The knight in the abyss

Chapter 243 Challenge
"Residents of the Spray Fields!"

Lancelot's voice containing true essence covered all the noise, and he proficiently spoke to the crowd in Abyssal language.

"I am Lancelot, a human knight. You may have heard some rumors that I killed the 'Grand Arbiter' Satugura." He paused slightly to ensure that the audience who stood far away could also understand Listen, "Yes, that's all true, and in the tradition of Morgrondal, the Spray Fields are mine now!"

After a moment's silence, the crowd burst into loud cheers.Not that they had anything against the previous consul, but purely celebrating the way Lancelot had won the position: by killing.This is the most orthodox method of power transfer in Moglondal. Most citizens dream of turning salty fish over night through this method, and this human being in front of him once again proves the feasibility of this dream.

Just when the crowd was about to start shouting Lancelot's name, the human knight covered everyone with a louder voice.

"But! I still want to pursue more adventures, and I don't intend to stay too much in this city." Lancelow mobilized the true essence in his body with all his strength, and his voice spread throughout the spray field, "Soon, the Tower of Bones The corrupt monks inside will appoint a new Lord of Blight, leave your cheers to that one!"

Lancelow's speech shocked everyone. They didn't expect that after a seemingly harmless halfling, there would be another weird person who gave up spraying the original consul.What's even more puzzling is that, unlike Pacos who dismissed his picks on the ground of 'boring' after working for a while, this guy directly rejected the glory of becoming a wither lord, which made them completely incomprehensible.

There were whispers in the crowd, and Lancelot had jumped off the statue's pedestal, ready to leave.But at this moment, a shout rang out from the crowd of onlookers:
"coward!"

This shout was like a spark, instantly igniting the crowd.This guy named Lancelot was probably lucky enough to kill Satugura by chance, but he was afraid of facing other challengers, so he just gave up the position of Lord of Withering directly, that must be the case !

According to this logic, the strength of this lucky guy must not be very good. If he can kill him now, wouldn't he just become the new governor of Sprayhara?
Many demons' eyes were reddened by this tempting thought. They couldn't wait any longer, and surrounded Lancelot one after another, declaring their challenge loudly.

But there are also some guys who are ready to move suddenly thought of the rumor of this human knight, the corpses of the wolf man carried out one after another from Lazaka's tears.At that time, there were more than one witnesses. If this human knight was half as powerful as described in the rumors, then these guys would be no different from being sent to death.

Lancelow looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, completely unexpected that things would develop like this.But he quickly figured out the joints, and knew that the problem was with himself, and he hadn't considered the way of thinking of the demons. Now he had to come up with something real, otherwise he wouldn't be able to leave today.

"I can forgive your stupidity, but I don't have the time to play with you one by one." He shouted loudly again, his thunderous voice instantly overwhelmed everyone, and it also calmed some hot-headed guys a little bit. "I accept your challenge, but there are only three chances. Let the three strongest guys come, and the others should not waste their lives."

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd became even more excited, and the Mazeroth demon guards also moved quickly.Although these nominal subordinates of Lancelow acted like his most loyal dog legs, when Lancelow was booed just now, they had no intention of standing up. Instead, they began to use their sharp claws and tridents Drive away the onlookers and clear out an open space.

The meaning is obvious, this is the arena where the next Sprayyuan Consul will belong.Judging by the proficiency of their movements, it is obviously not the first time they have done this.

A brief silence fell among the audience, and everyone was looking at each other suspiciously, as if asking: 'Do you want to go up and try? '

Lancelot's partners have absolute confidence in his strength, but they still feel a little nervous in this situation.The one with the most tangled expression was little Isa. The vampire who was lying on the bed in the dimensional bag just now was suddenly dragged out by her brother. If you refuel, you can't say it will be deducted.

The one with the most relaxed expression was naturally Brutal.The dwarves have personally experienced Lancelot's superb swordsmanship and abnormal physical fitness countless times, not to mention the weird 'blood power'.

The undercurrent under the crowd was extremely turbulent, and the quiet scene lasted for less than ten seconds, when a roar rang out from the crowd, and an unusually strong Margot jumped in front of Lancelot.

It was a staggering twelve feet tall, nearly twice as tall as Lancelot, with a hideous scar from forehead to chin bisecting its mouse-like face, and its back wings more like some A kind of webbed claw, except that only the two longest toes are connected by leather wings.

"Thumb, it's a glutton with thumb!"

"Is he the guy who has been preaching that he wants to challenge Wagmore, the consul of Beggar's Cliff?"

"Isn't it? Maybe he thinks this human knight is easier to deal with?"

"He is really lucky. How can a slum like Beggar's Cliff be compared to the Sprayfield?"

Unlike its kind who like to use their bare hands, this Margo demon wears a suit of chain mail that is not badly made, and holds a flail in his hand.This is a weapon that combines a mace and a chain hammer. There are three iron chains about two feet long at the top covered with spikes, and each is connected to a saw wheel-like hammer head the size of a skull.

According to Lancelot's induction, the aura exuded by the opponent is not weak, but it is about the same level as before he established the foundation.Of course, telepathy is not necessarily accurate. Lancelot himself has learned many techniques (maybe too many) to hide his aura from the bamboo slips, but at this moment, the Margo Demon looks bloody and emotional. , does not meet the state required to suppress strength.

The huge demon pointed its weapon at Lancelot, and roared arrogantly:

"Thumb! Challenge! You! Please! Die! Quickly!"

Lancelot froze for a moment. He had come into contact with quite a few demons, but this was the first time he had seen someone yelling out word by word when speaking like this.

　Thanks to my friends for the recommendation ticket, there is only the last chapter left to save the manuscript... Fortunately, I persisted until the weekend, these two days are going to explode... I have been able to get a full attendance bonus of 600 yuan for two consecutive months, and I have persisted for so long Yes, in order to eat a subsistence allowance, work hard!

　　


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