Summoning the Holy Sword

"Hello, Sir Bayer."

When Sir Bayer stepped out of the door and saw Agawi in front of him, the old man still took a step back involuntarily. Although they had heard Agawi introduced himself, in any case, he could never Without this kind of creature, although the opponent does not seem to have the attacking surname, human beings are always wary of the unknown.

Seeing the figure of the sea elf, the old man even reached out his hand subconsciously and held down the hilt of the waist. Then he reacted, and his old face couldn't help but awkwardly lowered his wrist.

"Is there a problem?"

"Is such that."

Agave's tone was calm, and her blue eyes looked as if she were staring at the guest without any emotion. It seemed that she didn't care about the old jazz's actions just now, or didn't pay attention to them at all. The sea elf maid stood just quietly, her hair dangling, twisting, and then hanging down.

"The host is about to go out for a hunt. If you are interested, he hopes you must come together to participate."

"hunting?"

Hearing Agawi's words, the old jazz could not help but hesitated. He couldn't figure out what the young lord was thinking. Hunting was indeed an entertainment exchange activity between the nobles. But it also depends on the occasion. Not to mention that hunting is usually done after dinner. Now they just arrived here, and they can't even breathe. It is a bit rude to invite such a haste. On the other hand, now that the undead army is under pressure, he still has the mood to go hunting?

Although his heart was a bit stigmatized and dissatisfied with the young lord's approach, as a guest, it was also rude to neglect the host ’s invitation, so the old jazz nodded and agreed to the invitation. Instead, the boy Frederick was eager to try. It seemed that he was a bit boring along the way, and it was a good thing for the young man to be able to find fun so soon.

But when they came to the gate, they found something strange. The old jazz did not see the young man's subordinates who should surround him, instead. Appearing in front of them, in addition to Rhodes, Marin, Lijie and Qilian, only five mercenary-dressed soldiers followed, and behind them, there was a young woman in her twenties. She was wearing a heavy robe that looked very inconvenient. With a heavy book in his hand, he looked lethargic.

Is this going hunting?

This weird composition not only saw the old jazz confused, but even Frederick and Serena who followed were a little curious. In their memory, the aristocracy hunted out in large groups with a large number of people, but at present, Rhode's appearance does not look like he would take a lot of people out for hunting, and ... Who is that lady?

"Hello, Sir Bayer. I know you are a bit tired from a long distance, and it is rude to invite you at this time."

Looking at Sir Bayer, who came to Zema. Rod nodded slightly and said. Hearing Rhode's words, Sir Bayer reluctantly resigned. It seemed that the other party knew that it was inappropriate for him to do so, but he still did so, so there must be his own reasons. Instead, Frederick, eager to try, poked his head at this moment. Looked curiously at Rhodes.

"So Lord, what prey do you plan to take us to fight?"

"It's nothing."

Hearing Frederick's inquiries, Rhodes shrugged his shoulders, then answered lightly.

"A bunch of walking bones."

"Hey?!"

Hearing here, everyone stunned. At this time, the old jazz's somewhat relaxed face became serious now.

"Lord Lord, do you mean that there are undead coming?"

"It's just some scouts. It seems that our connection transfer here has attracted the attention of those who like to mess around in the dark and want to explore the truth."

Rhode made a gesture.

"Although the visitor is a visitor, it also depends on the intention of the other party. As the host, we should prepare for the welcome and let them come back. How? How many, are you interested in going out with us and with this group? Bone shelf playing with an eagle to catch chicks? "

"Awesome! I do, of course I do! Lord Lord !!!"

Hearing this, Frederick was the first to wait and nodded in agreement. In fact, after hearing Rhode's explanation, he was already eager to press the patience. The holy spirit was on. Did they come here to kill that? Group of undead creatures. Originally, Frederick thought he had to wait until the start of the war before he could have a chance to fight with each other. I didn't expect this group of guys to come to the door so quickly, and he was actually invited to participate in the battle against them!

Sir Bayer did not move as much as Frederick, but the old jazz frowned slightly at this moment, and a bit of fighting spirit belonging to the soldier flashed in his eyes. Indeed, as a soldier, if you can accurately feel the strength and threat of the opponent at the first time, then it is also a good thing, but ... the old jazz is still a bit worried.

Although Rhode's statement was very understatement, the old jazz had already heard what he said, and it was clear that a necromancer had arrived here, and Rhode was planning to deal with them at the moment. But ... Looking at Rhodes and the people around him, the old jazz inevitably felt a little disturbed. As we all know, most scouts are brilliant and powerful, not to mention the other is a necrotic creature, which is more difficult to deal with, but Rhodes has only a few people ...

"Lord Lord, are you planning to take these people with you? Will they be too few?"

"These people are enough."

In the face of the old jazz's worries, Rhodes seemed a little unconcerned.

"The other party is just scouts, and there are not a lot of people. If we have a big fanfare, we will startle those cunning bones, so this is enough, Sir Bayer."

"Not many people?"

Hearing here, the old jazz could not help looking at Rhodes in surprise. If the opponent did not repel the undead attack twice in a row, he really thought that he was just an aristocratic son who would boast. Shouldn't he be treating those necrotic creatures as dog-legged personal soldiers that the nobles used to collect rent? Indeed, the number of opponents is not large. I have not heard of any scout who will send hundreds or thousands of people. Because of the small number of people, most of them who can serve as front line scouts are elite, and they are more or less alone. The ability to protect yourself, let alone those weird and sinister creatures, is even more difficult to deal with. But now looking at Rhodes so confident, the old jazz had nothing to say for a while, after all, Rhode's record is there, and as a master swordsman, the old jazz can vaguely feel The extraordinary atmosphere that emanated from the young man seemed to be far from the earth.

It seems that the young lord is rumored to have legendary strength, and it is not groundless. Thinking of this, the old jazz no longer said anything, just nodded slightly. Seeing the expression of the old jazz, Rhodes knew what he was thinking, but Rhodes didn't break it. He just took a few steps forward, and then showed the blue heart behind him.

"This is Miss Bran's Heart. She is my companion and the military commander of this fortress. I will act in a moment, and I hope you can obey her orders. Everyone is a soldier. I think you should understand this. A little important surname. "

"she was?"

Hearing Rhode's words, everyone was startled this time. They turned their heads and looked closely at the young woman in front of them. At this moment, even under the eyes of everyone, Bran's heart was still faint. When she wanted to sleep, she sat on her side, resting her hands flat on the heavy book in front of her, her eyes lowered, her long eyelashes shaking, she looked half asleep Awake look. After a while, the lady seemed to be aware of everyone's eyes. She raised her head and nodded slightly to the other person, saying hello, and then extended her right hand to her mouth, yawned lightly, and Head down again.

"... this lady is ... interesting."

Being able to say this to Frederick is, to some extent, a kind of appreciation. Even the young knight who was so lonely and had a headache was now stunned when he saw the heart of Bran in front of him. He grinned a few times, and at this moment, a scream came suddenly.

"what!!"

"What's wrong? Selena? Startled, didn't you always tell me to be steady and calm in everything?"

Frederick naturally heard that this was his baby fiancee's voice. He couldn't help turning his head a little funny, and said to the young girl around him with a bit of depression and joking that Ping Yue always taught her how How, let Frederick's ears hear the calluses long ago, now it's hard to catch a chance to take revenge, naturally I do not intend to let go. But when Frederick turned around, she realized that Selena didn't look at herself. Instead, she had a pale face and a pair of eyes staring round at the woman in front of her. She put her right hand next to her mouth and revealed it. With a surprised expression.

"What's wrong? Selena? It's rude to look like a monster."

"This ... this ... how is this possible ..."

Selina couldn't even care less about her fiance's raising the bar at this moment. She just stared in surprise, staring at the heart of Bran in front of her, and muttered to herself.

"This is ... Mr. Nafranc?"