"Yes, Your Majesty."
Although everyone was filled with questions and mysteries, almost everyone wanted to know what this mysterious Old Man had said to His Majesty the King in the past two hours that made King Alexander trust him so much, but out of absolute obedience and admiration for Sun Fei, no one dared to object. They all knelt respectfully and accepted the order.
Robben was undoubtedly the most excited among them.
This excitement wasn't because his father had gained the Emperor's trust and soared to great heights, but because he had finally seen the light of hope again on his father's once gloomy, dejected, and self-exiled face, like a nearly withered old tree finally sprouting tender green buds.
For Sun Fei, the appearance of Old Arjen was like a godsend, or like someone offering him a pillow just as he was about to fall asleep.
The white scroll handed over by Old Arjen detailed various suggestions on forming the [ Wolf Fang Legion ], even proposing candidates for commanders of various battalions and companies, explaining the reasons for their selection, and putting forward some very bold suggestions. If this legion were formed according to his ideas, the [ Wolf Fang Battalion] would become his private army in less than half a year.
Of course, Sun Fei didn't have much ambition for the new legion.
What he truly valued about Arjen was that the Old Man was indeed a genuine talent.
After reading the white scroll documents, Sun Fei had a long talk with Old Arjen for over an hour. Sun Fei Sun Fei a complete novice when it came to military affairs, but he could still tell that this old man, whose legs could only walk slowly and was not even as strong as those of an average person, had a wealth of military experience.
The undisguised pride and self-satisfaction in the Old Man's eyes when he spoke of military affairs, along with the Zongheng presence he inadvertently exuded, clearly told Sun Fei that this unassuming old man was very likely once a renowned general who commanded a large army.
This once powerful figure, who may have once held sway over a region, suffered some terrible misfortune, ending up with severe leg crippling, his family destroyed, and his son Robben forced to flee and hide. Even with Robben's Five-Star Class strength, he had to live under an assumed name in a small Guluo Kingdom just to survive.
Sun Fei didn't want to know what the story behind Old Arjen really was.
All he knew was that Chambord City was currently facing a severe shortage of talent.
And Old Arjen is exactly the kind of talent that is urgently needed right now.
Similarly, Sun Fei doesn't need to worry that Old Arjen will betray him.
When treating the Old Man's leg injury, Sun Fei had used the [ Hulk Potion ] to stimulate and strengthen his leg muscles. The [ Hulk Potion ] has an effect similar to planting a mark in the soul, making the other person unknowingly loyal to Sun Fei. This is a strange Spiritual Power bond that can play an unexpected role at crucial moments. It also allows Sun Fei to perceive some of the other person's emotional changes.
Furthermore, Sun Fei didn't think that Old Arjen and Robben were the kind of people who were used to betraying others.
A man's trust often boils down to a feeling.
Sun Fei strongly believed in this feeling.
Therefore, he did not question the origins of Robben and his son, nor did he investigate their true identities. He chose to believe them and immediately decided to appoint old Arjen, entrusting this mysterious Old Man with full responsibility for the formation of the [ Wolf Fang Legion ].
In this way, Sun Fei can completely wash his hands of the business.
To be honest, things like military campaigns and strategic planning are really not something a reclusive guy like Sun Fei from his previous life could handle.
Sun Fei's biggest concern right now is the upcoming Martial Saint Battle.
This battle, hailed as the most anticipated clash between two powerful warriors in the region in the last twenty years, has not only garnered attention from the Zenit Empire and the Spartak Empire, but also from neighboring countries such as the Ajax Empire, the Eindhoven Empire, and the Saint- Martial Saint Saint-Germain Empire.
It is said that in the past day or two, in addition to the arrival of the Spartak Empire Martial Saint, one of the duelists, in the imperial capital Saint Petersburg, the One Sword of Ajax, Huntelaar, the first general of Eindhoven, Costacurta, and the Crown Prince of the Saint-Germain Empire, Gilano, have all brought their respective delegations to Saint Petersburg, just to witness this Martial Saint Battle.
As the decisive battle atop Martial Saint Mountain draws ever closer, the question of eligibility to ascend the Martial Saint Mountain and watch the fight has garnered significant attention.
Such a duel at the Saint Class is something that ordinary wandering warriors and citizens of the empire can forget about having the opportunity or qualification to watch live.
It is said that neither of the two Martial Saint originally wanted anyone to watch the battle, but under pressure from the major empires, they eventually backed down and allowed only one hundred people to appear on Martial Saint Mountain to witness this ultimate showdown. These one hundred spots have become the dream of countless martial artists, and it is said that the value of one spot has been speculated to be nearly one million gold coins.
After all, this was a duel between two Martial Saint who were usually elusive and rarely seen.
For some martial artists who are at a bottleneck in their cultivation, being able to watch the battle might allow them to gain some insights from this epic duel and potentially break through their bottleneck in one fell swoop. Furthermore, being able to witness the duel between the Martial Saint of the two great empires is itself a symbol of status and a source of bragging rights. Therefore, in addition to martial artists, the nobles and the heads of large conglomerates are also extremely enthusiastic about the opportunity to watch the battle.
However, Sun Fei was not worried about the number of spots.
Because the Imperial Royal Family and the Military Department jointly decided that the top twenty-five players in this Empire Ranking Competition would each receive a spot to watch the battle at Martial Saint Mountain, the delegations from the three great empires of Eindhoven, Ajax, and Saint-Germain would each receive five spots, the Zenit Diocese's Church Summer Palace would receive ten spots, and the remaining fifty spots would be allocated to some rising stars among the nobles and military elites of the capital—of course, these elites were mostly of noble birth.
In this way, six people from Chambord City secured spectator spots and could now wait patiently for the match to begin.
Meanwhile, Old Arjen, who had received full authorization from Sun Fei, was going all out to build the [ Wolf Fang Legion ].
In this process, the role played by King of Chambord's prestige was clearly demonstrated.
Within a short period of time, countless King of vassal states led their elite troops to join the [ Wolf Fang Legion ], including Kingdom of Byzantium, and Kingdom of Gudong, a second-class vassal state. Within a single day, three of the five battalions had reached full capacity.
"However, the old minister recommended several highly capable military leaders to Your Majesty, but for some reason, almost all of them initially agreed, but later seemed to have fallen into hesitation." When reporting the progress of the legion's formation to Sun Fei the following evening, Old Arjen hesitated, his words hinting at some unspoken information.
"If we can't have a full complement of personnel, then we can't have a full complement of personnel. There's no need to force it." Sun Fei wasn't particularly concerned about this matter.
Old Arjen hesitated, then, seeing that His King seemed to have ulterior motives, he thought for a moment and understood. He assumed this was a test from His Majesty the King, so he held back and silently withdrew.
As night fell, Sun Fei entered the world of Diablo and continued to kill monsters and level up.
After two nights of fierce fighting, Sun Fei had completed the first two tasks of the fourth act's large map, [ Pandemonium Fortress ]. He not only defeated the Fallen Angel, but also found the special iron hammer in [ River of Flame ] and shattered Mephisto's Soulstone. This meant that he had finally defeated Mephisto, one of the three giants of Hell, and all that was left was to defeat Diablo, the final boss.
In fact, the third mission of [ Pandemonium Fortress ], [ The Terror's End ], is already more than halfway complete.
This task is extremely difficult to complete, as it challenges Diablo, one of the three giants of Hell. After entering the Chaos Sanctuary from the River of Flame, and reaching the innermost temple, you must break five seals and eliminate a huge number of monsters. Then, Diablo will appear amidst the earth-shattering tremors. Sun Fei's mission is to eliminate Diablo.
In the past two nights, Sun Fei had already broken three seals and eliminated a large number of monsters.
At this point, Sun Fei's Barbarian level had reached 83, making him extremely powerful. He had acquired several very good level 5 orange equipment pieces, but they were still slightly inferior to the equipment he had bought from Sun Fei at all costs. Apart from a few pieces of extremely good quality equipment that he kept in his temporary storage box, he had bought all the rest with gold coins.
Each time a seal was broken, a large number of monsters would appear in the temple. These were all extremely powerful elite-level monsters from Hell, posing a certain threat. Sun Fei did not dare to be too careless and could only slowly wear them down through attrition warfare. After four hours of slaughter, Sun Fei finally killed them all and successfully broke all five seals.
Zongheng the dark, Rock and the temple filled with Inferno and lava fountains, a violent tremor shook the ground, as if even space itself was about to collapse. With a furious roar, Diablo finally appeared.
This is a Hell demon with blood-red muscles all over its body, eight pairs of Bone Spike shooting skyward from its back, and sharp claws. Not only is its attack power formidable, but it also possesses the ability to regenerate life. Its entire body is shrouded in a terrifying pressure. When it raises its head and roars, the enormous sound waves can directly kill a five- or six- Star Class expert in the real world. It is extremely difficult to deal with.
It took Sun Fei and Elena over thirty minutes to finally defeat this super boss on the spot.
The ground was littered with colorful equipment, including two pieces of shimmering green gear. Unfortunately, Sun Fei didn't have time to pick them up because the game's time limit for the day had expired. Elena, being a native of the Diablo World, couldn't see the equipment on the ground and could only wait until Sun Fei returned to collect it.
At this point, the Barbarian character had finally reached level 84.
The 20-mile-long state-owned district.
The weather was not good. Heavy, dark clouds hung in the sky like an ugly veil. It was already seven or eight o'clock, but the sky was still like dusk. The light was dim, there was not a breath of wind, and the air was filled with a chilling atmosphere.
Sun Fei, fully clothed, held Angela in his arms after waking up. With the help of his future queen, he finished washing up, stepped out of the tent, looked at the sky, and frowned slightly. Suddenly, he had a bad feeling.
Half an hour later, a cavalry unit in golden helmets and armor galloped out of the capital and arrived at the vassal state's camp. After waiting for about half an hour, they led the top twenty-five experts from the Imperial Ranking Battle and sped towards Martial Saint Mountain in the center of the capital.
At dusk today, the two Martial Saint clashed atop Martial Saint Mountain in Saint Petersburg.
Those lucky enough to secure a spectator spot will climb Martial Saint Mountain before dusk and arrive at the designated area to watch the match.
This was a rare opportunity. Even someone as proud and arrogant as [ One Sword ] obediently followed the arrangements of the Royal Imperial Guard of the capital. His rusty sword was removed, and everyone took off their weapons and armor. After undergoing strict checks and screenings, they arrived at the foot of Martial Saint Mountain at three o'clock that afternoon.
I'm experiencing severe writer's block today. I've tried to organize my thoughts several times, so I can only manage one update today.
Tomorrow at midnight.