Long time no see, Prince Richard is becoming more and more handsome.
Riding on the saddle of a four-meter-high sword-armored dragon, His Royal Highness is wearing a dazzling golden Missori armor, with a dark green cloak and long golden hair flying wantonly behind him. At this moment, Prince Richard seems to have emerged from a girl's dream.
The dragon-slaying prince walks out.
The heavy steps of the sword-armored dragon and its thick long tail like a sword made the extremely spacious Champs-Elysees Longgen Avenue in the royal capital suddenly become much smaller-----------------This green
The stone avenue could have accommodated ten people walking together.
The signature cynical expression still exists vividly and stubbornly on His Highness the Prince's face. This expression is the weight and measure that distinguishes a true king from an ordinary person.
What turned out at the corner of the street was a row of tall and sturdy Boer cavalry. The stars were like stars over the moon, highlighting His Highness the Prince riding on the back of the Yalong Warcraft. The speed of the Yalong Warcraft was a bit slow, and the Boer cavalry quickly moved on.
Yalong monsters shuttled past, using their busyness to set off His Highness the Prince's aloof calmness. Against the background of these burly and somewhat excessive Boer cavalry, His Highness the Prince on the saddle of the sword-armored dragon became more and more wise, mighty, and majestic.
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"Where did you find a sitter for this guy? He's so professional." Mo'er quietly asked Helen with her lips flattened, and the little fox couldn't help but laugh.
"Can the Templars lead a regular army?" Liu Zhanzhen was slightly surprised. He began to look at the prince carefully.
This group of only 50 Boer cavalrymen are wearing fine steel half-mail armor. The front body protection of this heavy cavalry is like an iron can, but the back has only simple leather armor. It is a relatively practical type of heavy cavalry armor.
After all, the Chongzhuang cavalry only has the job of charging towards others, and rarely needs to worry about attacks from the rear.
In the iron-poor Behemoth Kingdom, those who can possess such heavy armor must be regular troops.
These Boer cavalry have blue-gray moon-shaped horns and long hair. The war bull mounts under their crotches are covered with simple riveted leather armor on the vital parts. There are vague residual barge knife marks on them. You can tell at a glance.
But the regular army seems to be battle-hardened warriors.
The Boer cavalry gradually approached. Each of them was holding a sharp double-edged ax in their hands. Their eyes were even sharper than the double-edged axe. The long whip on their chest was wrapped with a war sword and a ferocious bull head military emblem.
, their identities were immediately revealed---------------It turned out to be the "Whip of the God of War" yak heavy cavalry of the Behemoth Ace Legion, the elite among the elite.
Perhaps due to the baptism of war, the prince's temperament also underwent a series of changes. War and battlefields are indeed the best school for Behemoth warriors.
In the past, Prince Richard was, at most, an eagle soaring high in the sky, looking down at the people with his sharp eyes; now, the prince's eyes have turned into those of a giant dragon patrolling the sky, with a faint indifference in his eyes.
Everything in the world, the strength behind this indifferent look can reveal the humbleness and weakness hidden deep in the soul of others.
It would be, if it wasn't so artificial.
As soon as this group of people appeared near the God of Mars Square, they immediately caught the eyes of all the priests. Many priests had only heard about Behemoth's most elite heavy cavalry and the Liger Prince. But when they saw it today, they were indeed well-deserved.
Liu Zhenshao couldn't find any other words to describe His Highness's coquettishness other than admiration. Being able to release his Yalong mount on the city's avenues, even Liu Zhenshao, who was already extremely vain, would definitely do it.
Not coming out.
His Highness the Prince led the yak heavy cavalry through the silent Champ de Mars Square. Without squinting his eyes and with silent oppression, he arrived near the fountain, where Feilengcui's group of people were eating barbecue and chatting.
All the priests were discussing and guessing in low voices---Who was the priest whom His Highness the Prince was looking for? Several big priests in purple shaman robes were
Wei An quietly bumped heads with the chief priest who was wearing a golden sacrificial robe. Master Qi Dan was an exception. At this time, he had already hid in the crowd.
Liu Zhenzhen's legs were crossed on the table, he blew out a smoke ring from his mouth, squinted his eyes, and tilted his head lazily at His Highness.
In front of him was a mess of oil and bamboo sticks scattered on the floor. Two rabbit beauties were holding his shoulders. Guoguo and his twin sons were lying on his belly, and the gongs and drums of "Arborvitae orientalis were beating in the winter" were beating one after another.
Except for Helen and Mo'er, who frowned slightly when they saw His Highness the Prince approaching, the other Feileng Cui people were still laughing and joking.
Aopang was leaning against the fountain to wash his hair. He smiled sideways at His Highness, revealing a bloody mouth.
"Miss Helen." Prince Liger scanned all the Behemoths in front of him, and finally stopped at Helen. His Highness the Prince leaned slightly on the saddle of the Sword-Ankylosaurus, and looked to the future in an educated manner.
The high priest of Cambridge said hello: "Half a year has passed and you are still so beautiful."
"Thank you for your compliment, Your Highness." Helen responded in a nonchalant manner. Her tone could not be said to be cold, but there was no hint of intimacy either.
"I took the liberty of helping Miss Helen make a decision. Your grandfather, Viscount Worrall, and his family were transferred from the main temple to serve in the military. As a promotion reward, your grandfather received a lifetime service medal and the title of earl.
He is now the chief beast trainer." His Royal Highness the Prince patted the Sword Ankylosaurus. The sub-dragon beast was as obedient as a little raccoon slave. It roared low and slowly lowered its body.
Jumping down from the saddle quickly and nimbly.
"Really... Thank you so much." Helen's expression was slightly stunned, and her tone became slightly softer. This time she was really thanking the prince, not out of politeness.
After the Maple Leaf Village massacre, Helen's relatives were left with only one uncle, Simak. Her maternal grandfather was a hereditary beast trainer in the temple, and had been engaged in training magic pets and beasts for the altar priests and the Templar Knights.
As for the mount, although domesticated familiars and mounts cannot compete with the quality of wild monsters, for the temple, the role of animal trainers is still indispensable. Before the Maple Leaf Village massacre, Helen's grandfather
The Woller family has been transferred to the main temple of Shabak.
Not only the Woller family, since last year, the temple trainers from all major provinces have been concentrated in the main temple of Shabak. For political reasons, all the trainers have been transferred from the temple.
After being assigned to the military department, Helen's grandfather Worrell could become the chief of animal training and be promoted to a noble title. This was impossible without the help of noble people. After all, he was just Viscount Fox.
The concept of the royal capital, Shabak City, is different from that of other cities. This is the capital, and officials and nobles are flying all over the sky. If it is not a position that holds real power, even if it has a noble title, I am afraid that standing up will not be as powerful as a steward of a big noble.
right.
For Helen, who has only a handful of relatives and is very affectionate, it warms her heart that His Highness the Prince can remember to do such a favor for her. She has only been in Shabak for a while and has not had time to visit her grandpa Waller.
Where is my grandpa?
Liu Zhenshao let out a series of sneers in a weird tone, causing the Liger Prince to roll his eyes at him.
His Royal Highness's trick was not superb, but it was still quite skillful. First, he used family affection as an entry point and calculated Helen's weakness. Liu Zhencheng felt that the Rhine clan was famous for their promiscuity, so it was not without real talent.
, this Prince Richard is indeed an old Romeo in love.
"It has always been my dream to serve you. If the war hadn't broken out last year and I immediately rushed to the front line, I think I should have arrived in Feilengcui to visit you long ago." His Royal Highness's hand touched the button on his chest intentionally or unintentionally.
The double-headed eagle medal hanging with a blue ribbon said impassionedly.
The Double-Headed Eagle Medal represents courage, passion, loyalty, and fearlessness. In short, this medal is more effective in attracting the attention of ignorant girls than proving bravery.
"Water is sold by the Sanggan River." Mo'er muttered.
"Silly B~" How could the swearing little parrot standing on Mo'er's shoulder let go of this opportunity.
"I've heard about your achievements on the front line." Helen, as the smartest Fox, how could she not see that this prince was so frivolous, she pursed her lips and gave a secret smile.
This faint smile made Prince Richard's eyes straighten immediately. The fox girl's unique charm was vividly expressed in Helen's smile. As her status became more and more noble, the people under her command became larger and larger. Helen's charm was in the
With an indescribable solemnity, not to mention His Royal Highness, even Liu Zhenshao next to her was shocked by the electricity.
The two twin blood babies sat on their father's belly and stared at a certain part strangely. The fabric there had an abnormal bulge.
Prince Richard's chatter box suddenly opened up, his face flushed, and he told how he was in danger when fighting on the front line, and how he fought his way out of the siege.
"A hundred pounds of Boer and a thousand pounds of B~" the little parrot squawked wisely.
Prince Richard glared sharply at the annoying little parrot, but still could not stop the little beast from chattering. The golden dragon parrot was not afraid of it, let alone a prince.
"I am very happy that Miss Helen is about to be appointed as the High Priest of Cambridge. The Cambridge Oasis is not far from the Shabak City. I also plan to apply to the temple for transfer to the Cambridge Oasis and use the sword in my hand to protect Miss Helen.
Safe." Prince Richard took a breath and said to the little fox in an elegant manner.
Liu Zhenshao thought that this guy finally showed his fox tail, even though he was a Rhine.
"That's not necessary." Helen pointed to the three Taigo warriors behind her and said with a smile: "The Golden Templars are the ones who protect the God of War. I have these few Taigo warriors who are safe enough.
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"We can discuss this matter later." Prince Richard said with a calm expression on his face: "Actually, I am here this time to invite Miss Helen to attend the dinner hosted by your father."
"A dinner party held for you alone." The prince patted his hands gently, emphasized his tone, and glanced coldly at Liu Zhenshao beside him.
After the prince finished speaking, a gorgeous carriage drove slowly from the corner of the street. The carriage was pulled by golden horses with four shafts. The body was painted with gold decorations. It was purely made of luxurious colors without unnecessary patterns.
The carving and driving coach turned out to be a tall and proud Rhine lion man, wearing a golden woolen coat and having a luxurious temperament.
Seeing these four golden horses pulling a carriage in front of him, Nedved, who was pulling out his beard with two gold coins, his eyes brightened up. The last time the Centaur Archer had this look was
What happened when I discovered the "Thousand Mile Horse" three-legged golden toad.
"It is indeed a royal carriage." Liu Zhenzhen whistled.
The eyebrows of the three Biao warriors of the Taigo tribe were frowning very much. His Majesty the King's invitation was difficult for anyone to refuse, but this kind of invitation may not be a good thing for Taigo.
"Can you give me your hand?" Prince Richard bent down, took off his gloves in a humble manner, and extended his hand to Helen.
The Rhine driver of the royal carriage jumped out of the front seat, opened the door of the carriage, and nodded to Helen with a calm look that was neither humble nor arrogant. There were so many people in the square, and it seemed that no one could catch the eye of this coachman.
"Go." Liu Zhenshao nodded to Helen. The little fox kept looking at him: "It would be too irrational to refuse the king's invitation."
"Helen Lanxia, ββit is our responsibility to accompany and protect you. Please allow us to lead the way for you." A mature and solemn Biao warrior stepped forward and protected the top of the car door for Helen.
"Mr. Effenberg, the palace's defense force does not need brave warriors like you to join. We in Rhine in Shabak are still a little confident in ensuring the safety of Miss Helen." Prince Richard sneered: "In addition, I want to make it clear.
One point, this time His Majesty the King only invited Helen to sacrifice for a personal dinner, and he did not prepare an invitation for you, the Count."
Hehe! Liu Zhenshao couldn't help but take a second look at the Biao warriors. He didn't expect that this idiot who never spoke was actually two levels higher than himself in terms of noble title.
The Biao warrior Effenberg was choked by the prince's words. He was stunned and didn't know how to answer. There was really no reason to cover up His Majesty's big hat.
"Can I go too?" Mo'er said innocently, looking at His Highness the Prince.
"You?" Prince Richard frowned, and frowned the black line of the word "η" between his eyebrows into the word "η°". Mo'er is only the lowest level of blue-robed wind whispering priest. A priest of this level
Not to mention entering the palace, he is not even qualified to enter the temple.
However, Mo'er's identity is a bit special. One look at her pair of crystal clear wings, His Highness knew that she must be a Butterfly of the Yuanfuri Tribe who returned to the motherland. The news about the return of the three major tribes to the motherland has spread throughout the kingdom.
Well, at the opening ceremony of the Sacrifice Olympics, the representatives of the three major clans will be welcomed by His Majesty the King and the red high priest. For these three Behemoths, no matter who they are in the Behemoth Kingdom, they will be given special exceptions.
"This is my disciple, Feng Yu, offering sacrifices to Mo'er." Helen blinked her watery eyes and looked at His Highness the Prince.
"Okay then." Prince Richard raised his handsome eyebrows and agreed to Helen and Mo'er's request. After weighing it himself, he really couldn't find a reason to refuse Helen to take his disciples with him. Mentor
Bringing apprentices to attend important occasions is considered a tradition in the Behemoth Kingdom to train priest apprentices. Of course, with the passionate character of His Highness the Prince, he cannot bear to refuse the request of a delicate little butterfly beauty.
Seeing the four tall horses making a series of "dede" noises on the boulevard, Liu Zhenzhen was surprised why Prince Richard didn't follow them. This was really inconsistent with the stalking behavior of this sweet prince.
character.
"Lord Richard." His Highness the Prince finally took the initiative to greet Lord Feilengcui, but this time His Highness the Prince's face was covered with a layer of frost, and the smile just now was gone. (To be continued)