Chapter 663: The Song of Chambord
The battle in the sky attracted a lot of people’s attention, and it was pulling on many people’s heartstrings.
“This is strange. Drogba? According to our intelligent report, he showed his face and strength at the competition among all affiliated kingdoms of Zenit half a year ago. At that time, he was still an insignificant character. Only about half a year had passed, and he is now a Moon-Class Elite? The King of Chambord…… how did he make this happen?”
“There is someone else other than Lampard who reached the realm of Moon-Class? This is shocking news!”
“The little Chambord brought me so much surprise. Hahahaha……”
“If we can figure out how the Chambord Kingdom got so many Moon-Class Elites…… Eh, it is worth the risk!”
“It seems like this Moon-Class Elite of Chambord just advanced recently; I never heard of such a person before…… Unfortunately, compared with [Bitter Murder God], he is going to lack in terms of experience. He is practicing earth-elemental warrior energy, but he ditched fighting on the ground where the earth elements are more abundant and chose to fight thousands of meters in the sky. The outcome of this battle is determined from the beginning! Chambord is going to lose!”
The people in the three VIP areas were all thinking of something different. Some were surprised, some were shocked, some were confused, and some were worried. Also, there were people who sat there emotionlessly and just watched everything unfold.
Some of them were powerful masters, and they murmured to each other and commentated as they watched the battle with their sharp eyes.
-In the south VIP area-
Second Prince Dominguez of Zenit was still sitting on his stone chair with Oka, the little disabled dog, in his arms. His eyes were squinted as if he was turning a blind eye to everything, but if one looked closer, they could see the dashes of lights deep in his eyes.
Beside him, [Demonic Woman] Paris and [Red Beard] Granello looked at each other in shock as they observed the battle. The two of them were very familiar with this new Moon-Class Elite Drogba.
If they broke down the progression of this black-haired man, it would be an unbelievable legend! A strongman who didn’t have any warrior energy before turned into a Moon-Class Elite! This man achieved the dream of many warriors in about a year!
“Are Moon-Class Elites so commonplace now? Are they like cabbages?” they thought, “The King of Chambord is a genius! How did he do all of this?”
…….
-In the middle of the square-
[War Pirate] Mellberg who was filled with hatred couldn’t wait for the fight in the high-sky to finish since the King of Chambord already got to the first level of the platform.
As he watched the King of Chambord and his two future queens walk toward the second level of the platform hand-in-hand, Mellberg couldn’t take it anymore. He turned around and allowed another master beside him to make a move.
This master was a mid-aged man in a mage robe. He wasn’t tall or short, and his long grey hair fluttered in the wind. He had a black half-mask on his face, and cold glares shined out of his eyes.
As he walked forward with his huge two-meter-tall wand, his magic robe puffed up even though the wind wasn’t blowing in that direction. As a result of that, his body looked larger, and he suddenly looked tough and strong.
He didn’t chant any spells, but his body hovered in the air.
As streaks of chilly energy appeared on him, a blue crescent-moon symbol appeared on his forehead slowly.
He was a Moon-Class Elite! A Moon-Class Ice-Elemental Mage!
The power of the [Wind Horse Mercenary Group] sure was high! No wonder it was the No.1 Mercenary Group in the region and had the ability to negotiate and be on par with all the empires in the area. Almost all its high-ranked leaders were powerful masters.
“Who can battle with me?” This mage with the half-mask on his face didn’t attack anyone. He just hovered in the air and looked down at where the elite Chambordians were sitting with an arrogant expression on his face.
His voice was hoarse and lifeless, making people feel like they were listening to a rusty saw cutting a piece of wood. It was ear-piercing and horrible, but it also contained a depressing murderous spirit. The people who heard it felt a little chilly.
The people on and off the square looked in the direction of the northern area.
Then, the expressions on their faces turned from anticipation to surprise, and then from surprise to shock!
“There is one more Moon-Class Elite on the side of Chambord!” people thought, “Also, he looks so young! It feels like he is younger than 20 years old!”
The young man who came out had long blond hair and a handsome face.
His slender body was protected by a tight-fitting leather armor, and clouds of green wind-elemental warrior energy circled him, making him look like a pretty elf under the bright moonlight.
[Son of Wind] Fernando Torres!
Under the moonlight, Torres was also hovering in mid-air. As he looked at the mage with the black half-mask on, battle-hunger appeared in his eyes. Without any further ado, he turned into a dash of green light and shot toward the sky.
That mage also followed him up the air.
The casual strikes of Moon-Class Elites were destructive and could shake the land.
Since everyone on the square was all influential figures from various forces and empires, fighting on the square might affect them and bring more trouble. Therefore, the sky was the best battleground for Moon-Class Elites.
In addition, every single Moon-Class Elite was prideful in themselves, and they would never back down from a challenge.
After sensing the battle- hunger in Torres’ eyes, this mage with the black half-mask couldn’t back down and would follow for sure.
“It is Mr. Torres!”
“Hahahaha! Mr. Torres advanced to the Moon-Class? When did that happen?”
“Hail! Hail Chambord! Hail the king!”
“How dare they disrupt the wedding of our king? Let these stupid mercenaries pay for what they did! Let them pay with blood! Let’s see who dares to challenge our great king again!”
The Chambordians outside the square were all excited, and they laughed out loud.
Didn’t matter if they were males, females, children, or the elderly, they all felt like they were proud of their identities. They placed their right fists on their hearts and sensed the pumping in their chests.
They felt like it was fire that was running through their bodies, and they couldn’t hold back their emotions.
At this moment, someone suddenly sang.
Then, all the Chambordians in the area started to sing along. It was the Song of Chambord, something that the king hummed all the time.
“There is a wide river that has big waves, and the wind blows by and brings fragrances of nature to both river banks. Chambordians live to the north of the river and listen to the rumble of Zuli, and we glance at the grasslands to the south…… This is our beautiful Chambord City, where we grow up…… This is the homeland of heroes, and it brews a thunder-like power…… This is a great land, and our homes are open to all friends. But if wolves come by, they will be received by spears and arrows!”
Almost all the Chambordians roared when they sang the last line, and it was shocking.
The loud voices that were empowered by their souls as well as the powerful lyrics shocked all the guests, and those people who had malicious intents got a bit fearful; their faces even changed color.
TL Note: Hey guys, I see that some of you are doubting the fact that Drogba could fight a Half Moon Elite. I do too, but a reason will be given soon.
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