lord and his dragon

Of course Abel heard the maid Anna's voice, and he quickly told Negrim the news.

After Negrim heard it, he immediately judged that the information was correct. Although he didn't know who was tipping them off, if Malus' hole card was a great swordsman, then everything would make sense.

Negrim frowned, just at this moment Malus did not know why the duel was suddenly suspended, giving him a chance to think about how to deal with it.

But the Great Swordsman is not an easy character to deal with. Although there is only one word difference between the Swordsman and the Swordsman, the strength of the two sides is not in the scope of comparison at all. It is so easy to find a way to deal with it.

Nigrim always believed that Abel was invincible, but if the opponent was a great swordsman, Nigrim began to feel uncertain. Abel had never fought against an enemy of this strength. In the final ending of the dragon story, the great swordsman also came forward to slay the dragon. Can Abel handle such an opponent?

Negrim looked up at Abel, who immediately knelt down and said, "If the opponent is really a great swordsman, please replace me? The elves will not be opponents."

Negrim frowned and said, "You must be the opponent?"

Abel choked. He had never fought a great swordsman, so he certainly didn't know if he was an opponent, and it was impossible to lie to Negrim, so he could only remain silent.

Negrim said coldly: "If you are not an opponent, what's the point of playing? But it's useless, I might as well just admit defeat."

What's more, Negrim couldn't accept that Abel was hurt in such an inexplicable place.

Abel should have been able to hear the concern in Negrim's words, but for some reason, after realizing that Negrim doubted his own strength, he couldn't think about anything, and only had a strong desire to prove in his heart His own body, that body turned into a raging fire, which directly roasted his heart until it swelled and heated up.

Abel took a breath, and said in a deep voice: "I can win, master, for you, I will not lose..."

Negrim glanced at him, and found that the whites of Abel's eyes were starting to turn red, so he quickly reached out to touch his face, and the indifference in his voice disappeared, and he asked worriedly, "What's the matter with you? "

Hearing this, Abel suddenly woke up, barely restraining the fighting spirit in his heart, and said softly, "I...I don't know..."

Seeing his appearance, Negrim was even more determined not to call Abel, who had been losing his mind frequently recently, on the field, and said, "Calm down, I have another way."

That's the story, but the so-called "one power down ten times", if one's own combat power is suppressed, how can it be so easy to come up with a solution?

Negrim looked up at the dueling ring where only the elf Furma was standing, and suddenly figured out why Marus wasted so much energy. He pursed his lips and muttered to himself: " This is probably the trap that idiot thought of."

It happened to be five candidates, and they specially chose the wheel fight, and also called in their own referee, saying it was a duel, but in fact, Marus found a great swordsman, and wanted to take this opportunity to kill his subordinates with high combat effectiveness. Get rid of all the people, and then find a chance to kill him.

This matter is easy to solve, as long as Negrim admits defeat, Malus' plans will all come to naught, but this idiot found a good time by mistake - Negrim can't admit defeat.

Ever since Negrim came to the capital, in order to make the many nobles in the capital obedient and obedient, and not cause unnecessary trouble for him, he has always shown him an invincible and extremely oppressive image. He swaggered through the market with a large amount of wealth, dealt with Correvis, and challenged the king. He did temporarily impress the group of nobles that he was untouchable, but the deeper the impression, the more dire the consequences would be if they rebounded. If Negrim was at a disadvantage in a certain matter, even if it was just a duel, I'm afraid it would immediately remind people of his image in the past, and he would start to move around.

Not only can Negrim not admit defeat, he must win.

Negrim let out a sigh of relief. To be honest, he was beginning to regret accepting Marus' challenge to a duel that was questionable at first glance, but he couldn't help it. At that time, he was really out of his mind because of Abel's matter. It's something out of your control at the moment.

Negrim rubbed his forehead, looked up, and found that Marus on the opposite side was fidgeting, and seemed to be waiting eagerly for the opening. This person is really strange, obviously he called it to stop, and now he is Why are you in such a hurry?

Nigrim blinked and said, "Yes, if he has a great swordsman at his disposal, why does he have to use the name of challenge to deal with my subordinates' strength?"

Abel was struggling to restrain the irritability surging in his heart, when he heard Negrim's words, he subconsciously raised his head and said, "What?"

Nigrim didn't even look at him, but his mouth gradually curled into an arc: "Because the great swordsman is not under his control, it is obvious that he is just little Pavoni after all, not Duke Pavoni. If there is a great swordsman, of course he can only be one of Duke Pavoni's subordinates."

A powerful combat power that has never been mentioned before, coupled with Malus's eager response to this duel, Nigrim felt that Old Pavoni probably didn't want his great swordsman to be killed because of a dispensable battle. Appearing in front of everyone due to a duel, even if he knew that this duel would kill Negrim, in the eyes of old Pavoni, it was completely unworthy.

Negrim beckoned, and a guard glanced at Abel, walked up hesitantly, knelt down in front of Negrim, and asked, "My lord?"

Negrim said: "Take off your armor, get on the cart horse, go to the mansion of Duke Pavoni's family, and shout with all your strength."

The guard asked puzzledly, "What are you shouting for?"

Nigrim smiled and said, "Little Pavoni is wise and mighty. He sent a great swordsman to the duel in the circular square. Come and take a look."

"Ah?" The guard was stunned, not understanding why. Little Pavoni sent a great swordsman, shouldn't we fight to the death or admit defeat?Why do you still ask people to watch the fun?

Negrim glanced at him coldly. The guard was startled and didn't dare to ask any more questions. He immediately got up and ran outside, taking off his armor while running. Negrim reckoned that he should Just be there in time.

If it doesn't work, I can only ask the four people in the border forest to delay for a while.

...This should still be possible, right?

Negrim glanced at Abel who was still kneeling on the ground, and called Fuma over, told him everything, and did not force him to stay on the stage. If the four people in the marginal forest did not If he wants, he also has pretty good swordsmen who can play.

Negrim expected that Fuma would not reject him, but as expected, he didn't know whether it was because of his curiosity about the strong man or because of his inexplicable affection for Negrim. Although the elf's expression was serious, he still agreed. A request to fight.

"Don't force it," Negrim warned, "That is a great swordsman after all, and Abel is not 100% sure that he will win. The main goal is to delay the time. If the situation is not right, he will immediately flee to the crowd. The referee is the person on the opposite side, even if they hear your surrender, they won’t stop, it’s best not to get hurt, otherwise it will be inconvenient to move, and there may be accidents.”

The elf responded and was about to go back when Negrim called him back again.

"What's wrong?" Fuma stopped, feeling a little itchy in his heart. He wondered if Negrim wanted to make the most classic parting confession because of his decisiveness just now...

Negrim was completely unaware of the elf's mental activities, and said seriously: "I thought about it, the most important thing to delay the time is not the rhythm of the battle."

Fuma was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Negrim smiled slightly, and as he slowly spoke, the elf's face became increasingly ugly.

"Do I have to do this?" The elf's face was full of resistance.

Negrim said indifferently: "This is an order. If you don't agree, I will ask someone to send you back to the marginal forest now."

Fulma: "..."

Of course, Marus didn't know what happened in Negrim, and he didn't feel that he needed to know. His eyes were full of his plans that were about to come true. As soon as Anna came back, he immediately said to the servant: "Yes! It's time, go to the back and call the teacher."

After the servant heard what he said, he immediately ran to the back and called Meile out.

In fact, Meile didn't quite know who the opponent of this duel was, and why Marus initiated the duel against him. He only heard Marus talk about the Krevis family's affairs out of context. In his mouth, the members of the Krevis family just made a small mistake, and they were ruined by Negrim. They were crazy, crazy, and dead. This Earl Hugh Nordin is really a cruel guy. Immediately Because of this, Russ launched a duel to the opponent, and because no one under his command was an opponent of Earl Hugh Nordin's minions, so he wanted to ask Meile to teach them a lesson.

Mailer practiced swordsmanship every day and kept his ears shut. Of course, he didn't know how much water Marus said. After hearing this, he felt the need to help Marus, so he agreed to fight.

Mailer passed by under the high platform where Marus was sitting, and looked back at Marus. The latter immediately suppressed the joy in his heart, and nodded to him with a solemn expression. Smiling to Anna at the side, "That's the great swordsman. If you want, I can take you to chat with him after the duel is over."

Anna restrained the urge to slap this idiot, and smiled reluctantly: "Then thank you."

After all, no matter how Marus responded, he looked eagerly at the stage, clasped his hands in front of his chest and prayed, Xiaoxiu Nuoding had better think of a way to deal with it, and nothing happened to her elf ah!

Amidst the turbulent tide, the two had already appeared on the stage together. The referee did not mention the strength of Great Swordsman Meile, but only introduced him as a swordsman in the same way as the previous four.

If there was no report from Anna, Fuma would indeed have taken the person in front of him lightly, but now he is not in that mood at all, and looks at the person opposite with a solemn expression.

And Meile looked at the elf with contempt, not only because of the strength of the other party, but also because he was loyal to a cruel master. In Meile's mind, the elf might have been hurt by the connivance of Earl Hugh Nordin Many people, this time he must teach them some lessons.

But the onlookers under the stands didn't know a lot of news. In their eyes, Elf had easily defeated four opponents. His strength was unquestionable, and among those opponents, the fastest defeated was the sword. Sergeant, I am afraid that this opponent will be eliminated by him with one arrow. They can't wait to see the heroic appearance of the elves.

People in the audience waved their hands and shouted. In this warm atmosphere, the referee said: "The duel begins!"

Meile looked at the elf coldly, holding the hilt of his sword with both hands.

The elf also looked back at the other party, and just a second before Mailer started to move, Fuma raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute."

Meile frowned and paused.

Fuma said calmly: "I know you are a great swordsman. This duel is about the reputation of our respective loyal masters. We must fight to the death. Therefore, before we start, we need to introduce each other."

This doesn't seem to be a problem. After thinking about it for a while, Mailer felt that it was indeed the case. After all, the opponent was the one who was going to be defeated by him, so it was indeed necessary to know who he had lost to.

So Meile said coldly: "Maile Jon, my name."

Fuma nodded, and said slowly, "Good name."

Meile frowned, feeling a little strange, who would praise his opponent's name when he had nothing to do, but he didn't stop the elf from going on, this was about to become the thing he regretted the most.

The elf said in a slow voice, "Ferma Edward Williams Dick Alfred...Fred Hugh Nordin, my name."

Myler: "..."

Maybe Mailer should have said the same as the elf praised his name, but forgive him, he couldn't say it!This poor great swordsman is about to burst!How can there be such a long name in the world? !The elf talked for a whole fucking 3 minutes!

In fact, it's not just Meile who has this idea, all the audience watching this duel are stunned, what's going on with this elf?He wasn't like this before!What is the situation!

Seeing the dull eyes of his opponent, Fuma was actually too embarrassed, a slight blush appeared on his handsome face, but that was what Negrim ordered, and he didn't want to be sent back to the marginal forest so soon. He could only let go of the arrogance of the elves for the time being, and continued to speak bravely.

"Maybe you will find it strange, why is my surname Hugh Nordin?"

Myler: "No, I'm not surprised."

Fuma pretended not to hear, and continued: "Actually, it's because of our lord, his surname is Xiu Nuoding, and why I took his surname, it starts with our encounter..."

Myler: "...???"

Then Fuma went on like this. From his meeting with Negrim to his coming to the capital, he talked for more than 20 minutes, and because Mailer had agreed to introduce him to each other, After saying his name, the poor swordsman was too embarrassed to interrupt the other party's narration, so he could only poke in place like a log, looking at the elf who was talking endlessly with dull eyes.

Didn't he come for a duel?Why does it seem that he came here to listen to the speech of this talkative elf? !

The audience watching the duel was as sluggish as Meile. Their excitement at the beginning had disappeared under the elf's lengthy self-introduction, and the entire duel field was silent, as if some evil mage was here He cast a dumb spell and made everyone dumb.

Marus and Anna were probably the only two people who noticed something was wrong. The former angrily asked someone to remind the Great Swordsman that this was the opponent's trap. The other party said more about how this might affect the result, and because of etiquette, he ignored it, which made Marus so angry that he died.

The latter snickered from the bottom of his heart. Earl Hugh Notting is worthy of being Earl Hugh Notting. He really had a hand, and then he worried about what to do next. It sounds so good!

Fuma talked endlessly on the dueling stage, and his voice echoed throughout the square. Everyone thought that either this elf was crazy, or he was crazy, and they didn't know if the other party planned to keep talking like this until dark. Russ was even more restless, he had vaguely sensed Negrim's plan.

But the expression on Negrim's face did not completely relax.

"Why hasn't old Pavoni come yet?"

Abel was also given a headache by Fuma's broken words. Hearing Negrim's words, he immediately comforted him: "It's okay, the news will always be delivered, as long as Fuma can hold on..."

Negrim shook his head and said, "Fuma won't be talking for long, haven't you noticed? He's already talked about our coming to the capital."

After all, elves are elves. Apart from making up a long and stinky name for themselves, they don’t know how to make up stories and tell lies. Foma and Nigrim haven’t spent that long together, and they can finish talking in about half an hour.

Negrim thought about it, and couldn't help turning his gaze to the people standing in the back row.

If I had known that Lucy would go first, he must be very good at talking.

As if hearing Negrim's inner voice, the centaur smiled back at him.

Sure enough, just when Marus couldn't help himself to tell the elf on the opposite side to shut up, Fuma finally stopped dry-mouthed, he really had no more nonsense to say.

At this time, half an hour had passed since the last duel began.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief after the elf stopped, especially Mailer, who wished to slap himself half an hour ago, and asked him why he had to let the other party know his identity, was he sick?

At this time, there was still no sign of old Pavoni.

For Negrim, this kind of dementia-like speed deserved that Marus stole his men without telling him.

Negrim looked solemn, and said, "We can only fight."

I hope the elf still remembers what he told me, otherwise, being injured by a great swordsman, missing arms and legs would be considered minor.

Fuma didn't know that Negrim was worried about him. After he stopped, he even heaved a sigh of relief. He really didn't want to do this kind of thing, but at least he had fulfilled the order of the Dragon Lord, so he wouldn't be sent back Boundary forest gone?

The elf didn't dare to look back at Negrim, for fear that the other party would ask him to talk for another half an hour, and when he returned his gaze to Meile, the latter broke out of his trance, and found out half a beat later. The elf finally finished his self-introduction and his backstory.

The poor great swordsman let out a long breath, and once again clenched the hilt in his hand, but because of the mental torture caused by the elves, his actions this time were not as murderous as the first time.

Fuma was also on the alert. The two looked at each other, and the elf moved first. He raised his hand to grab the arrow in his waist, trying to attack Meile, but the great swordsman charged at the moment his hand was raised. After going out, the lightning-like speed even caused him to blow a gust of hurricane on the way forward, which made the onlookers wake up with a jolt.

His speed is really too fast, he is not in the same realm as the elves and those swordsmen before!Fuma didn't have time to react at all, relying on her intuition and giving up the action in her hands, she leaned back without hesitation, lowered her waist to avoid the blow!

Until then, Anna who had been watching the battle situation in the stands screamed belatedly.

Before the others could react, the sword in the great swordsman's hand, which was originally a swipe action, suddenly turned into a slamming down, facing the dodging elf with an incredible control!If this blow is real, even if the elf does not die, he will definitely be seriously injured!

Fortunately, the elf living in the forest has excellent reflexes endowed by nature. After lowering his waist, he turned sideways without hesitation, and even stuck to the edge of the sword, narrowly dodging the blow again and again!

It wasn't until this moment that the onlookers realized what had happened, and they burst into loud shouts.

On the opposite stand, Anna covered her eyes and didn't dare to look any more. Marus blushed and shouted frantically.

Negrim's face was ashen. While worrying in his heart why old Pavoni hadn't appeared yet, he clearly realized that he had still underestimated the combat power of the Great Swordsman.

Although he couldn't see that all the elves on the field were relying on his intuition to dodge the attack of the great swordsman, he could also see that Fuma was completely suppressed and beaten by the opponent. Apart from being unable to fight back at all, any mistake would be fatal. He was seriously injured or even died by the sword of Meile. The plan he discussed with Fuma to escape into the crowd was useless at all, because the elf could not complete the action of escaping at all!

How to do? !

In addition to Negrim, these three words also appeared in the mouth of the orc Essus who was watching the battle, and he was also eagerly muttering: "What should I do? Why is the great swordsman so powerful? What should I do? Can't stop!"

The centaur Lucy still had a calm expression. He glanced at the dwarf who fell asleep with his chin resting on his hammer, and said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen, but it's not too late. It's just time."

Abel's eyes were also fixed on Fuma and Meile, watching the battle between the two, a voice in his heart kept saying: "Too weak."

"Too weak, too weak, too weak..."

"That elf is too weak, and that great swordsman is nothing more than that."

"Come on, go on! Fight for him! Drive away all the dragons that compete with you, only you are the strongest, and only you are his only choice!"

"I am the strongest..." Abel murmured.

Negrim heard his voice, frowned and said, "What?"

But this question reached Abel's ears, but it turned into the cold words of Negrim earlier.

"You are not an opponent either."

The anger of the identified person's denial made the whites of Abel's eyes turn red instantly. He roared, and a few black dragon scales appeared on his cheeks. The only thing left in his mind was the idea of ​​killing the competitor. Rem realized that Abel had rushed out uncontrollably, aiming at the great swordsman Maile!

"I am the strongest!" Able's voice was mixed with a tinnitus low vibration: "He is mine!"