Chapter 149 I am watching you, I warned you

The voice of the king fell.

Silence and silence in the Chamber of Deputies, only the sound of the brazier bursting, and the speed of the people are not the same.

At that moment, almost everyone was shocked by the king's decision.

The silence lasted for five seconds.

Until a young male voice screamed weakly:

"What?"

Everyone's eyes brushed and swept to the side, staring at the star prince, Teres Comet.

These include the thoughtful eyes of Noon.

Behind him, Citilai coughed, and the stunned Tyres reacted. He slammed his mouth and revealed a "sorry" smile.

But at this time no one cares about the dysfunction of the different kings.

"Your Majesty," the tall Ronnie slammed up, screaming at the words of most people at this time: "Make sure to reconsider your decision, not only about your family's revenge, but the whole of Egypt. The future of Kester!"

The members of the pre-election meeting on the side of the king were panicked. The officer behind him, Lord Melk’s face changed. He tried to say something near the head of Noon’s ear, but the latter just waved his hand at random. And Melk’s words are stuck in the blind.

"This is my decision." The king whispered to his nearest minister.

At that moment, Tells suddenly felt that the old figure of King Nunn coincided with the strong figure in the Fuxing Palace.

Thales noticed that only two of the audience were unchanged: the leader of the White Blade Guard, the comet was still expressionless, and the owner of the darkroom, the red witch Kashan still had a kind and smiling smile.

As for the main sacrifice of the moon temple that just arrived, Jewel Holm, Taylors could not see the truth after her veil.

"How old is King Noon?" Taylors turned his head and whispered inquiring about Putility.

"Sixty-nine, if I remember correctly," the answer was the Marquis of Syracuse, next to Putilit, who saw that the guest of Commas was also deeply frowning, with a look of frustration: "And the Grandpa of Pfeiffer has just turned thirty-three this year, it is the time when the year is strong and strong - damn, our mineral contract has just been signed."

"The developments have been beyond imagination, vigilance, Your Highness," the thin star's deputy makes the expression change: "If the Nunn King insists on a duel..."

Thales nodded ugly and he knew what Putility meant.

If King Noon died here.

The peace of mind between Comet and Walton will lose the most important fulcrum.

In Longyan City, in Exeter, he, the prince of the stars will become isolated.

And the attitude of the big men to him...

Not to mention, the great man who appeared to be full of hatred for him...Tells bit his teeth.

The next moment, King Nunn stepped out of his seat and slowly walked forward, smiling at the big men.

"What's wrong, noble and proud Ronnie," said the old but powerful voice of King Nunn throughout the hall: "You are worried about my old bones, can't win young people?"

The long-haired Ronnie is not talking, but his slightly swaying head has already explained everything.

"You can't say that his words are unreasonable, sire," said Tluedida, the head of the pot, holding his right hand and his face sullen. He glanced at the shocked Grand Duke of Peifu: "The young man is robbing the woman. One thing, and fight hard in the duel..."

"Do you know your age, your majesty?" The words of Ole's Dagong are more direct: "Even if you directly order him to be taken, it is hundreds of times better than the current practice... Do you know the consequences of this..."

"This is the consequence!"

Nunn slammed his voice and screamed in the eyes of the full hall: "This is the inevitable consequence of the invasion of the Walton family!"

The crowd in the hall suddenly shocked.

Not good.

Taylors watched their interactions with concern: Nunn VII, has been dominated by hatred and impulsiveness?

The old king's anger swept across the three grand princes: "You know, provoke the dragon gun family, you have to pay the price - willing to gamble for revenge, Walton is such a presence."

The three grand princes were lingering and changing their faces. They all turned their heads in the eyes of the king and stopped talking.

Like a lion, the lion who bowed to the head lion said to give in.

wrong.

Tyres has some insights, and he secretly swears: This is not just as simple as losing sensible revenge.

This is a warning.

From the king, from Longyan City, from Walton.

"Haha," sitting farther, the oldest Leko Grandpa smiled and said: "Our king likes to joke, isn't it..."

King Nunn turned his head and gave him a look.

Grandpa Leko’s smile was unconsciously stuck on his face.

"joke?"

King Nunn snorted and walked slowly to Pfeiffer, his eyes burning like infinite flames: "You, Conkley Pfeiffer, I looked like I was joking?"

Everyone looked at the challenged Grandpa.

"You, are you crazy, duel?" The young Dagong's face was incredulous. He shook his lips and looked at the aging posture of King Nunn. He muttered: "In order to... even your own life... ..."

But King Nunn quickly interrupted him.

"Then why are you so surprised?" The old king said coldly: "This is also your best chance - kill me, you don't have to face it all, all the crimes are gone."

Pefitt shocked and looked up at King Noon.

"Of course," Nunn sneered, his eyes full of hatred: "You can also admit defeat at the beginning of the duel and then confess your crimes."

After waiting for Pefitte to respond, the king turned and looked at the remaining four grand princes.

"And isn't this the result of your most hopeful?" King Nunn is like a raging dragon, only to listen to him, "If I die here..."

The expression of several Dagong is a meal.

"You can save the means in the dark, isn't it?"

King Nunn looked around the audience and laughed: "And Exeter will be in a hurry when he once again holds the election."

"But you boarded the throne and ordered the opportunity of the whole country," the old king blinked slightly. "Isn't it just in front of me?"

Several Dagongs did not speak, and almost everyone did not move, only breathing increased.

"Of course, you are the king," said Ronnie, sighing: "Your choice."

King Nunn responded to him with a loud laugh, then turned and looked at the main sacrifice of the temple of the moon:

"Hom's main sacrifice?"

The main sacrifice under the veil nodded slightly, only to see her solemnly raised her arms, the left hand holding the right elbow, the right hand palm up, as if holding a plate.

Holm’s main sacrifice closed his eyes and lowered his head.

Everyone closed their mouths and watched the movement of the main sacrifice seriously.

At this moment, a strange tinnitus rang in the ear of Teres.

Tyres was shocked.

He experienced this feeling.

It was in the hall of the stars, in front of the Li Xiya main sacrifice in the temple of the setting sun, before the **** ceremony.

But this time it feels much better, at least, he didn't react as violently as he did last time.

Is it... the prayers and rituals associated with the gods will affect him?

But when he maintains the calmness of the surface and secretly rejoices, in the faint tinnitus...

"I look at you."

Tyres raised his head violently.

I only saw the empty ceiling.

what?

He turned his head in surprise and looked around in a circle, only to see the people in the audience seriously waiting for the end of the ceremony of the main sacrifice.

Behind the back, Putilit and Slyz also looked solemn.

No one is talking.

That was just... Taylors touched his head in confusion and looked around. Without results, he could only helplessly blow a sigh of relief.

Ok, tinnitus is sick, it’s cured...

"I warned you."

Tyres was a spur of the moment, subconsciously turning his head again and nervously looking around.

Again!

Who?

who is it?

That's right.

He is sure that someone is talking to him - just like whispering in his ear.

Taylor can't remember the characteristics of that voice, but those words are very clear!

Is it... Taylors nervously thinks: Is Jodel? Is it a hidden mask guard?

No, it is impossible.

That voice... is completely different from Yodel’s hoarse voice!

Tyres was a little scared.

After confirming that no one was speaking, he was unbelievably looking at the closed-end temple of the moon.

No way?

Tyres’s move attracted the attention of others. Slyce cast a curious look on him, and Putilie frowned and stared at him, seeming to blame him for his gaffe.

After returning to the heart of Taylors, he was shocked and quickly turned back and stood solemnly.

Finally, the strange tinnitus disappeared.

But the doubts and horror in Tyres’ heart are only rising.

"There is already a response in Haoyue," Holm’s main sacrifice opened his eyes, and there was no fluctuation in the clear throat: "The gods did not object."

In the hall, many people sighed and the big men kept silent.

"In this case, the duel is imperative," the main sacrifice uses a low voice, faintly said: "And I will witness on behalf of God."

No one has any objections anymore.

The old king showed a satisfied look and his eyes returned to his opponent.

In the silence, Grandpa Pefitt gradually calmed down the emotions and eased the rapid gasp.

Later, he looked at the eyes of King Nunn and made a strange color.

"Haha...well," the young man showed a strange smile: "You said it, aren't you?"

"The duel is issued in the name of the king..."

"I can't, and I don't have the right to refuse."

Pefitt looked up and showed his gaze: "What are we waiting for?"

King Nunn also smiled, and the brilliance of the glory.

But Taylors was confused at this time.

I am watching you.

I warned you.

What does it mean?

Tyres forced his thoughts and did not think about the anomalies he had just heard.

He put his head in his head, as if he could put these words out of his head.

His troubles are already enough, and he has to come one by one.

Taylors looked up and stared at the White Blade Guard's personally, and moved the thick long table in the center of the hall. The crowds retreated and left enough room for the duel.

As the crowd retreated to a brazier, Taylors discovered that the elliptical hero hall was on the edge of the wall with five or six steps, while the center was empty.

Just like in the memory of the debris, the former Colosseum - Tels suddenly moved in the heart: Is the Chamber in the Palace of the Spirit originally prepared for a duel?

"I don't know if I am lucky or unfortunate," Putile exhaled from his nose, and his emotions were unrecognizable: "When you visit Exeter for the first time, you can watch a rare duel."

Thales showed a less-than-good-looking smile: "Does the king have to end in person?"

"The duel of the Age of Empires, according to the regulations, can seek agents," Putilla whispered: "But here is the Northland, the northern land after the collapse of the Empire - the duel must face in person, even as a king Respect."

"Although I have heard about the duel customs of the Northland," the Marquis of Syres around them sighed: "I was also the first witness. God, the 70-year-old king to the 30-year-old Grand Duke, Regardless of the outcome, after I went back, it was enough to do a full year of talks."

"The duel is not going on often? Isn't the election of the kings a duel? Isn't every Dagong who is interested in becoming a king ready for the duel?" Taylors continued to ask.

"The duel on the election of the king is limited to the same number of votes, it is difficult to decide, and the situation has not appeared for a long time," Putile shook his head: "I heard that the election of the king over thirty years ago, Nuen VII With the support of the entire six Dagong, there is no way to fight."

"I heard that the Grand Duke of the Black Sands, who had defeated his brother in the duel, seized the right to inherit?" The two men in the field took off their robe, and Lord Myrk solely arranged the venue. Asked his face poorly.

Putila nodded.

"The duel made him famous. The reputation of Chaman Rumba has spread throughout the country, and even the stars have heard it." Putilla’s face was heavy: "Eckst has been so bloodless, violent, and terrible, but Let the followers have a **** lord - Lumba was then entrusted with responsibility, and the stars."

"At the same time, other lords are very afraid of him. After all, it is a terrible person who can even start a brother-in-law," Marquis Slythes grinned. "This is the conclusion that I have visited in the northern cities."

"But this duel is too sloppy... Are the Northers mad?" Tyres bit his teeth: "Have he ever thought about the consequences of failure?"

At this time, an indifferent voice came:

"In the North, the duel is a sacred ceremony."

The comet Niely did not know when they appeared next to them, staring intently at the two people in the hall: "It can prove that you are only dare to hide in the army and the guards, the selfish villains of the fly camp shit, or For the sake of my heart, I am willing to bet on my life."

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief and shrugged.

In the middle of the hall, King Noon had only a handy and flexible tight-sleeved shirt, embroidered with the coat of arms of the dragon gun in the cloud. The same was true of Pefitte opposite him. The emblem of the blood-hoofed iron was exposed on his left shoulder.

"The duel is what I proposed," King Nunn stared at Pefitte: "As for weapons, it is up to you to choose."

Pfeiffer took a deep breath and paused for a few seconds.

"Fighting axe."

The young Dagong looked up and looked at Nun Wang quietly. "Double fighting axe, just like this."

King Nunn’s pupils are slightly tightened.

There was a mess of buzz in the hall.

"Hah," the Grand Duke of Trudeda laughed at the priest of Oller, "The little boy."

Ronnie snorted disdainfully: "coward."

"Fighting axe? Is that what I think?" Tyres moved in his heart and asked back.

"Double-sided fighting axe, extremely demanding of endurance and strength, can be cut in both directions, amazingly destructive, with the tip for assassination, once prospered in the war against the orcs," Nie Lai quietly said: " But now on the battlefield, this cumbersome weapon has rarely appeared - even the North American axemen are more inclined to light single-edged axe."

"Smart choice," Putile blinked his head. "He is bullying the age of Noon."

Soon, the weapon was sent.

Tyres incredulously looked at the two large weapons that were guarded by the guards: the heavy two-handed handles were almost half-length, plus two breast-sized half-moon-shaped axes, reflecting the metallic luster of the skull, and the top of the axe extended. The sharp edge of the thorns is all about its power and horror.

Tyres swallowed: the weight of this giant axe is about twice as heavy as his weight.

He remembered the battlefield of Broken Dragon Fortress, an opponent that Arak faced, using such a giant fighting axe - although the last kingdom's wrath took his weapon, and an axe fell on the other's face. .

Pfeiffer’s eyes turned and he smirked at the opposite King of Nuen.

He grabbed the giant axe handed by the guard with one arm and tried the weight.

Immediately, the young Dagong’s arms trembled and raised a giant axe.

Pefitte showed a satisfied smile. He turned and took the giant axe back and forth. The sound of the axe blade was clear and identifiable.

It seems quite easy.

Taylor looked at his free posture and screamed again and again.

"This stuff is awkward," said Pfeiffer, leaning his axe on his shoulder. He looked up and looked sharply at the King of Nuen, who was also standing in front of the weapon: "Be careful not to flash your waist, kneel down."

King Nunn ignored him.

The old king just extended a hand, gently pressed it on the handle of the axe, pinched it in several positions, then took a deep breath and grabbed the handle of the axe with both hands.

Tyres frowned.

What he thought in his heart was similar to what Pfeiffer said.

After all, Nunn Wang has seven...

His thoughts have not been completed yet. In the next second, he saw the old king clenching his teeth, and he even raised a huge axe.

King Nunn even gently threw the axe, and the axe blade turned over in the air, and returned to his hand with the handle of the axe.

Tyres looked at the old King of Noon, and he was so surprised that he opened his mouth.

"It doesn't bother, when I am on the battlefield with the orcs," King Nunn, like Pefitt, put a giant axe on his shoulder - it seems that this is the standard axe posture - long Spit a sigh of relief, as if the storm was brewing in your eyes: "Your father is still eating milk in the arms of your grandmother."

King Nunn showed a sly smile:

"Little kid."

Pefitte's face was gloomy.

"It seems that our king is still the same," said the bald Lecco, who sighed: "For me, I have been given the axe..."

"Don't be too happy," said Dr. Tluedida, shaking his head in a weird expression: "In case one of our beloved kings is lost..."

“Isn't that what you want?” said Ronnie, who politely stabbed them: “The **** king.”

Tluedida turned his head in disappointment.

Oleux Dagong is ignoring his own beard and frowning: he remembers the black sand collar inheritance duel twelve years ago.

At the time when Taylors was still screaming that "if the king of Nunn lost", the Holm Lord's sacrifice slowly walked to the center of the venue, attracting the attention of the entire hall.

Everyone’s mood is tense at this moment.

The main meeting place of Holm was set in the center of the two people. After the veil, the pair of clear scorpions looked at the two duels.

She raised her right hand and reached out to King Noon.

The cold voice of the main sacrifice slowly sounded:

"This person initiated a duel in the name of blood and revenge."

King Noon stared coldly at his opponent.

The Great Lord's offering raised his left hand and extended to the young Pefitel.

"For reputation and glory, this person will respond to the duel."

Pfeiffer spit out a sigh of relief and his expression was dignified.

"In the name of the sacred goddess of the moon, I will testify on my behalf," the Great Sacrifice began to recede slowly, with a light gesture, accompanied by a sentence at every step:

"The soldiers are bathing in the moon and dancing."

"Blood glory reflects the glory of the gods."

"Courage burns a great life."

"Death is nothing but a long-lost return home."

The views of King Nunn and Grand Duke Pfeiffer were serious at the same time. Both of them took the giant axe on their shoulders and held them in their hands.

I saw King Nunn sinking down and expanding the distance between his hands. The left hand pushed further and further, even caught the joint of the axe handle and the axe blade; the great man of Perfitt pulled the axe to the side, and the axe wiped him. The face is parked in the air, posing the most suitable posture for slashing.

Both sides looked at each other with dignity.

Thales narrowed his eyes and read all the negative emotions humans could have from their eyes.

The Great Lord's sacrifice slowly receded to the edge of the field, taking a deep breath and raising his arms toward the sky as if to make the final prayer.

The breath of everyone was holding at that moment.

In the next second, the Great Lord sacrificed his arms, and his palms gently pressed his shoulders, lowered his head, and spit out the last words:

"The duel begins."

The next chapter will be issued soon (soon = two hours, amount, maybe longer), um, key chapters, maybe a burglar

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