Zhan En and Xi Lai, who were originally watching the competition on the field, both looked sideways.

"Uh, of course, haha," Thales was stunned for a second, then he forced a smile and looked at brother and sister Kevin Dill, "As you know, Huaiya and I have a very good relationship for so many years."

The Iris brother and sister frowned and returned their gaze to the field.

"Well, Huaiya..." the prince said awkwardly, "Duke Zahn and I still have something to discuss - can you wait under the stands like before?"

"Yes - ah?" Huaiya's face turned pale at first, and then he took a deep breath, seeming to have made up his mind, "But, Your Highness, I, I have been away from you for too long, and I miss you very much. Can I stay with you?"

Together, not much, just for a little while?"

Zhan and Heeley turned their heads again, with strange expressions on their faces.

Thales' smile froze on his face.

"Hehe, I told you, we have a good relationship, okay, then you can just stay." Facing them, Thales naturally pointed to the arena to change the subject, "Ah! Look at those two players.

!One black and one white, so awesome!”

The brother and sister turned back with doubts on their faces.

"Everyone in the audience, look at him! The Sword of Destiny of Good Luck, he is blocking the sword for his teammates, clearing the way for them, forcing several people back along the way!"

Following the host's words, the audience looked towards the scene he was explaining - it was the two people Thales was talking about:

In the melee, a black-armored warrior stepped forward, his long sword flying, and flexibly weaving in and out at a speed that was incompatible with his heavy armor and size. He knocked down several people within ten seconds. In the melee between the contestants,

Fight a bloody path.

And a helmet-covered swordsman in white followed him, taking steps with his sword in no hurry. He passed by the players lying on the ground moaning and screaming. Whenever someone wanted to sneak attack him from behind, the one in front would

The black-armored warriors had already anticipated this, and either turned around to defend themselves or threw from a distance to protect the white-robed swordsman.

"That black guy, is he... protecting another person?" Hilley asked doubtfully.

Thales was about to reply, but he keenly noticed that at some point, Wyatt quietly picked up Thales's sword - "Warning Man".

strangeness.

Thales' eyebrows moved, and he straightened up calmly, feeling the JC dagger tied to his lower back.

The moderator's deliberately protracted voice echoed in the arena, asking the same question as Heeley:

"He and his teammates, are they another team of knights who are touching and loyal to each other? Or are they the bodyguards and thugs at home fighting endlessly for the reputation of the young master? Or is it the tacit walk-out battle that the audience hates the most? Or...

Another pair of lovers who fell in love at first sight on the battlefield and protected each other through life and death? Let us wait and see what the truth is!"

Seeing this scene, the audience talked a lot:

"Again? Another one who pays to be escorted?"

"Whose gilded young man is this?"

"Hey, this is called training at the grassroots level, experiencing life, and enriching your resume!"

"Can you still play like this?"

"This is a team competition. By default, you can use any means. As long as you can win, you can play whatever you want!"

"Then what's the point of this?"

The black-armored warriors and the white-clothed swordsmen in the field work in pairs, one outside and one inside, moving and still, almost invincible. The players who are fiercely fighting around them center around them and unknowingly create a vacuum zone.

Moving slowly with the steps of the black-armored warrior.

"Oh, the Bischoff players have traveled all the way to break through the encirclement, do they want to occupy a favorable position and fight to the end? Then they have gone far enough!"

But at this moment, the moderator’s cadence of explanation changed its rhythm:

"Wait, why are they heading towards... No, no, no! Player Bischoff! You can't cross this line, do you hear me? This is a foul, and points will be deducted or even... go back, go back! This direction is not a competitive area.

, you can’t come here to fight, and you can’t come here to escape from the fight! If you don’t want to fight, just surrender and admit defeat... This place is already close to the hosting platform, and there are also microphone lines, which are very expensive... Hey, guards, where are the guards? Guards,

Drive them back!"

The host's voice was amplified and spread throughout the arena, instantly grabbing the attention of the audience. Everyone stood up one after another, curious, and Thales and others also subconsciously turned their heads and looked below the hosting platform:

Several guards faced the black-armored warrior, drew their weapons and scolded him to go back.

But there was only a flash of sword light, and the leading guard fell to the ground with a groan in pain. The rest were still surprised, and before they could react, they were knocked down by the black-armored warriors one after another!

Thales was shocked when he saw it, and Zhan and Hilley also subconsciously leaned forward.

Huaiya stood behind Thales and swallowed.

Under the attention of the entire arena, the white-robed swordsman followed behind the black-armored warrior. He did not draw a single sword, but his posture was comfortable and his steps were light.

It's like patrolling your own kingdom.

"Foul! Hey! This is the sacred election! You can't do this! No! You can't attack the guards!"

On the hosting stage, the host of the event waved his hands angrily, and his voice spread throughout the arena:

"They are no match for you! They will cancel the results! Well, if there are any casualties, be prepared to go to jail! No matter how big the official is, it won't work!"

However, the two players, one black and one white, ignored it and just moved forward.

Teams of guards came from various channels to reinforce, but the team competition was still in progress, and the melee situation in the field was complicated, making it impossible for them to assemble and enter the field at the same time to punish the offenders. They could only arrive one after another, but one team after another.

One after another they were knocked down by the black-armored warriors.

Perhaps they had never seen such a scene before, but many spectators were in high spirits. They stood up one after another and continued to cheer for this pair of contestants who broke the rules.

"What's going on?" Thales narrowed his eyes.

"Is that the person you're looking for?" Hilley leaned forward.

"I don't know yet," Zhan said with his eyes wide open, looking at the increasingly chaotic team competition and the special pair of contestants, "but I will know - in the cell."

At this moment, the Seychelles knight hurried up to the stands and came to Zhan:

"Your Majesty the Duke! We found him!"

Xi Lai frowned and turned back: "What did you find?"

The Seychelles knight glanced at Thales and Hilley with concern, and then coughed under Zhan's eyes:

"Sir, please ask me to pay attention to any suspicious things in the field outside the defense..."

"The key point." Zhan En spoke concisely and concisely, without even looking at him, but it made Seychelles shudder.

"Yes, sir. The violator wearing black armor should be the top eight player Tate Bischoff." Seychelles glanced at the two players, one black and one white, on the opposite side of the arena, "We just

He was found in a barrel, or in other words, the real him was knocked unconscious and tied up before being stuffed in."

The three of them frowned.

"No surprise, I'm pretending to be someone else." Zhan En snorted coldly.

Xi Lai narrowed his eyes: "So, who is that under the black armor?"

"I don't know yet," Seychelles stared at the black-armored figure in the distance, "but obviously, he is not weak in skill."

Behind Thales, Huaiya hesitated to speak.

At the same time, the black-armored warriors in the field stopped under the hosting platform.

He turned around and looked at the swordsman in white behind him.

"Go ahead, Seychelles. Don't wait any longer. Just surround them and try to capture them alive. If there is any resistance, huh," the Duke of South Bank ordered to Seychelles, "If there are still accomplices, they should be unable to sit still at this time."

.”

Seychelles nodded and accepted the order.

"I still don't understand," Thales wondered, "Those two guys, they didn't approach our stands, they didn't try to assassinate or kidnap key people, they didn't even try to win, and they attacked the guards in such a high-profile manner...

What are you trying to do? Are you trying to break out because you realize your plan failed?"

"I don't know," Zhan En shook his head, "but based on past experience, all they can do is kill people."

Kill people and take lives.

At that moment, Thales' eyes moved as he looked at the location of the black-armored warrior.

"Kill and take lives... If you don't kill and take lives," the prince murmured, "no one will listen."

"What?" Zhan asked.

No one is listening…

listen……

The next second, Thales was shocked when he thought of something and stood up subconsciously!

As he spoke, Seychelles turned to the guards under the Duke's stand and shouted an order:

"Emerald Legion! Weapons!"

Whoosh!

The order was issued, and the sergeants around the Duke's stand unsheathed their swords in unison!

They were well-trained and impressive, and even frightened many spectators in the surrounding stands.
To be continued...