Shaman from Afar

The voice fell, and after a while, the Boi nobles in the whole hall reacted.

The next second, there was a great wave, as if to collapse the eaves of the hall!

Countless riots, anger, roars, shouts ... Like a gigantic wave, they pounced at the dark-haired wizard standing in the center, with a pair of glaring eyes, already eager to shatter his body!

"boom!"

Grand Duke Varna took a heavy kick and crushed the wine glasses on the ground.

"For the sake of the Black Duke and the spirits of Turin, Loren Turin ... I don't care about you!" The old man, who was furious, looked cold but cold:

"But if you dare to be so sarcastic, I ..."

"Irony? No no no ..." Before he finished, Loren interrupted again; stepped forward with his hands on his back, and contemptuously confronted Grand Duke Varna with four eyes:

"Duke Laslovana, there is nothing ironic; I am talking about you."

The furious old man clenched his fists, his anger distorted his expression a little, and the white beard was trembling with excitement.

Deafening anger and cursing sounds have been heard through half of the hall. Deafening sounds from time to time seem to have collapsed the entire eaves!

At this moment of confrontation with the Duke of Varna, Loren had seen more than one Boi Warrior who wanted to pounce and cut himself with a knife, and was stopped by the calm people such as Earl Seth.

The Counts of Byrne, opposite to them, were silent; they sat silently in their seats holding their swords, watching calmly, watching their Duke "fighting alone" in front.

The stern expression Earl Eckert reached out to stop Ain who wanted to get up a few times, and shook his head silently; the gray pupil teenager with his hands clenched in his dagger widened his eyes and resisted the urge to pounce.

This is the Thousand Accounts City, the chassis of the Boi people ... If you start with the Bayerns, you will end up in a situation that is completely irreparable, and the Duke will be passive.

Absolutely ... Never give Las Lovarna any chance!

"Running to someone else's house, being treated by others, and daring to talk so loudly, not to be afraid of slandering the owner of this house." The old man said in a deep voice, his eyes vicious:

"Duke of Lorento Turin ... you are really kind enough!"

The roar in the hall became louder and louder, and the tide surged higher and higher.

"Big words, not afraid of death ... Ha, ha ha ha ha ha ..." Loren laughed and shook his head slightly.

The next second, he turned his back, facing the group of Boi warriors who had been eager to pounce to tear him into pieces:

"He is right, I am not afraid of death!"

"Come on! The Boi ... rushed up and killed me, and slashed the Duke of Bayern, who is not afraid of death, with your saber!"

"Be brave and warlike, the world-famous Boe Hue, you are very powerful!" Loren continued to roar loudly: "It is not necessary for us to worship the benefactor, only with a **** bravery, with a few slogans, you will defeat half Isn't it a horse? "

"Where do you need the Bayern people to save their lives to save you, how amazing are you!"

"For thousands of years, the friendship between iron and blood, a piece of paper for help, Baine will rescue Poi at no cost ..." Lollen shouted contemptuously, laughing:

"But what we want to save is bravery and perseverance. They have never bowed their heads in the green sea for hundreds of years. They can fight the Boi who dare to fight. They can never be stirred up in three words. Fuck someone else's fool! "

"If this is the case, you should kill me as soon as possible; rather die in the hands of brother robe, I would not be killed by a group of idiots!"

"Dang!"

I don't know which Boi warrior pulled out the saber first; but when the pale-looking Saitbulah wanted to stop it, the Boi nobles around him had swarmed up and rushed towards Loren.

"Bai Ren!"

Eckert opened his eyes and shouted suddenly:

"Fight for your Duke!"

The voice fell, and the knight lords on the seat immediately got up, and the sound of a neat sword drawing simultaneously sounded through the hall!

"Stop, don't be impulsive!"

The screaming anxious Satybulah shouted, trying to stop the drunken Boi nobles in case the Duke and Lord of Byrne died in Thousand Accounts City, then Boi was real Finished!

But it was too late ... The roaring roars were deafening, and the swords of each other were binocular scarlet, pointing the blade in their hands to the robe that had fought side by side not long ago.

The stunned and angry Duke of Varna, looking at the situation that had been completely out of sight, could only turn his irritated pupils to Loren, but his teeth were unbelievable.

Responded to him by the dark-haired wizard who was calm and full of contempt.

You think you can threaten me with the cards in your hand, you think I have to compromise with you in order to keep my position ... why do you think so? !

Las Lovarna ... this is all you asked for!

"Stop it all !!!"

Thundered like a thunder, and always stood up in the corner of the hall, Master Harlem Van Ashamai.

Boy and Byrne's knights moved, looking sideways.

Only saw this burly, awe-inspiring nine-man star elder, the empire's premier alchemist holding the wand comparable to a short-handed hammer, and walked stiffly to the center to separate the confronting parties:

"Look at you, look at yourself, then look at the people in front of you!"

"Have you all forgotten ... Boy and Byrne's millennium friendship, the iron and blood friendship, support each other when they are weak, and support each other when they are strong ..."

"Is it going to destroy all of these with the sword in your hands, with vicious language and one-step brutality ?!"

"I can't wait to prove your honor and loyalty with the blood of Brother Rozawa ?!"

Master Azhama glanced at the Duke of Varna, and then turned his eyes to Loren coldly: "At this time of crisis, it was the two parties that went hand in hand to let the whole empire see how much friendship Boe and Baine are. It ’s not a matter of the two, it ’s a matter of purpose! "

Grand Duke Varna snorted, his eyes still fierce.

The dark-haired wizard nodded slightly, his face expressionless.

The two parties confronting each other in the hall still did not release their swords, but they calmed down a little because of Master Achamai's words, at least no longer blooded their brains as they did just now.

Eckert and Braha stepped forward and held the person behind them one step at a time, each controlling the situation.

"Who would most like to see this situation at this time, and most hope that Boe and Byrne would kill you and live in a thousand account city and be completely divided?"

Slowly paced, the face of Ashamai, who was righteous, said with a long center of gravity: "Of course it is the Centaur, and the sinister villains behind them ... those criminals we have not met!"

"Split, struggle ... The final result is to make the two principalities completely lose their future!"

"With one heart and one hand in hand, we can have a bright future!"

"Imagine! If the centaur now knows the gap between the two princes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ They will make such a move again?" Master Azhama continued to ask back:

"Yes! If I were Centaur Khan, I would definitely take advantage of such a good time to send an army, while the two of you are still arguing with each other, and attacking and destroying each other, take advantage of a small elite army You have n’t even had time to react to capture Qiancheng City! "

"I dare to predict that if you continue to be so noisy; in a short time, we will hear the horn sound outside the city gate in this hall!"

There was silence in the hall, and everyone was silent. Only the words of Harlem Van Ashaman's "sorrowful, generous" reverberated for a long time.

The quarrel finally stopped at this moment.

"Although what Harlem Van Ashamai said is nonsense, it is not unreasonable." Archduke Varna said coldly: "Duke Loren, Turin, I will give you one last chance ... tell me your final reply!"

"My reply has already told you that I will not repeat my words a second time." Loren's eyes were as sharp as a sword, and he swept through the hall: "Without nonsense, you either accept or ..."

Is at this moment ...

A loud horn sounded outside the gate! ...

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