Chapter 704, Royal Tournament

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In the thousands of years of history, there has never been a more exciting event than the Royal Tournament. In the magnificent Lion Ring Racecourse, the loud and noisy voices resounded from every corner. Overwhelming the panting of horses and the clash of spears, horses' hoofs beating the ground, shields colliding with spear points, knights sweating and showing glory, the smell of barbecue and cheap cider can't hide the smell of sweat and dirt The smell of a royal tourney.

This is a grand celebration, and it is also a rare aristocratic activity in the life of Brittany serfs who can relax, entertain and participate. After the fairy of the lake established the country in Brittania, there was an oracle that allowed serfs to Our participation in this highest-level grand ceremony is a rare happy time in their long-term toil and dull life. Knights and lords will ride horses, go to the arena, and use their own lances to fight for the highest honor for themselves. When the horses clash, and the light and shadow of the lance crosses the hot air, it is the place of the competition, and the crowd will burst into cheers one after another. Everyone hopes that the knight they support can win. ultimate victory.

This is the Royal Tournament.

Like the history of the founding of Britannia, the Royal Tournament also has a history of thousands of years. It used to be a way for the Britannian knights to ensure the fighting power and sense of glory of the knights when they enjoyed a short time of peace. However, due to this contest The conference provided a platform for those unknown and underappreciated knights to show their strength, so it quickly became the most popular event in the entire kingdom, and gradually formed the current Royal Tournament.

Although the Royal Tournaments have never fallen out of favor in the long history, since the Tower of Dole incident, the number of Royal Tournaments in Britannia has indeed been held less and less. Today, there have been nearly two The Royal Tournament has not been held in ten years. In fact, it is not that the King of Knights does not want to hold it, but that after the Dole Tower incident, Britannia began to decline, and the financial capacity of the Kingdom gradually became unable to support such a large-scale event.

However, unlike Richard's financial constraints, Ryan is rich, and the new king is really rich. He took out 30,000 gold crowns in one breath, plus a proper subsidy from the Fairy Church in the Lake. The material conditions That's enough.

Historically, there have been many famous royal tournaments in Brittania. Before the Principality of Artois died out, the Duke of Artois once recruited a relative for his only daughter, and the winner could marry and inherit. As the Duke of Artois, hundreds of knights were beaten to death in order to marry the Duke's daughter.

The King of Knights, Jules the Righteous, held a royal tourney in the Duchy of Wynfort, where he defeated a wood elf prince, and the wood elves were forced to give up a disputed territory, where the Bretons were A brand new Church of the Holy Grail was built.

The colorful flags are fluttering, and this year's Royal Tournament is particularly grand. Hundreds of chefs are gathered together, and all kinds of fine wines and dishes are continuously served.

The Fairy of the Lake, Knight King Ryan, Queen Suria, Lake God Witch Morgiana and others sat on the main stand. The dazzling golden Holy Grail was placed in front of the stage. Hundreds of Britannian knights were full of heart. Excited and crazy, this is an opportunity to show yourself in front of the ladies. If you can win, you will be rewarded with the Holy Grail

"My lady, you really want the Holy Grail as a reward." Ryan sat beside the lake fairy, Queen Suria sat on his right hand, Morgiana sat on the left hand side of the lake fairy, Olika and Sylvia stood behind them, and Veronica moved a chair with a shameless face, and insisted on squeezing in the main stand, and Ryan had to let her.

Teresa was not as thick-skinned as Veronica, and she followed Aurora to the VIP seat.

"If there is a feat worth mentioning, then why not?" The fairy in the lake sat on a high chair with a ladylike posture very dignifiedly, with a pair of beautiful white legs slightly tilted, seeing Ryan asking, she smiled casually "Occasionally, it is good to give some encouragement to the knights, but the Holy Grail will not be so easy to get. Whether the knights can get my approval depends on themselves."

It can be seen that the fairy in the lake is in a very good mood, her light blue heels tapped the wooden floor lightly, and she said playfully, "Anyway, neither the people from the empire nor the people from the southern country can be our cloth The opponents of the Litanian knights, if the wood elves win, then very well, they will only get a gold cup, unless the champion is a Tyrell knight"

When the fairy in the lake said this, Ryan, Suria, and Morgiana couldn't help laughing, but Veronica didn't understand.

Today's Witch Garland is dressed up, and she is extremely proud that she has finally entered the pyramid of human society. Veronica knew that if she wanted to integrate into them, she could not be excluded from the topic, so she immediately tried to ask "Can you explain, Sister Ryan Suria?"

"The knight from Tyrell has won the Britannia Royal Tournament three times." Ryan smiled and talked about this past, and the King of Knights smiled helplessly.

It is true that the knights of the Tyrell Kingdom in the southern country have won the Royal Tournament three times, but what they have done has made the Britannia people feel contemptuous and disgusted, from the fairy in the lake to the serf. They all hated those so-called knights in Tyrell. Even the serfs who scolded these rogue knights would not only not be scolded by the knights, but they might even get a glass of ale and a piece of barbecue if they scolded them well.

Tyrell's rogue knights won the royal tourney for the first time more than 600 years ago. At that time, it was the era of the third generation of knight king "White Death" Guillaume. In the tournament, a team of Tyrell The knights joined the tourney, and then defeated the Britannian knights in the lance charge, triumphantly took the prize, and stunned everyone.

As a result, the Bretanians discovered afterwards that the lances ordered by these rogue knights were about 30 centimeters longer than the normal standard lances. In this competition, the Britannian knights certainly could not win the lances. showdown

The second time the rogue knights of Tyrell won the royal tourney was in a final, the two knights faced off for several rounds, and the Britannian knight suddenly twitched and foamed at the mouth during the duel. Knocked down, the Tyrells took the prize again, they vehemently denied that they had poisoned their weapons, and kindly suggested to the Bretons that your knight is sick and should go to Thalia Sanatorium .

For the third time, when the rogue knights of Tyrell participated in the tournament again, the Bretons had learned their wisdom. They checked the weapons of the Tyrells and set strict rules of the game. When the knight was about to enter the game, a Tyrell noble lady rushed out of the crowd excitedly and gave the Britannian knight a passionate kiss. Out of chivalry and vanity, the knight did not refuse.

As a result, shortly after the start of the game, the Britannian knight turned blue and confused, and was easily defeated. He was poisoned and died afterwards. The defeated Britannian was forced to withdraw the army that attacked Tyrell as agreed .

Similarly, the Tyrells refused to admit that the noble lady's lips were poisoned afterwards.

"You can't trust an Imperial unless the other is a Tyrell."

brittanian proverb

"Well, it turns out that the Tyrells are so shameless." After hearing this, Veronica felt really speechless, but the Tyrells really don't have any spirit of contract. What they like most is stealing and cheating, and Due to Tyrell's chaotic political situation and never being unified, local protectionism and populism are extremely prevalent in Tyrell, both in the principality's court and in the courts. Kidnapped by the populists, the nobles often made random promises in order to run for the prince of the city-state. Anyway, they were elected first, which led to almost permanent chaos in Tyrell's political situation without the pressure of foreign enemies.

"Teresa just doesn't want to come up?" Ryan cared about the sorceress instead.

"Teresa said she wanted to be with Aurora." Suria shook her head. The female knight wore a tiara and was dressed in emerald jewels. She was so glamorous. "She said she didn't want to be special."

"Oh, what a rigid and proud little princess, this kind of opportunity comes only a few times in a lifetime." Veronica immediately sneered, "How many opportunities does a witch have in her life to sit with the King of Knights and the Lady of the Lake to watch the game? Impossible things, in this case, maybe just a few words or a deal, the matter can be resolved, if she keeps putting on airs all her life, then she"

"Okay, Veronica, let's watch the game." Knowing that Veronica was about to taunt Teresa again, Ryan hurriedly signaled her to shut up.

The maelstrom and the fighting in the backyard Ryan vaguely knows that the women are not convinced by each other, and he can only pretend not to know about many things, but they have reached a consensus in terms of unity and cooperation. Ryan can only let his freedom go. The only thing he wanted was to consolidate the authority of Su Liya's wife, and he couldn't control anything else.

On the other side, in the VIP seats, the emperor Karl Franz and others were also sitting on the stands. At this time, the Britannian knights, the imperial knights and the wood elf riders had entered the arena one after another. The emperor watched with great interest. Looking at the grand occasion in the arena, he said to Marius who was sitting next to him, "I remember that this kind of knight competition was introduced to the empire many years ago."

"That's right, many years ago." Elector Marius said with disdain on his face, "But the national conditions of the empire are like this. Unlike the supervision of the Lady of the Lake church and the whip of the Lady of the Lake on the other side of the mountain, this kind of martial arts tournament in our empire was not at the beginning. It's good, but after several or ten sessions, no matter how good the starting point is, it will eventually become a place for a group of noble children to brush up their qualifications and compete for their family heritage. The champion is often decided before the competition even starts. Except that your Royal Rick Guard Tournament is not faked because the emperor personally supervises it, everything else is the same."

"Ah heh heh heh..." Marius said the truth so directly that the electors of the empire were a little embarrassed, and everyone laughed awkwardly and wanted to expose this topic.

"No, Urik won't allow this to happen, Marius, you are talking nonsense," Elector Boris said dissatisfiedly, staring at his one eye.

As soon as the words fell, an imperial knight was knocked off his horse by a knight of the Kingdom of Britannia with a lance, rolled around on the turf a few times, and passed out.

"Fnnd Middenheim never holds a tournament. You choose the White Wolf Knight from among your own people with the purest blood and the most kills. You think I don't know?" Elector of Tarabeheim and Lord of Tarabeck Grand Duke Helmut Ferhaba immediately retorted "shit, what a shame."

"You do what you want," Boris retorted, "Didn't you claim that your dark sword skills are very powerful?"

"It's not dark swordsmanship at all, it's slow swordsmanship." Elector of Wolfen and Grand Duke of Ostland Wamir complained, "We all know that Helmut's main source of combat power It's his crotch, and his half-griffin mount can fight more than he can."

"Ahem, the weather has turned cold these days, I'm not very comfortable, let's forget it this time." Sure enough, the Elector Helmut knew that he was not strong enough, he coughed twice, "By the way, you found out that there is no Ryan?" Your Majesty the King, he is surrounded by women, and our Majesty Karl is surrounded by a group of stinky men, it is so strange, I was shocked, the new king is really cool, is he busy with reading every day?"

"Hahahahaha" There was a burst of laughter from the VIP seats on the empire side. The emperor and the electors realized that this was really the case. Karl Franz smiled at Emilia, "Emmanolie, you Do you want to go up and join them?"

"Why don't you fight Ryan one-on-one, my lord?" Emilia replied angrily, "My lord, haven't you noticed that all the knights of the empire are about to be eliminated?"

It was only then that the people who were joking realized that indeed, the imperial knights had been defeated one after another, and they were all about to be eliminated. Although the strength of the imperial knights was indeed inferior to that of the Britannian knights, the emperor's face was not as good. nice.

"Gentlemen, tell me, if an imperialist wins the royal tourney in Brittania, will the Lady of the Lake bestow upon him the power of the Holy Grail?" At this moment, the Elector Marius spoke, and the mad count's expression changed. Like seeing my favorite prey, "I can't help but want to see the reaction of the lady in the lake."

"Marius, you want to play" Karl Franz immediately realized Marius' plan.

"Why not?" Marius smiled. "I'm not afraid of anyone except the Holy Grail Knight. Today I'm going to experience the strength of the knight on the other side of the mountain."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for everyone's reaction, Marius Leitdorf, Elector of Tuscany and Grand Duke of Iveland, drew out his Elector Holy Sword, Mother of Destruction. He sneered and signaled his attendants to lead his mount. , the Imperial steed named Daisy Kurt von Helding II.

He's ready to play in person.

On the other side, in the VIP seats of Brittania, the dukes also saw this scene. François said to Berhemond, "Look, the mad count of the empire is going to play, and the knights we sent may Not his opponent."

"The glory of the Unholy Grail belongs only to us Bretons. We must not allow the Imperials to win the Holy Grail." Bohemond seemed to be touched by some sensitive nerve, "Never allow the attendant to come to me."

"No, Bohemond, you can't play." Kingdom Regent Lawn said quickly, "As the Holy Grail Knights, we already possess the power and glory of the Holy Grail. In terms of chivalry, we can't go down to compete for the Holy Grail. We can't go It's not chivalry to take what we've got"

"Then what should we do?" Bohemond asked Francois subconsciously, wanting to ask his opinion.

"If the empire sends an elector, then we will also send a duke. The duke who is not a Holy Grail knight will be fine." Francois said lightly, "As for the candidate"

"Leave it to me" Duke Bodeloo, the god-chosen champion of Sea God Mannan, Duke Boderick stood up, his eyes were full of fanaticism and piety, and the Holy Grail he longed for was close at hand." Let me meet the Mad Count of the Empire"

After finishing speaking, before everyone agreed, the old duke, who was over ninety years old, directly took the Seagod Trident from his subordinates and prepared to end

At the same time, at the seat of the elves, Teclis was stationed with Lilith's staff of the moon. He noticed that there would be legendary lords from both the empire and Britannia to compete for the Holy Grail. Seeing this, the Supreme Master turned to Allah Ross says 'Eisley is not going to play'

"I'm not fit to leave, unless Ryan himself leaves." Alaros shook his head. He stared blankly at the Fairy of the Lake who was joking with Ryan in the distance. Antler helmet, his face gradually became firm "But we will take the Holy Grail and dedicate it to Lilith Estes"

"In" a wood elf prince came from behind to the front, his face covered with oil paint and resin, full of unruly and wild strength.

"Go and win this tournament and bring that Holy Grail"

"yes"