Hail the King

"Let a fish that slips through the net and go back with some wrong news, you can certainly shock and mislead the Barcelona."

"Well, in fact, you can wait until this group of miscellaneous pieces come to the city of Chambord, and then order the secret gold scorpion to suddenly attack, you can definitely wipe them all out, but now the emperor has broken, but can not help the Barcelona people with the secret gold, so that Let them create jealousy, they will not dare to slaughter me Zenit, but we can do our part for the compatriots thousands of miles away."

"Yes, the magical level of more than 20 elites is enough to cause taboos in Barcelona. Hey, that kid tried a safe distance of two kilometers, but how can he know that the attack range of Mikujin? In fact, it is 10,000 meters, haha!"

"The bureau has been set up and will wait for the Barcelona army to come."

"I hope that His Majesty will come back in time."

The two looked at the sunset in the distance, calm and excited, but with a little helplessness and sorrow.

This war is finally coming.

According to the news brought by the old Aryang, Yassin is likely to have died, and Zenit has lost the strongest line of defense.

Since then, Chambord City will be inevitable and must fight.

......

The streamer in the sky turned into a figure, which fell to the ground and fell in front of Piasson and others.

Is a Barcelona month-level powerhouse.

He was wearing a blue-black armor, his body was thin and tall, his face was pale, he lost his arm, his wound was crusted, but he still had a **** sputum. He was extremely seriously injured and his breath was disordered. Even the flight could not be maintained, and it fell from the sky.

But even if it is injured, the strength of this person is amazing. For ordinary people, it is like an invincible killing.

He is the Armando who fled insanely.

More than a hundred Zenit refugees were scared by this scene.

Face to face, the atmosphere is not dare to come out, the eyes are moving in desperate colors, waiting for the upcoming massacre.

Piazon’s mood was also very high, and he almost immediately shot, but after a slight comparison, he gave up the plan to kill the tall, Barcelona-class strongman.

The strength of this injured strong man is clearly a perfection. Even if he is injured, he may not be able to get it within a short time. The battle between the two strongmen will inevitably alarm other strong players in Barcelona. I have a heavy responsibility, I dare not have the slightest sloppy and risky.

"The vitality of the monthly strong is extremely terrible. This person is a great perfection. The broken arm can not be reborn. The wound is still bleeding. Who killed him so badly? Zenit, who else is there today? Conquering him? Is it... Shumpoo Wang shot?"

Piazon guessed in his heart and began to think about ways to get out of it.

Armando took a heavy gasp.

His gaze swept across a group of Zenit refugees, frowning slightly, his heart flashing through the figure of more than 20 scary golden dragonflies, still immersed in the excitement of the upcoming merits, but did not kill.

He is a high-level grand priest, cherishes feathers, self-sustaining identity, and is unwilling to take shots of low-lying civilians.

When his gaze passed over Piasson's body, his gaze was light.

This Zenit is handsome and handsome, his bones are singular, and there is an aura in his body. Although he is a little older, he doesn’t have any martial arts. But if he is qualified, if he can get a deep martial cheat and start practicing. In the future, I will not lose my big achievements...

This thought flashed through Armando’s mind.

"You, come out." Armando pointed his finger at Piasson.

[Silver Moon Knight] A tight heart, thinking that the opponent found something, but only adapt to it, and under the watchful eyes of others, he came out.

Is it true that some places have not been disguised, and this Barcelona is a great success?

Piasson's hand has quietly reached into his arms, ready to take out the reel that Akinfeev handed over to his seal, Yasin the Great, and made the worst plan.

"Kid, let's organize this group and build this tent..."

Armando did not notice that much. From the storage ring, he took out some simple materials for setting up a tent. He was prepared to treat his own injuries. However, he was used to it in the usual days, but he was not willing to heal in the cold and cold rain. You must first choose a place to build a temporary camp.

This Barcelona's monthly perfection has a good impression on Piazon, allowing the juvenile to command other refugees.

Piasson breathed a sigh of relief.

For the refugees, Armando’s words are orders, and the huge power gap makes any resistance meaningless.

Under the command of Piasson, a group of people quickly set up a tent.

At the same time, Armando has already released the signal.

He is not only a senior general in the Barcelona army, but also an important figure in the Catalan aristocratic family with more than 500 years of history. His followers and various guards are countless and will soon have their own accounts. Twenty or thirty magicians and vindictive masters, do not hesitate to consume power, come to pick up the first time.

"These Zenites, don't kill, keep it first." Armando's words, let Piazon and other refugees breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly paused, Armando seems to think of something, and pointed to Piasson, deliberately shouted: "Don't be embarrassed about this boy."

"Follow, adults."

Armando nodded and turned into a distant tent. After setting up some defensive formations, he began to take time to heal his injuries.

Piazon was not embarrassed because of the great satisfaction of this month-level, and even got a small independent tent to live.

"call!"

The Silver Moon Knight exhaled a sigh of relief, and his heart relaxed slightly.

Under such strict surveillance, I can't sneak away, but once forced to leave, there is a possibility that the other side will be aware of the killing, attracting a large number of masters, but stay here, and every additional moment will have a threat. The secret is related to the survival of the Zenit national war, and must not fall into the hands of Barcelona.

The situation is really dangerous to the extreme.

What should I do?

Piasson took three reels from his arms and stared at him for a while, making an amazing decision.

......

"You...you...your sister..." The emperor Ernst, who was about to breathe, lay down on the bed and heard that Sun Fei said that his family was not dead, excitedly twitching and snoring.

Sun Fei got closer and saw that it was Zhong Dajun who recognized the ‘old and not dead’.

Second more.

There are even more.

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