"Your Majesty the Special Envoy."
Perhaps he was surprised by Duan Qing's unauthorized entry into the arena. The arena, which had become a little chaotic due to the previous battle, became quiet again. Even the young and clear questioning voice of the city lord was mixed with
Deliberately confused: "What do you mean?"
"This is my teammate, so I just want to protect him."
Duan Qing said these words without hesitation, and replied calmly: "During a duel under the Throne War, don't any accidents be allowed to happen? I just took action in advance to fulfill Lord Reiner's duties. Besides,
…”
Looking away from the city lord and Reiner beside him, Duan Qing finally looked at the tall black figure close at hand: "The situation in front of us has arisen, the duel between us..."
"Should we stop temporarily?"
Amidst the violent slaps that resounded again, Duan Qing's hand suddenly stretched forward, and then at the moment when the dust cleared, he put his palm against the oncoming iron pillar, and the pure force of the collision produced a shock.
The breath of the explosion completely dispersed the nearby smoke and dust, but it did not make the two figures wrestling with each other step back even half a minute. Duan Qing, who raised his palm to block the attack of the beast, gradually showed a heart-stopping mist in his eyes.
Se: "As expected of the leader of the throne, after completing the first stage, there is actually a second stage..."
"Stop."
A heavy and steady voice then appeared behind the tall body, accompanied by Reiner's figure wearing heavy armor. His eyes stayed for a moment in front of Duan Qing's palms that easily blocked the blow, and then
He put his golden hand on the same iron pillar: "The duel is over, Stark."
The shadow of the beast, which was completely different from the previous short and stocky body, seemed to ignore the other party's intention, and howled to the sky and started to struggle. However, the huge iron pillar that had been lifting weights before seemed to be more suitable for this body.
Without moving at all under the simultaneous suppression of the two people, some other players present focused their attention on Stark, who had turned into a beast, and then pointed at him.
He had a sharp nose and a pair of horns on his head, and whispered about what he had seen: "It's a minotaur..."
"It turns out that such a short guy can actually become so huge..."
"What's the use? Aren't you being suppressed by two humans?"
"And looking at him like that, he must have lost his mind..."
"alright."
The clear voice echoed around the arena again, falling to everyone's ears following the city lord's movements. The buffalo man Stark, who had been struggling, suddenly fell silent together with the surrounding voices. It seemed that
He was not surprised at all by such a result. Reiner, who was standing next to him, took the huge body that had collapsed and then directed the surrounding guards to maintain the field while heading in the direction of the original stands.
Slowly left. Looking at the scene before him, the strange light in Duan Qing's eyes gradually disappeared. He smiled helplessly, turned around and showed a comforting expression to his teammates, who had been waiting beside him.
Liu Qingniu also hurriedly ran over and picked up Lost Dream's scarred body. What suddenly rang in his ears was the still clear and clear voice of the city lord asking: "So... you are also one of the members participating in the war?"
"This is natural, because we are teammates." Duan Qing replied politely: "The name of our Fool Adventure Group is written on the agreement signing the commission."
"But you are now the special envoy of the principality." The figure of the city lord on the high platform leaned forward slightly: "If it hurts your Excellency... it will not be a good thing for you and me, right?"
"If you are worried about the attitude of the principality, please feel free to rest assured." Duan Qing smiled slightly: "As long as I can go back alive... Regarding the matters that I took over without permission, I will do the same.
Reported truthfully.”
"……very good."
The city lord gestured to the surrounding spectators: "Now that Tristan has reached an agreement with you, we will not interfere with your behavior. We also hope that the next performance of you and your partners... can meet his expectations.
."
"Thank you for your blessing." Duan Qing waved his hand nonchalantly: "As long as the adults can admit the result of this duel, we will have no objection. Now... I am going to take a look at the injuries of my teammates."
"Presumably the city lord is also very worried about his crazy subordinates, right?" He walked towards his original exclusive seat without looking back: "Can you rest for a few minutes before starting the next duel?
"
It seemed that he was surprised by the other party's proposal. The high platform where the city lord was sitting did not respond for the time being, and the other stands watching this scene gradually began to buzz with secret discussions. The bosses of several guilds had already begun to re-evaluate.
Knowing the strength of Duan Qing, their subordinates also received orders to investigate the background of the bald knight, and even some members of the major guilds had already ran out of the arena, hidden by the cloudy sky.
In the shrouded circular square, only Stark's position remained quiet for a while. It was not until the news that the tribe leader was safe and sound came out that Old Joel and others sitting around showed their proper smiles.
Looking at the still silent Tristan with a different look, he brought up the topic of the duel again, but Duan Qing, who no longer paid attention to such scenes, had no intention to care about the content of their discussion at this time.
.
"It's interview time now." With his usual joking tone, he whispered to the lost dream who had also woken up and was lying behind him: "Why are you working so hard?"
"...I'm just fulfilling my responsibilities." Looking steadily at the cloud-covered sky, the voice of lost dreams is still full of calmness: "Since I accepted this job, I have to do my part.
."
"Come on, isn't it actually good to hang out for a while?" Duan Qing sighed helplessly: "Liu Qingniu is not of this level at all, why didn't he come in the end... If you look like this, go back to me
There is no way to explain it to Uncle Smiling."
"It has nothing to do with... Uncle Smile."
It seemed that the wound on his shoulder had been torn, and the bald man's expression finally changed slightly: "My enthusiasm had dissipated long before joining Wind Wind. After that, I was just messing around."
"But I saw your performance before, but you didn't mean to be perfunctory at all." Whispering Liushang on the side also laughed: "You can bounce back attacks of that level... Your skills have broken through the boundaries of ordinary professional players.
Already."
"Ha..." Lost Dream let out a bitter smile, and then returned to his normal expression: "The battle just now was indeed fierce, and I haven't encountered such a strong opponent for a long time, so... I just wanted to fight again on a whim.
It’s just a matter of picking up the past.”
"Speaking of which... Lost Dream is probably not your real name, right?" Duan Qing turned around and asked, "What was your original ID?"
"..."
"Okay, I understand. Just rest and leave the rest of the battle to us."
Patting the other party's arm lightly, Duan Qing sighed deeply, then motioned to Liu Qingniu beside him to take care of him, and turned to look at the high platform in the distance: "No matter how unreasonable the other side is, they should at least treat what they just said
A duel counts as a mutual death, so our temporary foreign aid can be regarded as killing one of the opponent's generals..."
"The opponent is not of the same mind at all, and our next opponent cannot be determined." Xuyu Liushang shook his head and replied: "As for the general... Stark's title of 'Northern Buffalo' is indeed derived from his rumored one.
The skill of transforming into madness, but you have also seen the side effects after activating it. That form will make him lose his original reason, so..."
"If I remember correctly, his combat power ranks eighth among the throne holders." The blue-haired woman whispered: "There are many generals who are more powerful than him... There are still a lot of generals in front of us."
"Ranking..." Duan Qing sighed and asked: "Speaking of which... they also mentioned the term throne ranking battle before. Is that the source of the ranking you mentioned?"
"Yes, so for us players... this combat power is just an official reference." Pointing in the direction of Stark, he whispered with a confident smile: "Just like the opponent just now... change
If I take the field, I will definitely win with ease."
"Don't brag, you second-hand swordsman." Duan Qing shook his head and said: "Your fighting style will suffer against an opponent of pure strength. If you are not careful, you will be sent back with a pillar.
Okay... for the next duel, we should carefully arrange the order of the battle, in order to not perform worse than our foreign aid..."
"Let me take the lead in the next battle."
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"In the next battle, you should fight first."
At the same time, in another direction on the high platform of the arena, Old Joel and Eduin, who were sitting on the left and right of the city lord, started their own confrontation again: "We already had one person on our side, and in the end he changed
It's like that... For the sake of fairness, shouldn't your side also send someone to play?"
"You can play when you say you want to. Why should we listen to you? We want to play because we are happy. If you want to play... then you are stupid."
"Hey, at least give Stark some face. Look at his last appearance..."
"Didn't you trick him in the end, and then be beaten into such a miserable state by the adventurers? Tsk, tsk, tsk... I haven't seen that buffalo-like Stark deflate for a long time, hahahaha!"
"enough."
Finally putting away his smile, Old Joel, who was sitting on one side, interrupted the other party's ridicule with a sullen face: "I know you are not obligated to accept our proposal to take turns, but at least this is enough to convince other people, otherwise
... We will not send anyone to fight in the following duel. Let Tristan fight for the vacant throne. These people on our side have no objections anyway..."
"Ha, speaking of it...the old debt between that guy and you guys is the biggest, right?" Eduin squinted his eyes and replied: "You are not in a hurry, and we are not in a hurry either. What originally belonged to him
The throne... let's just give it to him."
"Hey, isn't this just fulfilling that man's wish?" Huskar pointed at Tristan and shouted, "Are you just going to watch his conspiracy succeed?"
"Such a desperate conspiracy... it doesn't matter if he succeeds." Jia Luo replied grimly: "At least he used his life as a bargaining chip. You don't dare to gamble... How can you blame us?
?”
"So be it."
Looking at the indistinguishable expression of the aloof city lord, Old Joel once again interrupted the meaningless discussion, then patted the table filled with food in front of him and said loudly in the direction of Tielin: "Let's do it again here.
How about we don’t care whether the last person wins or loses. After this fight is over... it will be your turn to play."
"Ha, old Joel actually gave in!" Tielin, holding a wine glass, laughed and replied: "I should drink an extra barrel of wine to celebrate! Such a scene... but I haven't seen it for a long time!"
"Stop talking nonsense, do you agree?"
"...Hmph, even if we only consider the number of people between us, this should be the most suitable plan."
Glancing in the direction of Tielin, who was drinking heavily, Eduan nodded slowly: "So...who are you going to send on the field?"
"……silver fox."
The atmosphere was silent for a while as Old Joel was silent, and then his deep voice echoed again: "Is there any problem?"
"……certainly."
The silver fox Phillips, who had been silent all this time, played with the dagger in his hand, and then showed an aristocratic smile to everyone present: "This duel... didn't say that I had to play, right?"
"Tristan also hired thugs, but he didn't even play." Gallo's sinister voice sounded again: "So if you have any suitable thugs, you can also choose to shrink down..."
"Don't prod me, I'm not as impulsive as them, and I'm very at ease with my men..."
Lowering his head in contentment, the man in the silver dress turned back and waved to the person next to him whose face was covered by a hood. The latter nodded, got up and walked towards the center of the duel arena.
The city lord, who was also aware of the selection of candidates, gestured to Reiner beside him, asking him to announce that the duel was about to start again. However, before Reiner could announce the start of the duel, the players around the arena were the first to let out an exclamation.
.
Because the guy who took the lead last time has a player-specific ID mark on his head.
"Your Majesty the Special Envoy, the candidates here have been decided."
A heavy sound of breaking through the air and a dull voice of narration appeared next to Duan Qing at the same time. At the same time, the heavy figure of Reiner appeared. He looked at the latter's face, and then asked in a low voice: "You are about to appear.
What is...?"
"Maybe it's me."
Looking at the player named Yun Meng, Duan Qing pressed his forehead and answered.
This chapter has been completed!