Chapter 1032 The Fearless

"Your Excellency Masno wishes to allow Oliveira the Fearless to participate in the Blade Ceremony. I wonder if you agree."

"Huh?" Malekith was confused at first. Although he had been wandering in the Chaos Demon Realm for many years, the Witch King had heard of Oliveira's reputation.

The actual second-in-command of the Northern Army, who was given the title of Fearless Blade by Imrik, is already a blade lord comparable to Ulthuan in terms of honor. Why would he want to participate in a blade competition held by Druchi? ceremony.

Giving away your head for free?

Malekith, who thought there was some trick, thought for a long time, analyzing various possible situations, including whether it was Imrik's conspiracy to have someone disguise himself as Oliveira to kill the opponent in the ritual. Light, in order to undermine Druchi's morale.

Or make some tricks and organize death squads to carry out assassination operations?

After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't make up his mind, so he cautiously asked Malekith to lower his authority and ask the envoy,

"Only Oliveira?"

"He is the only one. Lord Masnow promised to have a team of Trudeau monitor him all the way to Sunset Canyon, but you must ensure his safety on the way.

Everything that happens in the duel arena is decided by Edreze. "

Malekith was quite confused, really confused. From any point of view, this was not beneficial to Assur.

Even if Oliveira is possessed by Edreze, there is no way he can defeat hundreds of elite Druchi warriors in the duel. Send a commander out of thin air to arouse public resentment, or is someone excluding political opponents?

But no matter what, Malekith had no reason to refuse the move that was clearly intended to undermine Caledor's morale.

"What if Oliveira had an accident on the way."

The envoy smiled slightly, "I believe the champion warrior will regret this."

This is not a threat, but it is also the most direct threat. Malekith needs prestige and can keep a trivial promise without paying much price.

"That's right, Oliveira will participate in the blade ceremony under Edred's watch as Caledo's representative."

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Five days later, Oliveira, who was still wearing the old Ysrama silver armor, walked out of the fortress and walked towards a group of Nagarond black guards.

Different from the simple equipment on the battlefield, this time he brought two swords, one was a standard magic sword when he was granted a noble title, and the other was a sword guard given by the prince. There was also an honorary title hanging on his chest. medal.

For a long time, he has kept the sword and medal symbolizing his noble status in a wooden box, and this decision, which is like going to death, will determine whether Oliveira is worthy of this title.

He who is fearless can conquer even death.

The Black Guards of Nagarond held the Phoenix King's flag and escorted the warriors all the way to the border between Nagaryth and Tyran Loch. During the horseback ride, neither party communicated.

Instead, they tried their best to be wary of the opponent's sudden attack. Even though the Witch King and the Champion Warrior promised that there would be no accidents on the way, who could guarantee it.

Sunset Canyon, this is a valley that was once the honorary place of the Phoenix King. Legend has it that Aenarion once faced an enemy of Khorne. The fierce battle between the two sides pushed the mountain down and physically created a radius of two A huge pit of more than 100 meters.

Although this legend is a bit nonsense, Sunset Canyon is still a very important place. The Shadow King once used this place as a training ground in the rear, and countless Druchi's screams and torture are hidden in it.

Adreze's influence in elf society is not very deep, but every elf who wants to specialize in fighting will respect the Lord of Blades in his heart.

Unlike Kane, the god of murder who is happy as long as he bleeds no matter how he kills, Ed Reize, the Lord of Blades, will only appreciate superb martial arts and determination to fight, and win in an "honorable" way. Earn his favor.

And this also makes the duel field full of variables, especially when a red and white painted armor looks particularly abrupt among the black and purple-based Druzi, this change becomes more and more unpredictable.

The person who presided over the blade ceremony was a blade lord whose arm was crippled. He stood at the entrance of the canyon with a deep expression, and his empty right cuff was fluttering in the wind.

And Oliveira happened to know this host. The wasted arm was the result of using flesh and blood to receive Masno's sword. The blue and angry frost made the wound extremely fatal. In addition to cutting off the arm, There is no other way to survive.

And this Blade Lord happened to know Oliveira.

His eyes were full of viciousness, and he wished he could immediately draw out the mercer knife to avenge the broken arm.

Oliveira had a sarcastic look on her face. She was already walking here. Are she still worried about causing hatred?

Today, either these Druzis will die or I will die. There is no room for maneuver.

"Odener, maybe you should believe in the God of Decay. His love will definitely reattach your severed hand, and the tentacles can also use knives, right?"

Odener responded with the same sarcasm, "I will use all the gold and slaves to buy your skin, dry it into a cloak and hang it on your body. I hope you can still say such beautiful and moving words in the future."

"That's a pity. I can't participate in the blade ceremony, so I can't chop off your other hand with my sword."

"Haha." Odener sneered a little, turned around and asked his servants to push open the door engraved with the blade. No Asul could leave the blade ceremony alive.

The Lord of Blades walked behind the door, and the special magic allowed his voice to echo clearly in the canyon. Facing the hundreds of Druchi warriors in the field, he introduced the visitor in the most high-spirited tone.

"The nobles of Caledor's court, the warrior who was awarded the title of Fearless Blade by the dragon lord, and the vanguard of the Anaheim Northern Army—Oliviera!"

The bloodthirsty atmosphere gathered in the venue like a substance, and every Druchi focused on the red and white figure at the door. This was a battle that could not be lost.

If he wins, he will not only receive Edreze's gift, but also win the favor of the Witch King and gain a high position in the Phoenix King's Court in the future.

Oliveira took a step forward and kicked Odener away unceremoniously. A Drucci is not worthy of introducing Caledo's court nobles. You should hide in the gutter and eat shit.

Regardless of whether there is magic blessing or not, so that the voice can be heard by all Druchi, the fearless man said passionately,

"Today, I come with the will of the Dragon Lord. The Lord of Blades will not give gifts to the weak. In my eyes, all the Druzi present will be sacrificed for me to obtain the gifts of Edreze.

Killing me, or being killed by me, is the fate of this duel! "

I don't know who cast the spell, but Oliveira's voice echoed clearly throughout the canyon, and its provocation was comparable to shitting on Drucci's head.

It also made Malekith, who was in charge, very embarrassed. He didn't expect that this little civilian noble would be louder than the Dragon Prince. (End of chapter)