Chapter 464 Arrival I

In the room where the map was hung and the sand table was placed, Fendel listened to Kodo’s report——

"Fedok and Zold died in battle, the archers lost more than 70 people, the marksman team died one person, the first target was not damaged, and the second target was slightly injured!"

Keduo's simple and unsophisticated face did not change in the slightest, and he described the result in a flat manner.

"My niece is really lucky!"

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

There are three pages of this record, densely packed with handwriting, all describing a person: Dean!

Fendel picked up the record and flipped through it.

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

Even, it can be said to be flipping through word by word.

"Dean Ken Zelgaon, possesses the talent of a giant, and has mastered various secret arts and secrets including [Dragon Sword Art], [Frost Sword Art], and [Mountain Soul Power]. He is extremely honored as a knight In the north of Emerald, there are five territories including Horn Town, Horseshoe Town, Shield Town, Mask Town and Zelgaon, while in the south of Emerald, although there is no territory, there are Frost Nobles Supported by the Chinese government, owns a considerable number of fleets, and his fiancée is the youngest daughter of Emerald's military minister..."

Flipping through this record, Fendel kept sketching the 'image' of Dean in his mind.

However, instinctively, Fendel felt that a very important piece of the puzzle was missing - even if he saw Dean with his own eyes, this piece of the puzzle could not be found.

"What exactly are you hiding?"

Fendel muttered to himself like this.

After a few minutes. Fendel ended his guessing, and looked at the help he relied on the most——

"Buy those who died in battle, Fedok and Drow's families, and give corresponding help!"

Fendel ordered like this, and then. Fendel paused, and then continued: "Send the news of Dean Ken Zelgang's participation in the National Founding Celebration Swordsmanship Competition to the counties, and explain in detail the strength of Dean Ken Zelgang. , and. Reduce the qualifications to participate in the swordsmanship competition!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

The old man leaned over and left the room.

After a while, eleven messages passed through the communication crystal. Spread the news to the eleven counties in Gaosai.

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

...

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

The large number of people filled the entire tavern, everyone was drunk and punched and kicked.

They have long forgotten what the fight was about in the first place.

Now. They just want to overthrow the winner in front of them and become the last winner.

The owner of the tavern did not panic at all. With his shirtless upper body, he showed his strong rock-like muscles. Even though he was of average stature, he was still full of strength.

"Hit him! Hit him!"

"Kick him in the crotch!"

"Fingers gouging his eyes!"

The man holding the wine barrel pointed out various obscene moves to the mercenaries present while drinking, and burst out laughing from time to time.

undoubtedly. He is the happiest.

"Boss Oilo, Boss Oilo!"

The shout from outside the tavern door made the man holding the barrel frown. Although I wanted to pretend that I couldn't hear you, I finally turned over and jumped over the bar. Walk towards the outside of the tavern.

Those mercenaries who were fighting had already fallen into a frenzy, completely ignoring everything around them. When a figure appeared in front of them, they naturally punched it away subconsciously.

However, these fists were only halfway out before they were reversed by an invisible force.

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

So when Oilo passed by,

An 'empty' walkway emerges.

However, the next moment, it was occupied by those mercenaries again, and it became an arena—there were already enough people lying underground, so they didn't care who did it, as long as it wasn't themselves lying down.

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

"The swordsmanship competition at the National Founding Celebration of Oilo Boss! Your chance has come!"

The skinny man roared again and again.

"I'm not a nobleman, and I don't know swordsmanship either!"

The man holding the barrel raised his eyebrows.

"Anyone can participate—really anyone can participate! Boss Oilo, with your strength, you will definitely be able to win the championship. As long as you win the championship, we will be developed!"

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

"I will think about it!"

Oilo frowned and said 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 wild trail, a young man was running fast, his forehead was already covered with sweat, but when he thought of the news just now, he was so excited that he couldn't control himself.

A swordsmanship competition at the National Founding Celebration!

Truly a commemorative celebration game that anyone can participate in!

Chance! This is the opportunity!

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

Under the sound of rushing water, a hundred-foot-high waterfall hit the pool vigorously.

The impact was like a thousand troops and horses, and anyone who entered it would be smashed to pieces.

But under such an impact, a middle-aged man was waving his long sword under the waterfall. The black and smooth stones made ordinary people unable to stand still. Coupled with the impact of the waterfall, it was even more difficult. It is even more difficult.

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

"Teacher, teacher!"

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

However, the middle-aged man turned a deaf ear.

"The Sword Fighting Tournament of the National Founding Celebration! The National Founding Celebration Sword Fighting Tournament that Anyone Can Participate in!"

The boy who was familiar with the teacher's temper spoke directly.

However, the middle-aged man who was dancing his sword under the waterfall still had no intention of stopping, and the long sword in his hand was getting faster and faster. One after another sword shadows brought a bright sword glow, and the waterfall water that was originally impacted down was completely blocked out at this time, and no drop fell on him.

hum!

There was a sudden shock and violent tremors. Countless sword shadows merged into one, soaring straight into the sky.

The waterfall that flows down is divided into two.

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

A middle-aged man appeared next to the boy in a flash, with his long sword back in its sheath. Go forward in great strides.

"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 forward, shouting loudly: "Champions. We are definitely champions!"

...

In a cold, damp dungeon.

The two jailers chatted—

"Did you know? Now anyone can participate in the swordsmanship competition at the National Founding Ceremony!"

"Well, it seems that because a very strong emerald man participated in the competition, those noble children were not sure, which lowered the threshold of the competition!"

"That group of fat pig-like guys will play tricks like this!"

"But, what do we care?"

The two jailers smiled at each other, and then. One of them stood up, picked up 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 pig-like guys. But I dare not disobey their orders, otherwise, I will end up like that guy!"

The jailer with the whip shrugged.

"That guy is really a lunatic, he dared to contradict those nobles for a woman...uh!"

The jailer's words stopped in shock, and he lowered his head to look at his chest. A bloody hand protruded from his chest.

"you you!"

The jailer holding the whip realized something was wrong, turned around and saw the person he should have whipped. Appearing in front of him, he subconsciously raised his whip.

but. The huge palm squeezed his head violently.

Snapped!

The hard skull then cracked.

The tall, strong man with scars all over his body and exuding the breath of a beast didn't pay attention to his blood-stained palms. He just muttered in a low voice: "The Founding of the People's Republic of China Memorial Celebration Swordsmanship Competition...Anyone can participate..."

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

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

boom!

Boom!

A hole was knocked out of the hard dungeon, and the beast-like man disappeared among the countless wastes of bricks and stones.

...

Dean was sitting in a chair, holding a piece of cooked horn lamb in his hand, and gently stroking the hound's head with the other hand.

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

This hound was "gifted" to him by the eldest son of the Drey family.

When attacked, Dean thought the hound was doomed.

However, what I didn't expect was that when the city guards appeared to clean up the battlefield, the hound ran out from the side again, and it was not injured at all.

In this regard, Dean lamented the luck of the other party.

Ultimately, Chose brought the Hound back to the fleet of House Zelgon.

And, named Kerr.

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

Mi Weier squatted beside the hunting dog, and stretched out her hand cautiously, but after Ke Er turned her head and bared her teeth, she took it back instantly.

After doing it several times in a row, Melville turned her gaze to Dean.

"You shouldn't ask me, but Ke Er!"

Dean said like this, but he handed the horned mutton in his hand to Mi Weier, then stood up and walked out.

In the cabin, Tom stood there.

"The teacher is here!"

Tom told Dean respectfully.

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