"Of course you will be very happy. If I came alone to attend the appointment, I would have become a dead soul under the sword of the guards!" Hatar replied with a sneer.
"I didn't expect you to look at me like this, Hatar..." the king sighed and spoke.
"But this is what you do, isn't it? My father?" Hatar's expression suddenly turned cold. He stared at the extremely old Bazel who was sitting on the throne in front of him. asked loudly.
"Why Harold? That loser who does nothing but please the church. How am I inferior to him?"
"Answer me, father!" Hatar growled through gritted teeth, his eyes widened, and he roared angrily.
Bazel stared at Hattar in silence, but Hattar continued to ask questions without mercy.
"Reducing the authority of the church and concentrating all the power in your hands, isn't this what you have been doing? Or are you afraid? Afraid of the power of the church, like Harold, you are willing to be a puppet king?"
"If you can't understand this, it means you are not qualified, Hatar, and you are far from qualified to bear the important responsibility of the king." Bazel looked at his second son with great disappointment.
"Really?" Hattar's face was distorted, but he quickly regained his composure and laughed loudly. "But now the facts have proven that I was right. Harold lost and Ansiuk died. From tomorrow on, I will become the new king of [Hadera Tower]!"
"And I...have surpassed you, father! I will expel all those priests from the kingdom, bring every territory under the rule of the king and nobles, and become a veritable king of [Hadrata]!" Hattar He spoke with great excitement.
"In that case, let's do it." Bazel stood up from the throne with great effort, took out the sword in his hand, and pointed it at Hatar. "More than a hundred years ago, your grandfather cut off the head of the previous king here and seized the throne of [Hadra Tower]... Let me see your courage as a king!"
Hattar, who was pointed at by the sword, paused for a moment. He did not expect that Bazel, who was already over eighty years old, was planning to duel with him to decide who would own the throne. He was at a loss for a moment.
Although he did come to seize the throne, he did not mean to kill the king. He just wanted Bazel to understand that he was the best candidate to become the king.
"Of course, you can also choose to let others come and kill your father!" Bazel's words were very sharp, with a touch of sarcasm.
At this point, Hatar no longer hesitated, shook off the blood on the sword, held the hilt tightly and rushed towards Bazel.
"Qiang~"
There was a harsh sound of metal collision, sparks flew everywhere, and the two long swords were intertwined. Bazel was already extremely old, as if a gust of wind could blow him over, but his hands were holding the sword firmly, blocking it. The blow was struck.
"Do you only have this strength? Hatar?" King Bazel said disappointedly. "Although power and status are very important, strength is what truly belongs to you and will be your last resort..."
Hatar was immediately enraged. He swung his sword and slashed at Bazel's head while roaring angrily: "That was just now when I didn't want to kill you!"
The sound of swords clashing kept ringing in the huge palace. Hatar's movements were very fast and beautiful. As a prince, he naturally received the best guidance, the most rigorous combat training, and passed down the inheritance. With the power of powerful blood, his strength cannot be underestimated.
But his opponent is the king of [Hadra Tower], Bazel, who once personally led the army to explore everywhere, and is known as the Lion!
"Don't let your anger affect your actions. This is a taboo, and don't let me see your expression. It will reveal your next move!" Bazel blocked Hattar's vigorous blow again. Then he turned the edge of the sword and left an obvious blood mark on the opponent's face, and said in a cold voice. "The enemy's blade will show no mercy!"
Lin En observed the battle between father and son with great interest, and was very interested in these so-called royal families and nobles who inherited the bloodline.
According to [Magic Creator] Vittorio, these inherited 'excellent bloodlines' should be remnants of the old era. They may all be descendants of some powerful shaping wizards.
It's almost like Owen who took the fusion potion to gain the power of Warcraft...
Of course, this is not certain. Wizards have a variety of methods, especially when mainstream schools were not formed hundreds of years ago. It is possible to obtain power by any means.
As for the strength of the two of them, Hattar has about the physical fitness of a second-level shape-shaping wizard, while King Bazel is obviously more powerful. Even though his body is old, he can still take every sword of Hattar calmly.
On the surface, the two were evenly matched, but the gap soon became apparent. Hatar became more and more impatient after being unable to attack for a long time. A red light surged around his body, his strength suddenly increased, and his sword power became a little faster again.
"Forcibly using uncontrolled power will only get backlash!" Bazel's expression remained unchanged. He was not defending this time, and the long sword in his hand took the opportunity to hit the blade at a tricky angle. "For swords, faster is not better!"
Hatar felt his right hand suddenly go numb, and the long sword was already out of his hand.
However, Bazel did not pursue the victory and threw away the sword in his hand. The old hand firmly grasped Hattar's collar and opened his mouth to say something, but the next moment he felt a pain in his chest. A dagger stabbed straight into his heart.
The person who did it was obviously Hatar!
"This is what you taught me, father, you should never let down your guard at any time." Hattar's words were almost revealed through his teeth with calmness amidst his madness.
Blood poured out from the corners of Bazel's mouth, but a smile appeared on his face. He actually held Hattar's hand and stabbed the dagger deeper, his eyes burning like a torch. "Don't be afraid. Remember this feeling. My son, the throne is made of iron and blood. The only one you can truly trust is yourself."
"There is no difference between priests, nobles, and wizards...Uncontrolled power will bring disaster to this kingdom sooner or later!" Bazel's voice was very low, mixed with a painful groan, almost in Hata rang in your ears. "You did something wrong. You shouldn't have completely destroyed the church and broken the balance. But it's too late. It's too late now!"
I feel the same about you and Harold... Bazel wanted to continue, but the rising blood had blocked his throat, and his body soon collapsed and fell...
(End of chapter)
