Chapter 706, Salute to the Birth of the Champion!

At this time, it was gradually getting dark, and the attendants and dwarf craftsmen began to enter the arena, preparing to set up the duel stage. The competition did not start immediately, because whether it was Boderick, Marius or Estes of the Wood Elf, they had actually fought against each other. After several games, they were all a little tired and slightly injured. Everyone rested temporarily, waiting for the completion of the stage.

Among them, there was an episode in which two knights, Cedric, a knight-errant from Le-Angulan, and Potter, another knight-errant from Lyonnaise, applied to Ryan for a life-and-death battle.

What is life and death?

It is an unlimited duel between two knights. Unless one party voluntarily surrenders, the duel must be continued until one party dies. It is an extremely cruel duel method. Only when the two knights have extremely deep enmity and cannot be reconciled through negotiation Only then would they choose this life-and-death duel.

"My lord, I sincerely ask you, is this duel a recreation or a duel of honor?"

"Never, you must die!"

The Supreme Order of the Second King of Knights "The Reckless" Lewis at the Royal Tournament

Ryan didn't really want to see this life-and-death duel, but both sides insisted that since there is such a glorious tradition, Ryan has no reason to object. Seeing that the fairy in the lake did not express his opinion, he nodded in agreement.

It is said that Cedric and Porter had an irreparable disagreement because of a beautiful lady named Le-Winter. The devil knows who took the love away. Both sides always look at each other with hatred in their eyes. Ryan shook his head straight watching: "Well, this is an old drama. Everyone likes to watch this kind of emotional dispute. Anyway, watching the excitement is not a big deal."

"Hey~" Veronica came up from behind, and Witch Jialan smiled and said in Ryan's ear: "It's like this, didn't you tell me that the people like it, and you don't like it, who are you?" ?”

"Hahahahaha!" Ryan laughed when he heard the words, he stretched out his hand and pinched the delicate face of Witch Jialan: "That was before, I was a people before, and now I am a king, it's enough if I don't like it, my dear Yes, you use the sword from the previous dynasty to kill the king of this dynasty?"

"Come on, take this witch down, dress her up and send her to my room." After finishing speaking, Ryan said majesticly, "I want her to experience my spear riding skills for herself."

The fairy in the lake couldn't stop laughing when she heard the words, Ryan was always so humorous.

"Woooo~" Veronica pretended to be frightened, she quickly shrank behind Suria, and complained to her wife: "Sister Suria, look at Ryan, when a man has money and power, he immediately turns bad You have to control him, we can only count on you!"

Suria was actually quite envious of Veronica who dared to play jokes with Ryan unscrupulously, and also dared to ignore Ryan's increasingly terrifying majesty and the heavy pressure on her body. The queen of Britannia could only hold the king's hand with a smile. : "Lian won't be that kind of person, Ms. Veronica, why don't you just sacrifice yourself to appease the king's anger."

"Hahahaha~" There was a burst of laughter from the main stand, and Morgiana seemed to remember something again, and laughed along with her.

Now there is still some time before the final duel. After watching the game for an afternoon, everyone was a little hungry. A lot of food was brought into the arena. Except for the fairy in the lake who just took a few fruits, everyone in the stands was hurrying. Time to eat and time to rest.

"It's a pity that Devonhill didn't come. He should come to see this kind of grand martial arts tournament. It will be very good for his future." Suria elegantly cut the juicy beef with a knife and fork,

Then use a fork to roll up the Tyrell noodles wrapped in tomato sauce. The queen regrets that the little prince didn't come.

Devonhill did not attend the royal tourney in the afternoon because Angron said he had a private party and asked little Devonhill if he wanted to go and meet the world together. Little Devonhill was closest to Angron Naturally, he agreed with both hands. Ryan considered that fighting and killing young Devonhill was not very good at such a young age, so he let little Devonhill go with Angron.

Surya was a little worried: "I don't know what happened to Devin, what was he eating at night."

"It's okay, Suria, my son is following Uncle Angron, there is no possibility of accidents." Ryan complained: "Just don't worry."

"I'm not worried about this, I just think it would be better if he could feel the atmosphere." Su Liya was still a little concerned.

"There will be many opportunities in the future, my wife." Ryan smiled slightly, seeing that her husband had made a decision, Suria stopped talking. As Ryan's wife, Suria was actually in charge of Ryan's court, but She rarely objected to Ryan's decision, which was considered a tacit understanding between husband and wife.

At this time, Duke Boderick was sitting on a bench in the Lion Ring Racecourse. The old Duke was already old, panting heavily, sweating profusely, and his limbs were numb. The legendary peak powerhouse, Bo Derek, who is nearly a hundred years old, is equivalent to the age of a normal person around fifty years old. As a fighter, he can feel that his physical fitness has been gradually improving every day since he was eighty years old. The decline, the shackles of physical fitness and the decline of physical fitness forced him to change his fighting style, but even so, Boderick's physical fitness was still not comparable to that of the wood elf woodland lord who was a long-lived species, and this year, who was only forty years old, was at the golden age. Compared with the young Marius Elector.

Is he old? Bo Derick asked himself in the depths of his heart more than once.

"Father, let's eat something." His eldest son, Fedmond, came up from behind. The baron in his fifties this year, his first in line heir, brought a glass of clear water blessed by the prophet of the lake god. , and a few small elf cookies.

This kind of elf biscuit is imported from the White Tower of Hoth, the Kingdom of Safri, a high elf. Just a small piece can cover a meal, quickly restore physical strength, ensure nutrition, and not hurt the stomach. Of course, the price is quite high for high elves, too. Only the nobles can enjoy it.

"Fedmond." Boderick looked at his son, and there was a trace of love in the old duke's eyes. This is his son. Fedmond has already completed the Holy Grail expedition. Has his son succeed him: "Thank you."

"Father, come on, you can't lose, Poldero can't lose, Britannia can't lose." Fedmond sat beside his father, and he looked at his father's two opponents: "The enemy is very strong , but we are the descendants of His Excellency Marcus, son of the Sea God, and we will never fear any enemy!"

"That's right, never underestimate the heart of a champion." Bo Derek rested for a while, he picked up the Sea God Trident, and stood up again.

At this time, the pecking between the two ranger knights in the life-and-death struggle was over. Potter hacked Cedric to death, pierced his heart with a sharp sword, and declared his victory.

The attendants came up to clean up the scene, and then signaled that the duel stage had been cleaned up.

The three contestants came to the stage almost at the same time. Estes, the lord of the woodland, rode a stag, and Marius and Boderick rode their favorite horses. They stood at the foot of the stage.

Marius holds the Holy Sword of the Elector and the Enchanted Rune Sword of the Dwarves, and Estes, the Lord of the Woodlands, holds a sharp Elven sword forged from the Vaal Anvil in the Forestland of the Starlight Furnace of the Wood Elves. A large bow, but ranged are not allowed in this match, so he trades for a leafy spear.

Boderick held the Sea God Trident in one hand, and the shield in the other. None of the three parties was eager to start a duel after entering the field. They carefully sized up their opponents.

Boderick knew that he was old and could not be the opponent of Marius and Estes physically, but he undoubtedly won because of his rich combat experience, skilled skills and strong strength. In order to gain the initiative, he must Reasonably allocate your physical energy and find a suitable opponent for yourself.

So, is it the crazy, raving Elector of the Empire, or the mysterious Wood Elf?

The three parties approached tentatively. Under the eyes of everyone, Estes, the woodland lord of the wood elves, made the first move. He rode a strong male stag and pulled the reins: "For Orion, for Athel Loren!"

"For the empire, for Charlemagne!"

"For Bordereau, for the lady!"

Two shouts sounded almost at the same time, and now, the battle has begun!

Duke Boderick first fought with Estes, and the pure-blood elf horse carried the old Duke with great strides. The power of the Sea God Trident flowed along the dazzling golden light, gushing out along the tip of the halberd , Straight for Estes' head, the wood elf was clearly flustered in the face of the old duke's attack, he tried hard to dodge but was pierced through his shoulder by the halberd, the power of the sea god and the wrath of the lake god were at him. A golden line was drawn on his shoulder, followed by bright red blood.

Before Estes uttered a cry of pain, a holy sword with unparalleled power directly slashed at the head of the wood elf. The speed of the mother of destruction was extremely fast. Amidst the strange pig cry of the mad earl, the holy sword The sword carried a certain strange rhythm. Even though Estes, the lord of the woodland, had expected this blow, he could hardly dodge it. Marius didn't intend to save any affection at all. Take the life of this wood elf!

Estes felt his heart shrink into a ball, as if he had lost consciousness, the Holy Sword of the Elector was so sharp that one sword was enough to kill him, when his hands and feet were filled with lead.

"Clang!" There was a sound of gold and iron clashing from the side, Marius looked at the Sea God Trident in the air in disbelief, Duke Boderick blocked the Mother of Destruction, the old Duke coldly signaled that you are not allowed Take advantage of others.

"Hmph!" Seeing this, Marius put away the holy sword, and Estes also retreated repeatedly, covering the wound with his hands.

Boderick was about to regroup and fight again, but he found Marius glaring at him, and the Mad Earl had a weird expression on his face, pouted at the wood elf.

The old prince's eyes narrowed, and he immediately understood what Marius meant.

Great, I thought so too.

arrange!

When Estes took a breath and was about to launch a counterattack, he found that Elector Marius and Duke Boderick launched a fierce attack on him together!

The Sea God Trident flashed golden light one after another, the sharp point pierced the air, exuding a pungent fishy smell, the Holy Sword of the Elector was flying in the air, Marius' attack was completely desperate and violent Fa, the pig cry in his mouth was louder and louder, and he vowed to eliminate this wood elf first!

Pointy ears are not allowed to intervene in human duels!

Estes let out an angry roar. He could hardly resist the simultaneous onslaught of both sides. More importantly, the weapon in his hand was not a divine weapon. The weapon forged in the furnace of Vaal Anvil was no match for the empire's. The Holy Sword of the Elector and the Trident with the blessing of the Sea God. Soon, Estes was injured by the artifact.

However, despite the several wounds on his body, the woodland lord was still full of energy and never tired. His long sword had just resisted Marius' holy sword of the elector, and the green spear was to protect him from a fatal blow. Hit and break completely!

now! Duke Boderick roared, the horse under him raised its hooves, and the trident in his hand stabbed vigorously at the wood elf. Estes barely resisted Boderick's attack with the broken tip of the green leaf spear , Marius took the opportunity to swing his enchanted rune sword, and while Estes was struggling to block, his breastplate was torn by the Holy Sword of the Elector, and blood gushed out.

Seeing that the situation was irreversible, Estes finally made a decision, he couldn't lose, he couldn't lose to these inferior people!

The sharp whistle pierced the night sky, and a giant eagle suddenly appeared above the sky. It flapped its wings and flew towards the stage. It flapped its wings vigorously, and both Boderick and Marius were startled. With a big jump, Boderick quickly lowered his head, and the sharp claws of the giant eagle swept across his helmet. The sharp claws that could crush his head knocked the old duke's cross helmet out of his head, even more so. Almost knocking him off the horse on the spot, Boderick's face was exposed, leaving a bruise on the old prince's face, and bright red blood ran down his face.

Marius the Elector was not so lucky. He was hit by a giant eagle on the spot, and his whole body was thrown off the stage with his horse. He is not reconciled to losing!

"Wow!" There was an uproar in the arena. In such a holy duel, the despicable elf actually used magic?

"Despicable and shameless!"

"Dishonored!"

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

"Dirty pointed ears, with your tricks, get out of the land that the goddess has given us!"

The arena was full of curses from the Bretons, and the empire also publicly protested. Now, everyone turned their eyes to the main stand. This is how the fair goddess and the king will view the wood elves openly in the game. use summoning magic?

Ryan frowned slightly. The wood elf's hand was really nasty. When the new knight king was about to stand up and announce that the wood elf was disqualified from the competition, Duke Boderick raised his hand to the main stand.

The old duke signaled with everyone's puzzled eyes: "It doesn't matter! Magic weapons are part of the duel. My lady, my majesty, please let me complete this duel!"

"Since this is your choice, then do as you wish!" Seeing Bo Derick's firm attitude, Ryan had to agree, and the fairy in the lake nodded slightly, indicating that the game would continue.

"Hmph! Despicable human beings, the champion this time, this golden cup, belongs to Eslai!" The woodland lord Estes, who was wounded in many places and dripping with blood, nodded to Alaros in the stands. The wood elves wanted to get They can do whatever they want, and if Estes can't defeat humans as a warrior, then he will defeat him as a spellsinger!

Although the shoulders, chest, waist, and arms were bleeding, the woodland lord still maintained his combat power. He threw away the broken spear in two, and raised the long sword with many gaps, pointing the blade straight at his face. The bloody old duke, chanting the spell, the body of the woodland lord was shrouded in green energy, a shield of thorns appeared around him, and emerald green energy emerged from the void, wrapping his whole body, his injuries began to recover, he The power gradually became stronger, and what was even more frightening was that the magical energy formed by the leaves formed a whirlwind of sharp blades and swept towards Duke Boderick, as if to engulf him on the spot.

But the old prince was laughing, and he was laughing happily, and Boderick, the always serious Duke of Boldeiro, laughed out loud, and his laughter was extremely cruel.

What is he laughing at? The woodland lord was a little puzzled.

He is obviously going to lose!

"As I said, magic weapons are also part of the duel." Boderick coughed, tightened the rein with one hand, and signaled his beloved horse to calm down: "And I also have this power!"

After finishing speaking, the old duke suddenly raised his Seagod Trident, and everyone realized that the Seagod Trident was so bright at this moment, and a huge blue light circle surrounded the Trident, and the will of a true god was being imposed on the Trident. On the halberd!

"It's Mannan! The power of the Sea God!" The Empire and Britannia exclaimed.

"Marselan! I sensed this human's request." On the other side, Teclis also whispered, and the face of the Supreme Archmage was serious: "Oops, the wood elves are in trouble!"

Bubbles appeared in the air, and a strong smell of sea swept across the entire Lion Ring Racecourse. In the next second, a giant fist made of sea water with a diameter of more than 20 meters rolled out of the air, carrying With the great power of the Sea God, blast towards the enemy!

"The Wrath of Mannan!"

The wrath of the sea god completely tore up and swallowed all the spells of the wood elves. The giant fist shattered the thorns and completely destroyed the whirlwind of blades made of leaves. Estes released all his magic power to try to resist the wrath of the sea god. Seeing his wound, the pain brought by the Sea God's Wrath swallowed the wood elf's sanity, and what followed Mannan's Wrath was the old Duke's onslaught!

The two sides played against each other for more than a dozen rounds.

The ensuing battle became intense. Duke Boderick released all his last strength. The trident in his hand turned into a ball of light and shadow. Every blow gained more advantages. The woodland lord gritted his teeth and resisted. His long sword slammed into the body of the trident, and then concentrated all his strength to punch Boderick's ribs through the plate armor, even with the plate armor protecting him. , Bo Derick was also broken with two ribs, but the old prince didn't make a sound at all, his eyes were like lightning, and he was like fire.

His gums were bleeding from biting, and Bo Derek could feel that he had reached the limit, his hands were numb and almost exhausted, and the wounds on his face, chest, and ribs were bleeding profusely, and his strength was gradually growing under these wounds. Disappeared, when he tried to fight back, his sluggish body could hardly be controlled by his master's will.

Is he about to lose?

No, he can't lose. He is the first Holy Grail Knight, a descendant of Marcus, the son of the sea god. The power of his ancestors flows in his blood. The glorious stories and great courage of his ancestors have always inspired him. Marcus relies on this power The king who defeated the Scalins, Svengar the Chosen of Chaos, if he could be as strong as his ancestors...

Boderick's silent prayer was not ignored, he could feel a cold feeling spreading from his chest to his limbs, his blood was boiling, the old Duke knew that this was him at his peak, that was what he had at his peak strength!

That mighty Poseidon champion is here to meet the aging Boderick!

The old duke grasped this new force, his loose muscles clenched the trident again, and the artifact bestowed by the sea god swept across, the long sword full of gaps in the hand of the woodland lord finally couldn't resist the old duke's onslaught, and exploded into pieces, Estes's body shook for a while, and the stag under him took a step back in fear. Boderick pulled the rein sharply, and rushed towards the wood elf, raising the trident in his hand.

"Never, never, underestimate the heart of a champion!"

The blow caused Estes to let out a final scream.

The applause was like thunder, resounding through the audience, the salute was roaring, and the ribbons fell like raindrops.

The champion is born!