The Giant of Light is Still on the Way to Find Home

At this moment, there is only one thought in their hearts.

Choose a sword shaman, win the sword dance festival, and then fulfill your wish...

"Will they really believe it?"

In the center of the city, on the tall silver tower rising from the ground, Satan asked a little casually.

"Don't underestimate your acting skills... Besides, it doesn't matter whether you believe it or not."

Ying An listened to Satan's question with a calm expression. He knew very well that there must be some clear-headed among these nobles.

But so what?As long as one noble believes in it, the other nobles must follow suit, because they cannot rest assured and give this opportunity to achieve their wish to anyone other than themselves.

"The rhythm key made with magic element is also ready. I never thought that even this kind of opportunity to go out would be missed by those guys." Satan frowned helplessly. As the helm of the demon clan, Seeing these demons put themselves into these keys to become something called [Elf Armor] for a chance of legal bail, his heart was inevitably complicated.

With such a harsh condition, they all scrambled to be the first, and even gambled and fought for this opportunity in the arena in the palm of the [world]. Some demons even died in battle several times, which is really unimaginable.

"Three days later, let's cast it with the technique of meteor falling from the sky."

Ying An turned her head, and there was a rebellious girl with white hair and red eyes standing in front of the holy bell on the top of the tower, who changed her knight armor into a cardigan pattern without authorization.

"Next, the Sword Dance Festival is your stage... Try to be the only protagonist, Ren."

The girl once named Bo Hong looked deeply at that face that was always shrouded in the mist of light.

Ren Ashbell

That was the name given to him by the other party.

White hair, red eyes, implying two-color lotus.

Grow out of ashes and silt, and ring the farewell bell for this world.

She couldn't quite understand what he was saying.

But she could feel that this name was different from the name Bo Hong, and it was not a code name chosen for the convenience of labeling.

There is something precious in this name.

"Hmph, just watch it."

"The final winner is definitely me!"

ps: Double Ninth Festival, remember to spend more time with your family

ps2: I have collected it at Jiuqian, and I feel like a clumsy tortoise, watching the rabbits taking off in Wuhu throw themselves so far away that I can't even see their shadows.

The only fortunate thing is that I haven't given up yet.

Chapter 579 Chapter 91 Fangs

It was late at night on the third day after the proclamation of the church city ended.

The bright fireworks from the city's [Tower of Babel] scattered like petals to the rest of the continent.

As the oracle said, these falling white stars are the keys to unlock the Promised Land, and they are also the only evidence to enter the Tower of Babel and participate in the Sword Dance Festival.

This kind of power is naturally coveted by the nobles. Even with the oracle's notice, they are really unwilling to let this kind of power fall into the hands of others.

If possible, they want this power to be controlled by their direct descendants, or even directly by themselves.

After this kind of idea is born, of course there will be people with both strength and action to implement this matter.

Among them, a certain earl from the country of mountains is one of the representatives.

After sending his cronies to plow his territory three times, he finally found the place where one of the white stars fell, and found the black long sword called "Ling Key" in the oracle.

After learning about the unprecedentedly powerful [magic power] contained in this weapon through the mouth of the magician who followed.

The great nobleman's first thought was not to find the sword shaman in the decree and win the sword dance festival to fulfill his wish.

He is a very down-to-earth person, and even more so, an unusually realistic aristocrat.

Not to mention that he can find a matching sword shaman, even if he finds it, who can guarantee that the sword shaman in his own territory will win.

Taking a step back, even if the sword shaman in his territory really won the competition and got the chance to make a wish, what would he do if the sword shaman disobeyed him and made a wish directly to the gods?

Thinking of this, there are thousands of thoughts in his mind, and he can't figure out a clue.

In contrast, wouldn't it be more delicious to directly use the powerful magic power in this [Law Key] to invade and expand one's own territory?

The earl is not short of money, but also a nobleman full of action.

Therefore, he died.

When he was trying to use the crazy magic ritual to forcibly control the [Line Key], the powerful consciousness gushing out of the Rhythm Key came directly to his mind.

The illusory and powerful darkness blinded his eyes, reading his memory, and after three days, he was frightened to death by the hallucinations that appeared in his mind.

In this era when information exchange was not intensive, it was not until several nobles died because of this that the news spread to the ears of most people through the dissemination of interested people.

The poor serfs had no time to pay attention, simply because they were barely able to survive.Those idlers also have the right to treat these news as worthless talk, because the spread is too wide, and it is not even valuable as intelligence.

But in the eyes of some people, these things have a special meaning.

The gods did not take special care of these noble gentlemen.

There are very few seeds of rebellion that have been sown in this land of lack of thought.

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There is no distinction between male and female sword shamans, as long as they can get the approval of the law.

And the nobles who can't interfere with the choice of the law key, on the one hand, they are unwilling to give up the opportunity to make a wish at the Sword Dance Festival, and on the other hand, they are also worried that the people who are hostile to them will send someone to assassinate them after they get the allegiance of the sword shaman, if they don't have the same power To check and balance, wouldn't it be the only way to kill?

What was even worse was that there was only half a year left before the first Sword Dance Festival, and the time seemed too tight.

The methods of the nobles have always been so simple and rude to let the sword witches recognized by Li Jian be used for their own use.

While soliciting with Huairou's plan, it will also faintly control those who are close to it, so that it will come in handy at critical times. .

There is only one requirement that needs to be fulfilled, to avoid the sharp fangs from biting back on oneself.

It is difficult to justify that in this era of noble blood and innate justice, it is indeed difficult for most ordinary people who have suddenly gained power to restrain their obedience to the nobles, especially when they themselves have not received the corresponding education. .

A hound with sharp fangs is still a hound...

Half a year is a difficult time for the serfs at the bottom no matter what time it is.

Fortunately, this year, because of the oracle, the various regions have fallen into a strange balance. It seems that the vast majority of nobles have no plans to launch a noble war before the sword dance festival.

This also made the serfs and commoners heave a sigh of relief.

Although life is hard, as long as there is no war, you can barely survive.And with the recent low-cost transportation of strange caravans, they have at least accumulated some surplus food, which is already very thankful.

Naturally, the nobles at this time would not pay attention to the thoughts of the lower class. For them today, winning the Sword Dance Festival is the top priority.

Therefore, after each nobleman had determined their respective participating teams, amidst the holy sound of the holy bell, the nobles led teams of troops beating drums and gongs, and some even took hostages, and headed towards the The church city moves forward.

This kind of behavior is undoubtedly a ulterior motive, and it is telling his own sword shaman that he must win the competition, otherwise he will bear the consequences.

[The Promised Land only accepts the chosen ones. 】

The light released from the top of the Tower of Babel enveloped the entire church city, and even blocked those who came to compete outside the light wall.

First, it was a headache for the nobles.

The only ones who can enter here are the nobles and the participating sword shamans.

There is no room for accommodation. Some nobles are willing to enter this city without guards.

However, when they think that if they don't go in, they will automatically give up the opportunity, and these people are unwilling. How can they accept the result of losing without a fight with the sword witch team they have spent a lot of money to form.

After thinking about it, after all, desire prevailed. They stationed their troops on the spot and took good care of the hostages. Then they stepped into this once magical and ominous city with vigilance.

"It's about to start, are you nervous?"

At the top of the Tower of Babel, staring at the bustling crowd pouring into the silver tower, a smile could not help but emerge from the corner of his mouth as thin as a blade.

"To you, it's just a drama with a pre-determined ending."

"Since you are not nervous, why should I be nervous?"

The girl who was forced to study in the school for half a year showed a rebellious and heroic face: "Besides, I will never lose."

The first overlord of the Sword Dance Festival, Ren Ashbell asserted so.

Chapter 580 Chapter 92

In the four battlefields of the Tower of Babel, the sparks of the battle are spreading fiercely.

There is no so-called fairness, because the rules are not binding, as long as they belong to the same party, there are even situations where several people are against one person.

Fighting requires only results.

What is strange is that in the spectator stands surrounded by high towers, there are not many nobles who are paying close attention to these battles, even though their sword shamans have not actually entered the battle yet.

The reason is very simple. After these people entered the arena, someone used one of their own trusts to make these nobles willingly exchange a lot of money for a fixed amount of crystal [weights], as long as they can correctly place the weight in the competition. Note, after the final match, if the weights on hand reached a certain amount, even if the sword shaman under their command did not win, [Voice of God] promised to fulfill one of their wishes.

When the news came out, the scene exploded in an instant.

If it weren't for the regulations that only a fixed amount of crystal [weights] could be exchanged, some nobles with big families might not be willing to exchange all their possessions for [weights].

However, it is precisely because of the strict regulations that the worries of some nobles have been dispelled. The amount of [weights] exchanged is certainly high, but they are not yet to the point of hurting their muscles and bones, so why not take a gamble? ?

Especially those nobles whose sword shamans are not very strong and think they are just a foil for the competition, they seem to have found hope and become fanatical.

This is often the reaction of gamblers when they see the prospect of breaking even.

... This time, it seems that someone is about to lose.

The demon with the body of Viscount Baldr stroked the two mustaches on his mouth. He didn't pay attention to the game on the 3rd battlefield, even though the battle was going on, nominally belonging to the sword wizard in his territory.

Looking around in the surrounding transparent glass room, with quite a few nobles with ashen expressions on their faces, he felt "interesting" in his heart for a long time...

On the third battlefield, the two-colored red and white lotus bloomed proudly. Despite the stormy attacks, it always seemed that there was a large and loving lotus leaf covering her side, resisting the approaching swords, spears and halberds.

This is an unfair fight.

Formed a six-member team, the only one facing each other.