Chapter 425: 8. The Knight of Albion (16)

Betting on the faces of Albion and Charlemagne, the day of the final battle to decide the fate of thousands of people has finally arrived.
At this time, the z-flag should be raised decisively, and the banner "The Emperor's Kingdom is abolished and in this battle. The masters work hard and fight to the end" on the flag streamer, all members called three times on the board, and wrapped the female physiology equipment on the forehead. , Did you return to the Shenfan without looking back?
It stands to reason that such a big day as the day of the decisive battle should be filled with similar killing spirit. Considering the current situation, such actions are not exaggerated, but the citizens of Rudes seem to be unconscious of this.
"Melon seeds! Cigarette rolls! Snacks!"
"Tickets in the front row! Less than 10 meters from the ring! Just 10 cubs!!"
"Betting!! Buy it off! Buy the student group and insist on 10 minutes of 1 to lose 5 and 20 minutes of 1 to lose 10! Be optimistic about the schedule. Choose the target and the time span to bet, refer to 10 in the book Foer one!!"
"Dad, where are you?!"
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It seems that there is a lack of tension with the lively Charlemagne. The large ring-shaped arena, which is large enough to accommodate 100,000 people, is full of light-hearted parties like festivals and carnivals. It seems that what is happening today is not the fight between the knights of the great powers, but the performance of a large circus into the city.
"The Charlemagne are really easy. I really like them."
The thin blonde young man looked around the crowd of people sitting in the auditorium of the circular arcade, and the noise poured down like a sea wave. The young man did not seem to be harsh, but instead fiddled with his fingers in the air.
Like a river and lake artist, but also like a bard. The discerning expert can see that the young man is playing the lute. Fiddle between fingers is the melody of march.
"Today's clear skies, the audience has no seats, the knights... Alas, I really don't have the talent of a poet."
Roundtable Knight Gerrant grinned wryly, and his fiddled hands stopped.
Hearing Gerant's intentional self-deprecating, Gao Wen and Bediwell also showed bitterness.
The easy task of "beating small potmates" has no appeal to the round table knights. They are knights, soldiers, and fledgling combat experts. Nothing makes them more excited than fighting. But he competed with a group of students who didn't even grow their hair. Beat those children down... This is not a question of whether it is in line with chivalry, it is simply a "bad party" that violates basic morals.
"This is His Majesty's order, involving national honor... No, I can't convince myself."
The straight Bedivell sighed. Geran nodded characteristically. Gao Wen shrugged. Lance Luodai said nothing.
In order to defend the honor of the motherland and the king, the two countries would be condemned by their conscience in order to defend their honor. The knights will not hesitate to kill underage enemy soldiers, stabbing the rebellious wounded. As a knight, before personal faith and honor, we must first defend the king and the state, and represent the law and reason. For this reason, we hold the sword of the knight.
Although there are signs of national justice right now, they are very clear that this is nothing but the outrage of Queen Mary because of her own personal grievances. Although the task is easy, the moral burden is not easy.
"Did you think too much?"
The fifth person on the seat yawned lazily, and the calm, even cheeky voice forgot shakes the atmosphere.
"Compared to Zen and complaining, is it the most important to complete the task?"
The knights all turned their gaze towards Moxi, wearing a red cape, and the female magician Morgan, who was grooming his face in the small mirror, said unhurriedly:
"Your Majesty has given orders, all we can do is execute, complete, and everything else is superfluous."
Unable to swallow together, the knights withdrawn their gaze as if sitting like stones.
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"Ah, no longer, the stomach is about to hurt again~~~~"
Gloria was sitting on the bench, her hands covering her abdomen, her forehead cold and sweating.
The first time I encountered such a big battle, tension was inevitable, but the diarrhea caused by tension was not the right time.
Even worse, many spectators are already staring at the player area, and the feeling of being pointed by adults and children makes the abdominal cavity almost overturned.
"Are you all right?"
Roland handed over dry towels and anti-diarrhea medication for sweating. There are very few ways to cope with this acute illness caused by this psychological factor. Look at Gloria's pale face and persuade:
"Do you want to go down first? You are not the first one anyway."
"No, the two seniors have nothing. As a knight of Charlemagne... how can I lose to a magician who is weaker than me, and even less... uh... lose to those nasty Albion guys !"
The appearance of constipation clearly persisted until the last moment-a model of perseverance and athlete spirit, but not to mention the round table knight who had more big scenes, the two seniors... The corners of the eyes were sideways, two wooden men The same motionless young man was staring blankly at the front.
"Study... senior?"
Roland asked in a low voice, the two heads turned together.
"This is my wand! Although there are many wands similar to it, this wand belongs to me! My wand is my best friend! He is my life, and I must be like loving my life Cherish it!!!"
Cut the nails and throw the ground with sound, if there is another Marine Corps hymn, it will be perfect...it's strange!
It took only three days of special training to toss the good-baby seniors into this look. What means did the guy use?
"You seem to be interested in their special training?"
A frivolous tone came around him, completely unable to connect with the Devil Master Chief.
"No interest at all, just a little bit concerned, will a dead fat man fall down with a smile with a smile."
"Anyway, they just got out of the stage of "standing stool", and they don't have a semi-automatic rifle in their hands, An."
"You are more reassuring than the seniors. Listen, don't make any world-class natural disasters or condemnations, Master Actors."
Turning back to the adoptive father of "Salome" form again and again ~EbookFREE.me~ Thinking of the horror plans before, his liver tremors shivered.
In order to fulfill the promise of providing all-round assistance, Li Lin once seriously considered putting the giant ma code-named ry into the game, or interfering with the weather to create an F5 tornado and abnormally low pressure, forming a huge flood that caused northern Charlemagne and Brittany. The sub-region was completely destroyed, and the high-altitude sands covered the whole northern hemisphere with westerly winds, blocking sunlight from entering the ice age. No more successful launch of 1 million degrees Celsius ultra high temperature plasma...
Please, it's just a game, lose it, don't think about using this super-killing technique.
"Relax, today's protagonist is you. I'm just a vanguard in charge of fighting against enemy magicians. I didn't intend to fade the gorgeous light of the general. I only hope that the opponent is strong enough to withstand my training?~ ~~~~~~~"
Fingers pressed against lips, and the tip of tongue licked lips lightly, as if to bleed lips together. (To be continued...)
ps: I’m going to take the big sister’s training class tomorrow, please prepare your own napkins to enjoy! Thank you!