Chapter 1147 Proving Strength

How to prove strength?

Of course, it is to fight. Under the matchmaking of Elvis, the Phoenix King, who was supposed to visit the museum, looked at the training ground of the royal court thoughtfully.

Because there are only guards in the royal court, if you want to prove your strength, you naturally have to find the highest-level people. You can't ask the Lothern militia to fight with spears, which will only make Enil look weak.

When Lauren Loren, a well-known warrior, walked into the venue in military uniform, his spear immediately paid tribute to the Phoenix King.

"Your Majesty, I am the champion warrior Collinsni of Lauren Loren. This time I intend to prove to you that Enil's bravery is no less than any elf."

The confident champion warrior protected his body with gold and silver scales, and the green leaf spear flashed with thunder-like light. He was lean and strong, and his eyes were bright.

This is not a flower stand, but a bit of strength.

Imrick commented in his heart, but soon the problem arose, who should be asked to take action?

Since we don't know who to let take action, let Collinsni choose one. This is the foundation of the Phoenix Court.

As the Flame Knight Creon, the White Lion Guard Cosir, the Black Guard Kuran, and the Phoenix Guard Cartel entered one by one, the face of the champion warrior became more and more solemn.

As long as you are an elf, you must know the names of the first three.

The Flame Knight Captain Creon, who has made great achievements in the war, killed the Holy Grail grandfathers outside the Athel Loren Forest. He went to the front line with the Dragon Lord in the Elf Civil War and killed countless Dread Lords.

Needless to say, Cosir is a legendary White Lion Warrior. Except for the death of Finubar, his honor has been tarnished. He is a model of warriors.

As for Kuran Blackhand, he is even more capable of making children cry. He is the right hand of the Witch King Malekith and the actual leader of Druz.

He looked around and thought that choosing the first three was not ideal, so he chose the Phoenix Guard Cartel who looked the weakest.

Cartel, who had taken a vow of silence, said nothing. With Elvis's twitching eyebrows, he thought that His Majesty didn't want to give Anil any face at all.

Champion Warrior? But the four people on the field, except Cartel, who had a slightly weaker reputation, had killed countless champion warriors.

The Great Horned Viper Master who was taking care of Anil raised his hand quickly, "Your Majesty, isn't this a bit unreasonable... Laurent Loren Forest is just a weak kingdom, how can it compare to the elite guards selected from the ten kingdoms."

"But he is a champion warrior." Imrick scratched his cheek, looking a little confused. I am also the champion warrior of the Eternal Queen. From this relationship, the combat power seems to be on the same level.

"Ahem... This champion warrior is not that champion warrior." Elvis, who was stubborn, thought that he should just find a White Lion Guard and let the two sides fight for 300 rounds to satisfy His Majesty's eyes, instead of pretending.

"I see... You want Masno or Tyrion to play, right?"

If it's those two monsters, there's no chance...

"No, I mean, change the opponent."

"How boring! How come you become so boring after staying in the old world for so long?" Imrick waved his hand, indicating that the duel was cancelled. If you are afraid of losing, don't play. If Enil doesn't have the endurance, it's better to let the royal court take over.

Elvis gritted his teeth. This was one of the few opportunities. If His Majesty had a prejudice against Lauren Loren...

No, he had a prejudice against Lauren Loren, thinking that he was no different from the wild monkeys in Aesoloren.

"I am Marest's fiancé. Theoretically, I am qualified to represent Lauren Loren. Please allow me to pay my respects to you."

Having said that, Imrick became interested and asked Marest beside him.

"Princess Marest, can Anil agree to this?"

"My fiancé naturally has the power to protect Lauren Loren."

"Very..."

Just when she was about to say very good, the maid lowered her head and reminded her: "No matter who Elvis marries, it cannot change the fact that he will become a member of the Caledor Noble Council. This action of fighting on behalf of other countries will cause some other voices in Caledor.

It is already difficult for Beatrix to manage Windwhistle City. If the family headed by Harandur for generations knows that their future leader who they are looking forward to is fighting for the interests of other countries, you may have to go to Windwhistle City to talk to Beatrix."

Imric also tilted his head and whispered: "Why must I go? This is Elvis' idea. I believe Beatrix must have a lot of ideas about this marriage... Let him explain this action. I just want to watch the fun now."

The maid was quite helpless. This does make sense, but it is not the right move no matter how you look at it.

As Elvis came on the field, the originally deserted training ground became the focus of attention. Collinsney was an unknown little character, but the great mentor of the Horned Viper was not.

Since the time of the Herald, he has always accompanied the Dragon Lord in the charge and was determined to be the right-hand man of the future Dragon Prince. Although there were some minor accidents in the middle, honor will not lie.

The Heroic Alaros and the Bloody Battle of Cain incarnation Tyrion are all stories familiar to the elves.

Creon's reaction was the most obvious. Before the players were determined, he had already stepped towards the center of the field.

"Elvis... you stinky boy, I didn't expect to fight for some... well, Lauren Loren elves. I should teach you a lesson for Ed Tyris."

Elvis looked relaxed and didn't care much about these remarks. "Uncle Creon, I'm not the Dragon Prince. Your remarks about binding Caledor are useless to me."

Creon was furious. How could such blasphemous words come from the mouth of the son of Wind Howling City? It was simply heresy!

"Wait." Imrick suddenly stopped the attack of the captain of the Flame Knights. He thought of something more interesting.

The Phoenix King turned his head and whispered a few words to the maid.

Phyllis nodded thoughtfully, with the same subtle smile as the Phoenix King on her face.

This made Elvis feel bad. Was he going to let Masno teleport from Naggaroth? I can't beat the champion warrior.

Fortunately, the person who appeared was not Masno, but another person that Elvis didn't want to see even more.

Agsel was furious, riding a horse and rushing around the royal court. After entering the training ground and seeing his nephew confronting the Flame Knights, he was even more furious.

"Dragon Father, what did I see? A dragon prince who will become the lord of Wind Howl City actually challenged the Royal Guards of Caledor for the benefit of wild monkeys?

Wycliffe, if this is true, I will personally teach you a lesson for the blood descendants of the family who don't know the traditions!"

Aggsel, without listening to any explanation, pulled out a flag from the entrance of the training ground, tucked it under his armpit as a lance, and charged at his nephew head-on. (End of this chapter)