Chapter 705, in Full Swing

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The royal tourney continues.

At this time, Bellegar, who was sitting in the VIP seat, was immersed in writing, holding a quill pen in his hand, writing vigorously, without paying attention to what was happening in the Lion Ring Racecourse.

"Dwarf calendar, XXXX year X month X, today, Britannia held a royal tournament, Brother Lane sincerely begged me, the real king of Eight Peaks, the king of the Angrund clan, and the last king of Loen His son Belgar Hammer was a guest of honor, and considering his sincerity in his request, I agreed."

"To be honest, I think Brother Lane is very disrespectful. He didn't give the dwarves a chance to participate in the competition!"

"Brother Kelian said that he can't let the dwarves participate. Once a powerful dwarf participates, it will easily lose the suspense of the game. We must give others a little space to show ourselves."

"Brother Ryan is really right, that's right! Dwarves are too powerful, and we should give other races a chance. Brother Ryan really understands dwarves."

Belgar wrote for a while, feeling a little wrong, he thought for a while, and added: "But no one knows dwarves better than me."

After finishing this sentence, Bellegar nodded in satisfaction. He stroked his white beard and closed the heavy book. The booster seat made him feel a little uncomfortable. Bellegar raised his head and found that the Lion Ring Racecourse The situation within has changed. Amidst the cheers of the crowd, a Britannian knight and a White Wolf knight are preparing for the final competition.

"That's the champion of the last Knights Conference, Leofric Caral, he's fighting against a White Wolf Knight of the Empire!" The audience said one after another, and Bellega also focused his attention on Caral's. On him, he recognized this knight. The two sides had fought side by side in the battle to restore Mu Xilong, so they barely knew each other.

At this time, in the Lion Ring Racecourse, the young kingdom knight Leofric Caral was panting slightly. He seized the rest time and observed his next opponent.

It was a white wolf knight, wearing a snow-white wolf fur cloak, a silver full-body plate armor, with a bushy beard and long brown hair, which made it almost impossible for Leofric Caral to identify the other party All white wolf knights basically look like this, all with long hair and a big beard. Knights and nobles with this appearance have gone to the land of Midden and Nord.

It was his twelfth straight win and his thirteenth opponent.

But Leofric Caral is different. In addition to the breastplate + chain mail + outer burqa, this knight of the kingdom also wears a lot of ladies' clothes and some clothes that cannot be worn because of his twelve consecutive victories. Ladies' underwear is described, and a pair of lace stockings is also tied on his long sword.

This represents Leofric's glorious record and the favor he has received, and also represents the tradition of Breton.

Before the start of the game, the Britannian participating knights will go around the field and ask the noble ladies and noble ladies for "lady's favor". If the noble ladies and noble ladies like this knight and are willing to wave the flag for him, then will throw part of his clothing from the stands,

To express support, these gifts are believed to bring good luck to the knight. In fact, it is often true, because this is a world with true gods, magic and beliefs.

Although this will cause some untouchables to comment and reciprocate with malicious remarks and glances, this glorious tradition has always been preserved. In some cases, an unmarried knight is obliged to marry Bachelorette.

Leofric Carral's wife, Helen, the daughter of Hubald, Duke of Carcassonne, fell in love with him through this method at the last knight meeting, and the two finally got married.

Of course, this glorious tradition will also cause some of the most beautiful ladies to be "harassed" by a large number of knights. Occasionally, when a knight asks for a gift from a certain lady, she has no clothes to give blessings, so many unmarried The beautiful lady would wear a veil to avoid being entangled by the knights. For example, the fairy in the lake sitting in the main stand would shake her head and refuse each knight's favor, which was so cold and unreasonable.

But that's it ladies! This is our lady! She is always so cold and cruel. Before getting the Holy Grail, the goddess left only arrogance and indifference to her followers. Only those knights who have proved their virtues with victory and sacrifice can get a glimpse of her.

After a circle in his mind, Leofric took a deep breath, the fatigue of his limbs and the numbness of his hands told him that his physical strength had reached its limit.

But the tournament will not stop due to exhaustion. After a short rest, the duel resumes. With the help of attendants, the knights on both sides mounted their horses and began to charge.

"Forward! For Ulrich, for Middenheim!" The white wolf knight on the opposite side unleashed the barbarism and rage unique to the Middenlanders. The impact of horses rushed towards Leofric!

"For the lady! For Britannia! For Winford!" Leofric also unleashed his fury. He raised his lance and walked face to face along the track of the Lion Ring Racecourse. The knights faced each other, and launched a charge amidst the wind and the cheers of the audience!

"Bang!" the White Wolf Knight yelled, and the warhammer in his hand fell, and Leofric's lance was shattered. Seeing this, the kingdom knight immediately fell back on his horse, and the sturdy warhammer grazed his chest. There was a flash of sparks on the shoulder armor, and Leofric roared, almost knocked him off his horse.

"Yay yeah yeah!"

"Long live Urik!"

"The power of the White Wolf God!"

Waves of cheers broke out from the imperial VIP seats, and Karl Franz himself stood up and applauded.

"In the first round, the winner is Bernard Strobl, commander of the eighth company of the White Wolf Knights from the Empire's Midden Territory!" the Great Holy Grail Knight Karard, who was in charge of arbitration and referee, said loudly. The Holy Grail Knight who was famous in the old world looked a bit ugly, but he still gave the verdict fairly, and ruled that the White Wolf Knight won.

"Second round, get ready!"

"Huh~huh~" Leofric Caral gasped heavily. He threw away the broken lance, gritted his teeth, and drew out the mithril knight sword that he was blessed by the prophet of the lake god.

There is only one chance!

Following the battle cry for the lady and for Urik, the knights on both sides charged face to face again, and the half-breed elf horse under Leofric also adjusted its movements to the best. The figure of the knight turned into a cloud of blurred lightning, rolling directly towards the white wolf knight Bernard!

The White Wolf Knight can feel that the opponent's horse is faster than his own. The horses of Midden Land cannot be compared with the Bretanian horses in terms of ability, but it doesn't matter. The horses are not good enough. We still have strength and faith!

Flipping the warhammer up and down in his hand, Bernard was planning to give Leofric a fatal blow. His warhammer was aimed at Leofric's shoulder armor and kicked hard. Spurs, the White Wolf Knight waved his hammer and approached. This blow will end the knights of this kingdom!

In the next second, the knight's sword held high in Leofric's hand suddenly burst into dazzling light! The light was so bright that the white wolf knight who was concentrating on it was dizzy and felt a tingling sensation in his eyes. He had to squint his eyes, and at this second, Leofric He raised his sword and slammed down, and the sword grid hit the white wolf knight's temple head-on. The white wolf knight let out a painful cry, fell off his horse, and fell into a cloud of dust, making no more sound.

"One, two, three... ten! The winner has been divided, and the winner is Mr. Leofric Caral, a kingdom knight from the Principality of Wenford! Let us cheer for him!" Karard checked and confirmed Immediately after the White Wolf Knight lost his combat effectiveness, the winner of the match was announced.

"Yay yeah yeah!"

"Long live the lady!"

"Brittania is the strongest!"

"Glory to the ladies, victory to Brittany!"

The entire stand was full of cheers from the Bretons, the deafening shouts almost toppled the roofs of many stands, the banners shook violently, and the serfs kept shouting Leofric's name, almost smashing palm.

"Leo Frik! Leo Frik! Leo Frik!" This was Leo Frik's thirteenth consecutive victory, and Duke Hubald, who was sitting in the VIP seat, was a little proud of this. Carefully stroking his goatee, his daughter, Leofric's wife Helen even stood up and applauded her husband.

The victor can get all the weapons and horses of the loser, but the rules also allow the other party to pay a ransom to redeem their own things. Leofric's attendants immediately took full from the black-faced White Wolf Knight attendant. A bag full of gold marks was placed on a cart full of all kinds of gold and silver treasures and trophies.

The fairy in the lake also nodded slightly, affirming Leofric's performance. The attitude of the goddess made tens of thousands of audience members in the entire venue almost crazy!

Glory, courage, faith, virtue, this is Brittany, this is the kingdom of knights!

At this time, there were not many participating knights left on the entire Lion Ring racecourse. When Leofric came out again after a break of about 20 minutes to look at his next opponent, he was slightly taken aback.

Marius Leitdorf, Elector of Tuscany and Grand Duke of Averland, nicknamed "The Mad Count", is riding on his horse, nodding haughtily at him, holding two swords and a The Elector's Holy Sword, Mother of Destruction, an enchanted rune sword forged by his dwarven best friend, Marius' face was cruel and shameless, but his tone was very polite: "You are an excellent knight."

"Thank you." Leofric knew that he had encountered a strong enemy, he took the lance from his attendant, and prepared to meet the enemy.

"Therefore, defeating you is somewhat worthwhile." Marius continued: "It is not shameful to fail under my hands."

"???!!!" Leofric suddenly felt that he was offended, and some kind of flame deep in his heart was ignited. He threw away the lance and drew his long sword: "Very good My lady would be delighted to see the Elector of the Empire defeated by me!"

The two sides got on their horses and started the game.

Marius is different from Leofric, who likes to be silent. The moment he got on his horse, he shouted "For Charlemagne, for the Empire, for Karl Franz". As he charged, the Mad Count Suddenly there was a pig cry, and he waved his double swords frantically, forming an airtight defense net. Leofric and his knight sword slashed continuously, and the storm and Several sparks were sparked in the confrontation of the defense network, but there was nothing he could do about Marius' strength. At the moment of the confrontation, Marius deftly used the mother of destruction to block Leofric's blade, and his other The rune sword in his hand instantly drew a deadly arc, this blow pierced through Leofric's breastplate, leaving a wound of more than twenty centimeters on his chest.

At the end of the first round, Leofric could feel a burning pain in his chest, and the blood had already stained his inner lining.

The second round of confrontation again, this time, Leofric concentrated all his strength, he melted his will and strength together, he was almost crazy with excitement, the shining knight sword and the elector's holy sword repeatedly clashed, The sparks created were dizzying. Leofric swung his weapon vigorously, almost breaking the defense of the elector's holy sword. Dazzling bright light erupted from the sky again, and he wanted to knock down the elector of the empire with this blow!

But what is shocking is that Marius had already foreseen this moment. He had already closed his eyes. Relying on the blurred light and shadow, she easily raised her sword to block Leofric's blow. The Mother of Destruction slashed down and pierced the left arm of the knight of the kingdom. Leofric was almost collapsed by this blow. Trying hard to hold his own knight's sword, but his body had betrayed him, the kingdom knight barely fought back, staggering on his horse trying to keep his balance.

The Crazy Earl didn't give him any chance at all. He pulled the reins, and the horse raised its front hooves. Marius kicked Leofric in the stomach: "Go down!"

"Oh!" Leofric finally lost his balance. He fell off his horse and fell into the dust with many ladies' clothes hanging from his body. Soon, he lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss and was sent by his attendants. Rescue to stop the bleeding.

But the blood couldn't be stopped no matter what, the wound caused by the emperor's holy sword couldn't stop the bleeding and heal at all!

Marius took out a bottle of crystal clear potion from his pocket and threw it on the ground: "Use this."

"Thank you!" Leofric's attendants hurriedly picked it up and carried the unconscious kingdom knight down for treatment.

At this time, Leofric's wife, Helen, had already fainted on the spot because of the accident. Duke Hubald was so angry that his face was flushed. He immediately stood up and stretched out his hand to draw his sword. Several dukes hurriedly stopped him: " Hubbard! It's the game! Calm down!"

"Damn imperial people! The lady curses you!" Duke Hubald could only sit down with veins on his face.

In the main stand, Ryan shook his head slightly: "Leofric is very brave, but he still can't be Marius' opponent."

"His courage is admirable." The fairy in the lake said lightly: "Very good, Morgiana, remember to give him a new plate armor from my warehouse later, his armor is no longer worthy up to his level."

"Yes." Morgiana nodded in agreement.

After Leofric's failure, there are only three people left on the field of competition, namely Marius Elector, Duke Boderick and Estes, the woodland lord from the wood elves. The opponents, now, all three of them raised their heads and looked towards the main stand, waiting for the arrangement of the fairy in the lake.

But the goddess didn't say anything. Instead, Ryan stood up, and the King of Knights walked up to the stage: "Raise the duel stage!"

"Invite the three final contestants to enter the duel stage! The final final!"

"You guys will decide the outcome on the duel stage."

"The one who stays on the duel stage at the end is the champion of this royal tournament!"

"Champion! Champion! Champion!" There was a tsunami-like shout from the entire venue, and the human beings were in madness and excitement, preparing to witness the birth of the champion.

The Duke of Boldrow, the chosen champion of Sea God Mannan, the old Duke Boderick, who is over ninety years old, took the towel from the attendant and gently wiped his face covered with blood and stains. Raising his head, at this time, the sky was almost dusk, but under the divine power of the goddess and the illumination of the magic lamp, the venue was still extremely bright.

Even brighter is the Holy Grail placed in front of the main stand. The sacred golden cup is inlaid with countless precious stones, exuding an extremely attractive light. It is there, waiting for the winner to share the supreme glory.

Holy Grail! Belongs to my Holy Grail!

The old duke's hand held the Seagod Trident tightly.

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