess and Deny meet, things will be very troublesome.
However, Jocelyn had a little pity in his surprise look, and anyway Borak admired himself for so long It was a bit unbearable to think that he was about to be severely bloodied by the Andris sword.
Seeing Borak standing there as if stunned, Andris leapt violently, slashing down and hitting hard.
go to hell!
The inner shout just started, and the two-handed giant sword was cut in half. Suddenly there was a flashing silver-white hand on the sword body.
This hand was so cold and ruthless, with five fingers clasped and holding a giant sword, it could no longer be cut off, and Andris was like a frog hanging on the sword, struggling to kick his legs, but difficult to land.
Such an unbelievable scene made Jocelyn and others dull and wondered what to do.
Looking in horror, he fell into Lucian's blue eyes, deep in the lake, and Andris did not know why he suddenly had an uncontrollable fear. When he dropped the great sword, he ran back.
Suddenly, Jianguang flashed, Andris only felt his forehead cold, and could not help but shiver a few times, and then watched his armor crack, and his lining clothes also cracked from it. It becomes.
If I move forward a little more, I'll ... Andris thought of it, his legs were soft, and he fell to his knees.
"I said, don't kneel in front of me and ask for mercy." Lucian shook his head gently, beating the children was really immoral. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (m) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read at m.)
ps: change first and then change.