Arad's crooked savior

The majestic golden capital gradually fades away behind you, and the stunningly glorious city gradually turns into a blurry patch in the field of vision.

Siatt bent her knees and sat on the roof of the carriage, unconsciously touching her left hand. The blue ghost bead on the back of her hand had been removed a long time ago, and all the transfer power of the restraint had been used for her own use, but some small habits were still there. Reserved.

The two horses took steady steps and led the carriage around a corner into a small town. Vetalun completely disappeared from sight. A strand of gray-white hair stuck to the corner of her mouth. She seemed unaware and sighed softly.

She originally thought that when she returned to Weitalun, she would be filled with resentment and endless anger. She could not help but break into the palace alone, and then slash out a sword that destroyed the city.

But it was only now that she left the imperial capital that she realized that her mood was not too violent, but rather a little unclear and complicated.

She has lived in Vetalun for about sixteen years, and is very familiar with the area near her home. She also had some playful friends when she was a child. She also used her delicate arms to try hard to swing a wooden sword in the yard. .

That was a pretty good memory.

When she was a child, she was amazed by the brilliance of the palace building. She also sat on her father's shoulders and watched Lyon's speeches and rallies. She knew that the young man who spoke impassionedly about "the glory of the empire" was the emperor of a country.

"The wind erodes the heart, the stars penetrate the clouds, the stars reflect the shadow of the sword, the scorching sun falls, and even after traveling thousands of miles, my sword cannot cut it flat."

Quietly reciting this line of the Sword Emperor's song that Ye Lin taught her in the Moonlight Tavern and has always been remembered, Siatt lifted the strand of hair with her fingertips, looked up at the clear sky, and smiled gently.

If you propose, I will marry you. If you dare not marry, I will cut you off.

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The sword she slashed out with all her strength, symbolizing farewell, left a terrifying deep ravine of a hundred meters on the ground. The huge cracks in the ground caused by the rumbling vibrations of the earth inadvertently connected the moat of the imperial capital.

The water level in the wide river surrounding the royal capital was rapidly lowering. Small puddles with accumulated silt slowly appeared in the river, and there were some grass carps with slapping tails and struggling to survive.

The sudden deep ravine crack quickly shook the imperial capital, and the news swept through every corner like a strong wind.

Someone happened to watch and said that a magnificent sword inlaid with the most magnificent gems in the world suddenly appeared, which could reach the sky and stir up the wind and clouds, and then maliciously attacked the imperial capital.

But now half an hour has passed, and the attacker has only left a deep ravine with sword energy.

The building was shaken and damaged, but there were no casualties. This behavior was more like a simple provocation to the empire's face, which was really confusing.

The court magician quickly rushed to the scene to repair the scars on the ground.

Although Emperor Leon lived deep in the palace and had not been to the scene in person, he had already guessed who might have done it. He could only give symbolic instructions to go down and find out the "culprit".

His desire for powerful power became even stronger.

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Although the empire is very wealthy economically, it is limited by technological factors and cannot make all roads smooth and smooth.

There were some bumps along the way, which made people miss the comfort of the EX Dornier.

We left Weitalun in a carriage, passed through several villages and towns, and continued upstream along an unfrozen river.

The source of this river is the second largest mountain range in the empire. It stretches out from the mountain range, and hundreds of rivers converge along the way to form a majestic Yangtze River.

The rough division between the empire's first territory and its second territory is based on that mountain range.

The imperial capital Weitalun was built along the river, located on the right side of the river, only about ten miles away.

Isabella remembered that when the weather was good, standing on the higher tower in the palace, one could easily overlook the majestic river and feel the breath of the empire's mountains and rivers.

The most prosperous economic zone in Delos is basically built on this river.

"How should I put it? My master has a rather eccentric and persistent personality. She can accept a wide range of disciples, but she will never accept male disciples." Isabella stuck out her tongue playfully, wondering if what she said would affect her. The reputation of the Imperial God of Fighting.

The God of Fighting, Zara Maya, was a fighting genius who once appeared like a comet. Over the past few decades, no one has been able to match him.

Her outstanding contribution to the fighting skills of the Arad continent, for example, is the series of weapons taught by Kalua, the god of blacksmiths, the revelation of God's light brought by Saint Michel, the loyal minister Jig, and the spirit of the ghost. Swordsmen are no longer afraid of the infinite courage of ghost hands.

Of course, this fighting god still doesn't accept male disciples.

Because of this, when the line of female fighters once flourished, the line of male fighters declined slightly and was almost "extinct."

However, the passion and love for fighting still allow a line of male fighters to survive tenaciously and tenaciously.

Isabella rubbed her face nervously. She was in the realm of the God of War and could be considered a relatively outstanding genius. The master should not scold her.

However, after completing the ceremony and being allowed to go out by his father, he was very willing to take risks and have fun. It seemed that he never came back to see her.

At the same time, Ye Lin, who was sitting aside, looked at the gift that the third princess was going to bring for the meeting, black lines appeared on his forehead, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

A box of good wine, not red wine but strong white wine, and a box of unground roasted tobacco leaves, slowly exuding an unmistakable smell of tobacco, are all the best in the palace.

He and Siatt looked at each other in confusion. They originally thought that the god of fighting should be an otherworldly person who likes to drink tea and practice martial arts, like a god.

No matter how bad it is, middle-aged and elderly people should like some nourishing supplements or something.

Cyrus took out a map with detailed markings from his arms, read it, and then drove the carriage along the main road of the town until it reached the outskirts of the city, at the foot of a towering mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, there is a dojo that can accommodate hundreds of people. The legendary god of fighting lives here in semi-seclusion.

Originally, Sal Maya lived in the imperial capital, a kind of seclusion in the city, and it was more convenient to buy high-quality tobacco and alcohol.

But there were too many people who couldn't bear to seek her apprenticeship, and various nobles also wanted to have a relationship with her. After becoming famous, she became busier and busier, which disturbed her training time, so she simply moved out of the imperial capital.

Although there are still many people who are apprentices, at least this environment with mountains and water can make you feel more relaxed.

When the carriage stopped, there were many fighters in slim-fitting martial arts uniforms at the foot of the mountain, walking up and down the mountain steps paved with bluestones. They were sweating in the cold winter.

Sure enough, without exception, all were women.

After Isabella jumped off the carriage, she turned her head and explained in a low voice: "This is one of Master's compulsory courses. You go up and down the mountain every day, at least two times."

Probably remembering how exhausted she was before, she crossed her arms and shuddered in fear.

Sara Maya's compulsory physical training is not just going up and down the mountain, she also has many torture methods.

If you are lucky enough to understand the secret of profession and become an excellent professional, congratulations. In the future, you will have to tie weight-bearing sandbags on your legs and arms when going up and down the mountain.

Regardless of whether they are men or women in the fighting branch, the strength and endurance of their own bodies always come first!

Since the gift was carried by Ye Lin, the fighters who had just arrived at the foot of the mountain during their daily compulsory classes looked at him with some pity.

Another poor man who came full of hope and wanted to learn from Master Saler.

But Master has been famous for so many years, but she has never accepted a male disciple.

The mountain road was long and steep, but they were not ordinary people. They successfully reached a flat place on the mountainside without feeling tired or sweating much.

The Third Princess looked around, and then asked a fighter who was practicing boxing on a dummy stake: "Junior sister, do you know where the master is?"

Junior sister?

The fighter who was stopped was slightly surprised. He lowered his head and glanced at the slender and powerful legs of the Third Princess, and smiled knowingly: "Master, I just kicked a man out. He seems to be angry. I don't know where he is now."