These words seemed simple, but Du Wei couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Earl Raymond suddenly smiled: "Your Highness Chen, you are young, but you are really smart. However, it is useless for you to sow discord between us and the eldest prince in public. I can also tell you unabashedly: Yes
Yes! If His Majesty asked us to assist you from the beginning, then we will definitely do so! The problem is that he asked us to assist the eldest prince for thirty years, but suddenly changed his mind. It forced us people to waste
After thirty years of hard work, there is still no way out."
"So, father is indeed wrong." Prince Chen actually said such a sentence, which surprised everyone!
Even Augustine VI couldn't help but look at his little son in surprise.
"Father." Prince Chen stood facing the old emperor and bowed: "Please go back to the palace first. Let me handle the matters here, okay?"
"Delusion!" The eldest prince was furious: "Chen! Do you think today's things are that simple! I won't give up until my father abdicates the throne today!"
Augustine VI raised his eyebrows, and the warrior in gray robes behind him suddenly had a cold light in his eyes: "Bold! His Royal Highness! Your Majesty wants to return to the palace, let me see who dares to stop him!"
After saying that, this warrior, who was originally an ordinary warrior, suddenly took a step forward. With just one step, his appearance, which was as silent as a shadow, suddenly changed! His whole body suddenly exuded an incomparable energy.
The cold air was so cold! There was so much bloody murderous aura gathered there!
Du Wei's mental perception was the sharpest. Standing far away, he suddenly felt a stinging pain. The murderous intent of the other party was so strong that Du Wei even felt a little afraid to look at him!
"Hmph!" The eldest prince sneered: "Dear Lord Rossi, of course I dare not forget you, the famous 'grey-robed swordsman' in the mainland, but although you are powerful in martial arts, if you want to face it with the power of one person,
My tens of thousands of elites are no exception..." As he said that, the eldest prince looked at the warrior in gray coldly: "Moreover, you have been by my father's side for many years. How could I forget you! In order to deal with you,
I have prepared an opponent that is most suitable for you!"
With that said, the eldest prince turned around and whispered to a knight in full armor behind him: "The third thing I ask you to do for me: help me kill this 'grey sword master'!
"
A gentle sigh: "As you wish."
This familiar voice fell into Du Wei's ears like cold ice cubes, making him shiver! He immediately thought of the owner of the voice!
Sure enough, the knight slowly took off his helmet, revealing a thin face. His eyes were full of loneliness. He slowly took out his sword and pulled it out. The long and thin blade was shrouded in cold air.
There is a faint and terrifying aura like a snowstorm...
Beauty under the moon!
After Hussein, Rodriguez is the second paladin to appear on the mainland!!!
Rodriguez slowly took off all his armor. Wearing a robe, he walked out of the queue of heavily armored knights and looked quietly at the gray-clothed warrior on the high platform.
"Sir Rossi, I have heard your name for a long time." Rodriguez seemed to smile: "However, I don't have a good impression of you... You are called the 'Gray Sword Saint', and I have always been curious.
, with your strength, you can actually add the word 'holy' to your name!"
As he spoke, Rodriguez sighed softly. The air around him suddenly surged, and then fighting spirit burst out! The dazzling golden fighting spirit was burning like a golden flame!
The golden brilliance seemed to shock the eyes of everyone in the audience!
After a long period of silence, someone suddenly exclaimed: "Golden fighting spirit! Golden fighting spirit!! Holy, Paladin!! Omnipotent God! It's actually a Paladin!!"
Rodriguez's whole body was covered with golden light, and even his hair seemed to have turned into the color of gold. Only the famous sword "Beauty Under the Moon" in his hand was still glowing with a silvery white chill.
, a bit of paleness in a ball of golden flames, looks even more mysterious.
Rosie's face was far less calm and arrogant than before. He was holding the sword in his arms and couldn't help but change his hand!
Of course Rossi had known about Rodriguez and his "Moonlight Beauty" for a long time. But even if they met before, he didn't think he would lose to the opponent!
But... I didn't expect Rodriguez to have been promoted to a paladin!
Rossi's heart has sunk, because his own strength is only a ninth-level warrior!
Perhaps... to say he was "just" would be too belittling the gray-robed swordsman.
Because there are only a handful of extremely powerful warriors at the ninth level throughout the entire Roland continent! For example, as powerful as the temple, before Hussein appeared, the strongest master in the Holy Knights was only at the ninth level.
.
Rossi is known as the Swordsman in Gray because he only wore gray robes for many years. The word "Swordsman" actually comes from his miraculous sword skills. This Mr. Rossi is famous on the mainland.
His reputation is even more prominent than that of Rodriguez, who doesn't like to show off. It's only because he has been living in seclusion in the palace for many years and has become Augustine's personal guard that his reputation is no longer visible.
Looking at the beauty under the moon in Rodriguez's hand, he looked at the burning fighting spirit on the paladin in front of him.
Gold...it is indeed gold! The legendary gold, the gold that I cannot achieve even with all my hard work!
Suddenly the gloom on Rossi's face was swept away, and a hint of yearning suddenly appeared in his eyes, which was an almost pious look!
"Your Majesty!" The swordsman suddenly turned around and took a deep look at Augustine VI. His voice was no longer cold but full of gentleness: "How long have I been with you?"
"...It's been twenty-six years." Augustine VI suddenly saw something in Rossi's eyes that worried him. He couldn't help but said: "Rossi, you..."
"Your Majesty, how many years have we known each other?" A smile actually appeared on Rossi's gray face.
"...Fifty-four years!" Augustine VI suddenly understood something, and his trembling body suddenly straightened: "Fifty-four years!"
"Yes, fifty-four years..." Rossi looked up at the sky, as if muttering to himself: "Back then, when we were both young, we met in the frozen forest. In my heart, Your Majesty, you are as always,
You are still that young and energetic prince, my good friend. For you, I am willing to stay by your side to protect you and accompany you through these twenty-six years."
"Ross, Rossi!"
"No, Your Majesty, you are the person who knows me best in the world." Rossi whispered: "When I was young, I said that my biggest goal in this life is to advance to the 'Holy Rank' one day. It's a pity that
, I am already sixty-eight years old this year, but I still cannot reach that level. But God is merciful to me, at least it allows me to see a real saint with my own eyes, and also have the opportunity to fight against a strong saint.
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Having said this, Rossi suddenly knelt down on one knee and lowered his head deeply: "Your Majesty, I am very lucky to be your companion in my life. But from today on, Rossi can no longer accompany you!
"
After speaking, Rossi stood up, turned around and no longer looked at Augustine VI. The warrior fell from the high platform with an audacious attitude, his body like a cloud, and landed quietly on Rodriguez.
in front of!
"Saint-level powerhouse!" Rossi's voice was serious, and he nodded to Rodriguez: "Thank you for fulfilling my lifelong wish! I have been looking forward to this battle all my life!"
After saying that, he gently pulled out his sword. It was a fine sword, made of the finest steel. However, it was not inlaid with any gems, and it was obviously not blessed by magic. The hilt of the sword was made of the finest steel.
It is wrapped thinly with hemp rope. As you can imagine, it must fit very well when held!
This "grey-robed swordsman" Rossi unleashed all his fighting spirit. The fighting spirit around him gradually changed from silver to a faint golden glow... Unfortunately, it was far worse than the pure golden fighting spirit.
A lot.
Obviously, this sixty-eight-year-old warrior is already on the verge of advancing to the holy level, but he has never been able to pass this level! Now, from the color of his fighting spirit, Du Wei could tell that he might not be able to get through it again.
Even Hussein couldn't compare to when we first met him in the frozen forest.
However, despite the obvious weakness in strength, the warrior still raised his sword, his eyes calm: "Let's take action! In the name and dignity of a warrior, I beg you, please do your best!"
Rodriguez's face also became serious. His face did not show any contempt due to the strength gap between the two sides. His eyes were full of respect. Looking at the opponent in front of him, he took a deep breath:
"As you said! As you wish!"
A ball of golden fighting spirit and a ball of silver fighting spirit collided fiercely. The brilliant brilliance of the collision was reflected on the magic array light curtain in the sky, just like the souls of warriors from generation to generation for thousands of years.