People in Terra, governing a weird little country

Empty your heart, use all your words, from beginning to end, perfectly show all the details of this game to all the audience friends who are looking forward to this game!

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen!"

"I'm your old friend, Big Mouth Moooooooooooob! Welcome to the semi-finals. Now, pick up the terminals in your hands and scan the QR codes on the tables and chairs. Do I need to tell you what to do? Yes! Start placing bets!"

"The legendary Leitanian warlock, the mysterious professor of Originium who lives in seclusion in the city, defeated the Blood Knight in an upset at the beginning of the game. Now, anyone who can defeat him can be called an upset! Yes, Fremont, the Lord of the Tower! Fremont, the reincarnation of the Witch King! Fremont, looking down on all living beings, I say, you are the challenger!"

Along with Big Mouth Mob's exciting tone, a powerful music sounded.

It was a hymn that combined Casimir's passionate music style with Leitania's majestic aria!

The content of the lyrics and music correspond exactly to the commentary of Big Mouth Mob:

[Fremont, the lord of the tower! Fremont, the king of warlocks! Fremont, overlooking all living things! Who will be the next challenger? ! ]

Who will be the next challenger?

As Fremont's tune reached its climax, the figure of the lich slowly rose from under the ring.

Still wearing the same gloomy and rigid clothes, still with that indifferent yet somewhat frivolous look, Fremont quietly listened to the song praising himself, with an expression that could be described as unhappy.

The Lord of the Tower? The Warlock King? The Sorcerer King Reborn? Looking down on all living things?

The Casimirs are really...

Do you think that this kind of exaggerated lyrics is a compliment to me?

No! How can stating facts be considered a compliment? On the contrary, how can Tiangang's evaluation please Fremont?

I am similar to the Witch King? Humph! The Witch King is similar to me!

The drone flew in front of Fremont, and the camera reflected his half-closed eyes and the disdainful expression on his face. A call from the person in charge of the Commercial Federation came from the earphone:

"Mr. Fremont, could you please say a few words to warm up the audience?"

Say a few words?

Flemont opened his eyes slightly, looked at the camera in front of him, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his lips.

"Ah!"

A light laugh escaped from the corner of his mouth, but it was already the best opening line!

The venue was boiling with excitement. The surging sound waves, the grand hymns, and the cheers of the crowd blended together, shaking people's chests and eardrums at the same time. Even Ernst felt a surge of emotion.

And the next moment, when the hymn suddenly ended, all the big screens, all the lights, and all the speakers in the venue simultaneously pieced together the last three lines of the lyrics in all possible ways:

"Who is the challenger?"

"Who is the challenger?"

"Who is the challenger?"

The voice of Big Mouth Mob took over the last sentence of the question and sounded again:

"Libori, who claims to be a mortal, has three levels of transformation! Iron, ice, and elemental attributes explode! The moment you raised your hand and swung out the giant bird made of ice and iron, many Liberians screamed in shock, and many burst into tears! Guess who called you the Corsica I of the new era! The supreme emperor of knightly competitions!"

"Jerston-! Williams!"

"The storm is approaching, the wind is biting, and an emperor will return like lightning!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the blower on the scene started up instantly, blowing out the artificial snowflakes prepared in advance, and the air conditioning level was turned to the maximum, and the biting cold wind swept across the stadium!

"Boom!"

Thunder exploded in the speakers, as if lightning had really struck the Tianma Arena. The lights in the entire arena went out in an instant, plunging everything into darkness. Only the spotlight was still shining, illuminating the slowly rising figure sitting on the throne with his back to the crowd.

Jeston Williams.

His head was covered with sweat.

What the hell is this! You didn't tell me at the time that the way we arranged our entrance would be so cool!

Although he is indeed very handsome, but, but... the Corsica I of the new era... the supreme emperor of knightly competitions and so on... are you sure you are talking about me?

Thanks to Ernst, Jeston also read a lot of books. Of course, even if you don't read, anyone on Terra who didn't drop out of prenatal education should know who Corsica I is.

After all, the war that established the current world order on Terra was not long ago. And the legendary Emperor of Liberi and his country are still frequent guests in various literary novels and classic textbooks.

But, knowing that history, Jeston couldn't help but ask, "What kind of hell joke is this?"

Corsica I sent troops to attack Lethania, whose emperor at the time was the Sorcerer King Herhomzoren. The scale of this war continued to expand, and finally formed the Four Kingdoms War we often mention, which involved Gaul, Lethania, Ursus, and Victoria, and affected hundreds of millions of people. It can be regarded as a symbol of Terra's modern war.

And the outcome of that war can be understood by looking at the map.

You say I am the First of Corsica, and then you say Frémont, what are you implying?

Jayston felt the pressure was overwhelming.

He was quite confident of his own strength. Perhaps he could fight the Candle Knight on equal terms. But he would be slightly inferior to the Blood Knight. But Fremont could defeat the Blood Knight in seconds!

What can I use to fight?

Jeston let out a long sigh.

He now somewhat understood how the Left-Handed Knight felt when he withdrew from the competition. It was indeed difficult to have the will to fight in a competition where he had no chance of winning no matter how you looked at it, and might even lose miserably, destroying the reputation he had worked so hard to build up.

But he had no choice.

Lord Ernst was in the audience, and Lord Yelagund might be in heaven too. How could he retreat?

"war!"

There was a determination in Jeston's eyes, and at this moment, the drone flying in front of him happened to give him a very impressive close-up.

"Fight!" "Fight!" "Fight!"

The audience's cheers overlapped with Jeston's voice, and the word "war" sounded rhythmically, as if a new war song had officially begun!

You want to ask who is the challenger? The challenger is me!

The Corsica I of the new era versus the Witch King of the new era.

At this moment, there is only war!

The voice of Big Mouth Mob sounded again, and the background music in the venue switched back to the Casimir-style commentary music. He proudly announced:

"Everyone, let me congratulate you again for having the honor of coming to the Pegasus Arena to watch this semi-final."

"The theme of this semi-final is - the Four Nations War!"

"First battle, [Gaul] Jeston Williams VS [Letania] Fremont!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, have you placed your bets? Then let us witness it together!"

“Witness history, witness the re-enactment of history! Witness the breakthrough of history! Witness the advent of a new era!”

Chapter 438: Opening Frémont's Eyes

Ernst had never been very optimistic about the behavior of the Casimirs.

The Four-Nation War was a far-reaching war for all of Terra. Its intensity, number of people mobilized, equipment deployed, participating countries, and subsequent impacts can be said to have opened a brand new era. It marked that Terran civilization had finally stepped out of the situation where high-level combat forces were circling around, people were still the same, and things had not changed at all, and entered a brand new stage.

Until now, there are still many Terran historians who claim that Terra's modern history originated from the Four-Nation War. A mature Terran historian is qualified to be called a historian only if he has studied the ins and outs and interest conflicts of the Four-Nation War.

Because of this, movies, TV series, novels, anecdotes, etc. on the theme of the Four-Nation War have always been popular on the market.

But no matter what, war is always cruel.

Although capitalism is gradually deconstructing war, movies, TV shows and the like still have to respect some history. And the Casimirs have obviously gone further and more radically on this path of deconstruction.

Ernst didn't know which expert in the Chamber of Commerce was so powerful that he could come up with the idea of ​​letting a Liberi, whose ancestral home was in Colombia and now lived in Kjerag, represent Gaul, just because the main ethnic group in Gaul was Liberian, and that King Corsica I was also a Liberian?

No, brother, your meal replacement is a bit too good. This can be related, Ernst thinks that person can probably have a common language with Holhaiya.

After all, a big part of the reason why the great god Yelagund still remembers Holhaiya is because of her outrageous behavior in the Temple of Holy Records.

However, to be honest, Ernst thinks that the commentator named Big Mouth Mob and his commentary are of good quality.

Whether it is mobilizing the emotions of the audience or controlling the rhythm of the commentary, it can be said to be first-class, at least much better than Enthiotis.

Hmm? Why did you mention Enthiotis?

Oh, this is because Mr. Enchiodis had to hold the microphone and do the commentary himself at the first pack animal competition because Kalan Trade failed to hire a commentator. That scene, wow.

Ernst recorded that part at the time, and later played it for Enya when he went to Manzhuyuan to check in and pray.

As for why he didn't make it public and turned his own happiness into a shared happiness... that's of course because he and Enthiotis have achieved nuclear deterrence, and both sides have the other's black material, so that both sides can be safe.

"Boss, do you think Jeston will win?"

Xinteleya asked worriedly.

At this moment, the game has officially begun and the atmosphere on the field has become very tense.

As usual, Fremont was not a card player and did not like to attack first, so Jeston got a very rare attacking time.

Although Jeston, whose body had once received the blessings of three [Gods], did not have the power to overturn the world with a wave of his hand, he was already one of those people who had "seen the scenery at the peak".

To him now, the previous spells were too outdated. Not only were his skills insufficient and his strength wasted, but he also wanted to have offense, defense, and speed, but everything was a mess.

Now, his way of manipulating magic has changed a lot. The steel spikes that were originally loud but light have turned into two small but extremely strong brass knuckles in his hands. And those magic iron shells that were originally attached to his limbs have now become circles of shields surrounding him.

He took a quick step and rushed towards Fremont. The distance, which was not far to begin with, was just a blink of an eye for him. The next second, before even the camera had time to turn around, Jeston appeared above Fremont's head.

The steel supported Liberi's body and kept it suspended, but his real attack came from underground.

Make a sound in the east and attack in the west!

"boom--"

There was an explosion on the stage. The floor that had just been repaired exploded again in an instant, and a huge black crystal cluster that looked like an Originium crystal cluster pierced out from the ground and pierced directly into Fremont's back door, trying to help Fremont stab his butt with a knife - opening a big eye.

But Fremont was not panicked. He spun the staff in his hand. The knowledge that the lich had learned contained many countermeasures to this kind of spell, and he knew them by heart. Moreover, Jeston was very slow. For him, he didn't even need to use spells. He only needed to use a move of "Get out of the way!" at this time to easily dodge this attack, and then confidently pressed "EZ (easy)" and "Apprentice!" on the public screen.

But he didn't do that.

Not only did he not do it, he didn't even do anything!

The giant steel spike that shot up into the sky pierced through Fremont's body in an instant, but it was still a step too late, and Fremont's figure had slowly disappeared.

Then, Flemont covered his chest and slowly appeared far behind Jeston, his face full of surprise:

"You're so fast?"

Jeston was stunned.

What do you mean I'm so fast? Men can't say they are fast!

Ahem, of course I know you don't mean that, but Jeston personally thinks that he is indeed not as good as those truly powerful ones. Maybe he is just barely stronger than the Blood Knight. The move just now was just a probing attack, testing Fremont's defense and reaction, trying to find one or two of his "real flaws".

Unfortunately he failed.

He couldn't see what cards this mysterious old Sarkaz had, nor could he see what he was doing. He just randomly picked a position that looked vulnerable and seemed more sophisticated and sinister, and the result... looking at the reaction... he hit it?

But, how is this possible?

Flemont's strength is obvious to all. How does Viviana's Originium skills compare to Jeston's? Her shadow spell is far more mysterious and unpredictable than Jeston's iron spikes, but Viviana didn't even touch Flemont, but Flemont was hit by himself?

Am I really that strong?

No, no, no, that's not right, Jeston, don't get too cocky, you're just a dog who repeats what others say. You can have what you have today only because of the cultivation of Prime Minister Ernst and the blessing of the great god Yelagund.

He warned silently in his heart. Jeston looked at Fremont not far away with some worry.

Frémont was a little confused.

That's not right. Jayston hit me. You should be cheering. Why are you all looking so weird? Is there something weird about me? Or is my performance not good enough?

Fremont couldn't help but recall what had just happened.

Of course, he let Jeston hit the target on purpose. The reason was simple: it was a match-fixing move.

Jeston is Ernst's man. Ernst is the Prime Minister of Kjerag. He supports the establishment of the Sarkaz nation and now has a certain influence in this land. Fremont hopes he will win.

If he used his full strength, no one should be his opponent unless Jeston could perform a third transformation. But just like Ernst told Jeston, he couldn't win.

The boastful sheep cannot tolerate them, and the liches will soon have to leave Leithania. This is why Fremont was able to obtain the consent of the Queen of Leithania for his trip - he came with the Queen's tacit consent to leave a way out for himself and the liches.

As his creations, artificial life forms, how could the Pretentious Sheep and the Gloomy Sheep not know his identity? Are they crazy to send a lich out to participate in a sports meeting?

The answer is of course no. They just accepted Fremont's proposal. Tresis (Kazdel Military Committee) knows I'm here and writes to harass me every day. This is not good for Leitania's position, so I have to go out and hide. If you don't want me to cause you trouble, you'd better agree to this proposal. Of course, I'm not threatening you. This is a deal. As a price, I will learn from the excellent qualities of the two of you in this World Games, choose a suitable place to take the Lich King's Court away, and never set foot on Leitania's land again. How about it?

What else can we do? Although the twin queens who are specialized in the Witch King are powerful, there is no need to attack the Lord of the Lich King's Court for no reason and who has done more good than harm to Letania. Besides, isn't this proposal a good one?

The Lich King's Court will leave, Tracy's letter will be sent elsewhere, and Leitania can prove that she has nothing to do with the affairs of Londinium. From now on, the country will no longer need to worry about anyone being able to hinder her.