Chapter 282: Lord Qinghui picked my peach, it's hard to accept

[Heart of Mist] In an adjacent knight's territory, a team of riders was moving slowly.

In addition to the Qinghui Guards and the Royal Guards that are part of the pilgrimage team, the team is also filled with a large number of Yonglan Knights.

The knights in sharp armor held the reins and galloped leisurely while singing loudly, chanting chapters of "Song of Yonglan". Compared with the core members who had stern faces and were extremely serious, their mental state was more joyful and excited.

It is clearly the eternal winter season, but as far as the eye can see, there are endless wheat fields. The golden wheat fields are covered with a layer of silver glow under the blowing of wind and snow, swaying slightly, creating wave after wave of wheat waves.

A bad environment does not mean that farming is impossible.

Although the environment around Yonglan's capital is very harsh and the God of Rides has no intention of changing the climate, mortals have their own ways. With a little research, they can cultivate high-yield crops that can thrive in the severe cold and even have eight harvests a year.

The technique is magical, isn’t it?
Westhead did not continue to stay on the floating battleship and look down at the earth, but rode on the back of a griffin and walked slowly along the road in the field.

He left the floating battleship to show his importance to the [Heart of Mist] and also because there was a no-fly zone near the capital similar to the Holy Grail Pool. Even though the battleship had the [Gift of Ascension] and could bully the Chaos Demon Army, it would not dare to act rashly in front of the barrier set up by the gods.

The griffin was quite large, with a strong and majestic body, and with a saddle, it was large enough for four or five people to ride on its back. In front of Westhead sat Myvana, and behind him was Leshia, who was hugging his waist. The three of them did not shy away from their intimate actions.

Whether it is Resia, Myvana or Westhead, they all have their own way of doing things, which is exactly the attitude that a strong person should have. If they care about other people's eyes and are timid, it would be too funny.

"The griffin of Yingxi Castle is so docile, like a well-behaved big cat. It is worthy of being bred by you. I salute the legendary beast training base Yingxi Castle."

Westhead stroked the griffin's fur, turned around and smiled at the big knight in black armor who was walking side by side with him.

Uther glanced at the great griffin, which was not only being ridden by three legendary celestial beings, but was also trembling under the might of Reshia's dragon. He could not help but complain:

"Actually, it's not docile. This Death Claw is the griffin leader we trained. It was originally a very ferocious beast and has a record of tearing thousands of people apart."

"It's okay. A pet that doesn't breathe is a good pet."

Westhead continued to stroke the griffin's hair, but after touching it for a long time, he found that it was Myvana's wolf tail. He pretended not to see it and continued to stroke the hair.

"To be honest, I'm very happy that you can join me."

Westhead said to Uther:
"Even though I have demonstrated overwhelming strength and attracted many Yonglan Knights to join me, almost no key Grand Knights have pledged their allegiance to me. Am I really not favored?"

"Because they will not easily tie their reputation to the king. It doesn't matter how many ordinary knight territories fall. As long as [Heart of Mist] still does not welcome you as its master, they will not come out to express their position."

Uther looked straight ahead and said calmly and firmly:

"But I am different. Lord Westhead has the ambition to embrace the world and swallow up the universe. He also has the ambition to overturn the past and be compassionate. This really makes my old bones excited."

As soon as the Black Knight finished speaking, the apprentices behind him began to praise him:
"As expected of Lord Uther, the other great knights are all opportunists, and they are far inferior to you in decisiveness and courage!"

"Conquer the Heart of Mist! What an exciting feat! Those who are afraid of death may never have this opportunity in their lifetime!"

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Bathed in the praise, Uther smiled slightly and waved his hand, saying, "Alas, no need to say more, just fight."

You are so good at pretending. I almost believed it.

Of course, Westhead knew why Uther slid down to his knees decisively, but it would be impolite to say such a thing out loud.

Anyway, ignoring those unpleasant threats and inducements, the meeting between Westhead and Uther was quite pleasant. Originally, the proportion of the Knights of Yonglan in the pilgrimage team was still very small, but once the army of Yingxi Castle joined, it became a decent team.

Westhead has always been tolerant and friendly to allies who understand the general situation.

He pointed a finger at the horizon:
"In that case, I cannot let Lord Uther bear the bad reputation of not being able to judge people well. Cross this knight's territory and reach the heart of Yonglan. I will prove to you how far-sighted and wise your choice is."

The ultimate and most crucial goal of the pilgrimage is to conquer the [Heart of the Mist]. Everything else is unimportant; they are all just preparations for conquering the [Heart of the Mist].

If you are sure, you can even go directly to the [Heart of Mist] and capture this capital. Then you will naturally be able to control all parts of Yonglan. It is just a matter of time.

"It is great that Lord Westhead has such confidence."

Uther nodded calmly, not looking particularly excited.

Of course, he hoped that Westhead could take the position of Knight King, and he also thought it was possible. However, as a great knight with a body and mind as strong as steel, Uther could not pin his hopes on others unilaterally, and he had to be mentally prepared for the possibility of failure in his pilgrimage at any time.

Learn virtues and leave enough room for retreat!
The team continued to march for a while, and Westhead saw the Qinghui Guards riding griffins descending from the sky.

"Your Majesty! We have discovered a group of knights heading this way!"

The wolf-eared girl beside Lord Qinghui shook her head, her purple-black hair slapping the man's cheek behind her, and turned around and said:

"Weiss, is there another person coming to seek refuge?"

"Probably. How many waves has this been today? Never mind. This is a good thing. Let's go and take a look."

Upon hearing this, Westhead waved his hand and smiled, actively driving the griffin under his crotch to speed up.

With the opening of Yingxi Castle, public opinion in the Kingdom of Yonglan was completely ignited. With the support of a highly respected knight like Uther, the knights of Yonglan joined the pilgrimage team one after another.

This is also the reason why Westhead moved slowly, as he could expand too much military power along the way.

Following the direction indicated by the Griffin Knight, they soon encountered a group of knights riding hoverbikes.

Yes, motorcycles. Although Yonglan Knights are called knights, there is no requirement for them to have mounts, and mounts do not necessarily have to be living creatures. As the times progress, the Kingdom of Yonglan will also keep pace with the times. This is not a matter of principle.

This group of knights were obviously of a more advanced type. They did not wear traditional mithril armor, but all of them wore construct armor, which was full of a sense of power that was a close combination of mechanical and human body lines.

The leading knight jumped off the hoverbike, bowed slightly, and then shouted to Westhead:

"We are the Knights of the Broken Mirror stationed at the border of the Heart of Mist."

"Sir Westhead! We heard that you were on your pilgrimage to claim the throne, and that you were making great progress along the way. Even Sir Black Knight joined you, so we came to seek your advice."

"I remember the knights under your Qinxin family, the outer guards of [Heart of Mist]."

Westhead was slightly surprised, jumped off the griffin, and asked with a frown while turning the scabbard:
"So, you're here to stop me?"

For a single knight group to intercept the pilgrim army would be tantamount to committing suicide, but considering that they were the Eiran Knights, it was normal for them to rush forward out of their heat of passion.

Just as Westhead was thinking about how to defeat the invading knights, Myvana suddenly spoke up:
"I've heard Teacher Viona mention the Knights of the Broken Mirror. You are her followers."

"Yes, we were inspired by Lady Viona and swore to follow her. Lord Qinghui, are you conducting this pilgrimage in the name of the Lord of Twilight Territory?"

"It's obvious."

The most basic prerequisite for the King's Pilgrimage is to have the support of at least one knight territory, and Westhead's starting point is undoubtedly the Dusklight Territory. The leader of the Broken Mirror Knights immediately sighed and said:

"I still think it's best to let Lady Viona conduct the pilgrimage to the throne. Lady Viona has contributed so much to the construction of Dusk Lantern Territory, but in the end, the peach was picked by Lord Qinghui. It's really unbearable."

"You're still upset!"

Westhead was immediately happy, but he thought about it again and nodded:

"But if that's really the case, then what do you have to say? Do you want to seek justice for your master?"

The leader of the Folding Mirror Knights shook his head and said:

"No, since the student that Lady Viona entrusted her life to trusts you, and Lord Black Knight also trusts you, then we are willing to try to believe you, but before that..."

He drew out the two axes hanging from his waist and said boldly:
"Lord Qinghui! Show us your power to become king!"

Westhead had heard similar requests countless times in the past few days. In addition to those scattered traveling knights, the leaders of the knight groups who brought their own dry food would make similar requests.

Even if you know you can't win, you still want to see the king's strength with your own eyes, and you are willing to be beaten to death for this.

Westhead can only express complete understanding and respect for this.

"Okay, okay! Come on then, one by one? Or all at once?"

Lord Qinghui threw the [Shadow Life] on his waist to the ground, strode forward, and his clenched fists made crisp popping sounds at the joints.

The hot breath was gently exhaled, almost with tangible sparks:
"Oh, it doesn't matter. I can do anything."

"In that case, in order for us to experience your power as much as possible, please forgive us for our unjust act of using our numbers to bully the few."

The leaders of the Knights of the Broken Mirror looked at each other and then rushed forward.

"Chi chi chi——"

Their constructed armor was put on in an instant, and then their bodies turned into flowing ripples or galloping thunder, and came in front of Westhead. All kinds of weapons cooperated tacitly, directly attacking the latter's vital points.

“Nice body skills.”

Westhead commented with great interest, saying that these charging skills were obviously the result of hard work and practice.

The practice of each type of physical movement and combat skill is quite difficult and requires a lot of time and energy, so much so that Westhead does not want to delve into it too much.

By the way, the legendary talent that Reshia awakened seems to be [Thunder Cloud Incarnation]? This thing is the top body skill of the dragon clan, and I should be able to get it for free later.

From this perspective, the white-haired dragon girl is really a treasure girl. As she continues to grow, there are more and more talents, expertise and skills that can be shared with me, which is very good.

Although he was facing an attack from multiple knights, Westhead's thoughts were extremely scattered.

He really doesn't need to concentrate seriously because muscle memory will help him react.

"Boom!"

Westhead easily blocked many sharp blows with his fingers, but the refined gold and enchanted swords and axes could not cut through the former's flesh and blood.

The fierce attack could not advance an inch in front of the afterimage of the finger. After the Mirror Knights tried their best but failed to break through the defense of a single finger, Westhead took action.

He took a step forward and elbowed the knight on his left away, followed by a punch, a kick, and another elbow.

It was a simple move, but the elite knights in construct armor were unable to resist and flew backwards like rag dolls.

After a smooth set of fighting skills, the attacking knight leaders almost fainted in an instant and lost their combat ability. The only one who could withstand the attack was the leader of the Broken Mirror Knights, who actually used his double axes to neutralize the force of Westhead's elbow.

The fact that he cannot be killed instantly is enough to show his value.

As for the strongest among the Knights, Westhead would naturally take special care of him.

Just like he treated other knight lords who came to ask for a fight, Westhead grabbed the throat and pressed the Knight Commander of the Broken Mirror to the ground, then pressed his knees on him, completely ignoring any resistance from the latter and raised his right hand high.

One punch.

"Oh!"

Westhead punched his opponent in the face one after another. Even though he was holding back, the ground was still shaking horribly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Every time a punch was thrown down and raised up, dust and flesh would fly up. Under Westhead's brutal violence, the Knight Commander could only groan.

Only when Westhead felt the struggle under his knees almost disappear did he give up the one-sided abuse, stand up, and look down at the Knight Commander who seemed to be paralyzed:
"Do you know? This value is the reason for becoming the king!"

Without any combat skills or spells, Westhead didn't even trigger a decent T0 talent. He simply relied on his physical strength to crush the opponent.

I'm really good at it!
"Cough! Cough cough cough!!! Too strong! It's really too strong, Lord Qinghui!"

"I'm just like a bug, insignificant!"

Although his face was covered in blood and his skull was almost cracked in half, the leader of the Knights of the Broken Mirror was still extremely excited. He leaned forward and shouted:

"Even Lady Viona back then didn't ravage me to such an extent. You are qualified. You are indeed qualified to be the king!"

The Knight Commander stood up tremblingly, raised his one arm that was still able to move, and turned around:

"Brothers and sisters! I have decided to support Lord Westhead as king! What do you think?!"

His speech immediately received enthusiastic responses from his companions:
"Excellent! Excellent!"

"Lord Westhead must be the king who inherited Lady Viona's last wish!"

"Long live!!"

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Looking at the cheering faces of the Knights of the Folding Mirror, Lord Qinghui hesitated to speak.

Westhead didn't want to be the cheap heir of the [Sword of Star Lake], but when he caught a glimpse of a big furry tail spinning next to him, he closed his mouth again.

Since Mivana is happy, it doesn't matter if I just acquiesce.

(End of this chapter)