That afternoon, at sunset.
Meierbeili, the leader of the largest mercenary group within a million miles Wind-Racing Horse, appeared Chambord City with six of his ten generals, bringing valuable gifts to congratulate the King of Chambord on his wedding.
Their appearance was something that countless people had not expected.
Although the [ Wind-Racing Horse ] mercenary group does not possess the title of an empire, it is definitely a powerful force comparable to an empire.
They are the most powerful mercenary group within a million miles.
The leader of the group Meierbeili, possesses unfathomable strength. Decades ago, he was already a renowned Moon Class expert, sweeping across the land and becoming one of the strongest within a million miles. He supported the [ Wind-Racing Horse ] mercenary group, which was feared by all. The group was full of experts, and its foundation even surpassed that of the royal families of the empires.
[ Wind-Racing Horse ] even has its own fiefdom and subjects. Unlike other mercenary groups, they also have their own elite main battle legion. Although there is only one leg, it is composed entirely of warriors who have generated Dou Qi, making their combat power extremely terrifying.
Since its inception, [ Wind-Racing Horse ] has rarely accepted single-sect commissions. Their employers are mostly royal families of various empires. They serve the emperors, appear in wars between empires, make a fortune from war, and possess combat power that surpasses that of ordinary armies. They are elusive and terrifying.
Known as the " War Pirate," Meierbeili was eccentric and aloof, extremely protective of his own, and very bloodthirsty. He was notorious for only caring about money and not people, and even some emperors of empires were not respected by him.
Such an unruly individual, unexpectedly, today, for the sake of a junior like King of Chambord, has personally led the best members of his group to congratulate him on his wedding. This is truly beyond everyone's expectations, and the implications are worth pondering.
What surprised countless people even more was that, despite all this, King of Chambord did not show up.
The [ Wind-Racing Horse ] mercenary group was received by Best, the Best of Chambord City, whose martial arts were completely different from those of the Bordeaux Empire delegation. The hundreds of elite mercenaries were required to be stationed on the south bank of the Zuli River outside the city, and only the leader, Meierbeili, and his six generals were allowed to enter Chambord City.
To many, such a request is utterly rude.
After all, it was already a great honor for such distinguished figures as the Prince of the Bordeaux Empire and Meierbeili to make an exception and come to congratulate them on their wedding. The fact that the King of Chambord was so indifferent was an insult to the two honored guests. It was as if he had become arrogant and ignorant of his place after achieving fame at a young age.
The next day, in the morning, the weather was fine and sunny.
Crown Prince Gilano of the Saint-Germain Empire, accompanied by his four concubines known as the " Death Enchantresses," arrived in Chambord City to congratulate the King of Chambord on his wedding, escorted by over four hundred elite soldiers and experts of the Saint-Germain Empire.
This time, King of Chambord Alexander unexpectedly appeared.
At dawn, King of Chambord personally went out of the city to greet Gilano and his entourage from several miles away with great enthusiasm.
However, it was only a fleeting glimpse. Many martial artists who were eager to witness the splendor of King of Chambord were unable to see the true face of this legendary King. From beginning to end, a thin mist-like substance shrouded King of Chambord's entire body. Even martial artists at the sixth or seventh Star Class, even if they had reached their peak strength and strained their eyes, could not see King of Chambord's true appearance through this strange mist.
Many foreign warriors, especially those from outside the Zenit Empire, experienced the power of King of Chambord for the first time.
Although they couldn't see his true face, the powerful aura he unintentionally exuded was enough to make them feel a suffocating pressure. As long as they got within a hundred meters of King of Chambord, every martial artist felt as if an invisible, towering figure was pressing down on their heads, and their bones felt like they were about to break.
With One Fist Spanning the Heavens, the genius king truly lived up to his reputation.
King of Chambord's fleeting appearance this time shocked and silenced those restless hearts that had been slightly agitated by the passage of time over the past few days.
The following afternoon, the weather changed from sunny to cloudy with strong winds.
Prince Nasri of the Marseille Empire arrived in Chambord City with 500 elite guards and several powerful Marseille Empire warriors.
That evening, Prince Saha of the Metz Empire led a wedding congratulatory delegation to...
On the third day, the leader of the [ Fire Blood ] mercenary group, the second largest mercenary group within a million miles, Goodjohnsen, arrived with his group's best members...
The third afternoon...
Day 4...
As time went by, more and more important figures who were usually out of reach, and princes of great empires, appeared in Chambord City. The military forces of various countries stationed on the Zuli River outside Chambord City numbered nearly 10,000, and they were all elite troops from various empires and forces.
Under the red sun, banners fluttered in the breeze.
Even the wind carried the sounds of bugles and the scent of iron and blood. Standing on the Chambord City and looking out, across the Zuli River, colorful banners stretched like dragons, camps like mounds, swords gleamed, and spears stood like a forest, almost covering the green land and extending into the distance.
The number of skilled fighters inside the city and the strength of the army outside the city had reached an astonishing level.
With such strength, wiping out a first-level empire wouldn't be a difficult task.
By this time, even a fool would gradually notice the strange smell permeating the air.
The scale of the wedding procession far exceeds the most extravagant limit that a King of a vassal state could achieve for his wedding. It is even likely that the weddings of the emperors of the surrounding empires would not have such a grand spectacle.
Although King of Chambord is undoubtedly a genius who has emerged out of nowhere in the Zenit Empire and enjoyed unparalleled fame, he is still quite young and his influence is limited. He can only be considered a rising star in the martial arts world within Zenit and cannot affect other empires or powers. So why would he receive congratulations from so many super powers within a radius of tens of thousands of miles?
Moreover, the fact that the Zenit Empire allowed so many imperial delegations from Marseille, Bordeaux, Saint-Germain, and the two major mercenary groups to enter its territory was already somewhat illogical.
After all, the situation within a million miles is already very tense, and a chaotic war within the empire is about to break out. Allowing so many experts and elites from various countries to enter the country is itself a very risky thing. Once the war breaks out, these people will become a major threat to Zenit, causing fatal damage and casualties.
The Zenit Imperial Family has remained completely silent on this matter.
They didn't even send troops or experts to escort them, leaving only a small, first-class vassal state like Chambord City to handle it?
Is this overconfidence in the King of Chambord? Or has he simply abandoned Chambord City, using it as a pawn to fend for itself amidst so many powerful forces?
A heavy weight of questions, like layers of dark clouds, hung over Chambord City.
The wedding of the King of Chambord was like a crucial move on a chessboard where all sides were laying out their plans. It involved an unimaginable balance for outsiders, attracted the attention of all parties, and tested the patience and willpower of countless people.
Once all the pieces are placed, the situation can change the Storm Riders.
As the Dark Ages of Imperial Chaos began, fate intervened once again, bringing this small town to the northernmost known human territory on the continent.
The Storm Riders are rising, and a storm is brewing.
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