Realm of Power

The loud sound of the trombone resounded through the sky, and long lord flags of various colors fluttered in the wind over the oval "Wind of God" Arena. The predecessor of this large arena was the horse racing of Ziva Cheze. Field, for this knight competition, the Dardanelle family changed this place into an arena.

The registration for this competitive competition is in the form of single battle and group battle. Most of the people who sign up for single battle are some ownerless knights or wandering knights, hoping to stand out in this competitive competition and attract the attention of the lords in the stands. The idea is to find a good future for oneself. Those who sign up for group battles are the knights of lords from all over the country. The superb combined attacks and excellent tactics are what they value most.

"Cang!" The three-meter spear in the hand of a knight hit the opponent's knight's shield, making a muffled sound. The nobles in the stands cheered loudly for this beautiful block. The fat man had already watched several games. , finally saw some clues,

The rules of the knight's single game are very rigid. Two knights with spears and shields distance themselves from each other, and then start charging face to face with their shields. The spears in the knight's hands can only attack the opponent's shield. Any attack on the opponent's horse or parts below the shield is illegal. It is illegal, and then the two stagger and collide together, then turn around, and collide again. Often they collide two or three times, and the wooden shield in their hands will fall off due to the violent impact. Only by knocking off the opponent's shield can they be allowed to attack. The opponent's body, but often after the shield is knocked down, the opponent will choose to give up.

The nobles in the stands were all immersed in the pleasure and shock caused by this violent collision. Often when the knights collided with each other, they would shout and cheer at the top of their lungs. The nobles and ladies in the stands were even more crazy. He kept expressing his admiration for the winner, and could even hear the shouts of "I love so-and-so". Hearing this, the fat man got goosebumps all over his body and couldn't help but murmur to himself.

"A bunch of lunatics, a bunch of stupid women!"

Since the fat man messed up the good things of the Nisar family the day before yesterday, representatives of the business families gathered in Zhiva Cheze have sent envoys to express their willingness to join the Zhivadin Business Alliance, "

At the founding ceremony of the Merchants Federation attended by the head of the Dardanelle family that day, there were only a few local representatives present, and the whole venue was incomparably miserable. In the end, servants from the Nyssa family had to be used to support the scene. It is said that the Marquis of Nyssa was being arrested. After being scolded and scolded by the Dardanelle family, they were dismissed from the position of president of the merchant association. This farce of the merchant association ended with the loss of power of the Nyssa family.

And the mastermind who caused all this majestically entered the VIP list of the knight competition held by the Dardanelle family, but his position was a little bit wrong, in the far right corner, next to the ordinary seats, no. If you pay attention, it is easy to mistake this old private room for an ordinary seat, and place the head of the largest army in the south in this inconspicuous corner. The revenge of the Dardanelle family is clearly revealed.

"I don't care about the VIP box in the first place!" The fat man was very calm about the Dardanelle family's revenge. Instead, he asked the waiter to bring a message to the Dardanelle family: "I am very concerned about the Dardanelle family." I’m very satisfied with the arrangement, and now I don’t have to smell the stench of noble men anymore!”

For such a rogue lord, the Dardanelle family can only turn a blind eye and close one eye. They only hope that this god of plague will leave as soon as possible.

"What's the use of such a flashy thing? How can the enemy be so polite to you on the battlefield! What a stupid idea of ​​a bunch of boring nobles." The fat man really looked down on this kind of competition where the performance was more important than actual combat, so he turned around and asked Si Duhan beside him: "Can a knight like this who only pursues fancy and chic looks go to the battlefield? "

"My lord, you have misunderstood! In the Kingdom of Kyoto and the Kingdom of Knights, the knight competition is not like this. Except for not harming the precious war horses, any other means are allowed. In the past, there were tomahawk knights who dismounted and directly "It's about the foot battle!" Si Duhan next to him explained with an embarrassed expression, "A fancy knight competition like theirs is only possible in an exhibition match before the kingdom celebration!" "

"Haha! I see. It seems that Zhiva Cheze really regards himself as a model of etiquette?" The fat man said with a mocking smile, "Even the knight competition is so fancy. Let's go. Watching such a competition is a waste." My precious time!”

The fat man shook his head in disappointment, stood up and was about to leave the box. Suddenly, he heard cheers of "Ksaste! Ksaste!" coming from the nearby ordinary seats, and a tall warrior walked into the arena. In the ordinary arena in the south, his naked upper body was covered with blue tattoos. His whole body was filled with explosive power, like a blue cheetah ready to attack at any time. The two-meter-long giant bow behind him was even more impressive. Impressive at first glance

"Barbarian long archer!" The fat man stopped. This shirtless long archer reminded the fat man of the brutal "Battle of Sahula Swamp" that he saw in the Nissar family. The man with a long bow in his hand The barbarian warriors fighting with the snow country ax warriors seemed to suddenly jump from the wall carvings

"It's the thorn hunter Ksaste! I didn't expect that he would also come to participate in this competition!!" Si Duhan's face changed slightly next to the fat man. "He is a hero among the hunters in the southern mountains. He has a two-meter rhino horn in his hand." It is said that the war bow can penetrate the knight's steel armor at a distance of 100 meters, but I have not heard that he is a knight! "

"A mountain hunter who is not a knight! This is interesting." The fat man walked out of the VIP box and found a seat on a nearby ordinary seat. Xastel's opponent was a walking knight with a two-handed sword, not all knights. Everyone has horses. In order to get a precious war horse, no matter how hard it is, Poor low-level knights often need to serve for more than ten years before they can be transferred to regular knights and qualified to wear swallowtail strips on their flags. Before that, they can only follow their lords to fight with their own feet. , they are an important part of the elite heavy infantry of the lords

The two-handed sword knight was obviously frightened by the mountain of shouts nearby. Even a fool knew that the giant bow warrior standing fifty meters away was the protagonist of this game. His face was gray and he muttered "Calm down, calm down, Si Tok, you are the strongest!”

"Whoosh!" A sharp whistling passed by his ear. Just as he was stunned, an arrowhead almost hit his ear and shot into the wall behind him. The gravel splashed out, scaring Stoker to subconsciously bend over. Dodge, this miraculous archery skill caused a burst of cheers from the stands,

"Fight! For the glory!" Stoker rushed forward without giving up. Everyone knows that the weakness of the archer is close combat. As long as he can get close to the long archer, his two-handed sword can definitely chop the opponent into pieces. two halves

"Dang!" A long arrow hit the two-handed sword in Stoker's hand from forty meters away. The sharp and powerful arrowhead shot a hole in the two-handed sword. Cheers sounded again in the stands.

"Ksaste! Ksaste!"

Even the fat man in the stands stood up in amazement, looking at Xsaste who was steadily holding a two-meter long bow in the field with gleaming eyes. The fat man could feel that invincible aura even from hundreds of meters away. arrived

"A master, definitely a master. The legend of wearing knight's steel armor for 100 meters* is definitely not a lie!"

Fatty has always wanted to form a long-distance support force. The crossbow is fierce, but its rate of fire is too low. Those who can shoot three arrows per minute are skilled and experienced archers. Ordinary bows and arrows have shortcomings in lethality and range, so when you see A barbarian hunter with a two-meter longbow, Fatty's long-buried thoughts were stirred up: "The barbarian longbow hunter is a good choice!"

This cruel arrow completely shattered Stoker's last fantasy. Looking at the broken two-handed sword in his hand, his face was ashen. This was a warning to the long archer on the opposite side. Going forward would not be as simple as shooting through the sword.

"I abstain!"

Stoke's mind went blank, and he used the last bit of strength in his body to throw the white cloth representing abstention into the air.

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