Realm of Power

The scorching sun shines on the earth, and the Divine Wind Arena is packed with people. Today is the last day of the competitive competition. Since there is only one game, it is scheduled to be held in the afternoon. In fact, this unfounded practice is entirely to take care of the great nobles. Because life is reversed day and night, the final winner of the competition will be born here today, and this time many Ziva cars will be All the wealthy families sent people to participate in the competition. After five rounds of promotions, there were only eighteen players left. According to the rules of previous competitive competitions, the last game was a group competition, which was divided into two teams to fight, with nine people on each side. This is a test of the players' cooperation ability. After all, no matter how good a knight is, he still needs partners. Unity, trust, and mutual assistance are important contents of the five knightly creeds.

Fatty and Salon were sitting in the most remote box, drinking yellow ice-cold ale. Behind them, there were two waiters in uniforms fanning themselves with big fans. This is the benefit of nobles. In all the boxes, there are people who are responsible for fanning. Servant, Fatty originally refused to let Salon come, but under Salon's stubborn persistence, Fatty had to compromise. According to Salon, the Glory Swordsman who defeated him was also a civilian swordsman. This caused Fat man's curiosity

The air at the scene was a bit depressing, and there were people chatting all around. The contestants on both sides were in the lounge below the stage, making final preparations for the fight. It is said that among the 18 contestants who entered the finals this time, six were civilian players, which attracted a large number of ordinary citizens to watch the game,

"Thunder Flame Hortonk, Assassin Reitrick, Glory Swordsman Chikohuli..." These ordinary but slightly legendary names have a high reputation among the people of Zhiva Cheze. They are the masters of this arena and the heroes of all civilians. They are creating a myth, a myth of civilian athletic champions.

"Woo!" The loud trombone finally sounded, and the doors to the lounges on both sides slowly opened. At this moment, both nobles and commoners cheered excitedly for the players representing themselves. The entire stadium was boiling, but this kind of The cheers were soon replaced by surprise and anger. The stands that were filled with cheers just now were suddenly deserted.

"What's going on?" Everyone in the civilian stands whispered in surprise, looking at the players below with disbelief, their eyes bulging.

"This is unfair!" A civilian in the stands threw his water glass on the ground angrily.

On both sides of the arena below, on one side are nine fully armed light knights, tall knights' horses, three-meter knight spears, all lightly armored, and on their heads are iron bucket hats with only eyes exposed, looking murderous like steel monsters.

On one side, there were only six mail warriors holding long swords and shields. The shields were all made of wood.

This completely one-sided situation made the ordinary seats around the VIP stand completely indignant, with an overwhelming number of voices shouting "unfair".

"Why are there only six people? Aren't there nine on each side?" The fat man asked the waiter behind him with a surprised look on his face.

"Honorable sir, there are three other contestants who are nobles. They have abstained before the game!" the messenger behind him said respectfully.

"Holy shit!" the fat man cursed angrily, "Six infantrymen versus nine knights, isn't this a joke! These nobles are really fucking capable."

"Fortunately, I didn't make it to the finals!" Salon took a sip of malt wine with an ugly face.

"What are these untouchables shouting!" In response to the objections coming from the stands, Dardaniel, the patriarch of the Dardanelle family, asked with an unhappy expression, "What else are they dissatisfied with being able to compete with the nobles? Yes! Do they really think they are the masters of Zhiva Cheze?"

"Yes." Hu Kentu, the leader of the Huk family next to him, complimented with a flattering face, "Sir, you have seen that Lord Qiweike is too tolerant of these untouchables. These untouchables are about to crawl onto the necks of our nobles!"

"Well," Dardanirh snorted dissatisfiedly, "I didn't expect that during the time I went to Salander, this kid Qiweike made the Zhiva Chariot into a mess. Not only did he allow civilians to enter the sacred competition, but he also What kind of merchant federation is needed? Doesn't he know that civilians are humble, businessmen are humble, and nobles are the masters of this world. This is the order established by God. If I hadn't come back in time, these untouchables would still be here. Damn it!"

"That's right!" Hu Kentu said plaintively. "During your absence, Lord Qiweike not only intervened in the dispute between the Samor and Issa families, but also tried to secretly instigate a rebellion among the Jalpo nobles. This completely deviated from Dardaniel." The family has a tradition of not intervening in the lord's affairs. If he hadn't acted indiscriminately, the Samoer cavalry would not have appeared outside the city of Zhivacheze! "

"That's enough." Dardanirh waved his hand. "Stop talking. After all, he is my only son and your future master. Let's talk about the annoying Samours. When are they going to leave? If you don't treat me like this again, Outside the city, Riva Cheze is almost theirs!

"I'm not sure about this yet." Hu Kentu looked at Dardanirhe with an embarrassed expression. "I heard the report from the city guard yesterday. It seems that the fat man of Samoer and the swamp barbarians got together. Judging from the current situation, once the game is over, Samoer People will return to their territory!”

"Swamp barbarian!" Dardanirh was stunned, and said with a mocking smile, "Haha, the vulgar noble scum and the rude swamp barbarian, they are really a match made in heaven! Let the game begin quickly, I don’t want the Satsuma people to stay for another second! The sight of them makes me sick!”

Completely ignoring the "unfair" clamor of the civilians on the stage, the referee only stared at the middle of the noble seats. When he saw Hu Kentu's hand, he quickly asked the trumpeter to blow the trombone. The final was played under absolutely unfair conditions. here we go.

The nine nobles participating in the competition had long been impatient. When they heard the beginning of the trombone sound, they immediately urged their horses to run. They were all elites from various families, although they were not as skilled in equestrian skills as the Kugits. , but more than ten years of knight training have already made them integrated with the horses under their crotches. They are more proficient in balancing on horseback than ordinary cavalry.

At this time, the rigid training method of the knights showed its value. The war horses moved from slowly moving to accelerating. The nine knights tacitly understood each other as if they were one person. The sword-shaped shield in their hands blocked the entire front of the body. The straight three-meter knight The guns formed an attack line and came over,

"Kill them! Kill them, kill these untouchables!"

The leaping horses, the neatly advancing queue, and the nine people were like a steel city wall. This was a perfect combination of actual combat and drill, violence and aesthetics. The overwhelming momentum made the nobles on the stage let out loud cheers, as if they were on the opposite side. The six men had been trampled to pieces by galloping horses and pierced by sharp spears.

Facing the slowly pressing knight formation, Chicohuli on the opposite side showed extraordinary commanding ability. Under his leadership, the six people turned over and ran in unison until they ran to the left wall and formed a backrest. wall defense formation

"Beautiful!" This wonderful move made the fat man in the box shout out. Chicohuli's left arm was also tied with white gauze, which made the fat man recognize him at a glance.

Fatty, who has been studying infantry tactics, saw at a glance the subtlety of this "leaning against the wall" move. The wall protects the back from attacks and allows the infantry to concentrate on defending the front. It can make the charging cavalry naturally hit the wall the moment they thrust out their spears. The cavalry, which has lost its impact, will not be much better than the infantry.

Sure enough, the nine knights marching in order had to give up the tactic of synchronous advancement, roared past the wall, divided into two groups on the left and right and attacked the wall, trying to squeeze the six people in the corner of the wall to death.

"Here we come!" Fatty opened his eyes wide and said in his heart, "This is the only chance to fight back against the knight!"

With a crisp sound of "ding", the knight's spear slid past the edge of Chicohuli's shield. The first knight who rushed up diagonally crashed into the middle of the six people. The wall forced the war horse to slow down, and a warrior with a two-handed sword slashed A stream of sparks appeared on the knight's shield, and the knights behind them had to go around in order not to collide with each other.

"Peng" Two more knights collided from the right side. The thrusting spear pierced the back of the warrior with a double-handed sword. Blood spattered and the body was thrown several meters away.

The crowded corner space bought time for other warriors. At this time, Chicohuli showed his strength as a top-notch glorious swordsman. He kicked on the wall and with the help of the collision force, the knight's broad sword in his hand penetrated from below. The black spots on the knight's abdominal mail quickly expanded. As the knight's sword was drawn out, blood mixed with internal organs spurted out from the knight's abdomen. The knight shook a few times and fell off his horse.

The knight's broad sword belt in the hands of the other warriors had a cold light from the starting point, and slashed the waist of the knight following behind, leaving blood marks. The blood spattered from the knight's mail, except for one knight who escaped in time. , another knight was trapped because of his war horse, and was cut off by the soldiers who came up.

"That's the serrated sword of the Glory Swordsman!" Salon watched the changes in the audience intently, explaining the weapons of the warriors in the audience. Although he was once an opponent, he still admired Chico Huli's strength. "This There are serrations on both sides of the broad sword, which are specially designed to deal with mail armor. One stroke will make a big hole."

"Good thing!" The sharpness of the serrated sword made Fatty's eyes light up. It seemed that Chicohuli had already planned for the predicament at hand, and specifically chose a wide-edged serrated sword to deal with mail. Chicohuli's accurate judgment and excellent commanding ability, which made Fatty's heart beat: "This is a genius commander of the infantry regiment!"

"They are blasphemy! How dare these untouchables kill knights in front of so many nobles!" Dardaniel stood up angrily, "No matter if they survive or not, I will nail them to death as soon as the game is over." "On the wooden frame"

One for two, the first wave of collision ended with the victory of the soldiers, which caused the civilians in the surrounding stands to burst into loud cheers

Voice,

"Well done, Chicohuli!"

"Give those shameless people a hard blow!"

"It turns out that the blood of the noble Lord is also red, haha!"

The nobles were pale and speechless. No one would have thought that facing the overwhelming advantage of the knights, these untouchables would be so tough. The originally expected show of the knights massacring the untouchables turned into a magical Jedi counterattack by the untouchables. Especially the family representatives of the two knights who were killed were trembling with excitement.

"They should be arrested immediately! How dare they kill the knight!"

The knights circled around the wall and gathered again. The five warriors with their backs against the wall made them feel at a loss. No one could guarantee that they could succeed in one blow. Once they hit the wall, they would be dodged. After all, the soldiers encircled and suppressed them. After all, there was no convenience on the ground. No one could stand it if they cut down the front, rear, left, and right at the same time.

Facing the tight defense of the soldiers, the eight knights were divided into four groups again. One person attacked and the other covered. They started charging from a distance of more than 20 meters from the corner of the wall, and then ran to both sides a few meters away from the wall.

"Dang, Dang." The knight's spear hit the warrior's shield one after another. The powerful impact of the shield kept retreating. Under this strong driving attack, the defense range of the five warriors was continuously reduced, until finally they were Pressed into the corner.

"Glory is my life!"

The knights gathered in a horizontal line, lowered their towering three-meter spears again, shouted the slogan of the knights' charge, and spurred their horses to attack like a hurricane.

Five warriors huddled in a narrow corner, with five shields forming a shield wall. Only a pair of blood-red eyes were exposed, staring at the knight who was accelerating. The moment of life and death was about to come.

"Everyone, charge forward!" The war horse had already run within ten meters. Chiko Huli shouted with all his strength. The five warriors did not retreat and advanced, holding up their shields to meet them.

"Whoosh!" The five warriors nimbly dodged the three-meter lance thrust towards them and passed through the gap between the eight war horses. The offensive and defensive situation suddenly reversed. "Ah" a knight was cut in the thigh by a broad sword thrust from behind. , the other knights panicked and could only use the advantage of their war horses to speed up in an attempt to get rid of the threat behind them, but this was exactly what the warriors wanted them to do.

There was a solid wall in front of them. No matter how powerful the horses were, they could not win. The eight disorderly horses crowded together and collided with each other. Two knights fell off their horses due to the sudden impact, and the others also turned around in panic. Horse head, but it is simply impossible for eight war horses to turn their huge bodies in a narrow space at the same time. The scene was chaotic for a while.

Facing the panicked noble knight, five experienced warriors quickly surrounded them, with the flash of swords, blood splattering, the cracking of mail and the shouts of the warriors mixed together.

In a narrow space, the knight's three-meter spear has no advantage at all, while the warrior's serrated broad sword can easily cut through their mail.

The flexible infantry completely dominated the arena. Blood sputtered from the mail and broken spears. Knights fell off their horses one by one.

The eight knights once again dropped five corpses in the corner. The three of them were all injured. The arrogance and vigor they had just lost were invisible.

"Suspend the game! Stop the game immediately!" Dardanirh could no longer sit still and ordered angrily. If the game was not suspended, none of the nine nobles would be able to end up alive. "The untouchables have become the protagonists of the arena. , Today is the day of shame for the nobles! All these untouchables will die!"

"Woooo" the trombone sounded at the end of the game, and loud cheers rang out from the stands again. Even a blind man could see that these civilian soldiers were the masters of the arena. They created a myth. Not only did they win Athletic champions, they also conquered the hearts of people in Zhiva Cheze

"Do you really want to make this decision?" The referee looked at the ruling sent from the VIP desk, hesitated for a long time without saying anything, and asked the herald in a low voice, "I'm just afraid..."

"Why do you care so much!" The herald looked at the referee displeased, "This is the decision of the adults, do you still want to disobey!"

"Yes, this is the decision of the adults," the referee muttered, looking around at the people waiting for the verdict with a complex expression, unfolding the referee book in his hand, and read aloud

"The overall champion of this competitive competition is our bravery, fearlessness, the embodiment of loyalty and justice, the defender of the order of the world, our patron saint, the noble Knight Solangning!"

"Fuck! It's so shameless!" The fat man, who has always been shameless, also slapped the table angrily, "How can people be so shameless!"

"Shameless liar!" I don't know who shouted this. Soon, the entire arena was shouting like this, and even some nobles joined in. The loud shouts seemed to shake the arena.

"Sir, the untouchables are about to riot!" Huktun's face turned pale with fear as he listened to the mountain of shouts. Dardanirh glared at him coldly. "Why are you panicking? These untouchables still want to overthrow the world! I am Lord, I have the final say in Ziva Cheze! "

"Wow!" There was a commotion from the gate of the arena. Groups of Zhiva Cheze city guards wearing leather armor poured in. Their shining spears surrounded all the civilians in the ordinary seats, like driving away ducks. All the civilians gathered together, and the noise just stopped suddenly, leaving only the helpless faces.

"See!" Dardanirh said with a contemptuous smile on his face. "These untouchables are like weeds growing in the courtyard. They only need swords and spears to trim them neatly!"

"You are still wise," Huktun flattered, "It's time to clean up these untouchables.

A group of soldiers entered the arena and surrounded the five warriors.

"You have committed the crime of conspiring to kill the nobles and are now under arrest." The guard of Riva Cheze City stood up and read, holding a document signed by the lord himself. "This is the execution order signed by the lord. Tomorrow morning, you will "Crucifixion" in the city square

"Get out of the way!" Just as the city guard was about to tie up the five victors, a loud shout came from behind him. The two soldiers guarding the gate were pushed away by a tall warrior. The warrior stepped back several steps. The two long knives on his back made everyone who saw him shudder.

"Salon the Violent!"

This fierce and fiery warrior is the most legendary protagonist in competitive games. His double swords are as fierce as flames, and he is tall and fast in his offensive. He likes to use his double swords to repeatedly cut at the same position until the weapon breaks, and until the opponent is gone. Mentally broken, if not for the controversial decision in the previous game, he would have been one of the protagonists of this game.

"What do you want to do!" The city guard's heart trembled slightly, and the city guard's arm trembled and raised the spear to block the city guard. Salon's turbid one eye made the city guard feel like a dead man, and he had to rely on his voice to give himself courage. "I am the city guard of Zhiwacheze! I have the order of the lord in my hand."

"The lord's order?" Salon looked at the city guard with contempt, and spread out his right palm. A thorn flower emblem ring inlaid with white diamonds sparkled in the sun.

"They are our Samoan army. Your lord has no right to arrest them. This is a provocation to the Samoan army!"

There was a power outage last night, and I am posting an extended article today to express my apology