Chapter 1052 You go down by yourself, or I will throw you down
Woo—
The melodious sound of the horn came from afar. Muria, who was practicing in his palace, was awakened by the sound of the horn. He slowly opened his eyes, showing a hint of helplessness, and then closed them again.
Outside his body, more than a dozen extremely agile black-red air currents like black snakes surrounded and swam around, and then all poured into his body.
Muria ended today's practice, because after the sound of the bugle, if he continues to practice, the difficulty of practice will be doubled.
He has heard the bugle outside many times over the years. The shortest time is once a month, and the longest time is half a year. Every time the bugle sounds, it represents the beginning of a war.
Muria is used to it, and can also understand the frequent wars, because there are so many countries in this area, and any small thing can become a trigger and trigger a war.
Of course, the scale of these wars is controlled to around ten thousand people, so although they are wars in nature, in Muria's eyes, they are no better than the armed fight between two villages in the empire he established in the world of Erathia.
How many.
However, although the number of participants in the battle was a little poor, the scale of the battle was also smaller, but the frequency of the battles amazed Muria. It was indeed too frequent.
You must know that every time the bugle sounds, the troops are being assembled and then sent out. At this time, the troops that were sent out last time generally do not withdraw.
Muria doesn't care about these things. In a war of this intensity, given the foundation of their Guyi country, they won't be destroyed even if they lose dozens of games, but their vitality will definitely be severely damaged.
His only dissatisfaction was that when the bugle sounded, he could no longer practice practice, because the sound produced by the bugle had a special effect. This sound would activate the power in his body and enter a state of excitement.
In battle, hearing such a horn sound, the combat effectiveness of ordinary soldiers can increase by about 10% to 30%, but when practicing, the activity of power suddenly increases so much, which makes people want to spit out fragrance.
impulsive.
Although with Muria's control, he can continue to practice, but it is not necessary, the effort and reward are simply not proportional, and at this time, his brothers and sisters will come out to join in the fun.
Every military expedition in the Kingdom of Guy is a relatively relaxed and enjoyable leisure time for the royal family who are underage and do not need to fulfill their obligations. Therefore, except for Muria, the other royal families like this melodious bugle very much.
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The five-year-old Muria stood up from the bed. When he got out of bed and the soles of his feet had not touched the ground, a black air appeared under his feet, lifting his body.
The short child walked off the ground on a cloud of black air. In this scene, although Muria's appearance looks very sunny, but under the background of the power he possesses, he is full of a villain's aura
, he doesn’t look like a good person anyway.
But Muria doesn't care whether he looks like a good guy or not. He only knows that his current posture, both in appearance and aura, is very good. Even if he looks like a villain, he is still a handsome villain.
Muria left the palace and walked towards the fifty-meter-high wall of the palace. He knew without guessing that the wall was definitely filled with people who had gone there to join in the fun after their practice had been interrupted by the military bugle.
royal family.
"This is the position I occupy for Brother Wang. You can't stand here." On an arrow tower with a good view of the marching army, a little fat man looked at the brothers and sisters in front of him who were a head taller than him.
They were so angry that they jumped on their feet, their faces full of grievances.
"Brother Wang? Which Brother Wang? Aren't we your Brother Wang? Since you took the position for Brother Wang, isn't it the same as giving it to us?"
A child who was a full head taller than this little fat man looked down at him with a hint of impatience on his face. The ceremony of military expedition was rare.
"I'm talking about Brother Arnold, not you." A fierce look appeared on the little fat man's face, and a faint black light appeared on his body.
"Arnold!" Upon hearing the fat man's words, the tall boy's face immediately showed a look of amusement, "Are you talking about the Arnold who has the best scores in all tests?"
"That's right." Hearing that the unfamiliar brother Wang in front of him also knew the elder brother he recognized, the little fat man raised his head proudly.
"Haha, then you are the shame of the royal family, Opuno, who is obviously older than him, but still insists on calling him brother?" The boy about seven or eight years old looked at the chubby younger brother in front of him, with a look on his face.
A hint of sneer.
Fernand has many children, but this number is only relative to the number of children born to a royal family. In fact, more than a hundred people are not many.
When these people live in the same building, no matter which one of them does something outstanding or does something out of common sense, as long as they are well-informed, the royal family will basically know about it.
Therefore, the deeds of the fat little Opuno, who was deceived by Muria and still refuses to repent and wants to recognize Arnold, who is younger than him, as his brother, his deeds are undoubtedly a joke among various royal families.
"He is better than me no matter what he does. What's wrong with me calling him Brother Wang?" The little fat man Opuno blushed and defended his behavior. In his heart, he felt that calling him "Brother" was just that he was later than him.
Arnold, who was born half a year ago, is the royal brother, so there is nothing wrong with him.
"It is truly a shame of the royal family. They don't know the superiority and inferiority of the family. They are not ashamed of it, but are proud of it." The boy sneered and waved his hand to let the little fat man roll aside.
"I'm holding a seat for Brother Wang. If we dare to snatch his things, you'll have a good look at it." Opunuo threatened in a fake tone.
He knew that this was not the time for Lu to give in. He did not provoke this group of people, but these people took the initiative to come to him. What they meant was self-evident.
In this oppressive palace, once someone is found to be easy to bully, the consequences will be very miserable. If you are not careful, you may even disappear forever.
"Move out Arnold to scare us?" Hearing Opuno's threat, the boy smiled, his eyes full of disdain, "Okay, I have heard of his reputation a long time ago, and I want to see it," he said later.
Now that he's here, you ask him to come to me, and I'll see what he can do when facing my brother, the king."
The boy who had turned around and watched the marching army below waved his hands impatiently, his tone and gesture full of disdain. As a royal family, brotherhood does not exist for them, and most of them
There is only competition.
Although according to the news, he already knew that Arnold was a very good guy and performed better than they did at that age, but that was a comparison of the same age.
The real situation now is that he is nearly three years older than Arnold. He does not believe that Arnold can have any advantage if there is a sufficient age gap.
If this brother Wang really dared to argue with him, he wouldn't mind using his fists to teach him what the correct attitude was when facing Brother Wang.
"What do you want from me?" At this time, a young but very calm voice came.
The fat little Opuno, whose eyes were red and on the verge of tears, looked at Muria flying up three feet from the ground with surprise, and shouted excitedly, "Brother Wang!"
"What's going on? Are they bullying you?" Muria frowned and looked at the fat man in front of him who shamelessly called him Brother Wang.
Although he has never recognized this guy as his younger brother, in the eyes of others, this guy has already labeled him, so to a certain extent, hitting this little fat guy is equivalent to slapping him in the face.
Muria cannot ignore this kind of thing no matter what.
No matter which world he lands in, Muria will never make people think that he is someone easy to bully, even when he is in an insignificant state.
To him, there is absolutely no such thing as being patient and allowing others to bully him in the early stage for the sake of accumulation. No matter who wants to test him or want to beat him, he will respond with the strongest attitude.
"No, but they took the position I occupied for you." The little fat man was already planning to run down from the arrow tower to find Muria to complain to him.
"You are just two people, but you want to occupy a position. Don't you think the best arrow tower is too much?"
The boy who was originally prepared to find an excuse to teach him a lesson when he saw Muria, saw the way Muria appeared, and immediately retreated and began to reason with him.
After hearing what this little kid said, Muria did not respond, but looked at the five people who came to the arrow tower, three men and two women. At this time, the other four people were watching the worship of the army below attentively.
They turned a blind eye to the ceremony and everything that happened behind them, as if Muria did not exist, which was very stylish.
"This is here to trouble me!" Muria looked at a tall, slender girl standing in the center, narrowed her eyes slightly, confirmed her identity, and quickly determined the nature of the matter.
"Do you want to get out of here, or should I throw you down?" Muria spoke, his tone full of domineering and unquestionable meaning. Since he was sure that these people were here to cause trouble for him, there was no need to beat around the bush.
Already.
"Arnold, remember your identity, is this your attitude when talking to us? Don't you think you are too presumptuous?" When the boy saw Muria walking through the air, he suppressed his urge to turn around and asked for help, and rushed
Muria scolded.
"Identity? Aren't you just here to fight with me?"