The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

As soon as Prince Alexei came in, he looked at the battle axe stuck on the floor at the first glance. In his first sentence, he asked: "Are you ready?"

Yakov did not answer.

The prince did not expect Yakov to answer himself. He then informed him: "Alvar Chechen is here."

"he came?"

Yakov was a little shocked. Although Prince Alexei withdrew the troops he had sent out, the checkpoints had been greeted by himself. As long as he noticed that Cheechen had come, he would notify him, but he did not expect that Cheechen would pass through him quietly. NS.

But immediately, Yakov's eyes shot a bright light, and he licked his lips with excitement and bloodthirsty.

"He is finally here." Yakov said.

After speaking, Yakov stood up. He reached for a white shirt and put it on, then walked to the battle axe and pulled it out of the floor.

In front of Prince Alexei, Yakov raised his battle axe flat. He said: "I will use his skull as my wine bowl."

Looking at Yakov at his best, Prince Alexei spit out: "Okay."

Prince Alexei's heart is contradictory.

On the one hand, he despised Yakov’s slaughter and regarded Chechen’s revenge as a feat of the righteous; on the other hand, as the commander-in-chief of Tsarist Russia, he clearly understood that Alvar Chechen was a member of the Republic of Poland. , If he defeated Yakov, it would have much impact on his morale.

It was in this contradictory state of mind that Prince Alexei gave Cheerchen a chance to take revenge on the one hand, and on the other hand forced Yakov to practice martial arts diligently and defeated Cheerchen in a duel.

At this time Chechen was waiting in Pskov's "Blue Room" accompanied by Yelisei.

It is called the Blue Room because the ceiling of this hall is azure blue. In the center of the front of the hall is a high chair that resembles a throne. The step stool of this chair is gold or gilded, and glows golden under the light.

With them was the young lord Anatoly. The chubby young lord had been trembling at this time, because he was terribly scared at this time. The young lord knew that as the person who brought Chechen to Pskov, General Yakov felt that he would not let him go. Even if oneself is unintentional...

On both sides of the Lanting Hall, some Russian nobles, priests, and bishops have arrived ahead of schedule. Of course, they know that it is the Heren who is here this time, and what is the so-called so-called. But when they saw Cheer Chen's appearance, they were still shocked by his bravery and perseverance.

A clergyman with white hair and beard walked up to Cheerchen. He drew a cross in the air and blessed him.

"Child, thank you for your kind deeds," he said.

"Bishop Philip. Bishop of Pskov Cathedral." Yelishei introduced Chechen.

When I heard that it was a bishop, Cheerchen hurriedly paid tribute to him.

Bishop Philip received the ceremony. He said to Chechen: "My boy, if you don't have enough strength to fight with Yakov, you can give in. I promise you that I will never let Yakov hurt you."

Although Cheerchen had already made up his mind whether he died or I lived, Cheerchen was still deeply touched by the fact that this bishop who had never met before protected himself like this. He was about to express his gratitude again, but he heard an attendant standing on the side of the high chair say loudly: "The prince is here!"

With this cry, Prince Alexei stepped out and stepped onto the throne.

Everyone bowed and saluted the prince, only Cheerchen stood straight, without any movement.

Because all his attention was on the person behind the prince-Yakov Cherkaski.

Cheerchen will never forget that arrogant and domineering face.

Yakov is also looking at Cheerchen. Of course he doesn't remember Chechen, but since Yelishei is here, the person next to him must have come to seek revenge.

"A stinky little guy." Yakov thought contemptuously.

At this time, Yakov Cherkaski, who finally met Cheerchen, was more relaxed than ever before. He felt that he was really worried. Such a little guy, even if he didn't practice hard, he didn't use both hands to strangle him.

"Are you Alvar Chechen?" Prince Alexei's voice sounded on the throne.

Yelishei pushed Chechen's arm.

"Yes, Prince. I am Alvar Cheerchen." Cheerchen bowed.

Prince Alexei nodded. He said: "I heard Yelisei talk about the enmity between you and Yakov. It was a tragedy, and I'm sorry."

"This regret will be washed away with Yakov Cherkaski's blood soon." Cheerchen said every word. The scene of the mercenary group's companions being tortured and killed flashed before his eyes.

Yakov's face was chilly, and his finger bones "chuckled".

Alexei didn't blame Chechen for his rudeness. He stood up and turned to look at Yakov.

"Then, I give you the right to take revenge."

Then, Prince Alexei asked Yakov if he was willing to accept a duel. Of course, Yakov could only express his willingness.

"So, Cheerchen, you came from afar, do you need to rest for a day and fight again tomorrow?" Prince Alexei said suddenly.

The prince was actually thinking of Yakov.

Because Alexey remembered that Yakov had been practicing just now, his physical exertion was huge.

"No need." Cheerchen refused.

Prince Alexei asked Yakov again.

"I don't need it either." Yakov also refused.

Both of them refused.

So Prince Alexei turned his head to Chechen again, and he solemnly said: "Alvar Chechen, I would like to declare on our side that if you are talking to Yakov Cherkaski Win in a duel, then whether you accept other people’s challenges or take revenge depends on your own will; but in any case, no one will attack you without your consent. You can go your own way and be willing to go. Go wherever you go. For this, I pledge my reputation and life."

"Thank you, Prince." Cheerchen said.

Therefore, after the two parties confirmed, everyone walked in the direction of the duel arena.

This duel is located in the city lord’s mansion ~www.readwn.com~. It was originally a place where the knights practiced archery, horseback riding and ring-throwing. Here is not only a large area, but also all the equipment.

"Boy, you can choose. Do you want to fight, stand, shoot or whatever, I will accompany you." Yakov provoked Chechen.

At this time, the two stood together, and the sturdy Yakov's head was exactly one and a half taller than Chechen, which made Yakov's self-confidence inflated. He already had 100% confidence in taking down Cheerchen's first level.

Facing Yakov's provocation, Cheerchen didn't say anything to fight back. At this moment, he first wiped the sand with his feet, then stepped on it to see if it was firm. Then he looked around again and saw all the uneven places in the duel arena clearly.

After doing all this, Cheerchen said firmly: "Fighting."

Yakov burst out laughing.

In foot combat, this is exactly what he expects most. These days he spends most of his time immersing in the practice of the long axe, and long-handled weapons such as the long axe are the most suitable for single-handed combat.

Ignoring Yakov's wild laugh, Cheerchen began to unbutton his coat.

"It's a bit cold," he said, "but it will heat up soon."

Yakov also took off his coat in every way.

Only trousers and shirts were left for both of them. Then Tetsuchen rolled up the cuff of his right hand and held the saber in his hand.