The Master of the Strange Realm

"This is what I want to say. I don't want to kill you, so please surrender."

Both of them stared at each other coldly, and suddenly they leaned forward at the same time. Their swinging hands caused the dagger to collide in the wind and snow. The clang sound at that moment made the people standing on the street unable to help themselves. Hold your breath.

Neither Dolores nor Salote are masters of daggers. In this simple first test, no one took advantage. On the contrary, due to the injury, Dolores was still weaker than Salote. When the dagger hit, the weapon almost flew out of her hand.

But Sarlot didn't dare to pursue the victory. He didn't know how serious his sister's injuries were.

"Look, you can't beat me."

Salote said:

"Surrender, I will become the king of Hampavo and I will not embarrass you."

The two men once again resumed their confrontation and circle in the snow. The other footprints on the street had been completely covered. In the white, deep and cold snowy night, only that circle of footprints represented the two people's actions.

PS: Since we are talking about water, let’s update another chapter at 8:30 pm.

Chapter 1724 Chapter 1697 Arrival

"Brother, if you think you can defeat me, rush up and kill me now."

Dolores bit her lip and said. At this time, the top of the hill behind the street erupted with bright golden light again. This was probably the church demigod using divine magic. This golden light reflected the profile of the two people in gold.

The length of the dagger itself was not suitable for such a duel-style battle. When the second attempt to attack failed, Salote understood that it was not easy to defeat the opponent with a dagger.

He still maintained the posture of holding the weapon with one hand, and whispered in the snow to persuade Dolores to give up her struggle. But after the sudden swoop, he did not wave the dagger in his right hand. Instead, he used the wooden prosthetic hand to pull out the symbol of the dagger that had been given the "extremely sharp" attribute by Salsi II, and swung it upwards, directly hitting Doro. The dagger in Liz's hand was cut in half.

Dolores immediately stepped back with the half of the dagger, her steps staggering in the thick snow, but Salote did not pursue the victory, but also took two steps back.

Dolores was surprised to see the wooden hand holding the dagger as if it were real, and then looked at her father, but Salhi II did not object to Salote's use of other weapons, nor did he Objection to Salote's left hand.

Dolores almost guessed why her father didn't mind her fighting with her disabled brother just now. He probably already knew...

Wang Guo was supported by his attendants and stood under the rain eaves of the apartment facing the street. His eyes widened as he watched his two children fight to the death in the snow. This scene made the younger Stuarts feel sad, but this duel to determine the throne would not end so easily.

"See, I'm not powerless."

The prince in the snow said a little crazily, and then asked:

"Aren't you still using those extraordinary abilities?"

He threw the ordinary dagger into the snow and held the dagger with extraordinary power in his left hand. The prosthesis actually had a metallic luster in the snowy night, and the hazy light looked particularly weird.

Dolores held half of the weapon in her hand tightly and looked at the snow with a sad expression.

Suddenly, the smooth snow surface started to move, as if there were giant insects crawling under the snow surface. Upon seeing this, Salote immediately took two steps back quickly, but the snow surface was only trembling, but there was no next movement.

Only then did he notice that the flying snowflakes were rotating around his sister in regular trajectories. The dancing snow was guarding her like a long dragon, but Dolores coughed painfully at this moment, and the restless snow immediately dispersed, flying messily in the wind again.

Salote stopped persuading him, knowing that the longer he delayed, the worse the situation would be. And this is not a safe place. Those terrifying snowmen may break through the church's defense lines and appear in nearby neighborhoods at any time.

He moved, thinking about the supreme throne in his mind, holding the indestructible dagger with the determination to die, and stabbed Dolores in the heart.

Dolores, still covering her mouth and coughing in pain, was bent over and unable to move. People on the street watched the dagger shining in the dark snowy night.

Then, a man's hand stretched out from the side through the falling snow and grabbed Salote's wooden left hand like a pair of pliers.

The latter turned his head and looked aside. The young man holding his hand had a calm expression on his face, and his other hand simply drooped naturally. There is a cat standing on the young man's shoulder. The cat, like the man in single clothes, suddenly appears in the snow.

Everyone and the cat were watching him, obviously not making any move, but seeing this man who seemed to be glowing in the dark night, Sarlot felt a kind of fear from the bottom of his heart. Just staring at the eyes that seemed to have purple light flashing, it was like being with the most terrifying thing in the bottomless abyss...

Under the influence of the aura of fear, Salote's whole body trembled. He tried to look away from the terrifying gaze, but his eyes could not move out of control:

"William..."

He noticed his voice was shaking and immediately attributed it to the cold weather.

"That's Stuart's business."

The eldest prince said through gritted teeth, trying to pull his trembling hand holding the dagger out of Jenkins' hand, but he obviously overestimated his own strength.

Jenkins sighed suddenly, and while Luoxue was trying to dye his blond hair white, he exerted force with his right hand, and Sarlotte Stuart immediately let out a wail. It was obvious that the prosthetic limb was crushed, but the prince acted in more pain than if his real hand was broken.

The sound seemed to penetrate the silent night and made everyone on the street shiver.

"You did come over after all."

Hearing this voice, Jenkins turned to look at Salshi II:

"Yes, I'm here after all. You made things like this, and made this ridiculous duel in the snow, didn't you just want me to appear in Loen?"

As he spoke, he grabbed the dagger from Sarlotte Stuart's hand with his left hand and threw it into the sky. The dagger turned into a ray of light and flew straight over the hill.

"Father, this is a glorious duel between me and Dolores."

Jenkins had let go of the eldest prince, who knelt on the ground and held his severely deformed left hand with his right hand. His face was distorted and he yelled to his father at the top of his lungs, but Salhi II turned a deaf ear:

"Save Rune, and I will let Dolores inherit the throne."

The king's face remained calm, his eyes fixed on Jenkins' face.

Jenkins ignored him, but walked quickly to Dolores and hugged her. Green light glowed in his palm, treating Dolores' hidden wounds left when the Ice Swordsman was shattered.

He put his hand into the dark snowy night around him and gently pulled it. A painted white wool cloak was "pulled" out of the dark night by him, shook it slightly, and then put it on Dolores On silk's body. The princess leaned gently on Jenkins' shoulder and noticed that from unknown time on, the falling snow in the sky seemed to be deliberately avoiding the man and the cat. Even when the two stood together, even Dolores could not feel the snow falling. Snow falls on myself.

"Have you figured it out?"

He then turned to look at Sarhi II. The old king roughly pushed away the attendant who was supporting him, refused the support of his sons, and then stepped on the snow, one step at a time, and walked to the street. A series of footprints were left on the vast streets.

"Ahem...I want to understand...do I have a choice from the beginning?"

He walked up to Jenkins and coughed violently. After being supported by Jenkins, a middle-aged man about the same height as Jenkins looked directly into Jenkins' eyes. This reminded Jenkins of a dying lion:

"I knew from the beginning that even if I didn't choose Dolores, you would have a way of making me choose Dolores."

"What do you know?"

Jenkins asked. He expected that the angry man would rebuke him in a harsher tone, but he did not expect Salhi II to be so good-tempered.

"You, Jenkins Willamette, you are more than a gifter of the Church..."

He leaned close to Jenkins' ear, leaned forward slightly in the blizzard, and whispered in his ear:

"You are the one chosen by fate."

His tone was harsh, and after he stood up straight again, his brown eyes showed unwillingness and rage. These were his long-repressed emotions.

Chapter 1725 Chapter 1698 The end of the snowy night

"I hate people who talk about fate, and I never believe in fate."

The king's breath was very unsteady when he spoke, and his emotions were too excited:

"Only cowardly people will believe that all trajectories in life are arranged. At least a month ago, that's what I thought."

He tried to grab Jenkins' collar again, and Jenkins moved his fingers but ultimately didn't stop him from doing so. Salhi II was obviously surprised that his actions were not blocked, so he just tapped Jenkins' chest a few times with his hand:

"I suddenly discovered a month ago that this damn world..."

His voice carried far through the howling wind and snow. Only an angry person could make such a sound:

"This damn world doesn't make sense at all! Why does this damn world really have a destiny?"

His nostrils were flaring. This movement reminded Jenkins of some obscene animal movements, but he knew enough not to point it out. Instead, he gently patted Dolores who was leaning on him. Dolores listened to the conversation between her father and Jenkins without any intention of speaking. She just felt that a certain cat was interested in her leaning on Jenkins' shoulder. Act with malicious intent.

"Not long ago, my ancestors gave me enlightenment, allowing me to completely see things that I have never been able to see clearly. Things that ordinary people can never see clearly... The end of the era is coming. It is not an era that mortals can control. If you cannot follow the person who started the new era, it will become the dust of history sooner or later. "

He looked hard into Jenkins' eyes, and Jenkins read anger and unwillingness in the king's eyes.

"Fate did not give me the power to choose, William. I didn't choose Dolores, it was the damn fate that chose you. If I don't want the country passed down to me by my ancestors to disappear, I must... .”

"No, it's not that fate doesn't give you the right to choose, it's that your children don't give you the right to choose."

Jenkins interrupted him abruptly, and then asked Dolores to stand up straight. He bent down and pulled Salote Stiya up. Then, under the latter's panicked obstruction, he took the knife from the eldest prince's pocket. He took out an arrow from inside. To be more precise, it was an arrow that had been broken off, leaving only the cluster and arrowhead less than the length of a palm.

There are some unique rune marks on the silver-gray metal arrowhead, and the wooden arrowhead is wrapped with some black and gray things. After being held by Jenkins, the black and gray want to infect Jenkins' skin:

"This left hand is really outstanding. Do you think it is a natural phenomenon? Also, this broken arrow is not something that ordinary people should have. It is an item made by the Gifter. Guess where this strange item and the gentleman in my hand got it from?"

The eldest prince lowered his head and didn't look at his father. His wooden left hand was held by Jenkins and couldn't hang down. His right hand, which was naturally hanging down, clenched his fist.

"His sister is a gifter. Naturally, he also has to seek extraordinary power, heal himself, and then get some weapons. This is normal."

Salhi II said, then shook his shoulders and let the soft snow fall.

"But he shouldn't look for that group of people."

Jenkins asked him to look at the broken arrow in his hand:

"Do you see these black ashes? Don't you think it looks familiar, Your Majesty?"

The honorific was of course for irony. When Salhi II just woke up, he also saw the black mist on the demigod of the tree house, and naturally knew what Jenkins was talking about.

"Since they can find you to seek cooperation, they can naturally find your children to seek cooperation. Guess how many people here have accepted the conditions of the tree house? Guess again, why it happened to be tonight that the three people from the tree house entered Loen to hunt down your family?"

His tone was very calm:

"It's not fate that chose me, it's your Salote and Yani who chose the tree house and chose the path of confronting the Orthodox Church. Her Highness Yani has turned back from her mistakes, but she knows that she can't inherit the throne, so she didn't get involved tonight. But Salote is still cooperating with the tree house. After the disaster of the Ice and Snow Festival, he No lessons were learned. Knowing this, do you dare to choose your eldest son now? "

He snorted and continued:

"Choosing this idiot not only means that he may drag the entire country into the abyss, but also means that the Church of the True God will be opposed to this land. So am I forcing you to choose Dolores? No, Your Majesty, from the time your children came into contact with the tree house, for you, the choice of heir is not a multiple-choice question with multiple options, it is a single-choice question with only one option. "

Salhi II still looked at Jenkins' eyes with anger, but did not respond to this sentence. Jenkins then used his fingers to fiddle with the arrow in his hand, then aimed it at Sallotte Stuart, lowered his head and said:

"You are Dolores's brother, I don't want to kill you, so try your luck now. I'll give you ten seconds to get up and turn around and run away. After ten seconds, I will throw this arrow out. If you can survive, survive in any way, I can swear to the sage that I will never embarrass you again."

"Are you kidding?"

Salotte, who was sweating in the blizzard because of the severe pain, clenched his fists and said:

"How can I run faster than this arrow? Am I going to bet that you can't shoot accurately?"

"Don't kill him, as long as you keep Rune alive, , my successor must be Dolores, I mean what I say. "

Salhi II reached out and held Jenkins' arm, and Jenkins turned to look at him:

"I am here just to help Dolores, and it has nothing to do with your sons. But since you are her father, I naturally respect you, but Your Majesty, even if I do nothing, what do you think the church will do after tonight? It's not just us here, and the church will definitely not fail to investigate the whole story of this matter. "

He put the arrow back into his pocket, and ignored Salote who was stumbling on the snow and running towards the people on the street, but turned to look at the night sky.

Dawn is coming, and now it is still the deepest darkness before the first ray of light.

Jenkins squinted and raised his head, and the falling snow flew behind him in the wind, and the golden light spots appeared around him little by little, and finally dyed him golden.

The light was not strong, but it was enough to illuminate the eyes in this dark night.

He raised his hand and stretched it upwards to face the wind and snow. With the help of the huge spirit and the cooperation of the Snowman Legion, the drifting wind and snow were actually stilled in the air. Ajelina on the street curiously stretched out her fingers and touched the ice crystals in the air, and actually touched those cold snowflakes.

Without paying attention to the people behind him, he smiled at Dolores and began to walk in the direction where everyone came from, which was the hill where the royal palace was located.

The snowflakes were still. After being hit by Jenkins walking, they did not break, but bounced to the side and continued to solidify in the air.

The golden light around the body became stronger and stronger. Although Jenkins was moving away from everyone step by step in the night snow, leaving only a string of footprints on the snowy streets, the golden light did not weaken in the eyes of everyone, but continued to grow stronger.

When Jenkins' figure completely merged with the night, the dazzling golden light of the divine art completely illuminated the entire city.

The majestic power of the magic made the clergy accompanying on the street dare not look directly at it, but then, the few followers of the sage bowed their heads and prayed.

"Holy Son..."

Under the night, Salhi II showed a helpless expression on his face. He muttered what he saw from his grandfather's handwriting, thought of the common sense of extraordinary people that his grandfather's teacher had said, and then watched the young figure with the cat rush into the sky, dyeing the whole city golden, making it look like a peaceful kingdom of gods instead of a battlefield against the snowman.

Everyone looked at the sky with frozen snowflakes, and the young writer was like a sun wheel across the sky. The breathtaking shadow and the extremely powerful power for ordinary people made all the Stuarts who looked up at this moment keep this scene in their hearts forever.

The old king sighed, and his slow movements made the snow under his feet squeak. He turned and looked at his daughter who was looking up at the side. Dolores tightly grasped the collar tie of the white cloak in her hand, raised her ruddy face and looked at the figure in the sky.

"Dolores."

After hesitating for a few seconds, the king called softly, then reached his wrinkled and yellowed hand into his pocket and took out a ring. The face of the ring is very simple, it is the emblem of the Kingdom of Hampavo, this ring is the power ring that symbolizes the king's power. The original is now on Nolan's king's finger, it exists in Rune as a symbol.

He stretched out his hand that was shaking because of the cold, and let the ring lie in his palm:

"This is yours."

There is no emotion in this sentence.

Dolores bit her lip and looked at her father, while her brothers and sisters on the street looked at her.

She did not stretch out her hand: