Author: War Pig Big Guy

The news of the formation of the Flameborn Knights caused a stir. Now, except for Ingersus, a stubborn dragon who has not found a partner, all the awakened dragons have already fought together with the Dragon Prince on the battlefield.

The only hope left is the shining star dragon Ingersoll, but with such an out-of-the-box character, it is really difficult to find hope.

The Royal Guard to be formed has only sixty people, and all equipment will be supplied by the Vaal Church and the palace. Together with the highly publicized Defenders of the Faith of the Dragon Father, it has already caused quite a stir.

In the colonial inn, Elvis was receiving some documents. As a herald, although he had an important position, almost no one specifically communicated with him.

After all, Assanil's reputation in Caledor was already bad enough because he always had a bad face towards his comrades. He always scolded Elvis for imitating other elders.

But at this moment, the herald was enjoying the treatment of a star. After all, as someone who always stayed by the prince's side, he could always receive first-hand news.

When Elvis put the letter into his bag and was about to leave, a strong hand was already placed on his shoulder.

"Elvis, it seems that you have been doing well recently, if not for the black arrow that I blocked for your father from Drucci."

When Elvis heard this, he immediately turned around and saw a dragon prince with a faint smile on his face.

Although he really wanted to have a good chat with this dragon prince, his responsibilities prevented the herald from communicating more. He said with a cold face,

"Carol, I have urgent matters now, please don't interfere with my actions at will."

But Carol was not frightened by these words. She put her arm on Elvis's shoulder and dragged him towards a corner with few people.

The herald wanted to resist, and it had some effect in the early stage, but soon, when Creon, Agathel's adjutant, also intervened, this kind of resistance could only be done in his heart.

When a group of dragon princes with far more strength and experience than a young man in his early centenarians showed no martial ethics and prepared for a sneak attack, almost no one in Ulthuan could stop this despotic power.

In a secret tower, Elvis was surrounded by a group of dragon princes. The anxious atmosphere made the herald sweat profusely.

"What are you going to do? This is not in accordance with military regulations. I am the prince's herald!" Elvis planned to show his majesty, but his slightly immature, but pretending to be serious face made others find it a bit funny.

"Okay, don't be harsh. What are the standards of this Flame Knight? You must know that this is one of the few hopes we have." Carol stood in front of Ervis with his arms crossed, trying to get something out of him.

talk.

"Indeed, you kid doesn't know how long we have been preparing for these things, but the result..." Creon expressed his thoughts, and it was the thoughts of all the dragon princes present, that he could obtain a dragon companion at a young age.

There are very few dragon princes, and most of them have mixed qualifications and experience.

As a result, the prince had awakened more than twenty giant dragons since he took the throne, but none of them fell on his head. He could only be a dragon prince on horseback. You can imagine how frustrated he was.

Elvis fell silent. Although there were two high-ranking dragon princes in his family, he could still understand the thoughts of these dragon princes.

But the prince's order is indeed a bit vague. It says that the selected people must be the fiercest and strongest people in Caledor. But how should this standard be determined? Should these people be allowed to fight?

The herald's silence caused dissatisfaction among the dragon princes present, and they all wanted to teach this ignorant young man a lesson.

"Okay, okay, this is what the prince said." Elvis sighed, and then explained the prince's exact words. After all, he didn't know the specific situation.

After recording those rather bizarre establishment goals, the prince and the Val priest secretly carried the piece of lapis lazuli and ran to other places, leaving only himself with a dull look on his face to spread the news.

"So..." Carol seemed to understand something, and then looked at Creon beside him.

"So..." Creonton finally understood and squinted at his familiar comrades.

Soon, the dragon princes surrounding the tower dispersed in a hurry. It seemed that they planned to have some duels in private so that the list of personnel could be finalized as soon as possible.

On the other side, at the Camp of the Horn of the Sun, Bruni looked at his familiar comrade Carol with a strange look on his face. The two of them did not have much social contact in their duties. Apart from meeting on the battlefield, they rarely met.

"You shouldn't be interested in the Flameborn Knights, right?" Carol held a wine glass, looked at the cavalry who were still training, and asked Bruni tentatively.

Of course Bruni knew about the force that was about to be formed, but he just shook his head lightly to express that he was not very interested in this force.

"My mission is to lead the Horn of the Burning Sun. What you want to do has nothing to do with me."

After receiving the reply, Carol nodded, glad that there was no strong competitor. If the Royal Guard's practice was followed, those who joined this army would lose most of their positions in the army, but their honor would be higher.

After all, no one can refuse the opportunity to get closer to the Dragon Father and share the glory with the Dragon Lord, not to mention a few pieces of exquisite equipment per person.

Private battles gradually unfolded. The three hundred dragon princes who came to the colony and the more than five hundred dragon princes stationed in Caledor started a real showdown. It was by no means like the last time in Avalon.

of fun.

This matter will determine many things, and supreme glory is waiting for the warriors to obtain.

The training grounds of Skogi, Tal Khaled, Tal Windhowling City, and Caledor Sanctuary, which have not yet been renamed, were occupied by the Dragon Prince. Randy, who was in the palace, acted as the chief referee, and

He personally directed these young people to abide by the rules of combat and not allow match-fixing, which added a color to the boring life of handling government affairs.

The civilians in the colony looked at the arrogant elves who were beaten with bruises and bruises with curious eyes. In their impression, they had never seen these dragon princes look like this, but they could only lower their heads.

, looking at these Caledor elves with slanted eyes, even though they were scarred, they still remained extremely proud.

As the wife, Adila also noticed this situation. Although she was not opposed to this kind of competition that only relied on personal strength to win, she still asked these people to exercise restraint as much as possible and not suffer injuries that would affect their normal actions.

As for other aspects, Adira, as one of the referees, could only cheer for some promising Dragon Princes, but could not provide any support other than that.
Chapter completed!