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 glowed with holy light in the sun, and the beautiful blade like crystal glass emitted.
With a blue and colorful stream of light, the divine sword standing straight on the ground warned the humans present with every extraordinary feature, that this was not an item that ordinary people could possess.
But even with this understanding, there are still greedy mages who cast the wind light spell on themselves and jumped into the pit of the arena.
Although the lord did not issue an order, there were still several loyal crossbowmen who held down their 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, and 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 also knew that his behavior was a bit too reckless, the mage withdrew his hand, knelt down directly 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 was pressed against the hilt, the Star Spirit Divine Fire 'purified' the greedy people from the inside out, burning the mage into ashes on the ground.
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!
Ji Si, 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 that the gift of [God] is much more beautiful than a gladiatorial fight."
"clear."
Nodding with satisfaction, Lester was about to pull the two girls who were concentrating on the divine sword to leave the high platform, when Lester heard the Freljordian's mournful cry.
"Sir! What should I do?"
After taking a focused look at the two wolves hugging each other, who looked particularly funny, Lester smiled rarely and spoke in Freljordian.
"Since you survived, it is considered a victory for you. 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 Morning and evening.
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 younger sister who gave up the temptation easily, Misha was still a little reluctant to let go even after hearing the man's words.
After frowning, the man didn't say anything more, but 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 magic 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 power.
In the pure white forbidden magic stone meeting hall, holding his favorite only son Jarvanster, after discussing with Oren, Jarvandark recruited the commander of Demacia's Steel Swordsman Corps, who has completely become the most important person in the Hilda family. The outstanding new generation, the first swordsman of Demacia, Kraken, is the strongest warrior.
Before Kraken arrived, Jarvandark teased Jarvanster'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, the spiritless Oren took a sip of the contents of the glass, pouting his beard 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 rebellious Javindark on the ground who was pinching his own 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 really should 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...
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Seriously, Oren, that yordle Poch will forget you sooner or later. In Demacia, not a yordle can inherit your will. When you If you entrust your wishes to a yordle, the yordle will turn around and forget all about it, and then make everything 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, Porch 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. It would be too heavy to let a happy elf bear the responsibility of a country... 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 just...
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 Oren not giving birth to a child. What if it happened?
It would be even worse if Oren met his yordle daughter, 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 again, crying loudly. chapter
