The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 139: The Circle of Fighting (Part 1)

"Tiny."

This term is often used to describe things that seem insignificant in the face of great things, such as a half-gravel on the shore of God’s Blessing, or a wild flower at the foot of endless mountains. At this moment, the tertiary astrologer apprentice feels this Adjectives can’t be more suitable for yourself. Ever since the emperor Isaiba Ink walked into the Hall of Valor, the emperor’s powerful aura robbed everyone of the light, and the black crowd was like cut down wheat ears. Kneeling on the ground in the same way, only a few people wearing the five guild robes stood in the crowd, and each performed the most noble etiquette of their respective guilds. The "Joint Amnesty Decree" stipulates that astrologers will not behave. The privilege of secular power to condescend to kneel, but even if Jonah lowered his head deeply, he felt that it was an offense to His Majesty the Emperor, as if looking directly at him would commit a crime,

"Brother Yona."

Asai secretly punched the astrologer's waist and eyes. The Oriental did not kneel down. After simply holding his fists and saluting, he was looking at the back of his head enthusiastically, "Uh...what are you doing." After paying attention, Jonah felt the warm and powerful mental power coming from the staff Sirafana, his head woke up like a bucket of ice water, and then looked towards walking slowly from the snow-white carpet. The big man who walked, apart from respect, did not have the kind of deformed inferiority just now, he shook his head, "Hoo...what's going on."

"Some kind of spiritual magic, I guess." The Easterner whispered, "It should be harmless. It was generated from this hall.,, if it is more emotional, it might be from the Tocharian Empire. The emperors of the past are blessing the offspring they have never met."

"Look at you." Jonah's eyes suddenly widened, and he stepped back involuntarily, pulling at Asai's sleeves: "The person behind the emperor, will he be..."

The Oriental took a look and showed a strange expression with a smile but a smile: "It turns out that the city of gold is so small, and it's only a few minutes after the separation."

Emperor Isaiba Ink’s dress is quite formal, with golden armor, ceremonial saber hanging down to the ground, a crown full of gems, and a scarlet cloak. He holds the camel eagle scepter symbolizing the power of the Tocharian Empire in his right hand. , The emperor was about forty to fifty years old. He was tall, with a strong mandible, well-trimmed black sideburns, and a pair of majestic brown eyes behind his big hooked nose.

Beside him, slightly behind half of his body, he walked along with Prince Harimaa. The Prince was still wearing the big red brocade robe with national characteristics, the embroidered headscarf of the same color, and the golden crystal lens. Among the candidates who fell to the ground and bowed down, Emile Shakar saw the two distinguished guests of his estate at a glance, and also keenly observed the significant changes in the badge of the astrologer on Jona’s chest. He smiled and nodded, his eyes showing gambling. The ecstasy and comfort after winning a big bet,

Behind the two members of the royal family walked a group of ministers and warriors in different clothes. Among them, a man who was not surprisingly attracted the attention of Jonah and Asai. This man was wearing a military uniform with epaulettes and embroidered The top hat of the army coat of arms should be a senior officer in the garrison of the Golden City. His face is ordinary and unrememberable, but the whole team is the most fascinating except for the Emperor Tocharo. What people pay attention to is him. This person keeps emitting small flames from his collar, sleeves and trousers. The surrounding air is evaporating and rising. The people around him are still a few steps away from him, and they are still frowning. ,

"Is it him." Jonah asked in a low voice. The man in the flame was like a nightmare. He could only be driven away with all his strength. With his current strength, he couldn't fight it head-on. I have seen the face in the flame, but this man makes him feel very familiar,

"It's him, what's his name." The oriental scratched his chin. "Uh, yes, Colonel Tuva Tugan of the Guards, heir of the blood of fire, but don't be afraid, he is seriously injured. , There is no way to control the flame overflow. If you usually walk around with fire like this, it’s not strange if you don’t be half-dead as an arsonist..."

The astrologer stared fiercely at his opponent who had just fought a fierce battle not long ago, "He is not the subordinate of the Minister of State, Heremias, why would he appear here with His Majesty the Emperor?"

Asai spreads out his hands: "The political struggle is the most brainstorming thing, let's just wait and see the changes, safe."

While speaking, the Great Isaiba Ink walked past them with the minister and guards. The two men standing there did not attract the emperor’s attention. Prince Harimayah secretly raised his right thumb and did it. A gesture of appreciation, Tuva Tugan’s expression was a little confused. I don’t know if he saw the blood of heresy, he walked straight past Jona’s eyes, leaving a string of charred black on the gorgeous pure white wool carpet. Smoking footprints,

The emperor ascended the steps and took a seat on the throne in the center of the Hall of Valor. The ceremonial officer shouted: "Dear candidates, please stand up. The third selection of royal warriors this year is now beginning. Please Emil Ibn. Prince Shakar announced the rules for the selection."

Prince Harimaya walked out of the crowds, bowed to His Majesty the Emperor, and then unfolded the golden scroll: "According to the command of the 45th ruler of the Tocharian Empire, the wise, upright, and brave King Isaiba Ink , This year’s third selection of royal knights will be held. This time, ten royal guards with swords, three pioneers of the Royal Blazers and one royal camel eagle knight will be selected. Each candidate will be given to the empire. The baronial rank and the rank of major, as well as the royal sabre granted by His Majesty the Emperor himself, are the candidates for this time..." At this point, he turned his head to look at a minister next to him, and the other party hurriedly fell in the ear of the prince and said something. , "... There are a total of one hundred and forty-four people. The winner is determined by group fighting. Except for the destruction of the arena and murder, all weapons and tactics are allowed to be used. Thank you for these people who came from afar. Warriors, even if they fail to be selected as a royal warrior, there are countless opportunities to make contributions on the southeastern battlefield of the Tochara Empire waiting for the fearless brave. For thousands of years, the empire’s hall of heroes has been engraved with the names of countless heroes. May their heroes Sleeping in the expanding territory of Tochara, joining the ranks of glorious braves, gaining glory, wealth and power, this is the driving force behind the endless South Continent, and the spirit of the Tochara Empire rested on for a thousand years..."

Jonah didn’t understand what this meant. There were many people who were as confused as him. Buzzing discussions sounded, people began to whisper, and the Orientals concealed the astrologer behind a column." This emperor was not a good emperor. He wanted us to fight in groups to decide the outcome. When we were in the East, we selected dogs to fight like this. We shut many dogs that had been hungry for a few days in a small dark room, and then threw a piece of raw meat in. , I went in an hour later to find the one that was still alive, and I found the best dog fighting...Bah, it’s not even I scolded myself."

"...Your Majesty." After reading a paragraph of high-sounding nonsense, Prince Harimayan closed the scroll and respectfully asked the king on the throne to respectfully ask the king on the throne. Isaiba Yink the Great scanned the audience majesticly, using his heavy golden power. The rod hit the marble floor under the throne, making a thunderous sound, "Go."

With this loud noise, a ring of purple lightning suddenly appeared in the center of the Hall of Valor, enclosing the 144 candidates, and strangely colored, crackling thunder pillars emerged from the ground. , Reaching the high sky, several men who were too close immediately screamed and jumped away. At a distance of a few feet, the electric arc emitted by the thunder pillar can scorch people’s flesh,

The crowd fell into chaos. The quick-reacting candidates drew their weapons and chopped off at the nearest opponent. The first drop of blood splashed on the smooth marble floor. The blood and screams ignited the deepest ugliness in human nature. A melee began. Jonah and Asai hid behind the stone pillars to watch the light of the sword and the rain of blood. The Eastern lifted his leg and kicked an arm that didn’t know who belonged to him. You can hide everywhere, are you okay."

"Yes." Despite being extremely disgusted with this inexplicable battle, the third-level astrologer did not hesitate to lift up the engraving of the gods. In this troubled world, there is no need for hypocritical mercy, if killing is to achieve the goal The only way, he will firmly step into the ocean of blood,

At this moment, several figures appeared around, and Asai smiled brightly: "I will come first, you will cover."

"Wait a minute, we were sent by Prince Harimaya to help you." The leader shouted. This shout saved his life. The red dagger stopped at the Adam’s apple, only half way from the main artery. At a distance of one inch, the man swallowed, took out something from his arms with an extremely slow motion, and showed it to Jonah. He repeated: "Your Excellency Jonah, we are under Prince Harimaya. We will help you get it. The title of Royal Camelhawk Rider, please trust us."

He is holding a piece of rags embroidered with the coat of arms of the Harimaya Manor. The astrologer understands at a glance. The piece of cloth comes from the tattered blue robes he replaced on the "Midnight Star". ,,, that improper robe belonging to senior Erlan Dantlier, Jonah motioned to the Easterners to stop attacking, while wondering: "Why do you want me to get the title of that knight? I participate in the samurai The selection itself is to choose the camp of the emperor and prince, I will try my best to do it, no matter what the result is, I can accept it."

"Please accept our help, Lord Jona." The man in the navy blue tunic repeated his expression firmly again,

Jonah looked at Asai for help, and the Oriental shrugged: "I said, political struggles are the most troublesome, but since they are kind, please agree."

"Okay, what should we do." The third-level astrologer clasped Sila Fauna tightly and scanned the **** on the earth that was illuminated by the thunder pillar,