Thales' whole body trembled, and he subconsciously turned his head again, looking around nervously.

here we go again!

who?

who is it?

That's right.

He was sure that someone was talking to him - like whispering in his ear.

Thales couldn't remember the characteristics of that voice, but those words were extremely clear!

Could it be... Thales thought nervously: Is it Yodel? Is it the invisible masked guard?

No, it's impossible.

That voice... is completely different from Yodel's hoarse voice!

Thales was a little panicked.

After making sure that no one spoke, he looked at the chief priest of the Bright Moon Temple with his eyes closed in disbelief.

No way?

Thales' actions attracted the attention of others. Shless cast a curious look at him, while Putilai frowned and stared at him, seeming to scold him for his gaffe.

Thales was shocked when he came back to his senses. He quickly turned around and stood solemnly.

Finally, the strange tinnitus disappeared.

But the doubts and panic in Thales's heart only continued to rise.

"Haoyue has already responded," Priest Holm opened his eyes, and there was no fluctuation in his clear eyes: "The gods did not object."

In the hall, many people sighed, but the princes remained silent.

"In this case, a duel is inevitable," the officiant said calmly in a low voice, "and I will bear witness on behalf of the gods."

No one had any objections anymore.

The old king showed a satisfied expression and returned his gaze to his opponent.

In silence, Grand Duke Perfit gradually calmed down and eased his rapid breathing.

Then, when he looked at King Nun, a strange color appeared in his eyes.

"Haha... very good," the young Grand Duke showed a strange smile: "You said it too, didn't you?"

"The duel is issued in the name of the king..."

"I cannot and have no right to refuse."

Perfit raised his head with a sinister gaze: "Then what are we waiting for?"

King Nun also smiled, his eyes shining brightly.

But Thales was in a state of confusion at this time.

I'm watching you.

I warned you.

What does it mean?

Thales forcibly suppressed his thoughts and did not think about the abnormality he just heard.

He shook his head, as if he could get these words out of his head.

He has enough troubles already, he has to deal with them one by one.

Thales raised his head and watched blankly as the White Blade Guards personally left the stage and moved away the heavy long table in the center of the hall. Everyone retreated and dispersed, leaving enough space for the duel.

As the crowd retreated to a brazier, Thales discovered that there were five or six steps on the edge of the oval Hall of Heroes against the wall, and there was an open space in the center.

Just like the Colosseum in the previous life in the memory fragments - Thales suddenly had a thought in his heart: Could it be that this meeting hall in the Palace of Heroes was originally prepared for duels?

"I don't know if it's luck or misfortune," Putilai exhaled through his nose and said with an indistinguishable emotion: "When you visit Exeter for the first time, you can watch a rare duel."

Thales showed an unattractive smile: "Does the king have to go out in person?"

"According to regulations, you can seek an agent for duels in the imperial era," Putilai whispered: "But this is the Northland, the Northland after the collapse of the empire - the duel must be faced personally, even if you are the king.

Respect."

"Although I have heard about the custom of dueling in the North," Marquis Slys next to them sighed: "This is my first time to witness it. God, a seventy-year-old king versus a thirty-year-old grand duke,...

No matter what the outcome is, this will be enough to talk about for a whole year after I go back."

"Duels are not often held? Doesn't the King Selection end with a duel? Doesn't every Grand Duke who aspires to become a king have to prepare for a duel?" Thales continued to ask.

"The duel at the King Selection Conference is limited to the same number of votes and it is difficult to make a decision, and that situation has not happened for a long time." Putilai shook his head: "I heard that at the King Selection Conference more than 30 years ago, Nunn VII

With the support of six grand dukes, there is no chance of a duel."

"I heard that the Grand Duke of Lombard in the Black Sand Territory once defeated his brother in a duel and seized the right to inherit?" Watching the two people in the field taking off their robes, Lord Michael arranged the venue solemnly, Tai

Erls asked with a bad look on his face.

Putilai nodded.

"That duel made him famous. From then on, Charmaine Lombard's reputation spread throughout the country, and even the stars heard about it." Putilai's face was heavy: "Exeter has rarely seen such a bloody, violent, terrible, but

The lord who made his followers excited - Lumba was then entrusted with the important task of being an envoy to the stars."

"At the same time, the other lords are deeply afraid of him. After all, he is a terrifying person who can even attack his own brothers." Marquis Slys curled his lips: "This is the conclusion I got from visiting the cities in the North."

"But this duel is too hasty... Are all the people in the North crazy?" Thales gritted his teeth: "Hasn't he thought about the consequences of failure?"

At this moment, a cold voice came:

"In the North, duels are sacred rituals."

Nicolai the Fallen Star appeared beside them at some unknown time, staring intently at the two people confronting each other in the hall: "It can prove whether you are a selfish villain who only dares to hide among the army and guards, or you are a selfish villain who only dares to hide in the army and guards.

A strong hero who is willing to risk his life for the goal in his heart?"

Thales exhaled and shrugged.

In the center of the hall, King Nun was left with only a convenient and flexible tight-sleeved battle robe, embroidered with the emblem of the Dragon Spear in the Clouds. The same was true for Perfit opposite him, with the emblem of the Blood Shoe exposed on his left shoulder.

"I proposed the duel," King Nunn stared at Perfitt closely: "As for the weapons, it's up to you to choose."

Perfit took a deep breath and paused for a few seconds.

"Great axe."

The young Grand Duke raised his head and looked at King Nun calmly, "A double-sided giant axe, just like that."

King Nun's pupils narrowed slightly.

People in the hall burst into boos.

"Ha," Grand Duke Trudida smiled at Grand Duke Olesio: "Cunning boy."

Grand Duke Ronnie snorted disdainfully: "Coward."

"Giant axe? Is it what I thought?" Thales' heart moved and he turned around and asked.

"The double-sided giant ax requires extremely high endurance and strength, and the destructive power of cutting is astonishing. It once flourished in the war against the orcs," Nikolai said quietly: "But nowadays, this kind of ax rarely appears on the battlefield.

It’s a cumbersome weapon—even the axemen in the North prefer lightweight single-edged fighting axes.”

"Smart choice," Putilai narrowed his eyes and shook his head: "He is bullying King Nun's age."

Soon, weapons were delivered.

Thales looked at the two large weapons carried up by the guards in disbelief: the heavy two-hand handles were almost half the length of the body, plus two half-moon-shaped ax blades the size of chests, reflecting a ferocious metallic luster, and the top of the ax head also extended

The sharp blade used to thrust out all illustrates its power and terror.

Thales swallowed: the weight of this giant ax is probably twice his body weight.

He remembered that on the battlefield of Broken Dragon Fortress, one of the opponents Alaka faced used such a giant axe--although in the end, the wrath of the kingdom took away his weapon and hit the opponent's face with an axe.

Perfitt turned his eyes, glanced at King Nunn opposite, and chuckled.

He grabbed the giant ax handed over by the guard with one arm and tested the weight.

Immediately, the muscles of the young Grand Duke's arms trembled and he raised the giant axe.

Perfit showed a satisfied smile. He turned around and swung the giant ax back and forth. The sound of the ax blade breaking through the air was clearly audible.

Seems pretty easy.

Thales looked at his comfortable posture and was speechless.

"This thing is quite choking," Perfit put the giant ax on his shoulder. He raised his head and looked sharply at King Nunn, who was also standing in front of the weapon: "Be careful not to slip away, Your Majesty."

King Nun ignored him.

The old king just stretched out a hand, gently pressed on the ax handle, pinched it in several places, then took a deep breath and grabbed the ax handle with both hands.

Thales frowned.
To be continued...