The Man Who Gave The Protagonist a Halo

As soon as the students heard what Lars said, they stood up from the ground one after another, took up their weapons and prepared for battle, and more than 200 people on the other side also stood up from the ground when they saw the actions of these students.

Someone took the arm of the person next to him and asked, "What's wrong?"

The man turned his head and replied in a low voice: "I don't know either, I just saw that the students stood up, so I followed suit."

Someone behind him interjected, "It is said that His Excellency the Duke put us all on guard when he heard someone approaching."

The night was deep and the stars were few and far between. Everyone held their breath, and there was the rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves, and there were a few faint insects in it.

After a long time, nothing unusual happened. These people were discussing in low voices, but Lars was concentrating with his eyes closed. He didn't seem to hear these discussions. He suddenly opened his eyes and said two words: " coming."

But the surrounding area is as quiet as before, and some people can't help but relax, muttering in a low voice: "Hasn't the Duke's roots been crippled? How do you know someone is coming? Could it be that the Duke heard it wrong, right? at night……"

Before he could finish his words, he raised his head and saw dozens of black shadows rushing not far away. They held silver scimitars in their hands and moved quickly. The scimitars left phantoms in the air. Under the moonlight, there was a hint of coldness.

"I fucked his grandma! Someone really came here this night!" There were a few curses from the team. Although Lars had said before that there might be various accidents on the way, no one would have thought of it. Someone would really pay attention to the pope's birthday gift.

Lars had already thought of this situation, and he had already made a coping strategy. He said in a deep voice, "We spread out according to the formation we had during training, don't panic, and protect the Pope's congratulatory gift."

Fortunately, there were not many people coming from the opponent. Lars glanced at the field and saw that there were a total of 48 people from the opponent. Looking at the figures, he could tell that there were at least ten high-level swordsmen among the 48 people, and the remaining 30 people were the last. Must also be an intermediate swordsman.Lars knew exactly what kind of corps he brought. Among the more than 700 students of Imperial College, there were only eight intermediate swordsmen, most of the others were junior swordsmen, and the remaining 200 or so Not to mention people, most of them are not even trainee swordsmen.

From trainee swordsman to holy swordsman, although every step is difficult, the gap between each step is huge. Ten intermediate swordsmen may not be equal to one great swordsman.Lars stared intently at the situation in front of him. The enemy's scimitars collided with the students' spears in the dark night, sending out bright sparks.

Lars clenched his fists tightly. At this time, he should have rushed in to fight side by side with these students, but he could only watch from the sidelines. This is really a torture for a general who has experienced the battlefield. If he hadn't been plotted against on the battlefield, he would almost be a holy swordsman by now.

But he didn't have time to feel sorry for the things that had happened. Lars stood upright on the spot, with his lips slightly pursed, with a solemn expression. His deep voice became more charming and intoxicating in the dark and dangerous night.

Oledo in front of him rushed into the fighting crowd with a long gun. His movements were still a bit clumsy. It may be because he had only learned this set of marksmanship not long ago, so it was not very easy to use. He ran straight forward, His figure passed through the sea of ​​fighting people, and gradually disappeared into the thick night.

Lars didn't pay special attention to him, but his eyes were fixed on the men in black, and he kept instructing the students and the poor how to line up.

Those people in black with scimitars didn't seem to want to kill people. They just wounded these people and made them temporarily incapacitated, but they didn't kill them. Lars felt a little strange. His black eyes It was dark, as if thinking of something.

The men in black came to Lars' side with a few jumps with machetes in their hands. Six or seven students from the Imperial College guarded Lars' side. These students were all outstanding students in the academy. They were sent to observe the Pope's birthday, but they didn't know when these children came to his side again.

In fact, for these students, the Pope is just a relatively sacred character in their minds. Maybe the Pope is greater and more charming than Lars, but after all, that person is too far away from them. For the pope's birthday gift, the safety of Duke Lars is more important.

Not to mention that the level of swordsman training of these students is not as good as those of the men in black, the actual combat experience alone is already inferior.

The students couldn't hold on any longer. Seeing the men in black gradually approaching Lars, these people were helpless. Although Lars was completely crippled, at least he still had the ability to adapt. He dodged a few times, and then It was discovered that these men in black should want his life.

The scimitar in the man's hand was about to strike Lars' head. Lars looked calm. He could already tell who sent the other party. If he died here today, would he want to come to Vig this time? Other people will take over Shazhi's trip soon.

So there was no fear of death in his eyes, the world seemed to be completely quiet at this moment, everyone's movements were infinitely elongated in his eyes, and the scimitar was already hanging above his head.Maybe in the next moment, he will die.

However, at this critical moment, a golden ball of light quickly struck from the distant forest and hit the scimitar. With a loud bang, the scimitar fell to the ground and shattered immediately. It became pieces.

Everyone turned their heads to look in the direction from which the ball of light came from, and there was only a deserted flat forest in sight, which looked especially strange under the silver moonlight.

Maybe it was just an accident just now, everyone thought.

This time, the two men in black pinched Lars at the same time. Lars didn't even have the desire to dodge, and stood motionless. At this moment, a golden mask was directly placed on Lars. As soon as the scimitar touched the mask, the whole knife flew out.

Now the fool should understand that someone is going to protect Lars. They turned their heads to look at the forest, but they still didn't find anything unusual.A man in black wanted to volunteer to go in to investigate, but was stopped by their leader. A light mask can block the attacks of two high-level swordsmen. The one inside must be a master. If they rush in If you go in, it is very likely that you will never return.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the forest. As for Lars, he was now covered in a mask, and the golden light made his facial features more three-dimensional. There was nothing in those black eyes. fluctuation.

After a long time, a figure appeared in everyone's sight.The man was wearing a black cloak and a black iron mask on his face. His whole body was almost integrated with the night. With a magic wand in his hand, he came slowly from the forest.

He walked in gradually, perhaps because his aura was too shocking, no one dared to step forward to stop him.

A man in black asked, "Who are you?"

"I am..." The man in the cloak obviously paused, maybe because he didn't want to reveal his name, or because he hadn't thought of a name for himself, he replied, "It doesn't matter who I am,"

The leading man in black asked him, "Your Excellency is also here to celebrate the Pope's birthday?"

The man in the cloak chuckled slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, and asked, "Do you see what I did just now, as if it was for the pope's birthday?"

"Then why are you here?"

"Of course it's...to protect him." A teleportation cloaked man had already stood in front of Lars, and he waved the magic wand lightly in his hand, and the golden mask on Lars disappeared.

"Your Excellency." The cloaked man knelt on the ground on one knee.

"Please, Your Excellency." Lars felt that he didn't know the man in front of him, but there was no time for him to ask these questions at this time, so he stretched out his hand to help the man in front of him.

The man in the cloak held Lars' hand and stood up. Although he couldn't see the expression on his face under the mask, he could already feel the pleasant aura emanating from his body. Sidao: "Your Excellency, leave everything to me."

Lars nodded, "Thank you, Your Excellency."

"It is an honor to be able to protect adults."

Lars remembered that the last time he saw this kind of one-sided massacre was when he watched lions tear slaves apart in the Colosseum. The ball of light was released, and those men in black were beaten and fled in embarrassment.

Lars looked at everything in front of him. This man should at least be a high-level magician, maybe even a magister.

The men in black retreated at the leader's order not long after. The cloaked man retracted his wand, bent down amidst a lot of exclamations, took Lars' hand, and gently dropped it on the back of his hand. With a kiss, he said, "Goodbye, my lord duke."

"Goodbye, Your Excellency." Lars was expressionless, and he responded coldly, as if a little unreasonable.

But the cloaked man didn't mind either, he straightened up and left gracefully under the admiring eyes of everyone.

After these people had left, Lars began to check the students and civilians who had been caught in the battle just now, and finally found that these people were only temporarily unable to move, and there were no serious problems in other aspects, so Lars was relieved .

"Everyone, rest." As soon as Lars finished speaking, he heard laughter coming from the west.

"Oledo, where did you go during the war just now? Could it be that you were scared to pee by those black guys!"

"Hahahahahaha, brother, what you said is wrong. How could Oledo pee out of fear? He just went to the side and secretly checked the enemy's situation, isn't it Oledo?"

Someone on the side responded, "It makes sense, it makes sense, Oledo is a slave of Duke Lars's family! Hahahahahaha..."

Oledo sat on the ground with his head down, holding a branch in his hand and drawing on the ground. The fire light reflected on his face. He didn't explain or explain the teasing of these people.Perhaps they were right in making fun of it. When everyone was fighting just now, Oledo was indeed not here.

Lars came over, and he stopped in front of Oledo, "Oledo?"

Oledo's eyes stopped on the pair of black boots in front of him. He slowly raised his head and saw the man. He knelt at Lars' feet, "Master."

"Where did you go?" Lars asked.

"Master, I just now... I..." Oledo fell silent after only a few words. Everything he did just now seemed to be hard for him to say.

"My lord duke, this guy was just now..." Someone wanted to speak, but Lars raised his hand to stop his next words.

He looked at the young man kneeling on the ground and said to him, "Oledo, come in with me."

"Yes, Master."

There is only a small orange lamp in Lars' tent, which is not very bright, but it makes people feel warm. The furnishings here are also very simple, with a bed and a table, nothing else.

After looking at the slave kneeling on the ground again, Lars asked, "Who are you?"

Oledo leaned down very low, and when he heard Lars' question, he replied, "Master, I don't understand what you mean."

Lars was silent for a while, then suddenly said to him: "The person just now was you, right?"

The flame in the lamp seemed to tremble, and the shadow reflected on the tent also swayed.

"Owner……"

Knowing that the person in front of him was probably unwilling to tell the truth, Lars added another sentence: "Oledo, since you call me master, I also hope that you can be a qualified slave, no slave dares to deceive him Master's"

Oledo raised his head, there seemed to be fear and pleading in his eyes, and he asked, "Master, will you not want me?"

Lars didn't give the slave an answer directly, he just said: "Oledo, I hope you understand that I don't need a dishonest slave."

"Okay master." Oledo lowered his head, smiled wryly, and began to tell his own story.

"My name is Mosa Oledo. I was born in a small village called Prue in Yaao. My parents died when I was very young. When I was 11 years old, I was caught by the army. In the middle, I was expelled from the army because I refused to obey the orders of General Terra, and then I went to the mansion of a nobleman, but I was framed for adultery with the mistress, so I was sold to the Colosseum."

These things are basically consistent with what Lars learned, and he asked again: "Are you a magician?"

"Yes, master." Oledo nodded, and then he said, "This...can I explain it to you later?"

In the end, Lars chose to believe in Oledo. After all, this man had saved himself just now. He said, "From now on, follow me."

"Thank you, master." Oledo raised his head, and the joy in his heart was self-evident. He asked Lars, "Master, do you need to serve you to rest?"

Lars shook his hand, "No, you can go back."

Oledo did not leave. He knelt on the spot and asked Duke Lars: "Master, can I sleep here?" Knowing that the question he asked was too offensive, Oledo hurriedly added: "I Just sleep on the ground, I want to protect you."

It took a long time for Lars to respond, and he said, "Then stay."