The disputes and debates in the Pantheon temple were not known to the mortals of the world. Especially for the two armies that were confronting each other, it didn't matter what the Gods did. The problem they faced at the moment was war and victory.
The first to come back to his senses was the Orc Emperor Junero Tiger. A cold light flashed in his eyes. He raised his arm and let the guard beside him blow the huge horn, giving the order to attack.
The bleak and heroic sound of the horn echoed in the cold winter air. It made the Orcs, who had been at a loss, suddenly wake up.
What was there to hesitate about? What was there to be at a loss? Even if the Gods and their oracles were gone, the enemy was the same!
If that was the case, then they still had a huge advantage!
If that was the case, then what were they waiting for!
Attack!
At the moment, the formations of both armies were a little chaotic. The Orcs, humans, and other races that supported both sides were all mixed up in a mess. Once the Orcs made up their minds to attack, they immediately caused great damage to the human side.
The humans also reacted quickly. They adjusted their formation and started to fight back. But compared to the Orcs, the humans were indeed at a disadvantage in terms of individual strength and small scale battles. In the current chaotic situation, they immediately suffered a big loss.
Fortunately, the mortal believers of the God of Knights had enjoyed a large-scale resurrection and recovered a lot of fighting power. Otherwise, the situation would have collapsed immediately.
Fortunately, the human side had maintained the momentum of the attack and had some advantages in terms of overall layout. They also had the knights, whose divine power had not completely dissipated, as the backbone. After a hard battle, they finally stabilized their formation and began to fight back with great difficulty.
This meant that the Orcs mixed in the human camp were finally killed. It also meant that the battle between both sides had once again entered the most cruel and dangerous stage of strangulation.
"Your Majesty! Please give the order quickly! " One by one, the messengers ran towards the golden-crowned eagle flag, hoping that His Majesty would give the order immediately. Attack or defend? If they attacked, how would they attack? If they defended, how would they defend? In short, they had to come up with a plan.
But what they saw was His Majesty's head falling on the ground. A young man, who looked a little like His Majesty, wearing an eagle crown and holding an eagle sword, was standing next to his body.
What … what was going on?!
Some of the more impulsive people immediately flew into a rage. They roared and rushed over, wanting to kill this hateful assassin and avenge His Majesty.
Leon frowned and was about to make a move, but Priest Wookie took the initiative and cast a spell to temporarily imprison these impulsive messengers.
"Everyone, wait!" He said loudly, "This is the youngest son of the late king, His Royal Highness Prince Leon, who was lucky enough to escape from the rebellion. He is the legitimate heir of the kingdom!"
The emissaries were instantly stunned. Of course, they knew how King Woods had ascended to the throne. They also knew that if Prince Leon came back, he would be able to kill the rebels and quell the rebellion. Many of them even supported Prince Leon in their hearts to bring order out of chaos.
But … the timing wasn't right!
At this moment, the battle was in full swing. The situation was dangerous, and they needed His Majesty the King to give orders. But Prince Leon had actually killed His Majesty the King … Well, he had to admit that he had done the right thing, but what about the war situation?
For a moment, the messengers were filled with worry. Pairs of helpless and resentful eyes stared at Leon, who had come at the wrong time.
Leon couldn't help but laugh when they looked at him like this.
"I know what you are worried about," he said. "Since I killed Woods, of course, I will take the responsibility that he should bear."
As he said this, he waved his hand, and the artifact chain mail on the ground, "Eagle's Coat," flew up and automatically put it on his body.
The three artifacts gathered again and immediately responded to each other, emitting a faint white light.
However, compared to when they were on Woods, the light of the three artifacts now was not stronger, but it was thicker and condensed, as if it had turned into armor of white light.
Leon smiled slightly and jumped up. The white light of the three artifacts gathered behind him into a pair of white light wings, supporting him to float in the air.
"Your Majesty the Orc Emperor," he said. His voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the battlefield. No matter how fierce the fighting sounds were, it could not drown his voice. "I am Leon Igor, the descendant of the Eagle, the legitimate heir of the kingdom, and the current heir of the three artifacts. I feel that such a cruel strangulation is not in the interest of either of us. Even if there is a victory or defeat, both sides will lose a large number of young adults, and it will be enough for us to not be able to recover for decades. "
"In that case, is His Majesty the Emperor interested in following the tradition of the strong and using a one-on-one duel to decide the victory or defeat of this war?"
Junero Tiger frowned. Although he usually pretended to be weak, in fact, he hid amazing power, and naturally could see Leon's level. Facing an opponent who was at the peak of the legendary level and had the three Eagle artifacts, even he would feel that it would be very difficult.
But before he could answer, someone in the Orc army shouted angrily, "As everyone knows, our Majesty leads the Orc tribes with wisdom and brains. You want him to duel with you? Isn't that the same as asking a scholar to fight with a sailor? This is ridiculous! "
The person who said this was the commander-in-chief of the Southern Orc army, Iron Teeth Iluo.
He had been surrounded by a group of knights and fought fiercely, and he was in a sorry state. After struggling for a long time, he finally waited for his subordinates to come to support him. With the help of his subordinates, he finally defeated the group of knights, and with one sword, he severely injured the young knight who was the leader. He was about to chase after him and give him another sword to cut off his opponent's head, but a knight with average strength protected the young knight, and with a flash of light, he escaped without a trace. He was instantly furious and furious.
Seeing that the enemy had escaped, he was unable to restrain his anger. Suddenly, Leon Igor jumped out. It was no wonder that he would immediately open his mouth and be impolite.
Leon was not angry. He smiled and asked, "According to the rules of a duel, if one party is unable to duel due to physical or other reasons, he can find someone else to fight on his behalf. Could it be that this hairy old man intends to fight on behalf of your weak scholar His Majesty to duel with me? "
Iluo was stunned and was about to answer when he suddenly heard the voice of the Saint Hall Elder.
"Shut up!" The elder's voice was obviously angry. "You are not his opponent!"
If it was someone else who spoke, Iluo would definitely not be convinced. However, this elder had been his teacher in the past. In the face of his teacher's reprimand, even if he was a general who had a lot of troops, he could only bow his head and shut his mouth obediently.
"Iluo, that boy, is very reasonable." The Templar who was holding the Staff of Imprisonment sighed softly and slowly floated into the air. He looked at Leon from a distance and said, "Our King does not lead our tribe with martial prowess. He is not suitable to fight with you."
"Then, does this old man want to duel with me?" Leon smiled and said, "Although it is a virtue to respect the old and love the young, if you insist on dueling, I will not be merciful."
The elder, who was already very old, lightly tapped the Staff of Imprisonment, and a strong magic power emitted from his body, forming a huge Shaman Array in the sky.
"Boy, don't think that you are invincible just because you have stepped into the legendary peak and have an artifact!" He said angrily. "I have stepped into the legendary peak a long time ago, and I also have an artifact in my hand. If we really fight, you may not be my opponent!"
"If His Majesty the Emperor is willing to use a duel to determine the result of this war, even if I am not his opponent, I will try my best to fight," Leon said seriously. "Presumably, you are the same."
The Saint Hall Elder did not answer and turned to look at Younero who was under the huge battle flag.
Younero Tiger pondered for a moment and asked his subordinates to use a amplifying magic for him. He then asked, "Although you said that you want to use a duel to determine the result of the war, what right do you have to give orders to the entire Eagle Kingdom?"
Leon smiled and raised his sword.
The Eagle Sword shone brightly, and the white light spread out to both sides like a huge eagle, spreading its wings and even covering the whole sky.
"Because of this!" he said. "The Eagle Sword!"
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