Not long ago, in the Highland Castle.

The wine lady filled the cup, two spoons of sugar, and after stirring, she served it on a plate.

Cathy drank from the observation deck to the corridor, leaning against the railing, leaving half of the back of the guests at the long table banquet below.

"Where is Ms. Nagiya?"

She asked.

"Scholars say we need to check for hidden dangers."

The military discipline chief stood with a whip and used his military posture to reject those guys who came to chat with each other.

Later, four cavalrymen walked into the house and occupied the corners up and down.

The guests couldn't even get up the stairs.

"What are you doing? Do you need to be so serious? Where is this boring banquet going?"

Cathy felt upset when she saw these protections, as if she was ruthlessly mocking her childishness.

"Lord Arnold just came to invite you down to have a meal, and now he has gone out to accept the loyalty of the prisoners."

“Born,”

She thought for a moment, then got up to tidy up her armor.

"I'll go to the room to rest. Tomorrow, hey, let's go."

...

Arnold sorted out the embroidery on his chest, which was the emblem of Tygonda City, designed and popularized by Nagiya.

The warlords lined up neatly and arranged on the side according to their size of their power.

Hold the sword tightly and hold your head high.

The nobles applauded slowly and waited for the long time to end.

Adam stood at the end, and this was the position to receive the reward soon.

The prisoners arranged randomly and were a little lazy. After all, everyone understood that these people were only given equipment at most, and then sent to arrange them and brought back to the army by others.

Adam kept staring at the gentleman in front of him. Yesterday they had talked in the corner of the alley and made some agreement.

The radical warlords regret it very much.

That smile and that look are almost exposing yourself.

Several people next to him were muttering about this, which made him sweat continue to secrete.

"Yes, there is something to be sure in the end..."

The Lord's speech finally came to an end. He cleared his throat, eased the dull atmosphere slightly, and allowed the fat people who were untenable to move for a moment.

He wore agate and gems all over his fingers. This exaggerated look actually made him very uncomfortable, but he still raised his right arm slightly.

“The Athletic Conference respects every warrior, and I am very happy to witness with you that a citizen who has honed his skills can take this honor.

Young man, come to the front.”

Arnold raised his hand to greet him in a serious tone.

Adam took off his wide coat, hung it on his arm by his female companion, and stepped on the grass with a horse boot, and the passage of the human wall was right in front of him.

"Oh, by the way."

He walked halfway, and suddenly stopped, his expression was playful, showing his thoughtful look.

Duheng's fingers holding the sword were slightly pressed.

Adam stopped in front of the warlord, and the other party's sweat dripped down like this, the silk lapel was sweating, his eyes narrowed, and he almost clenched his teeth, and asked softly.

"What are you doing!"

"fine,"

Adam took off the stone cigarette pole from his vest and put it on the brim of his hat like a flower arrangement for a girl. It was so funny.

"This thing doesn't work for my appetite, I'll give it back to you."

【Attitude: Extremely nervous】

With the goal achieved, he turned around and walked away. This time he was firm and down-to-earth, almost stepping on the hearts of several people.

Many of the guys involved in the rebellion in the crowd were staring at each other, leaning forward, and bad premonitions enveloped them.

Adam looked up and saw almost all of them.

【Attitude: On the verge of collapse】

He lipped his lips from a distance and was talking about - run.

The guilty guys were all in contact with the warlords. In fact, so far, everyone present had noticed that several people behaved strangely.

Arnold's expression was even more subtle, and he put down his hand and recalled in his heart which servant he placed his sword on.

Everyone held their breath, and the guards had quietly moved forward and unbuttoned their swords.

Adam paused again, and at this time he was only two steps away from the lord.

This time, because the small map has changed, there is a red dot below the high ground, and the blue dot is obviously confronting.

The incident was not caused by oneself.

He decided to speed up the chaos, so he raised his head and shouted at Arnold.

"Lord, someone is going to hijack Princess Cathy!"

These words made the scene condense, and the sound of drawing the sword came one after another.

The women and nobles who had not yet reacted were the first to scream and panic.

"asshole."

"I'm going to kill him."

...

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up, you trash, pull up the signal!"

The warlord leader suddenly became murderous and drew his sword to resist.

Those who had been doubting for a long time finally waved their weapons for granted.

The steps on the grass are messy, and people at a loss are finding their positioning. They know what parts are divided into on the field.

It's just that the armor is heavy and heart-wrenching.

"Hey, be careful."

The ladies exclaimed, they had retreated to the edge, but a rash ghost broke into the hem of the skirt and stumbled like a hooligan.

The man hurriedly lay on the grass, took out the firework from the plate armor interlayer, and opened the secret art box.

Whoosh, bang!

"What's going on?"

Duheng held a sword and was separated by Adam and the lord, questioning, the blade was facing upwards and blood could be seen at any time.

The sound of fireworks paused for a moment for the chaos, but the night sky was clean and nothing unusual.

Arnold was observing the young man at this moment, and the other party seemed to be thinking about something and suddenly looked out of the grass slope.

The lady put away the folding fan, picked up her long skirt and ran, and she still shouted.

"Oh, there's something."

"There are things under the cliff, they are flying up!"

The eagle cries rose up with strong wind and broke into the moonlight. People finally began to be stunned and felt the stinging pain of the grass seeds puffing on their faces.

"This is..."

Duheng's eyes were rounded and several memories flashed through his mind.

The lord once arranged for him to be stationed in a competitive conference. The giant prison car drove across the street at night, waking up the soldiers in their sleep like roars, and rustling sounds came from under his feet day and night.

Memories were interrupted and blood-stained feathers fell on the ground.

He caught a certain piece and looked at the trembling velvet, his mind was filled with thoughts.

Bang!

The scene was disrupted again.

The fork-tailed dragon rolled over the lawn like a backflow flood, spread its wings and soared into the air, sending its angry roar to Tygonda.

The tent was uprooted, the wooden stakes were broken, and the stubble fell on the guests like blades.

"Hook up the crossbow truck and prepare everything else, don't let these guys survive."

Arnold was very calm and quickly evacuated with the captains.
To be continued...