Chapter 229 I Am Looking Forward to It

"Then my personal safety is entrusted to you, Uncle Hamad."

The young king finally put away his cowardice that could not be shown in front of others, stepped out of the door, and said this to the flesh-strewn bedroom behind him without looking back.

Not long after he finished speaking, there was a rustling sound, and an old man with a slightly green face who had just put away his clothes slowly walked out of the shadows, panting and complaining:

"I know you're under a lot of pressure, but next time if you can't do it, can you arrange for less girls? I'm getting older, so I can't really share the burden. Besides, the [Group Memory Modification] scroll is very expensive."

King Klinsmann, whose face was also a little green, was stubborn and wanted to maintain his last dignity:

“Ten is the minimum, I am the new king of Lurwarden.

"The so-called king has more desires than others, laughs crazier than others, is more angry than others, lives more vividly than anyone else, is both clear and turbid, and makes people intoxicated. Only in this way can the ministers look up to him and become a king. Fascinated, cheering for the king, and going crazy for the king, the vision of "this is what a king should be" is born in the hearts of every citizen, unifying the wishes of all warriors and becoming their benchmark for moving forward. Only in this way can they be worthy of being called kings.

"Moreover, isn't this the idea that you picked up from the slums when you brought me, the abandoned royal blood, back to teach and believe in yourself? Dear Uncle Hamad?"

The legendary Hamad, who had the feeling that the boomerang would eventually hit his head, sighed after hearing this:

"Get ready. There are quite a few warriors coming today in response to your king's order. It is said that the legendary legion martial arts commander of the Vitali Empire will also be invited. In this case, it is possible that he will come with Count Pablo. The drow mistress Neferutari, there are three legends that are apparently not under our control."

"Aren't you still with me? Uncle Hamad." Klinsmann said with a carefree smile.

"Your unmasked grandfather died suddenly in front of me, and so far, I haven't even been able to find the real murderer behind the scenes. How can I really survive in such a situation surrounded by powerful enemies? , protect you well? My child."

Hamad couldn't help but bring up this past incident that he regretted for the rest of his life.

The sudden death of the late king also made him, as a royal guard of the royal court, the culprit of Lurwarden's decline.

And this incident that crushed his confidence also became an insurmountable barrier that stopped his legendary destiny from moving forward.

The young king suppressed his smile, turned around, looked at the old man who was also a teacher and father, put his hands lightly on his shoulders that were slightly thinner due to the years, and said solemnly like never before:

"No matter what others think of you, I always firmly believe that no matter what, you will protect me with your life, because I am the light you have been searching for in the world for more than ten years in the Middle-earth countries. Zhongxing Lur Varden's hope, isn't it? If the light of my life is extinguished by your sword, that is our fate and that of Lurwarden."

Having said this, Klinsmann embraced his uncle, who had almost devoted his life and faith to the Lourwarden royal family, into his arms and comforted the old man as if he were comforting a child:

"But don't worry, Uncle Hamad, I won't die that easily, right? I will do everything possible to save Lurwarden's hanging national fortune, no matter how thorny and painful the road ahead is, no matter how much slander I suffer. Even if there is no insult, I will remain steadfast and survive. I am Lurwarden’s last hope.”

Speaking such arrogant words but full of mission and responsibility, he gently patted the old man's shoulder and added in his heart:

No matter what means are used.

After saying this, he turned around resolutely, lifted the red curtain of the viewing platform of the tower, and smiled and raised his hands amidst the cheers of thousands of people and the colorful falling petals.

"Your Majesty!" For a moment, the noble lords who had been watching the warrior selection competition at the auditorium for a long time stood up and bowed in salute.

No matter how disdainful he is towards this young king on weekdays, he must still act like a warm, loyal, and harmonious general when everyone is paying attention to him.

This included Count Pablo, whom he met for the second time after becoming the king, and the drow matron, Nefertari, whom he saw for the first time as a female companion.

After turning his head and confirming the identity of the other party with his uncle, the young king breathed a sigh of relief.

A legendary Drow who stays in the light is far more reassuring than staying in the dark.

"Your Majesty Klinsmann, I was ordered by Emperor Melt and was invited to watch the ceremony." A tall, strong and handsome knight stood up and stretched out his hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, and thank you for coming, Master Qasim. Since I was taught combat lessons at a young age, I have been growing up with your legendary battle stories."

King Klinsmann, however, did not seem to feel the slightest degradation or insult. He held the knight's hand that was cold due to the gauntlet with a warm smile on his face.

Such words, which were similar to seeing an idol, not only gave the envoy of the Vitali Empire enough face, but also did not leave an too humble image to the people.

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the War Patriarch who accompanied him throughout the whole process but had a cold face and was unwilling to speak, nodding and smiling in greeting.

Although the God of War has now fallen from great power, it is not a secret among the top leaders of various forces.

But as the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. The Vitali Empire relied on the War God Sect as the state religion and reaped the full dividends of the war. Now, at least in the middle-earth continent of Ellaria, it is still a behemoth that Lovaldon can't match. .

It is said that the cause of the God of War's setback was initiated by Tiamat, the five-color god queen whom the red calamity believed in.

So much so that the current God of War sect hates giant dragons to the core.

Now I heard that their port of Volenz in Lowarden was occupied by the descendants of the Crimson Calamity. This was the most critical opportunity for them to cooperate.

Klinsmann felt that he must seize this opportunity and tie the Vitali Empire into this dragon-chasing battle.

The king arrived, stretched out his hand to signal all the ministers and guests to take their seats again, and then began to tentatively exchange greetings.

Martial Arts Commander Qasim even gave a meaningful look at the young king who had only been king for three years but had at least continued to restore the orderly capital of Lurwarden:

"Your Majesty Klinsmann, I have to say that your appeal is completely beyond my expectations. I never expected that this time, in addition to the famous legendary dragon-slaying warrior Baptiste being invited by you, To be able to invite so many foreign warriors makes me jealous."

Klinsmann was a little surprised when he heard this, but pretended to be humble and said:

"Doesn't this just prove my sincerity and determination in inviting the warriors from the Middle-earth countries this time? In order to prepare for this grand ceremony, we, Lowarden, have exhausted all our national resources."

Since he had missed the previous selection competition, which might have been boring, it was impossible for him to have a blind person interrupt Yaxing when he was visiting the dancer, so that he was a little suspicious of the rare proactive compliment from the martial arts master Qasim. Got up for him.

In his impression, the other party is known for being arrogant. He is not such a person!

The right hand placed on the armrest immediately ticked the box, and a guard immediately presented the previous entry list and even the results summary sheet.

Klinsmann smiled apologetically and took advantage of a break in drinking tea to read through the messages on the list.

Some of the outstanding battles on the list immediately corresponded to the names of the strong neutrals in Middle-earth in my mind.

But when he saw the person behind him, he gradually frowned:

Within five minutes, Drow Ariana used her superb combat skills to defeat an earth-walking dragon without any damage, leaving it unable to resist.

"Awesome Drow, is he Neferutali's personal guard?"

The ogre Monado fought an adult earth-walking dragon with his bare hands and defeated it with his strength.

"Where did the ogre come from?" Klinsmann was a little confused.

The barbarian warrior Luoxinde solved the battle with one move, and the scene was almost boiling.

"Barbarian?" Klinsmann gradually began to realize that something was wrong.

The planeswalker Tanya came to the arena with [Dancing in the Sky]. The dragon beast crawled without a fight, its whole body trembling like chaff, and finally it foamed at the mouth and fainted when the mage let out a dissatisfied drink.

"???" Klinsmann felt that this record was just a joke to himself! I'm afraid Mader Recorder is not a bard who changed his profession!

Mages are naturally at a disadvantage when facing dragon beasts with some elemental resistance. If some powerful mages can play with or even crush dragon beasts, it is possible.

But what is it like to make a powerful dragon beast become timid before fighting!

Legendary mage?

He is not arrogant enough to think that he can invite a legendary mage, and the national treasury may not be able to afford it given the current financial resources.

Then Klinsmann's eyes froze on the next one.

After the dwarf Belkin entered the arena, all the earth dragons were restless and no one dared to enter the arena. It was suspicious.

Legendary strong man.

Almost all of the legendary strong men are legends who have gained great fame through their exploration of the planes.

But Klinsmann racked his brains and couldn't remember where he had heard this name.

Not to mention a dwarf.

Just as sweat appeared on Klinsmann's forehead, his uncle's voice came to his ears:

"It has been found out that these guys with unknown origins are all recommended by Naferutali. Do you want to be on guard and clear the place in advance?"

But Klinsmann immediately shook his head at the martial arts master Qasim who was also suspicious, indicating that the sudden emergence of the dwarf legend was also beyond his expectations.

At the same time, someone on the other side dissuaded:

"No, since Naferutali dares to expose this legendary powerhouse, she must have a back-up plan. If she really takes action, it may not be a three-on-two situation."

As he said that, he turned around and glanced at Zorna Ferutari, who was in Count Pablo's arms and seemed to be equally 'unaware', and responded with a magical message:

"And the situation is still not clear. If I were Neferutali, she would never choose to attack me at this time. Even if she succeeded in killing me, she would only get a completely disintegrated Louwarden. Even in the name of 'blatantly provoking' the Vitali Empire, he will receive a blow from the Empire.

"The most important thing is that for drow, the cards in the hand are always the most powerful when they are gathered in the hand but not used.

"Let's wait and see what happens. I have a feeling that she wants to use this card to gain something from me. In other words, maybe she wants to negotiate with me."

He wanted to see what other gifts and surprises this drow would bring him.

As long as he can successfully solve the dragon problem in Warrenz Port this time and regain the tax-heavy Port of Warrenz, he doesn't mind selling it for some price.

As time goes by, as the sun sets, each game of 'Dragon Quest' gradually brings this grand ceremony to its peak. People who have already heard about this finale have even become famous for the people of Middle-earth. The country has solved dragon problems several times, and even killed a young red dragon in the early years.

“Finally, let’s invite our special guest this time, who is also the core figure of our dragon-chasing plan, the legend who travels all over the world, the nemesis of the dragon, the slayer of the crimson flames, the dragon-slaying warrior—Bapu Your Excellency Tist!!!"

Following the grand introduction by the waiter, the excited audience also cheered.

"Correspondingly, we also know that neither the earth dragon nor the dragon beast can show the grace of our dragon-slaying warriors at all. For this reason, we specially rented the drow from the Underdark region for this grand ceremony. A real dragon, a mature white dragon, serves as Lord Baptiste’s opponent and the ‘prey’ for this exhibition match.”

Having said this, the host waiter's voice suddenly paused unnaturally, coughed twice and said:

"Sorry, some emergencies occurred. This white dragon was afraid of Lord Baptiste's reputation and bit off its tail. It is not suitable to continue the exhibition match. However, please rest assured, guests, in order to prevent such accidents In this situation, we have also prepared a young red dragon in advance. I wonder, Mr. Baptiste, would you mind changing the opponent temporarily?"

Hearing this, Klinsmann on the viewing platform looked even more uncomfortable and clenched his hands.

How come he hadn't heard of it and prepared a dragon in advance? A real dragon is not a cabbage in the field.

However, the people who did not know the situation admired and cheered for their king's courage and precautions.

"Of course I don't mind. Moreover, you have made a mistake. What is the challenge of a white dragon? A red dragon, even a young red dragon, may not be weaker than a mature white dragon. On the contrary, the performance of the red dragon, Maybe it will be stronger, just release it, I’m looking forward to it.”

“Okay, since our legendary dragon-slaying warrior has no objections, let’s invite our Lord Baptiste’s ‘challenger’ today, the great Red Son of Disaster!

"The Dragon of Burning Steel!

“Lord of the Katana Mountains!

"Guardian of Warrenzport——

“Safistuin Kalatruka Deviyutus Said Punga!!!”

The whole square suddenly became noisy.

"What?!" Klinsmann ejected from his seat as if his butt was on fire. He looked towards the other exit of the arena in disbelief, but did not see the nightmare lingering in his nightmare today.