"It seems like a sword?"
Many Black Iron Guards and magicians who had not left were curious and impulsive about the magic weapon inserted in the center of the field. The hilt made of star iron emits holy light in the sun, and the beautiful blade like crystal glass radiates. With a blue and colorful stream of light, the divine sword standing straight on the ground warned the humans present with every extraordinary feature. This was not an item that ordinary people could possess.
But even with this understanding, there were still greedy mages who used the wind-type lightening technique on themselves and jumped into the pit of the arena.
Although the lord did not issue an order, there were still a few loyal crossbowmen who held down the crossbows to protect the property belonging to the lord.
With a "whoosh" sound, several crossbow arrows were blocked by the mana shield that suddenly rose up. The possessed mage was getting closer and closer to the God-given artifact. He did not care about retaliating against the crossbowman who attacked him. For him, At this moment, it seems that he has become the darling of the world, and getting his own artifact is the most important thing.
Memorizing the appearance of the loyal crossbowman, he shook his head at the other soldiers who asked for advice with their eyes. The silver-haired Leicester, who still maintained the state of rune alienation, hugged the three women who were trembling with heart palpitations, and looked at the handle with cold eyes as he carefully reached out. The mage of the Starfire Talisman Blade showed a sneer on his lips.
The gift given to the angel sisters by the righteous star spirit is not something that others can touch.
Didn’t you see that the Excalibur hasn’t split yet?
"Mine, mine, you are mine! For you I can give up magic and concentrate on practicing swordsmanship!"
As if he knew that his behavior was a bit too reckless, the mage retracted his hand, knelt down and kowtowed to the divine sword several times, then made a prayer gesture, and greeted all the gods he could think of, and tossed aside After a while, he reached out his right hand again and grasped the hilt of the sword.
"You didn't attack me, you must have recognized me, right? God gave you to me, you can't hurt me! You are mine!"
The mage excitedly grasped the hilt of the sword and wanted to pull it out, but the next second his palm pressed against the hilt, the Star Spirit Divine Fire 'purified' the greedy people from the inside out, burning the mage into ashes. Let other guys who are eager to give it a try completely stop thinking about grabbing the treasure.
It was only at this moment that Lester's majestic voice finally sounded.
"No one is allowed to approach the Divine Sword. The Shadow Crossbowmen and Black Iron Guards have sealed off the arena. Anyone who approaches without permission will be shot to death!
Jisi, you are in charge of publicity. Just say that a month later, a ceremony to choose the master of the divine sword will be held in the gladiatorial arena, so that the audience and foreigners can come and see. The gift of [God] is much more beautiful than the gladiatorial fight. "
"clear."
Nodding with satisfaction, Lester was about to pull the two girls who were concentrating on the sword away from the high platform, but he heard the Freljordian's cry of grief.
"Sir! What should I do?"
After taking a steady look at the two wolves hugging each other, who looked particularly funny, Lester smiled rarely and spoke in Freljordian.
"Since you survived, it counts as your victory. However, you did not completely kill the enemy, but influenced the enemy. Then you must be responsible for your friends.
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Soldier, lock the Freljord and the two wolves together and let them eat, drink and live together. "
"yes!"
The ashen-faced Manzi was held by a black guard wearing heavy armor. The soldiers forcibly pulled the two wolves from the Manzi's thick chest hair and put them in a cage. With the help of the soldiers, one man and two wolves lived together smoothly, and prepared Day and night.
After finishing everything, Lester used some strength to hold the two sisters who wanted to touch the sword tightly and walked towards the passage.
"Lester, I heard the sword calling..."
"Misha, I know, but it's not the time yet, believe me,
Let's go, that divine sword belongs to both of you, no one can take it away, but before drawing the sword, I need to make some preparations for you. "
Unlike her sister who gave up the temptation easily, Misha was still reluctant to let go even after hearing the man's words.
After frowning, the man didn't say anything more, but still pulled the two girls away quickly.
He never thought that the protoss was a good thing, never thought so.
Just to snatch people from the hands of the righteous stars, you still need to make some preparations.
One month is enough...
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Even the most powerful people in Demacia have an extraordinary interest in the immortal weapons that appear in the Emerald Territory Arena.
There are many magical items circulating in the continent of Valoran, but it is unheard of to say that there are any artifacts that fell from the sky and deliberately landed in the territory of a certain force.
In the pure white forbidden magic stone meeting hall, holding his favorite only son Jarvanster, Jarvandark and Oren discussed and recruited the commander of Demacia's Steel Swordsman Corps, who has completely become the most important person in the Hilda family. An outstanding new generation, Kraken, the first swordsman of Demacia's strongest warrior.
Before Kraken arrived, Javindark teased Javinster's little nose and spoke to the middle-aged Oren.
"Why haven't you seen that yordle who likes to follow you recently?"
Rolling his eyes, Oren, who was not energetic, took a sip of the contents of the glass, his beard pouting, like a lost old father who had lost his daughter.
"She said something happened in her hometown and she needed to go back. She should be back soon..."
"Can you believe what the Yodels say?"
Putting the treacherous Javindark on the ground, who was pinching his nose, and letting the naughty child stumble around and fall on his face, the indifferent old father Javindalk spoke earnestly to console him.
"My old friend, you should really pass on your excellent bloodline. I'm really afraid that you will really die alone. That will definitely be a shocking bad news and loss for Demacia...
Seriously, Oren, that yordle Poch will forget you sooner or later. In Demacia, no yordle can inherit your will. When you entrust your wishes to a yordle, the yordle I will definitely turn around and forget everything, and then make things into a mess...
Oren, the yordles have used their frivolity and unreliability countless times to explain the characteristics of these little things. You cannot put anything important into their hands. In their hands, nothing can be done. …In time, Poch was a yordle accepted by Demacia. "
"Her name is Poppy, Jiawen. In the end, you still didn't remember her name..."
Sighing, Oren rubbed his cheeks and spoke in a low tone.
"You know, I don't want Poppy to bear anything. Let a happy elf bear the responsibility of a country. That would be too heavy... It's just, Jarvan, I just... can't accept another woman. I still can't forget it. She...every time I close my eyes, I can see her sad face, and I...
I can't... fall in love with someone else..."
Even Jarvindark was helpless to deal with the knot in his old friend's heart. He could not feed his old friend with aphrodisiacs and let a woman forcefully give birth to a child with her old friend. The consequences would definitely be more serious than if Oren did not give birth to a child. What if it happened? Let Oren meet his yordle daughter, and it would be even worse, and Demacia would be divided.
The atmosphere was a bit dull until a guard reported that Swordsman Captain Kraken asked for an audience.
With a "pop", the treacherous son Jiawenster fell to the ground on his back again, crying loudly. chaptere
