Chaos God

Alan narrowed his eyes slightly, estimating the distance between himself and Bald Conan. In fact, Alan can only be sure of one thing, even if Bald Conan is called "the laughing stock of the Knights of Fiona" "Greedy ghost" and "terrific coward" give people a strong feeling of "this guy is an idiot" at first glance, but it is only when he really gets to know him that Alan understands: even such a pretty person who is ridiculed He's a comedic guy, a member of Fiona's Knights, and a formidable opponent.

She took a deep breath, took a step back with her left foot, and rotated slightly. This posture facilitated her to make judgments more quickly - even if Ailan herself was a seasoned warrior, why not the bald bearded man in front of her?

Now she looks like a cheetah that has been prostrate on the ground and is ready to jump up and bite the prey's throat at any time. Conan's movement of raising his sword and sprinting is like a slow motion in her eyes. In an instant, there was a piercing scratching sound when the blades intersected, and brilliant red sparks were produced when the metal intersected. The stature immediately caught up with the dexterous turn, and the right foot slid forward, directly kicking Conan's ankle with a super shameless kick. Taking advantage of her short stature and her body's upward rush, her second The blow hit Conan's abdomen like a bamboo shoot piercing out of the ground, knocking him to the ground. Conan was still holding the sword in his hand, but his whole body was pushed to the ground, and Alan didn't let him With a chance to breathe, the whole person took a huge step forward, half-kneeled down and pressed Conan's hand holding the sword, and the other foot touched the ground, holding the sword in his hand like a dagger, The sharp point of the sharp sword pointed at Conan's throat, piercing a little skin, and a trace of bright red flowed out.

"Wait a minute." Oisin spoke at this time, and he took a step forward. He looked like he was in his 30s, and he was quite stable. What surprised Ailan was that there was a cluster on his forehead that he didn't look carefully at. White fluff that doesn't come out - some weird ornament?Alan thought to himself.

"Oisin! Don't think that I didn't see that you took the sword from Diarmuid and threw it to this brat! The turtle is waiting to take your head! Why are you pretending to be a good person at this time? If I lose, I lose, and if I want to chop off my head, I won’t say a word!" Conan’s mouth was as vicious as ever, and Diarmuid couldn’t help but speak, and Oisin motioned him not to speak. , and was not angry with Conan's words, but turned to Alan and said, "Let go of our companion first?"

Alan pondered for a while and said, "What about the dog?"

"We won't pursue it any further."

Alan couldn't help but want to complain, "Don't pursue it? It seems that you let the dog bite people first, right?"

"So... what do you want?" Oisin smiled. Most people say that Diarmuid has a good temper. In fact, Diarmuid is more or less a teenager at heart. Even if he has a good temper and a knightly demeanor, he is still The lord who can blow up as soon as he is poked, the most tempered person in the Knights of Fiona, is Oisin in his 30s. After many things, the son of the Lord of the Knights of Fiona , has long been sharpened as warm as pebbles in water.

Well, what was honed at the same time was also his cunning wisdom.

Ailan didn't answer, and pursed her lips slightly. What Oisin just said was "our companion" had already euphemistically stated that if she dared to do anything to Conan, she would leave without thinking about it. The two of them After a comparison, Oisin seemed to be able to speak, and Conan was already humming a bit. She put away her sword and stood up, patted the dust on her trousers, raised her head and looked straight at Oisin, Ping stretched out his hand and returned the sword in his hand to Oisin.

Oisin returned the sword to Diarmuid with a smile, and the latter put the sword back into the scabbard without saying anything, as if he didn't mind Alan borrowing it and didn't remember that Alan had slapped him indiscriminately Seeing that he didn't mind, Alan was a little embarrassed, and then thought to herself: You splashed mud on my face, and I slapped you back, which is considered clean.

So she turned to Oisin, "Thank you for your help, son of Lord Fiona, I am very grateful for your help, but this matter started with your hounds, I think, I don't need to kill your hounds The hound is in charge." Alan's attitude was neither humble nor overbearing, his small body held his head high and his chest was full of arrogance.

This arrogance is appreciated by Oisin. You must know that the Fiona Knights are a group of guys with character. Warriors appreciate those warriors who are proud, upright, brave and good at fighting, and the one in front of them doesn't look too big. The young man is exactly such a person. After Diarmuid's father Dunn was kicked out of the Fiona Knights, apart from Diarmuid and his son Oscar, the Fiona Knights have never had anything new to look forward to. The addition of blood made both Oisin and Finn very worried-the warriors are all under Finn's command, and this is something that the whole of Ireland knows.

Although the young man in front of him looked a little thinner, his explosive power, accuracy, agility, and fighting instincts were all quite outstanding in the few moves he had just made against Conan. Oisin stood up straight suddenly, his loud voice echoed in the forest, Oscar looked at his father in surprise—he was the youngest member of the Knights of Fiona, and the boy whose name his father asked , obviously slightly smaller than him.

Oscar just said hello several times while watching the competition between the little boy in front of him and Conan the bald head, and he himself was a little itchy. Even the brute force of him who moved the boulder was enough to make people shy away, not to mention that his marksmanship and swordsmanship were learned from Fiona's chief warrior, Diarmuid Odina.

When the father asked the boy's name, did he want him to join the Knights of Fiona?Oscar thought this way, if this was the case, he would no longer be the youngest member of the Fiona Knights, and he would not have to pester the busy Diarmuid to fight with him—he could compete with that boy learn from each other.Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a burst of joy—this is probably the joy when a child gets a playmate who seems to him to be a good match!

Diarmuid glanced at Oisin, but said nothing.

Alan frowned, but it was very rude to refuse the other party, and it was very inconsistent with the code of chivalry. She stood up straight and said, "Alan Neo, the adopted son of Eve, the Warrior Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows." Her voice was crisp and clear. Hearty and imposing, she is no less imposing than Oisin. She calls herself an adopted son to save trouble. After all, it is a little troublesome for a girl to live alone, and it is much safer to pretend to be a boy.

As soon as this remark came out, Oisin immediately understood, "Then, Elan*Nio, I ask you in the name of Lord Fiona's eldest son, would you like to join the Fiona Knights?"

"I don't want to." Alan shook his head decisively and refused.

"Why?"

"Nonsense! Of course it's because I can't write twelve lines! Otherwise, what do you think it is!" Alan blushed and growled.

As soon as this remark came out, not only Oisin and Oscar, but also Diarmuid who had been serving as the background of human flesh and Conan who was lying on the ground humming couldn't help covering their faces...Young man, you are really...very frank.

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