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Volume 1 Chapter 373 Prince Maurice

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    ¡ª¡ª Chapter 373 Prince Maurice On the contrary, it is relatively easier to break through from the inside, so as long as the leader of any fortress is not a fool, he will strictly examine the people coming and going.  However, the number of guards that Fatty saw was a bit too much. During peace, there would probably be a small group of soldiers at the entrance of the fortress responsible for inspection. During war, this number would increase to a battalion.  But today, there were two battalions of soldiers at the entrance of the fortress. The heavily defended formation seemed to be facing an attack by an army.  Among the densely packed soldiers, only a very narrow passage was left, which could only accommodate one person to pass through.  The fat man looked suspiciously at the city gate, which was still a few hundred meters away. Usually, most of the people who had to pass through the fortress were caravans traveling between the Orcs and the Holy Empire of Rome, whether they were caravans from the Empire or caravans returning from the Orcs.  They will carry a large amount of goods that need to be transported by horse-drawn carriages.  The width of the carriage was about three meters, but the current width is only about one meter, which means that the caravan at the city gate that is now heavily defended cannot pass at all.  "Did something happen?" The fat man thought to himself as he walked towards the city gate.  The best way to solve the doubts is to ask. The fat man's identity also allows him to have no scruples, at least within the territory of the Holy Empire of Rome.  "Stop." Before the fat man could reach the city gate, a captain with a long sword on his waist called out to the fat man.  "What happened?" Fatty stopped next to the captain and asked.  The team leader looked at the fat man carefully, and then said slowly: "From the Holy City?" The fat man was stunned and nodded instinctively.  "Come here, surround me." The team leader waved his hand back.  Dozens of soldiers swarmed over in a fan shape, and then surrounded the fat man tightly. The bright spears flashed with a dazzling light in the sun.  The fat man, who took a long time to react, looked at the soldiers beside him with a blank look on his face.  He remembered that he nodded and just said that he was from the Holy See City and had not done anything extraordinary.  The fat man's face became a little ugly, and then he hummed and said, "Do you know who I am?" Listening to the fat man's words, the captain's eyes suddenly lit up.  At this time, the fat man was a little hesitant. The captain's completely unreasonable behavior made him confused.  But the hesitation was only for a moment. After all, the Holy See was the real master of the Holy Empire of Rome. The identity of the Bright Knight allowed him to walk sideways in many places.  "I am a Knight of Light." The fat man said very seriously.  The squad leader did not show any fear, but instead became even more delighted. Then he waved his big hand again: "You are the one I'm going to catch" The soldier's spear was pressed against the fat man's body, and there was only a small chance of stabbing him.  Wearing Fatty's clothes, Fatty could even feel the cool air coming from the tip of the gun.  But the fat man with the spear didn't care. No matter how sharp these spears were, they couldn't pierce his fighting spirit. Instead, the tip of the spear would most likely be broken. What he cared about was why the team leader in front of him actually wanted to do it after knowing his identity.  Catch him.  "I am a Knight of Light, a real Knight of Light." The fat man carefully took out a badge from the spear ring. The pattern of the intersection of shield and sword on the badge was very delicate.  The badge is the exclusive badge of the Bright Knight. It is made by special craftsmen in the Holy See using special techniques and cannot be imitated.  It¡¯s just that this badge has lost its effect now.  "Take it away." The team leader said without even looking.  The fat man¡¯s eyebrows twisted into a knot, and fighting energy began to circulate in his body. From the appearance, his body seemed to be covered with a layer of light black sand.  But at this moment, a thick sound of string vibrations was clearly heard in the field.  The fat man raised his head and looked towards the place where the sound originated. He saw seven or eight thigh-thick arrows shining with a strange luster in the sun.  "Remade crossbow arrows" Looking at those arrows, the fat man stopped his fighting spirit.  The remade crossbow arrows are fired from a crossbow cart and are extremely powerful. A crossbow arrow requires at least three strong soldiers to shoot it.  This kind of remade crossbow is specially used to deal with the rare and powerful races of the beast tribe, such as the war beast Behemoth.  If the crossbow arrows were simply remade, Fatty probably wouldn't stop. Although the remade crossbow arrows were extremely powerful, Fatty could guarantee that he would be able to dodge them with his flexibility.  The reason why he stopped was because a faint sound of magical chanting also reached the fat man's ears.    Fatty could vaguely hear a few fuzzy bytes, which were restrictive magic spells.  Fatty felt a little dizzy due to the restricted magic and the added weight of the crossbow arrows. These things were enough to kill several behemoths, but now they were aimed at him.  It¡¯s not impossible to fight hard. With Fatty¡¯s current strength, it¡¯s possible to escape, but it¡¯s impossible to escape without any injuries.  To complete the mission, Fatty must not be injured now. Of course, the most important thing is that Fatty must figure out what happened.  The fat man lifted his guard and raised his hands high.  "Let's go." The team leader looked at the fat man strangely and said.  Fatty's movements were not restricted, but behind him there was a neat row of soldiers holding repeating crossbows. The repeating crossbows in their hands were already strung and ready to be fired at any time, and the arrows on the crossbows were  The arrows are all engraved with some strange patterns, and they seem to be specially made magic arrows.  As long as the fat man wants to run away, these crossbow arrows will be shot at him immediately.  "Hey, you have to tell me where we are going." The fat man muttered dissatisfiedly and said to the team leader in front.  The fat man was holding back a lot of evil fire in his heart. He was caught for no reason, and the team leader didn't answer any of the questions he asked. This put a nail in his heart, which was as uncomfortable as it was.  uncomfortable.  The fat man's face was a little gloomy, but he didn't burst out. Although he had more than a dozen crossbows behind his back, these crossbows hardly posed any threat to him.  Although these special magic crossbows are extremely powerful, if they fail to hit anyone, they are just a pile of garbage.  The reason why Fatty stayed here was entirely because he wanted to see where the captain was going to take him and what was there.  "We're here" After about ten minutes, the team leader suddenly stopped and turned back to the fat man and said.  Looking at the building in front of him, the fat man¡¯s eyebrows knitted together.  If Fatty guessed correctly, there should be a Colosseum ahead.  No matter where the Colosseum is, the style is barbaric and rough, and the building full of blood has no beauty at all.  Some are just mottled traces left behind after a long period of killing.  Although the hollow gate is still more than ten meters away from the venue, Fatty can clearly see the marks on the ground in the venue.  There are irregular paw prints, crack marks, and even a few large uneven pits. These things are so eye-catching in the venue.  There is no doubt that this Colosseum has a history of at least several decades.  "Why did you bring me here?" the fat man asked the team leader with a dark face.  "Because there is an adult who wants to see you." The captain grinned at the fat man.  At this time, the captain of the fortress really came into Fatty's sight. The captain was bald, very tall and strong, and his muscles were as smooth as rhino skin. There were two lines of paint on his face.  Oblique marks.  Judging from the appearance, this squad leader is definitely not from the Holy Empire of Rome. Even if he is wearing a regular military uniform, he cannot hide the aura of belonging to some rare ethnic group.  "Black gold, Russell?" Just as the fat man was observing the team leader in front of him, a voice suddenly came into his ears from a distant place.  It was a thick and powerful voice. This voice had a special flavor, just like the constant grinding of gravel on a stone, which shocked people to the core.  The fat man looked suspiciously into the depths of the Colosseum, then left the team leader in front of him and the soldiers behind him and walked towards the Colosseum.  Across this beast-like building, he would never be able to find the owner of this voice.  Watching the fat man walking towards the venue, the squad leader and soldiers did not stop him, but stayed where he was.  There was a strange and confusing smile on their faces.  As soon as he stepped into the Colosseum, Fatty felt a pair of sharp eyes staring at him. It felt like being stared at by a cheetah in the jungle.  Turning his head slightly, the fat man looked at the source of his gaze. There was a middle-aged man sitting on the steps next to the raised railing outside the Colosseum.  It was a middle-aged man with blond hair. His hair was very short and he was very muscular. His body was not very strong, but it was very powerful. His left hand was placed flat on a giant sword stuck vertically on the ground.  Whether it is the clothes on the middle-aged man or the giant sword, they are very simple, just like the primitive people who came out of some barbaric tribe, but even so, this middle-aged man is very simple.But almost no one dares to despise this person.  Looking from a distance, the middle-aged man and the sword become a seamless whole, just like a huge boulder with sharp edges. If it hits it, it will not be a bloody head but a bloody mess.  "I am Black Gold Russell." The fat man said to the middle-aged man.  "Maurice, Holy Shield." The middle-aged man smiled at the fat man, revealing his golden teeth that shone in the sun.  "Prince Mosley?" The fat man looked at the prince in front of him carefully. He could not guess what the prince's intentions were.  Why did heavy troops invite him here?  "Are you satisfied with my welcome?" Prince Morris said with a smile.  "Welcome?" The fat man thought of the remade crossbows and magicians at the city gate, and his face quickly turned livid.  "I don't like others to reject me, so I always like to use the most direct method. For a sky warrior, those arrangements may not keep you, but they can make you suffer a lot of injuries, and you are injured now.  I'm sorry." Prince Morris stood up and patted the dust on his butt with his right hand.  "" Looking at Prince Morris, who was always smiling, the fat man was very surprised.  Leaving aside the source of the news, the layout of the city gate alone is enough to show Prince Maurice¡¯s commanding ability. For an excellent commander, achieving the goal is secondary, and the first thing is how to achieve the goal.  Mosley did an excellent job in this regard. He took everything into consideration from the beginning, and there was almost no waste in staffing.  "Then, Your Highness, I wonder what your purpose is in keeping me?" The fat man rolled his eyes and said with a smile.  "I hope you can give up this mission." Prince Morris looked directly at the fat man, his eyes flashing like sharp swords.  "Give up? Why?" the fat man asked calmly.  "Do you know how many times this task was repeated in the holy year 342-400 years?" Prince Mosley said.  Before the fat man could speak, the prince continued: "In fifty-eight years, this task was repeated twelve times. A total of forty knights of light performed this task one after another, but without exception they failed.  No one came back alive." Looking at Prince Morris, the fat man frowned tightly.  There is no doubt that Prince Morris will never tell lies, which means that this task is simply an impossible task.  "The last time this mission was carried out was twenty years ago, it was carried out by the Great Knight of Light Slyer and two Knights of the Three Pole. But the result was that they never returned to the fortress." Prince Maurice  Suddenly laughed.  Conspiracy, from the words of Prince Morris, Fatty felt a strong flavor of conspiracy.  This feeling is like a poisonous snake has wrapped around the neck, and may deliver a fatal blow at any time.  It just so happens that you can¡¯t move at this time, you can¡¯t even squint.  "You must be wondering why no one told you this. Don't be surprised. I believe this task must be classified as a secret in the Holy See. Only very few people know about it." Prince Morris stood up slowly  , the giant sword in his hand made a thick "choking" sound when it was pulled out from the ground.  "If it weren't for the fact that there are some files in the fortress that record the comings and goings of special people, I believe even I wouldn't be able to tell you this." Looking at Prince Morris who turned down the stand and walked towards here step by step, the fat man opened his mouth:  "Why are you telling me this?" "I don't want to see a young knight of light with a great future die" Prince Morris said, but then he laughed again, with a voice like gravel.  As rough as the strong wind.  "I don't believe this, so how can you believe it?" Prince Morris's voice suddenly became serious: "I can't tell you the reason, I just hope you can give up." The fat man became more and more confused.  , as Prince Maurice got closer and closer, he couldn't see the prince clearly. It seemed that there was a hazy layer of sand in front of the prince.  But the sound of the giant sword slicing across the ground became clearer and clearer in Fatty's ears. The thick sound was as heart-stopping as the shouts of thousands of troops on the battlefield.  It was indeed like this. Although it was just a very monotonous sound, it made Fatty feel a strong sense of crisis.  Looking at Prince Morris who stopped ten meters in front of him, the fat man became a little silent.  His brain was running rapidly, trying to connect all the information he knew.He started, but he still couldn't do it.  There was so little information, whether it was obtained from the mission or conveyed by the prince's mouth, that he simply could not put everything together.  The fat man¡¯s instinct drove him to make the decision to give up. According to Prince Morris, assassinating the wolf chief priest would definitely lead to death.  How could a great knight complete a mission in which two three-pole knights died?  But not long after, the fat man smiled bitterly, and he suddenly realized that he had no way out.  It¡¯s easy to give up, but what happens after you give up?  What's waiting for him next?  As long as he exists in the Holy See, as long as those people still exist, there will be countless conspiracies and traps waiting for him.  He had no choice.  From the first day he entered the Holy See, Fatty has embarked on a road of no return.  He can't give up now, and he insists that there are many big people supporting him behind his back, but once he gives up, he can think of what is waiting for him with his buttocks.  The fat man shook his head helplessly at Prince Morris.  Looking at the fat man, Prince Morris became silent.  At this time, the wind picked up in the Colosseum, and a whistling sound sounded in the huge open space.  "Can I go?" After a long silence, the fat man suddenly said to Prince Morris cautiously.  "Is your belief really that strong?" Prince Morris suddenly asked an inexplicable question.  The fat man understood. What Prince Morris meant was whether he could give up his life for the God of Light and the Holy See.  If Fatty has faith, then it is definitely not the bullshit Holy See and the God of Light.  But at this time, he had to pretend to be upright and die generously. He had no choice but to act well.  "The Knight of Light is the strongest shield and the sharpest spear of the God of Light. If you are afraid of death, then you are not worthy of being a Knight of Light." The fat man said impassionedly.  Prince Morris was silent again, his sharp sword-like eyes staring straight at the fat man, as if he wanted to see something.  But he found nothing.  A sudden clanging sound suddenly sounded at the contact point between the giant sword and the ground.  The giant sword drew a black blurred shadow in the air and struck at the fat man from top to bottom.  Just when the giant sword fell, a crack appeared in front of Prince Morris. The crack continued to spread forward, and a golden fighting spirit energy continued to escape outwards.  The target of this sword is Fatty.  Looking at the vindictive energy that contained incomparable destructive power, the fat man did not move. He just looked at Prince Morris in front of him, as if he wanted to see something from the prince's face.  In just the blink of an eye, the fighting spirit energy had already hit the fat man, but suddenly exploded less than one centimeter away from the fat man's toes.  The golden fighting spirit stirred up layers of air waves, ruffling the corners of Fatty's clothes, but did not harm Fatty.  More to come, address
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