Chapter 1052 Are You Going Down Or I'll Throw You Down

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The melodious sound of the horn came from afar. Morea, who was cultivating in his palace, was awakened by the sound of the horn, and slowly opened his eyes, showing a hint of helplessness, and then closed it again.

Outside of his body, more than a dozen black-red air currents that were as agile as black snakes surrounded him, swam, and then all poured into his body.

Morea ended his practice today, because after this bugle sounded, if he continued to practice, the difficulty of practice would be doubled.

He has heard the bugle outside many times over the years. The short time is once a month, and the longest is half a year. Each time the bugle rings, it represents the beginning of a war.

Morea is used to it, and can also understand the frequent wars, because there are too many countries in this area, and any little thing can become a fuse and cause a war.

Of course, the scale of these wars is controlled by about 10,000 people, so although they are wars in nature, in Moria's eyes, it is not good for the fight between the two villages in the empire he built in the world of Erathia. How many.

However, although the number of people participating in the battle was a bit miserable, the scale of the battle was also smaller, but the frequency of the battle made Morea astonished. It was indeed too frequent.

You must know that every time the bugle sounds, the army is assembled and then dispatched, and the army that was dispatched last time at this time generally did not withdraw.

Morea doesn't care about these things. In a war of this intensity, with the foundation of their country of Guy, they won't destroy the country if they lose dozens of games, but it is certain that their vitality will be severely damaged.

The only thing he was unhappy about was that when the bugle sounded, he could not practice cultivation, because the sound of the bugle had a special effect, and this sound would activate the power in his body and enter a state of excitement.

During the battle, hearing such a horn sound, the combat effectiveness of an ordinary soldier can increase by about 10 to 30%, but when cultivating, the activity of the strength suddenly increases so much, which makes people want to breathe fragrance impulse.

Although with Morea's control, he can continue to practice, but it is not necessary, the pay and the reward are not proportional at all, and at this time, his brothers and sisters will come out to join in the fun.

Every military expedition in Guy's country is a relatively relaxed and pleasant leisure time for the royal family who are underage and do not need to fulfill their obligations. Therefore, except for Morea, other royal families like this melodious bugle very much.

Morea, who was five years old, stood up from the bed,

When he got out of bed and the soles of his feet had not yet touched the ground, a black gas appeared under his feet, holding up his body.

The small child walked off the ground on a cloud of black air. In such a scene, although Morea's appearance looks very sunny, but against the backdrop of the power he possesses, he is full of a villain's aura, and he doesn't look like a good person anyway.

However, Morea doesn't care whether he looks like a good person or not, he only knows his current posture, whether it is his appearance or his aura, it is very full. Even if he looks like a villain, he is a handsome villain.

Morea left the bedroom and walked towards the fifty-meter-high city wall of the palace. He didn't have to guess to know that now the city walls are absolutely filled with those royal families whose practice was interrupted by bugles and went there to join in the fun.

"This is the position I occupied for the king, and you can't stand here." On an arrow tower with an excellent view of the expedition troops, a little fat man looked at the king brothers and sisters who were a head taller than him in front of him. They jumped up and down with anger, and their faces were full of grievances.

"Brother Wang? Which brother? Aren't we your brother? Since you gave the position to Brother Wang, wouldn't it be the same for us?"

A child who was a head taller than this little fat man looked down at him condescendingly, with a hint of impatience on his face. The ceremony for the army to go out was rare.

"I'm talking about Brother Arnold, not you." The little fat man's face showed a fierce look, and a faint black brilliance appeared on his body.

"Arnold!" Hearing the little fat man's words, the boy's face suddenly showed a playful look, "Are you talking about the Arnold who has the best scores in every test?"

"That's right." The little fat man raised his head proudly when he heard that the unfamiliar brother in front of him also knew the big brother he recognized.

"Hehe, then you are the one who is obviously older than him, but still wants to call his brother's royal shame Opuno?" The boy of about seven or eight years old looked at the plump brother in front of him, his face showing A hint of ridicule.

Fernand has many descendants, but this is just a lot compared to the descendants he gave birth to as a royal family. In fact, there are not many more than a hundred people.

When these people live in the same building, no matter which one has done something remarkable, or has done something that is out of common sense, as long as they are a little well informed, the royal family will basically know.

Therefore, after being fooled by Morea until now, he still refuses to repent and wants to recognize Arnold, who is younger than him, as a brother. His deeds are undoubtedly a joke after being teased by various royal families.

"No matter what he does, he is better than me. What's wrong with me calling him brother Wang?" The fat boy Opuno blushed and defended his actions. In his heart, he felt that he was just later than himself. There is nothing wrong with Arnold, who was born half a year ago, as the king's brother.

"It's a veritable shame for the royal family. I don't know the superiors and inferiors, so I don't feel ashamed, but take pride in it." The boy sneered and waved the little fat man to the side.

"This is me occupying a seat for the king. If we dare to rob him, we will have a good look at you." Opuno threatened with a ferocious tone.

He knew that this was not the time for Lu Chen to give in, and he did not provoke these people, but these people took the initiative to find him, and what it meant was self-evident.

In this depressing palace, once someone decides to be bullied, it will be very miserable to go to the end. If you are a little careless, it will even disappear forever.

"Move out Arnold to scare us?" Hearing Opuno's threat, the boy laughed, his eyes full of disdain, "Okay, I've heard of his reputation a long time ago, and I want to see him." Come, let him come to me, I will see what he can do in the face of my brother. "

Having turned around, the boy watching the army below waved his hand impatiently, his tone full of disdain. As a royal family, brothers and sisters do not exist for them, and most of them only have a competitive relationship.

Although according to the information, he already knew that Arnold was a very good guy and performed better than they were at that age, but that is the comparison of the same age.

And now the real situation is that he is almost three years older than Arnold, and he does not believe that with a sufficient age gap, Arnold can have any advantage.

If this brother Wang really dared to argue with him, he would not mind using his fists to teach him what kind of attitude is the most correct way to face brother Wang.

"What do you want to do with me?" At this moment, a young but very calm voice came.

With red eyes and tears on the verge of dripping, the little fat man Opuno looked at Morea who flew up three feet from the ground with a look of surprise, and shouted excitedly, "Brother Wang!"

"What's the matter? Are they bullying you?" Morea frowned, looking at the little fat man in front of him who was calling his brother brother.

Although he has never recognized this guy as a younger brother, in the eyes of others, this guy has been labeled as him, so to a certain extent, hitting this little fat guy is tantamount to slapping him in the face. This kind of thing, Morea can't ignore it no matter what.

No matter which world his Morea descended into, even when he was developing vulgarly, he would never make people think that he was a guy who was easy to bully.

Forbearance in order to accumulate a lot of money, and bullying in the early stage is absolutely non-existent to him. No matter who wants to test him, or wants to beat him, he will respond with the strongest attitude.

"No, but they robbed me of the position I occupied for you." The little fat man who was already going to run down the arrow tower to find Morea complained to him.

"You are only two people, but you want to occupy the position. Don't you think the best arrow tower is too much?"

The boy who had been prepared to find an excuse to teach him a lesson when he saw Moreya, saw Moreya's appearance, he immediately had the intention of retreating, and began to reason with him.

Hearing the words of this little brat, Morea did not respond, but looked at the five people who ran up to the arrow tower, three men and two women. At this time, the other four people were watching intently at the worshipers of the army below. The ceremony, and turning a blind eye to everything that happened behind them, it seems that Murray Adam does not exist, and it is full of style.

"It's here to trouble me!" Morea looked at a tall, slender girl standing in the center, narrowed her eyes slightly, determined her identity, and quickly determined the nature of the matter.

"Are you going down obediently, or am I throwing you down?" Morea spoke, her tone full of domineering and unquestioning. Since it is certain that these people are here to trouble him, then there is no need to beat around the bush. .

"Arnold, remember your identity, this is your attitude towards us? Don't you think you are too presumptuous?" The boy saw Morea walking in the air, suppressing his urge to turn back for help, rushed Morea scolded.

"Identity? Didn't you just come to fight me?"