Duke Manton, who was pruning flowers in the courtyard, suddenly heard the news that someone had broken into the manor. The old lord shook his hand and cut one by mistake before frowning.
Maybe it's an assassin or something.
"Catch the man and I'll interrogate him later."
The old Baron calmly and freely ordered him to go on, even without looking back. But a moment later, he was a little strange because he didn't hear the servant's response.
He turned his head, and the servant fell to the ground without knowing when. In front of me was a young man, a white middle-aged man.
He didn't know the middle-aged man at all, but the young man absolutely wanted to know.
What has the old lord Manton never seen over the years? After a flash of surprise on his face, he regained his composure. He generally moved slowly for a few steps and asked calmly, "Master Wang is very carefree. I remember I didn't invite you?"
"The old lord had better not move."
The figure flashed, and the white middle-aged man had stood in front of the old lord Manton.
"Presumptuous, what do you want to do? Do you know who I am?" the old lord suddenly snapped.
Lv60 Duke of Manton.
Unexpectedly, the brother of Peter 43 was even higher than Peter 43, even equal to the dead ghost warrior. Aborigines can only judge the strength of their opponents by feeling old. If the enemy deliberately conceals the so-called breath, it will lead to misjudgment.
But for the chosen ones, there is no such problem. It is clear at a glance that the number of levels is the number of levels.
"Old lord, let me talk to you about something."
Zhao Nan pointed to a pavilion in the courtyard, "sit over there."
It seems that in order to show his sincerity, he took the lead in moving forward and left the old Lord an unprepared figure. White bone Gregory just made a gesture of invitation, "old lord."
Duke Manton thought a few times and vaguely guessed the purpose of Master Wang's coming today... Has the plan of Tianyang pass been seen through?
But shouldn't this man be at Tianyang pass now?
But for a moment, the old lord suddenly felt something wrong. In fact, it's just a whim!
It's dangerous!
Life threatening!
But at this moment, the young master Wang had sat down in the Pavilion! The old lord suddenly turned back, and the middle-aged man who followed him just carried his hands and cast strange eyes!
Feel stronger!
He turned his head again, and Zhao Nan still sat there motionless!
The threat of death has made the heart beat strongly! The old lord instinctively made a choice! He broke out his strongest sword power and waved his fist at the middle-aged man!
However, when his fist fell on the middle-aged man and even burst his body into flesh and blood, atomizing the blood into a ball and traveling in the air, what he saw in front of him was only a gray human white bone!
Poof!!
A low voice appeared, and after a figure penetrating the object was sent out, the old lord's pupils expanded instantly. The attack comes from the side!
What did he see?
He saw two as like as two peas! One was still sitting in the pavilion, the other was holding a long black sword and pierced his heart from the side! The power of the sword has been dissatisfied with me. Ordinary weapons, let alone through, will bounce away even when they collide!
At this moment, Duke Manton's heart was full of panic. However, in panic, the white bone in the shape of a white man suddenly waved the white bone arm, closed five pale finger bones, turned into a sharp blade, and suddenly inserted into his body. It seemed that some strange force was introduced into his body from these finger bones, making his internal organs begin to age rapidly!
A blood clot came out of his mouth and dyed his collar red. The old lord said, "you... Incredibly... Move, do it!"
"Because I don't have time to play power games with you."
He took out the soul eating sword and stood in front of the old lord. In fact, it was the noumenon. The jade body of the boundary sitting in the pavilion also disappeared into the air.
Zhao Nan glanced at Duke Manton's rapidly disappearing blood trough and whispered, "but your body will continue to move down."
The rapidly degenerated internal organs and pierced heart have reduced Duke Manton's physical strength to the lowest point, and even his thinking has become extremely difficult!
"I... I won't let you go... Even if I die... I... I will..."
Poof!
At the moment, the other hand of white bone gergro was inserted into Duke Manton's mouth without hesitation, blocking his last words.
The white bones of the life box knew very well that their masters never liked to hear the curses of the dead.
"Can't you say something constructive before you die?" white bone gegro sneered. "No, you can only blame yourself for living a few seconds less."
Prince Manton's breathing stopped gradually in his bitter eyes.
Then comes the 'dressing up' of white bone gegro!
A moment later, Duke Manton, who had a strange breath, appeared in front of Zhao Nan again, holding his head with both hands and fiddling with it constantly.
After another moment, white bone Gregory finally adjusted the new dress. Except that his face was a little pale and his body was stained with blood, he could not see that he was no longer the old lord Manton.
"Master, I've found a very interesting thing." white bone Gregory suddenly said, "this is a very secret in Manton's memory."
"Tell me." Zhao Nan is not particularly interested.
The Duke of a kingdom is as small as an ant in the paradise world. No matter how big the secret is, it's no big deal.
"Do you remember the ghost warrior who was cursed by the people of Peter's royal family and had to be loyal to the royal family all the time?" white bone gegro said: "last time, I used the ghost warrior's body to find the royal mausoleum. Unfortunately, I couldn't open the Royal Mausoleum and returned in vain."
"Manton knows how to open the Royal Mausoleum?" Zhao Nan moved in his heart.
"The secret of the royal mausoleum was handed down from generation to generation, but Duke Manton still knew it in some ways," said white bone Gregory
Zhao Nan waved his hand. "It doesn't matter what the way is. Talk about later things."
Gregory nodded: "In addition to controlling the blood curse of the ghost warrior, the imperial mausoleum also hides the inheritance power of the knight King's family! After the birth of each new king, he will be brought into the imperial mausoleum to accept the inheritance of the knight king. Unfortunately, since the death of Peter I, until now, only one of the forty-two presidents can succeed. After his death, he will succeed again The power of inheritance has been put back into the king's mausoleum. Until now, there is still no successor. "
"Knight... Wang family?" Zhao Nan frowned.
Speaking of it, the first guardian in the temple of Fengcheng is the appearance of a knight in gold armor.
"Oh, Peter's royal family is also called the knight King's family." white bone Gregory sorted out the information he knew in his mind and said after a while: "it may be strange to say that the knight King's family is one of the six heroes in the world. It should be said that the real identity of the brilliant Knight king is Peter I."
"The power of inheritance must be inherited by people with Peter's royal blood?" Zhao Nan frowned.
Six hero classes.
According to various data and speculation, the potential of each of the six hero classes should be equal!
"Indeed, it seems," said white bone Gregory: "From Manton's memory, we know that the immediate members of Peter's royal family have a blood called 'Guanghui' in their bodies. Each generation of heir to the throne will try to inherit the power of inheritance. Generally, only the knight king can inherit the power at most. Only the excellent royal family members can awaken the 'Guanghui' blood, which is called the real Guanghui cavalry Shi Wang. "
Can't even the chosen one complete the transfer of the shining knight?
Zhao Nan immediately thought.
Suddenly, my heart moved.
It is not necessarily the chosen one who completes the transfer... Perhaps when the aborigines complete the inheritance, they will automatically become the chosen one?
It shows that phinena, or the night moon.
I believe there should be a lot of such special existence in the whole paradise world, which has transformed from Aboriginal people to God chosen people?
"Master... Do we?" asked white bone Gregory.
Zhao Nan paced for a moment and then said, "follow the plan first. After handling the affairs of the King City as soon as possible, go to the king's Mausoleum again to see the situation. If you can, bring out the power of inheritance."
"Yes."
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The old lord's manor suddenly broke into two guys, and many bodyguards in the manor were put on the ground. After these people woke up, they hurried to the old lord's place.
But I just saw the old lord sitting alone in the pavilion with a gloomy face. A group of bodyguards were scolded so bloody that they didn't dare to say anything. They were even ordered not to reveal today's affairs. Anyone who talked nonsense would be executed immediately.
The people were silent as if cold cicadas, and the sound should be.
Not long ago, a servant rushed over, holding a startled bow bird in his hand, "Sir, the secret letter from Tianyang pass."
Duke Manton waved his left back, took out the secret letter alone, looked at it, and then made a strange mockery.
"It's really slow... If it had been earlier, the old Lord didn't know if he would have made more preparations?"
The secret letter was sent by head Romon, who was in tianyangguan Town: the plan failed, reconsider.
That's eight words.
After the Duke of Manton burned this secret letter, he soon wrote another one and asked commander Romon to stand still for the time being and obey the king's orders first.
Every country's power is intertwined, but it will mostly focus on a fixed number of people.
"The master can make the queen obedient, and now he has received everything from Manton... The kingdom is his. Tut tut......"
In the afternoon, a carriage hurried to the manor.
Deputy commander Oscar, the grandson of Lord Manton. The old lord has a son and a daughter. His son has not yet had a son, but his daughter has a son. Oscar is the third generation alone.
He is the young master here, and the passage is unimpeded.
"Grandpa, I heard that Master Wang is planning the five nation alliance with the queen." Oscar bowed his head and handed a document to Duke Manton. "This is the document I copied. Please have a look!"