Chapter 51 Blood Oath Brothers

"Which one of you comes first?" Aslan Rondel looked at the two princes in the field and asked expressionlessly.

Jakaris swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He had seen Aslan charging with the Lion King on the battlefield. The young man in front of him was not old, but his martial arts skills were already quite superb.

Hoffa Lawbearer, who was standing aside, threw the wooden sword to Jakaris with a cold face. The boy caught the wooden sword steadily and held a sword flower in his arm. Staring at Aslan's pace.

"Start." Hoffa raised his wooden gun and pressed it hard.

Aslan moved and pressed forward with his wooden sword. Jakaris raised his sword to block, barely blocking Aslan's first sword, followed closely by the second sword, and the third sword. Sword Aslan's sword was fast and fierce, and never landed in the same place. Jakaris soon became overwhelmed.

Aslan's wooden sword blocked Jakaris's sword and hit the boy's waist hard. The boy groaned in pain, but he still stood firm and struck Aslan with his sword, who had not yet withdrawn his sword.

Touch, touch.

The first sound was when Aslan raised his hand and grabbed the hand holding Jakaris's sword. The second sound was when Aslan retracted the wooden sword and stabbed Jakaris in the chest.

Lucilis clenched his fists, sweat soaking his palms. "Don't worry." Valar put his hand on his little attendant's shoulder. "Aslan has sense."

Jakaris struggled hard and pulled his hand out of Aslan's hand. Enduring the pain, he changed his wooden sword and wanted to attack Aslan's exposed armpit, but was firmly blocked.

"Chipmunk, if you want people to recognize you, you have to show some skills." Aslan hit Jakaris on the back with another sword. "The brown-black-haired Dragon King of Valyria? If you hadn't had a dragon, rumors would have been flying all over the sky."

Jakaris did not answer Aslan's words, but continued to work hard to break Aslan's defense.

"Fool, look at my pace." Aslan hit Jakaris on the wrist with his sword, but the little prince was still tenacious and did not let the sword go. He took advantage of Aslan's empty door and punched Aslan hard. Lan's chest hit him and staggered him. "That's pretty much it."

Aslan smiled. "This looks pretty cool. Come on, knock me down and let these guys recognize your abilities."

The wooden swords intersected continuously, and sawdust flew everywhere. Jakaris endured the pain of being hit many times, looking for Aslan's flaw.

Found it.

Jakaris used all his strength to hold the sword with both hands. Finally, after receiving another blow on his shoulder, he caught Aslan's flaw and lifted the sword hard.

Both wooden swords fell out of their hands, Jakaris raised his head and bumped into Aslan.

The two teenagers fell to the ground and started fighting with their bare hands on the relatively flat ground.

"Okay!" Aslan raised his arm to block Jakaris' fist, stood up and pinned Jakaris under him again. "Your Highness asked me to tell you that the only thing that can curb rumors is your ability."

Before he finished speaking, Jakaris's headbutt fell on Aslan's chest again, and the two people exchanged positions again. "I know I'm different from them. I only have my mother, brother and dragon to rely on." The boy said through gritted teeth.

"What's the matter?" Aslan struggled and pressed Jakaris down again. "Lynn is an illegitimate child. Sebastian, Amos and Hoffa have all been slaves. Although I and Tigaro are Valyrian, uh, more Valyrian than you, but I There are no dragons." He punched Jakaris on the arm that was protecting his head, and Xiaojie took the opportunity to grab his arm and pull him aside. The two people were so entangled.

"As long as you are strong enough and capable enough, all rumors are just rumors."

Long Zell and Damon, who were walking from the Silver Blood Tower, saw this scene.

"You have a group of young people." Damon paused. "But a good enough subordinate."

Ronzel looked at it for a long time and couldn't tell the winner. Of course, the main reason was that neither side could make a fatal move. Well, Jakaris couldn't make a fatal move either. He was suppressed and beaten by Aslan the whole time, and he died because of his stubbornness. It took a lot of stubbornness to persist until now.

"Xiaojie is pretty good." Long Zell looked at Damon who looked pleased. "Even I have to work hard to deal with Aslan."

"I can see that." Damon was a little eager to give it a try, but out of the knight's pride, he resisted the urge to rush forward and fight.

"Don't worry, cousin." Long Zell said with a smile: "I will hold a martial arts competition when the Midsummer Hall is completed. You must appreciate it then."

"That's natural." Damon looked at the two gray men who continued to be entangled on the field. "I'll have to bother your host a lot more then."

"It's my pleasure."

"Aslan, the time is up." Hoffa suddenly stretched out his spear and pulled the two people apart from each other. "Prince Jakaris has been under your control for enough time." The serious boy showed a rare expression. "If you approve it, does he pass your test?"

"I thought he would lie down after the first blow." Aslan got up, wiped his face randomly, and pulled Jakaris up from the ground with his hands. "I didn't expect him to persist until now. It's okay. He's a good boy. He has some ability."

"Thank you for your teaching."

"Hahahaha, teach, teach ass." Aslan patted Jakaris on the shoulder hard. "That's your own tenacity." He looked at Lucrez, who was shaking nervously. "Who will test our chipmunk next?"

This nickname has spread through Rey to the entire circle of Ronzel's close associates. This group of young people, except for the serious Hoffa, all like to call Lusiris this way. Lucilis was only verbally dissatisfied, but actually accepted the nickname.

"Don't look at me." Adams, who is about the same age as Lucrez, waved his hand. "With my martial arts skills, my brother can beat me down with one hand." He looked at the other people. Sebastian Jieyan now replaces Aslan and goes to the Dorne front line. The remaining people are either the same as Adams, or their martial arts skills are so much higher that there is no suspense.

"I'll do it." The Dothraki boy Ago stood up and took down a wooden arakh scimitar from the weapon rack. "Big Chipmunk, as long as you persist under my command for fifteen rounds, I will recognize your ability on their behalf."

Rey curled his lips and whispered in Lucrez's ear: "Learn from Xiaojie. Ago's sword is not heavy, just push through."

Lucilis nodded heavily and walked onto the ground with the wooden sword in hand.

"Ago, stop here, start." Hoffa raised his spear, signaling that the battle could begin.

Ago sprinted forward, and Lusilis was slashed in the neck before he could raise his sword. "Be careful, if this is a real sword, your head will be gone."

Lucilis, who was almost suffocated by the chop, tilted his body, but did not fall down. Instead, he directly used his legs to drive his whole body and struck Ago's waist with all his strength.

"Not bad." Ago jumped and dodged Lucilis' sword. The scimitar pressed down and collided with the wooden sword. "Fighting has some brains."

Then another knife struck Lucrez's left arm. "See the enemy's sword clearly, otherwise your sword-holding arm will be next."

Lusiris struggled to block Ago's torrential attack. His chest, arms, and shoulders were all hit by wooden swords. The severe pain almost made Xiaolu's vision go dark.

"Xiaolu, come on!" Prince Jakaris shouted loudly, regardless of the dust on his face.

"Chipmunk, I'm betting on you. If you lose, our pocket money will be gone."

Rey also yelled, and then was punished by Long Zell's eye knife.

The last knife stopped just as it was about to land on Lucrez's head.

It wasn't that Ago showed mercy, it was Lucilis who finally raised his sword in the last move and blocked Ago's knife.

"Ago, please confirm the result." Hoffa waved his spear and separated the two people.

"Prince, I recognize your tenacity, but your martial arts skills still need to be improved." Ago smiled and patted the dust on Lusiris' body.

Dust and sweat mixed together, sticking like mud on the bodies and faces of several teenagers.

Looking at the teenagers in the courtyard, Long Zell formally introduced them to Damon. "They have a common identity in the Varese family." Ronzel said: "They are my blood-sworn brothers, just like the Dothraki bloodriders. I regard them as close brothers. They Treat me as a brother worthy of everything.”

Damon looked at these teenagers and wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say it out.

After enjoying the mutton, the bloodworm carried Damon and flew north. Looking at the place where the blood-red dragon disappeared, Longzell walked to Jakaris who was about to take a bath.

"Xiaojie, your Womax can carry people flying now."

Jakaris nodded. "It grew a little faster after coming to Dragon's Nest City, but it still can't fly long distances."

"Okay." Long Zell nodded. "We are going to some noble castles later, you have to be prepared."

"Understood, my sergeant."

Squire Jakaris said.

Camp in Summer Hall.

Diana Tully is checking the books. She is now assisting the accountant brought in by Ronzel to do the financial work.

The girl is very satisfied with this job. At least it is free and in line with her hobbies.

"Miss, a letter from the Earl." After reconciling with her father, Diana accepted the knights sent by her father to protect her and Alan. These knights are now also working at this large construction site.

"Just put it here."

After calculating the last bill, Diana opened the letter. Read the contents of the letter carefully.

The moment when Count Tully said that she was recommended to be Ronzel's marriage partner.

The girl's face suddenly turned red.

The second update check-in will be updated early today. I will try to finish the drawing of Dragon's Nest City tomorrow.