Sky Dragon Rider

Due to the hasty marches and preparations before entering the city, the Sri Lankan knights from the Imperial Military District had no time to carefully polish their armor and add ceremonial decorations. Naturally, they were not as good as the third prince's team, which was well-prepared and well-groomed.

Coupled with that team of disheartened and embarrassed Portland missions, the thousands-man knights in a dusty suit are more like an army that escorted captives back from the battlefield in triumph, still carrying a lingering scare. murderous look.

There was no uniform movement into the city, no guard of honor, and even those knights put on a battle alert formation.

"Dragon God, this, this is too careless!"

"What kind of lottery do the guys from the Eastern Military Region want?"

"Have all these Portlanders been beaten up just now?"

Seeing the Portland Mission in stark contrast to the Tessie Mission, several plainclothes officials who were cooperating with each other in the crowd beside the main road inside the city gate looked at each other in blank dismay. Which one is the person singing.

Before they could react, a deafening cheer from the surrounding people erupted like a volcano without warning.

"Long Live the Empire!"

"Damn Portland pig! Go to hell!"

"Long live the knights of the empire!"

"Well done! Well done lads!"

"This is the real soldier! Long live!"

The emotions of the vast majority of people at the scene were completely out of control for a while. Those petty officials looked around in a daze, at a loss. !

The almost crazy civilians and nobles cheered like mountains and seas, even more enthusiastic than when the third prince entered the city just now.

In the same embarrassment and emaciation, the Islamic Knights and the Portland Mission represented different meanings in the eyes of these commoners and nobles.

The former represents meritorious deeds, while the latter represents captives, an unparalleled real live show!

There are many veterans among the people. They can easily see the relationship between the two sides in the second team entering the city, just like a thousand murderous wolves driving more than a hundred weak and pitiful sheep into the imperial capital.

Those young lads are real soldiers. They are like wolves and tigers, and they are full of evil spirits that cannot be dissipated. How can such a vicious and ferocious appearance not make these people happy.

The more fierce, ruthless and domineering the soldiers, the more stable and secure their lives will be for the common people. If a group of weak and deceitful sheep guard the frontier, how can people sleep well?

Not only that, many young knights who were driven by the enthusiasm of the surrounding people even couldn't help pulling out their long swords in their hands, making terrible roars, and while people roared and horses neighed, dark purple or even bright red adornments hung on the gleaming long swords. The blood stains, that is the blood of authentic Portlanders.

As soon as the blood-stained weapon came out, the scene instantly reached a fever pitch, and everyone went crazy.

The soldiers of the imperial city defense army yelled strangely to stop the crowd from rushing to the middle of the road. They were under tremendous pressure and could not stop crying from the bottom of their hearts. Brothers are just eating. For the sake of the empire, please stop for a while!

"Intentional! This must be intentional!"

In the middle of the mission team, the leading diplomat Dillon's face was ashen. He knew that their mission had been cheated, and that the guard of the Islamic royal family was a very thoughtful guy. Hidden conspiracy.

Using the seemingly dismounted dismounting as an introduction, threatening the mission to be forced to carry out a death march, and then appearing in such a distressed appearance in the eyes of all social classes in Slandi Capital The "drama" is performed to the extreme, and it is completely seamless, with no flaws to be found.

The entire Portland Mission has become a victim of encouraging the momentum of the Muslims. God is pitiful. I originally wanted to take the opportunity to suppress the momentum of the Muslims, but I didn't expect to be put on it.

Mosrig lowered his eyes and whispered, "Master Dillon, this is a coincidence, it must be a coincidence!"

He didn't dare to look at those Muslims, for fear that some daring guy would rush over and beat him.

The boiling scene that was almost on fire not only slapped the people of Portland in the face, but also raised the prestige of the Islamic royal family and the military to a higher level.

"Long live the empire!~"

Dazzling fighting flames rose all over his body, Lin Mo pulled out his long sword, roared and pointed at the sky, bringing the ceremony of entering the city to its climax in an instant.

What kind of etiquette, what is pleasing to the eye, only this kind of pure man with a true temperament, the roughness of a real man can move people's hearts the most, and there is a terrible and piercing howl in the city gate, and only the sky is left in the hearts of the crazy Slans. Boss, my second child's hegemonic mentality of contempt for the common people, let the Tessians and Portlanders go to hell!

In fact, these fancy intestines were not what he thought of, but the result of various factors promoting each other, which just made Lin Mo cheaper.

As Mosrig, a member of the Portland Mission, said, all this is just a coincidence. I am afraid that the royal family who just gave Lin Mo a temporary appointment document did not expect that such a brutal and rough style could bring such a situation. Effect.

Some people have exhausted all their tricks, but the other party unexpectedly got the upper hand. The feeling of aggrieved only a well-planned planner can experience the feeling of a mouthful of old blood that is about to be sprayed.

"Hmm! Our Master Mo Lin is very popular?"

Already entering the city, the third prince Olchi, who is about to arrive at the foreign post house.Silan turned his head and glanced in the direction of the city gate, the movement there really surprised him.

Behind the third prince, a commander in heavy armour, riding a tall maroon horse and holding a long sword, said with a frosty face: "This guy, isn't he too scheming, to dare to steal the limelight from His Highness? Humph?" , let me find a chance to teach this idiot a lesson.”

"Nonsense! Mo Lin is a member of the royal family, and his limelight is the royal limelight, tiger silkworm! Who are you going to teach?"

The third prince Orchi's face turned cold, and he scolded in a deep voice.

"Uh, I know I'm wrong!"

The commander on the maroon horse quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

"Keep an eye on those Tessies and don't put unnecessary energy on irrelevant people."

The third prince Orchi snorted softly, and lowered his voice to remind the generals beside him who guarded the northern border with him to prevent the Ambrizets and Ibizas from going south to fight the autumn wind.

"Yes! Your Highness!"

There was a tidy response from all around.

"Tiger Silkworm, I really shouldn't have brought you back to the imperial capital. You should have stayed at the border and played fighting games with the Ambrizetes every day."

A red-haired young man in black and gray knight armor winked gloatingly at the heavy armor commander Hu Cang who just made a mistake.

"Shut up! Gary, it seems that you are the smartest in the world, why don't we practice and see if your words can convince my fists?"

As one of the five tiger generals in northern Xinjiang, the leader of the tiger silkworm showed his flesh under the heavy armor, which was as strong as cast iron, and threatened viciously.

"Dragon God, what a rude guy! No wonder you can only be the commander, not the leader of the legion."

The red-haired young man in black-gray knight armor teased him nonchalantly.

"Enough is enough, you two restrain yourself! This is the imperial capital, not the northern border!"

On the right side of the third prince, a young man in gorgeous light armor suddenly stopped the confrontation between the two, and under the cover of the noise around him, he turned his face slightly and said, "Your Highness, although this Mo Lin is no longer Dragon Knight, but based on his relationship with the Dragon Knight Legion, should we continue to show favor to him and find a way to make him work for His Highness secretly, and his status as a royal guard can also bring a lot of convenience."

"The Dragon Rider Legion is not something that us princes can get our hands on. The eldest sister and the second brother are watching, don't act rashly, let alone the fourth child, hmph, he probably wants to go with you a long time ago, in a few days In the next year, Lao Wu will join the game again, and it will be even more lively then!"

Even though he didn't admit it directly, even though he was told by the people around him, Sanhuang Erqi remained calm.

In fact, these princes and princesses all know well that the reason why their father, the emperor, succeeded in inheriting the throne and degrading all the emperors and uncles to common people is definitely not a simple person who can be fooled by others.

A remark that seemed to be a warning and a cover-up, the words of His Highness the Third Prince made the young man in gorgeous light armor fall into silence.

"The posthouse is here! Master Dillon, Mosrig, I will send it here. I hope you all can enjoy your stay in Delan City!"

Lin Mo's smile was like a devil's grin in the eyes of the Portland mission, which frightened these poor guys who were tortured mentally and physically to shudder.

"Thank you Lord Mo Lin for your care all the way, I will definitely remember it in my heart!"

Diplomat Dillon, the leader of the mission, saluted with the most standard gestures, but said it in a tone of gritted teeth.

Lin Mo smiled nonchalantly, this is the territory of the Muslims, if you have the guts to hit me!

"Thank you, Lord Molin!"

Mosrig didn't hate Dillon as much as Dillon. It was not the first time he had experienced this guy's cruelty and ruthlessness.

At least the other party didn't let himself and others "evaporate from the world" directly, at least he was able to reach the capital of the Slan empire, Delan City alive.

"My lord, there seems to be something wrong with the list of the Portland mission. Why are there so many people missing?"

The fourth-class postman of the foreign post house stopped Lin Mo, who was about to hand over and leave. He found that the roster of missions reported in advance was quite different from the actual number of people who arrived at the foreign post house, almost one-third less

Lin Mo shrugged his shoulders and said disapprovingly, "Well, they all went to see the god of the underworld! That's it!"

The knights, whose hands were stained with the blood of the Portlanders, all nodded with a natural expression.

: Strictly speaking, Dragon Knight should be regarded as steampunk. If the magic square is emphasized, it will become a system text again.