I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

Chapter 228. A Bald Man Walked Out Of The Crowd.

When Char left the court of the Holy tree with Luke, there were three hundred Flame Guards standing outside.

Qing Yishui was a level 80 young man who practiced both combat and magic. He was wearing an exquisite hollow armor, and the brilliance of magic interweaved beside him. He was only short of a pair of cool wings to reach the level of the rich players who were full of fashion and special effects.

Although it was exaggerated, it looked very intimidating.

Seeing Char come out, the three hundred men saluted in unison.

Not to mention anything else, it was full of extravagance!

Then, they parted to form a path. With the Queen's scepter in hand, isillian walked out from the crowd. Her noble and majestic aura was further enhanced by this, and it suddenly became like a stormy sea. If it were anyone else, their legs would have gone soft.

"Xia Yaqing, you've come as promised," She said.

"En..."

Char pondered for a moment and pointed at the entrance behind him.

"You might not believe Yingluo, but someone asked me to bring you a message."

"Who is it?"

"Empress Yue GUI. She wants you to go in. That person is waiting for you at the entrance." Shaya returned the [ wish ] to her.

also, she left Evelynn in there. She probably has something to say to you two.

Isillian's expression changed slightly.

After Empress Yue GUI, almost every elven Empress had used this female elf as a benchmark.

It wasn't an exaggeration to call him an idol.

Moreover, she was the old ancestor of the sun flame Royal Court! Although he wasn't an immediate family member of isillian, he could still trace it back.

Now that she heard that her idol and old ancestor were summoning her, even she could not remain calm.

"Take good care of Mr. Shaya and don't neglect him,"

After giving her orders, isillian stepped into the court of the Holy tree.

As soon as the Empress left, the atmosphere instantly relaxed by a large margin, but what followed was the undisguised gazes of the personal guards of the solar flare.

There was shock and admiration in his gaze, but more than that, there was doubt and curiosity.

To put it bluntly, he just wanted to cause trouble.

After all, they were the Sunfire guards, the best Warriors in the whole of elfheim. In Lighthouse, they were at the level of the Delta Force and the sixth seal Team.

However, they had been ruthlessly slapped in the face by this fellow.

Shaya had stolen the gold coins, sneaked into Prince alleret's residence and the Queen's spy, and could have caused a storm in the Senate under the name of cricto.

These things were almost all done under their eyes, but they didn't notice at all.

How embarrassing!

It was simply too embarrassing!

Although the most famous person in elfheim was Duke saxson, all the Sunfire guards present knew who was behind this.

This was the first time Shaya had appeared in front of them, and they had to seize the opportunity to see as much as they wanted.

In fact, some of them were even hoping that this guy would be arrogant because of his pet and give them a chance to teach him a lesson.

For male creatures, the phrase " you actually dare to act cool in front of me " was always one of the original sins that caused conflict.

Being stared at like this, it was Luke who couldn't bear it.

He was still holding the bottle in his arms, and Mahn Glenn was swimming around in it. No one could guess how big the thing would be when poured out.

"Shaya," "They're annoying," he said, raising his head.

"Shush, don't say it out loud." Shaya rubbed his head.

"Do you need my help?"

"Please don't. You'll kill him if you do."

Shaya consoled him in a low voice, and then took the initiative to say, "

ahem, Speaking of which, I met Sword Saint mipero here and asked him for advice.

Everyone's gazes suddenly changed.

What's the meaning of this?

If we go in, we'll be chased and beaten by the sword Saint, and we might even die inside, but you actually said "ask for advice"?

This word was used very subtly!

Sword Saint Xuanji taught me a few moves. I'm not talented and haven't mastered them thoroughly. Xuanji has nothing to do anyway, so why don't we Xuanji? "

Shaya pulled out the Tinder of the first origin and made a gesture of invitation.

The personal guards of the sun flame were stunned at first, then they looked at each other in disbelief.

They probably didn't expect that Shaya would initiate the battle.

Everyone's eyes turned to a tall young elf who looked like the team leader. His white hair was tied up in a bunch, and he frowned as he said in a half-heartedly, " "Lord Shaya, we know that you're the best among your peers, and your methods are also very brilliant, but this is a real battle. Please excuse me, Your Excellency."

I'm not that arrogant yet. I'm just asking for advice on my swordsmanship. "You should understand what I mean," Shaya smiled.

- Alright, since you insist, Yingluo.

The captain didn't refuse and nodded in agreement.

He waved at the group, and then a bald man with thick eyebrows and a round face walked out of the crowd.

"You come and spar with our distinguished guest. Pay attention to your behavior."

The bald man nodded dumbly.

He looked silly and innocent, but the moment he held the sword in his hand, his entire aura changed!

The original bald head was just a passerby who would reflect light if thrown on the street, one of the few elves with a charm =5 soy egg.

But at this moment, he had turned from a soy egg into a stone!

Reef!

No matter how strong the wind is, how strong the sun is, how strong the waves are, I will not move!

Just by looking at it, Shaya could understand the captain's good intentions.

How should he put it, this guy was so bad.

He knew that Shaya was an important guest and could not be beaten or scolded, but he could not bear to quietly watch Shaya act all high and mighty, especially in front of the sun flame guards.

That was why he had chosen the guy who was the best at defensive swordsmanship in the entire team to nullify all of Shaya's attacks.

Didn't you want to show off the swordsmanship of Sword Saint mipero? I'll give you the chance!

Think about it, Shaya's fierce attacks landed on the soy egg, but not even a white mark was left on it. He might even be sent flying. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?

It was so embarrassing to cry at his son's funeral-so embarrassing!

--Is this the attack of the legendary Lord Shaya? Ha, this is really funny!

This way, he would make a fool of himself and not violate the Queen's official business. Killing two birds with one stone, wasn't that perfect?

It had to be said that anyone who could become the captain of the Sunfire personal guards was not stupid. Even if it seemed like all his skill points were added to his combat muscles, he was not stupid.| The stick also knew the ways of these bureaucrats.

Look at how the world had forced the elves!

Shaya sighed and slowly walked forward.

After nearly ten days of gentleness, it was rare for him to rest and reflect on his life over the past two months. He slowly settled down and had the time to see many people and things clearly.

There was a limit to everything, and for Shaya, he seemed to have been too tense since the open beta.

Fortunately, he had ten days of rest, which allowed him to take a big breath and put away his previous sharp edge.

Now, with every step he took, it was as if he had been reborn from the fire, shedding his easy-going appearance bit by bit, and turning into a sharp and cold man.

Just like this invisible sword that was gradually dyed with fire.

Even though he was facing Shaya, who was 30 levels lower than him, soy egg still very seriously used the most suitable starting move in [ military swordsmanship ]. Then, he saw an invisible sword burning with flames growing bigger and bigger in his field of vision.

He had clearly seen it, but he had no time to react. He could only watch as the sword blade stopped in front of his forehead.

The fire burned his skin, and his cold sweat evaporated before it could even flow. The dried salt froze on his skin.

Yi

His sword fell to the ground.

This meant that he admitted defeat.