Great Lord Cultivation System

Chapter 203 Whose Army Is This?

Looking at the few people confronting each other on the stage, Adam frowned slightly, and the good auction has turned into what it is now.

When everyone under the wooden platform saw the dagger under Hubert's feet, they all exclaimed in disbelief. Who is this tall and short man who dares to treat His Royal Highness like this? Aren't they afraid of being killed by Tianying Principality? Are masters and troops hunting down?
On the wooden platform, the short man smiled and said, "Prince Hubert, I'm sorry about this elf, but there are rules for each line, I think it's better for us to follow the rules. Don't make things difficult for us!"

Hubert said blankly: "Rules? My words are the rules of the Principality of Tianying! Leave the people to me!"

The Iron Masked General walked to Hubert's side, carefully protecting him, and at the same time reminded him in a low voice: "Your Highness, these two are eighth-level fighters! Be careful!"

Hubert nodded, with his hands behind his back, he gestured to the soldiers, and the soldiers surrounded the wooden platform.

Hubert didn't believe that in the Principality of Tianying, anyone would dare to do anything to him. As long as something happened to him, these slave hunters would have no way to leave the Principality of Tianying!Even if it is an eighth-level fighter!
The tall man with the knife laughed, and was indifferent to the soldiers who were waiting solemnly in the audience: "Your Highness Hubert, what are you doing? You have flooded the Dragon King Temple, we don't want to fight with you, iron face We have heard about the prestige of the general for a long time. I hope His Highness can see my lord's face, let us go this time, and don't make it difficult for us!"

The tall man's tone was low-key, and his posture was very low. If Hubert hadn't insisted on taking Alice away and had murderous intentions towards the strong man presiding over the auction, the two of them would not have jumped out.

The people in the slave hunting group came here just to make a fortune, and they didn't want to have a direct conflict with Hubert, but the rules they should abide by must be followed. If they let Hubert take Alice away, they will lose 10,000+ God's favor coins, just for this behavior of breaking the rules, it is difficult for their slave hunting group to get along in the circle.

Hubert frowned slightly and said, "Your lord? Who is it!"

Although Hubert is a prince, he has experience in handling domestic affairs, big and small. He knows very well that behind every powerful slave hunting group there is an equally powerful backer.

The short man standing aside smiled slightly, and threw something in the shape of a token towards Hubert.

Hubert stretched out his hand and took the token in his hand. Hubert looked intently and his pupils constricted. He glanced at the smiling tall and short people, and put away the token calmly.

Hubert pondered for a while and said, "Okay, just follow your rules!"

Everyone in the audience was very curious, what exactly did the members of the slave hunting group show His Royal Highness?To actually make His Royal Highness choose to give in, it seems that the backstage of the slave hunting group makes Hubert a little scrupulous.

The short man chuckled and said, "That's right. I don't think you will be short of this little money, Your Highness. Even if you follow the rules, who can take away your elf fiancée?"

Hubert snorted coldly, ignored him, and Hubert's gaze returned to Alice.

Alice's body trembled slightly, a little afraid of Hubert. Hubert resisted the urge to rush forward to hug her, and turned to the strong man at the side and said coldly: "Hurry up and host the auction!"

The tall and the short walked down the wooden platform, while the strong man nodded and continued to host the auction.

Hubert's attention was always on Alice, and the strong man reminded in a low voice: "Your Highness, why don't you go down first? If you auction her off, I will arrange for someone to send her there!"

Hubert snorted coldly, wanting to say something, but held back when thinking of the token, turned around and said to the iron-masked general, "Let's go down!"

The two walked down again, and Elder Ying, who had been waiting for a long time under the wooden platform, hurried forward and saluted Prince Hubert, "Your Highness!"

Hubert was slightly surprised: "Elder Ying? Why are you here?"

Elder Ying smiled wryly, and whispered the story to Hubert, while the strong man simply cleaned up on the wooden platform, ready to continue the auction.

Just as everyone was gradually restoring order, another group of people came outside the arena.

There was a commotion, and everyone looked outside the arena, only to see another group of soldiers appearing in the slave market in a uniform manner. These people roughly looked like there were about a hundred of them, and they all wore unknown white standard armor. Tattooed with a blooming thorn flower.

The 50 people in front of the team are human spearmen, each with their heads held high, with serious expressions, and the back of the team are fifty dwarves, wearing a smaller white armor and holding strange weapons.

The entire team showed an extreme discipline when walking, and the faces of all the soldiers were full of fighting spirit, and a wind of iron and blood rushed towards them.

Seeing the appearance of this team, everyone began to whisper again.

"Which team are these people from? How did they appear here?"

"I don't know, but looking at their formation, it seems that their combat effectiveness is not weak."

"It's more than not weak! Have you noticed that every time they step, they lift their feet to the ground at the same time, and the whole team moves like one person! Such a disciplined team is not only not weak in combat power?"

"Really! I also discovered this, but what makes me curious is, why do they have dwarf warriors? Don't tell me that these dwarfs with only five combat powers are also counted as fighters? How many times can an ordinary person without fighting spirit be killed?" A dwarf!"

Everyone's curious eyes fell on this disciplined and strange team, which obviously looked extremely powerful, but why were there still dwarves in the team?It's like a rat dropping into a pot of delicious soup, ruining the overall taste.

The iron-faced general frowned as he looked at the strange army that appeared not far away. As a veteran general, he was not only powerful in personal force, but also proficient in the soldiers' battle formation training.General Iron Mask can tell from the overall discipline of the team and the subtle movements of the soldiers that this is a team of fighting spirit fighters!And as far as the overall coordination of the team is concerned, the iron-faced general dares to conclude that the team's ability to cooperate in combat is extremely strong. If the individual strength of each soldier is stronger, then the combat effectiveness of this team will be extremely terrifying!

Even the most elite army of the Principality of Tianying can't compare with it. Only the Suzerain Bismarck Empire has such a powerful army.

This team, ignoring the gazes of others, walked all the way to the wooden platform under the leadership of the leading soldier, but the leading soldier was also very interesting, dragging a big cloth bag, and I don't know what looked heavy in it. look.

Everyone consciously separated a road for the army to pass through. The people on both sides who were very close to the army could feel the fighting spirit and aggressive momentum inadvertently shown by the army the most.

Who owns such a powerful army?
The leading soldier walked up to Adam and stood still, put down the big cloth bag in his hand, and saluted respectfully: "My lord, the team has arrived!"

The army behind the leading warrior swam around Adam like a split ocean wave, surrounded Adam and the elves, and pointed their sharp spears at the same time.

Only then did everyone realize that the armor worn by this well-groomed army was exactly the same as that of the nobleman's entourage. Both sides had a blooming thorn flower tattooed on their chests, which looked like a hot flame burning on their chests. combustion.

This powerful army is the warrior who gave birth to a noble son!

(End of this chapter)