Lord of the North

"Helena..."

　　 Zola was in a daze. This name seemed to her. She didn't know if she would have a chance to change it back in her lifetime. Helena was no longer alive, and only Zola Oddingson was alive.

　　 "Helena has already passed, Master Atum should make it clear what you came from." She took a deep breath and stared at Atum.

　　 "If I said I was here to offer loyalty to His Royal Highness Jason, will His Royal Highness believe it?" Atum did not change her name at all because of her words.

　　 In his opinion, no matter what Zola’s name is changed, she is still the princess of the Kingdom of Lopez, and the two most powerful forces in Lopez are still the last name of Lopez.

　　 "Unfortunately, I don't believe it very much." Zola didn't care about the address with him, so he could call it whatever he wanted, and instead replied.

　　 "I..." Atum looked helpless, and just about to speak, the outside door suddenly creaked and was pushed open.

　　 "It seems that I came at the right time."

　　 Lancelot had a gentle expression, first nodded to Zola, and then said to Atum.

　　 "Dear Sir, do you know that it is very impolite to interrupt someone's conversation?"

　　 Batum turned around, looked at Lancelot with a smile, and said that his eyes were full of dissatisfaction and anger. In his opinion, this was disrespect for him and the Lopez royal family.

　　 "I'm really sorry, but because an unidentified person was told to me in my soldier's barracks, that's why I did this kind of rude behavior."

　　 Lancelot was startled when he heard the words, and then responded with a smile: "Besides, I don't even know who you are. Why should I give you respect?"

　　 This is a bit cruel, and it is clear that Atum is hiding his head and showing his tail, and he is not qualified to be rampant here.

　　 Zola sat quietly on her seat and watched the two of them face each other. She had a bad impression of Atum, because the people Jason sent to contact him before did not bring back any good news.

　　 Atum has been swinging back and forth between the local aristocracy, the Slovenian government and Jason, and her position is unclear, so she has a mediocre impression of this person.

　　 Although he has always been loyal to the old king of Lopez.

　　 "My name is Atum, a native of the North. I am currently the commander of the White Sword City Garrison, and I am also the Earl of the Kingdom and a soldier. Tell me who you are."

　　 Atum's face is ugly, no one will feel happy when he receives this kind of treatment, let alone him who has always been arrogant and brave.

　　 "My name is Lancelot, I come to the iron tooth collar, I am a knight canonized by His Royal Highness Jason, and I am currently the deputy commander of Lucca City."

　　 Lancelot smiled and said that although he is currently in charge of the army of Lucca, he has not accepted the position of commander of the army that Zola intends to offer.

　　First, that name is not right, because this position needs to be appointed by King Lopez, and the iron tooth collar has not yet torn the face of those people in Sloven on the surface.

　　Second, he was afraid that the veterans of the garrison would secretly embarrass him because of this, because now he will have some obstacles when giving orders.

　　 But those generals are very measured and will not affect the tasks assigned by Lancelot, but they will make him feel awkward, just as uncomfortable as eating a fly.

　　 "Hmph, Princess Helena doesn't have your shelf..."

　　 Atum’s eyes were bad. He felt that Jason would not be against him because of a subordinate, so he said with disdain, but his

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　　 Before he finished speaking, Lancelot interrupted him.

　　 "I'm still one of the ineffective servants of His Royal Highness Jason."

　　Zola heard these words and immediately felt a warning bell in his heart, and the extraordinary power quickly formed a protection for her.

　　 Boom! ! ! !

　　 Her action had just ended, the energy in Lancelot's body burst out, and Zola's entire room was instantly full of cracks.

Batum's eyes widened sharply, the blue veins on his forehead violently, and the floor under his feet shattered. Fortunately, Lancelot's momentum came and went quickly, otherwise he might kneel on the ground under this momentum. .

　　 "Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhah

　　 After Lancelot's aura disappeared, Atum lowered his head and opened his eyes wide, breathing quickly, his eyes full of incredible, this pressure was far more terrifying than the Earth Knights he had seen before.

　　 "You..." He looked at Lancelot, a little speechless, and he didn't know what to say.

　　 Zola on the side let out a sigh of relief. Lancelot was planning to give him a predicament, so that he could see clearly what he was at stake, whether there was a future with Sloven or Jason had more potential.

　　 "There is no way to talk here, Lancelot, you are too impulsive."

　　 Zola falsely reprimanded Lancelot, and then looked at Atum apologetically: "Master Atum, I'm so sorry, let's change the place to talk."

　　 After speaking, she took the lead out of the crumbling room, followed by Lancelot.

　　 Atum's expression changed. He swears that he really wanted to throw his sleeves back to White Sword City, and then immediately led troops to attack Lucca City, but he dared not.

　　 is not only because now Lucca City and Ironfang collar can compete with him, but also because of the words Lancelot said before.

“I’m still one of Jason’s ineffective subordinates~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In other words, Jason’s Earth Knight has more than one subordinate. He doesn’t dare to bet on the authenticity of this sentence, so he was a little hesitant. The idea was decided in an instant.

　　 "Huh..."

　　 He took a long breath, wiped his sweat, tidyed up his clothes and followed Lancelot and Zola in front of him.

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　　 "Not bad, Harris, you really didn't disappoint me."

　　 Jason looked at the more than sixty half-armor archers in front of him. In the previous hour, these soldiers showed themselves their powerful mobility and skilled riding and shooting skills.

　　Although their technology is still a bit young and lacking, Jason is still satisfied and can't help but praise again and again. The initial results can be seen in the past few months. Harris' ability is still worthy of recognition.

　　 "Thank you for your praise."

　　 Harris put down the big rock in his heart in an instant, so that he proved his worth and his position was also preserved.

　　 He is not one of those talented adults, nor can he compare with Lancelot's kind of strong, he is an old soldier who has retired from the battlefield.

　　 Harris understands that only people with useful value can retain and survive in this strong lineup, because the strength in Jason's hands is terrible.

　　 "This is not praise, but an affirmation of your abilities. I hope that one day my archer troops can run rampant on this continent."

　　 Jason’s eyes were full of ambition: "Even compete with the centaur on that prairie!"