City of Royo.

City Lord's Mansion.

Once upon a time, this was the center that made all citizens admire and awe.

New officials will come here to visit, local wealthy merchants will give gifts from time to time, and some warriors will deliberately fight at the door of this nearby to show their strength and desire to attract the attention of the city lord.

When citizens pass by the gate of the city lord's mansion, they will spontaneously take off their hats here. The soldiers who have always been arrogant will not dare to make noise when they arrive here. Even if some strong people come here, they will show the most basic etiquette to the local supreme officials.

In any city, the city lord is the king.

But now, everything has changed.

The building is still the same building, and the guards guarding at the door are still in sharp armor. However, there is a decayed atmosphere over the entire city lord's mansion, and a gloomy and dead aura, which makes the entire mansion become dead.

The emperor's order has been issued.

The old city lord is about to leave, and the new city lord has not yet taken office. Test text watermark 2.

Every day, it is getting farther and farther away from its glorious and prominent power, and the pain of loss always transcends people's imagination, turning into torture in waiting, gnawing on the Derby; the heart of Count Anverett.

The guards of the City Lord's Mansion became lazy and had no fighting spirit.

Occasionally, there were galloping horses running outside, and their wandering eyes seemed to be invisible, without any interest in stopping.

Today is the moment when Count Averett officially stepped down.

The new successor official will arrive in a while.

I heard that it was a retired officer, so Earl Anverett specially ordered the welcome band to be prepared to greet the other party with military songs.

In front of the gate of the city lord's mansion, a thick red carpet was covered with a hundred-meter-long granite ground.

Earl Anverett stood in front of the officials in Royo City, behind him were the city's chief finance officers, military officers and others.

The frustrated expression on Earl Anverett's face seemed to be dying. Test the text watermark 6.

In a corner in the distance, several intimidating powerful men, Abraham Marlitt, Sky Warriors Kevin Beals and Garrick Inston, stood lazily there, watching the fun.

Behind them, there was still a storm of wind Alilong.

The only surviving Dark Scale Beast Commander of the Sbuck Prison was severely denounced by the superiors for the heavy losses of his own troops.

It was Malite who saved him.

Today, he also came here to welcome the new city lord, but did not bring his dark scale armored beast.

Since the disappearance of Spark Prison, this man who is "like cold as wind" has become even more and more cruel since then.

He stopped talking easily.

"Do you know? Lord Marlit, I actually attended much more funerals than weddings in my life." Kevin Beals suddenly smiled.

The golden robe master looked at the sky warrior who looked like Clark Gable. His proud two mustaches were combing out a strange smile. Test text watermark 9.

"What do you want to tell me?" asked Marlit.

Kevin Beals replied politely: "As a teacher, you have devoted your life to the study of magic. It is precisely because of this reason that your understanding of the world and human nature is still limited. But I am different. A warrior not only needs to learn to win in battle, but most importantly, he also needs to be able to observe people. The battle of a mage is to use his own strong magic as much as possible, while warriors fight on the contrary, the most important thing is to find the weak points of the enemy. Therefore, we are accustomed to observing others, analyzing their inner world through their expressions, and determining their behavior."

Kevin Beals' mustache jumped a few more times: "I have attended many funerals because it is a place that is very suitable for true feelings. I like to see people's sad expressions and to understand something from these expressions. I noticed that not everyone attending the funeral is full of grief. Test the text watermark 7. In fact, in the funerals I have attended, I found that at least half of the people don't care about the dead, one quarter is even happy, and only the last quarter will maintain basic sadness, but the degree of different."

He pointed to a large group of waiting officials in the distance: "Some of them are heartbroken for the power and glory that they are about to lose; some are afraid of whether their future destiny will develop in a worse direction; some are confused, perhaps planning how they should treat the newly appointed city lord; some are happy, it seems that long-term unsuccessfulness finally has the opportunity to get rid of it. The alternation between taking office and leaving office is like a funeral, some are dead, and some are alive."

"So it's like a grand performance, the only difference is the gorgeous and moving symphony." Kevin Beals said leisurely: "It's also like a funny puppet show. What's important is not how the performer performs, but whether the person watching the show knows how to appreciate it."

"The power of the world is not in my heart." Malite replied coldly. Test text watermark 2.

"But there is no denying that you do have it and you won't want to lose it," Kevin Beals said with a smile.

"Yes, Kevin." Mali pointed his lion-like head: "Is this world never fair? Officials need to do things carefully and not make any mistakes, but we have no concerns about this. We can do whatever we want, without worrying about not being supported."

"That's because we have paid a huge price for it, spending the most difficult time in practice, cold eyes and ridicule, until now," Garrick Inston said suddenly.

Malite glanced at the two sky warriors with a deep sense: "Yes, that's right. So powerful strength is the only basis for survival in this world where the strong prey on the weak. All power is false. Those officials are just our slaves and are destined to serve us. Their joy, sorrow and sorrow have no meaning to us. Only they themselves will be obsessed with this false power. Test the text watermark 4."

At that time, Garrick Inston suddenly thought, what if someone stronger than them appeared? Will Malite still stick to his argument as always? Even in a world where the strong prey on the weak, even if the creatures at the top of the biological chain are pulled down by someone, it is not a rare thing?

Perhaps at that time, the performance of the two people around me would be even worse than that of those officials.

At that time, he suddenly thought of Shuiglair.

The name beat in his heart, causing a slight palpitations. Then, Garrick Inston saw a figure and came from a distance.

Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong.

It was the sound of heavy steps stepping on the ground.

From far to near, gradually becoming clearer.

Even the earth trembled.

A warrior wearing black armor appeared at the distant end, as if a demon general crawling out of hell, with a dark aura of death. Even at such a long distance, the solemn and cold heart made everyone's hearts cool. Test text watermark 9.

Under the covered iron helmet, the deep dark light was like two red dark stars, flickering and jumping, with a powerful sense of horror.

In the hand of the black warrior, he held a super long heavy sword, dragged the sword behind him, and struck it on the granite ground, countless brilliant sparks burst out, cutting out deep carvings.

On both sides of the road were guards standing with spears. They tried to come forward to ask about the other party's origin, but before they could get close, they were already shocked by the powerful and terrifying murderous intent emitted from the other party.

No one dared, could, could, and approached the Black Warrior.

That is the majesty from the strong and the pride from the top of the food chain.

A high-pitched symphony sounded from afar, and the band who was greeted mistakenly thought it was a new official and made a small mistake.

The high-spirited military song was played, pushing the atmosphere to the culmination of seriousness in an instant. Test the text watermark 6.

Military songs called out the roars of the soldiers and brought people into a battlefield where flesh and blood were flying.

The huge music, the lineup of the two armies facing each other, and the heavy and solid steps condensed into a marche of the warriors in the wind, making the rhythm perfect.

The wind blows bitterly, with the last coolness of early spring.

Amid the military singing, the black warrior came firmly like a rock in the wind.

Ignore everything around you.

In his eyes, at the distant end, he could only see one person.

Abraham Marlitt.

Stepping on the vigorous drum beats and powerful steps, he strode forward with hundreds of soldiers, fearless and fearless.

A person moves towards an existence that represents the top of human power.

A person, walks towards the existence that represents the top of the human strong man. Test text watermark 2.

A person exudes a stronger aura than the sum of all the existences in this area...

One person shocks everyone.

The officials waiting were all over the place, looking at the guy who suddenly appeared with shock and incredible surprise.

They don't know who the other party is, but it's obvious that the visitor is not good.

Advance in the tragic military song, walking alone among the wolves, like a lonely tiger, fearless of everything's strength, the black warrior finally came to the waiting officials.

A group of soldiers stood in front nervously and looked at him carefully.

Arrived at Derby; Count Averett stood in front of him and slowly raised his left hand.

Only then did people notice that on his left hand, there was still a small tarpaulin wrapped around him.

The black warrior threw the package into the sky, and the heavy sword in his right hand drew a brilliant arc at that moment, slashing the package.

The oil cloth was broken, the package fell to the ground, and a human head rolled out from it. Test the text watermark 3.

This scared all the officials backed back at the same time.

Derby; Earl Amberletter clearly saw that this head belonged to a man named Alec Brad, the incoming new city lord.

But now, the newly appointed city lord has only his head left to his destination.

The low and hoarse sound, like a sharpening knife, rang under the covered iron helmet:

"He... won't... come..."

The fear in my heart was instantly amplified to the extreme, and the loud symphony finally realized his mistake and stopped helplessly from calling in the wind.

The black warrior ignored everyone around him and turned his head to look at the golden robe mage on the other side again.

He walked towards him.

Stop when approaching.

His left index finger pointed at Malite, then pointed his thumb back at himself, and made a gesture of cutting down with force.

duel!

Fight to the death!

A trembling fire light appeared in Malite's eyes, and the golden robe was automatically blown out without wind, surging a surging momentum.

"Chrisping...Boran!" This name burst out from his mouth that he couldn't believe.
To be continued...