Warhammer Throne

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The Royal Tournament continues.

At this moment, Bellegar sitting in the VIP seat was immersed in writing. He was holding a quill pen in his hand, struggling to write, and he didn't even see what was happening inside the Lion Ring Racecourse.

"The dwarf calendar, XXXX, X, X, X. Today, Brittany held a royal tournament. The Ryan brothers sincerely request me, the true king of Bafeng Mountain, the King of the Angland clan, and the last of the King of Ruen. The son Belga-Hammer attended the ceremony as a guest. Considering that his request was very sincere, I agreed."

"To be honest, I think the Lane brothers are very rude in doing this. He didn't give the dwarves a chance to participate in the game!"

"But the Lion brothers said that he can't let the dwarves compete. Once a powerful dwarf competes, it is easy to lose the suspense of the game. We must give others a little bit of space to show ourselves."

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

Bellegar wrote for a while, feeling a bit wrong, he thought about it, and added: "But no one knows dwarves better than me."

After finishing this sentence, Bellegar nodded in satisfaction. He touched his white beard, closed the heavy book, and the raised seat made him sit a little uncomfortable. Bellegar raised his head and found the lion ring racecourse. The situation inside has changed. Amidst the cheers, a Breton knight and a white wolf knight are preparing for the final competition.

"That was the champion of the last Cavaliers Tournament, Leo Frick Carral. He was playing against an imperial white wolf knight!" The audience said one after another, and Bellega also focused on Carral's sight. In his body, this knight knew that the two sides had fought side by side in the battle to recover Moussilon, and they barely knew each other.

At this time, in the Lions Ring Racecourse, the young kingdom knight Leo Frick Carral was panting slightly. He clung to the rest time and watched his next opponent.

It was a white wolf knight, wearing a snow-white wolf skin cloak, a silver full-body plate armor, a thick beard and long brown hair, which made Leo Frick Carral almost unable to identify the opponent. Every white wolf knight basically looks like this, with all the long hair and big beard. The knight nobles with this appearance have gone in the Midden collar and Nord territorial waters.

This is his twelfth game winning streak and his thirteenth opponent.

Unlike Leo Fric-Karal, this kingdom knight, in addition to the breastplate + chain mail + burqa, because of his twelve consecutive victories, he also hung a lot of ladies' costumes and some incapable The described lady's underwear, with lace stockings tied to his sword.

This represents Leo Frick's brilliant record and the blessings he has received, as well as the tradition of Breton.

Before the start of the competition, the participating knights of Brittany will go around the arena and ask the noble ladies and noble ladies for "ladies' favor." Will throw part of his clothes off the stands to express his support. These gifts are considered to bring good luck to the knight. The fact is that it is true many times, because this is a world with true gods, magic and beliefs.

Although this will cause some untouchables to talk and report malicious remarks and eyes, this glorious tradition has always been preserved. In some cases, an unmarried knight is obliged to marry someone who has given him favor. Unmarried lady.

This is how Leo Frick Carral's wife, Helen Helen, Duke of Carcassonne Hubald's daughter-in-law, came to see him in this way at the last Knights' Tournament, and the two eventually 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 a woman for a gift, she has no clothes to bless her, so many unmarried women The beautiful lady will wear a veil on her face to avoid being entangled by the knights. Another example is that the fairy goddess in the lake sitting in the main stand shakes his head and refuses the favor of each knight, and is so cold that it is not close to humanity.

But this is the lady! This is our lady! She was always so cold and cruel. Before she got the Holy Grail, the goddess left her followers only arrogance and indifference. Only those knights who proved her virtue with victory and sacrifice could get a quick glimpse of her.

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

However, the tournament will not stop because of fatigue. After a short break, the duel will start again. With the help of the attendants, the knights of both sides mount their horses and begin to prepare for the charge.

"Forward! For Urik, for Middenheim!" The white wolf knight on the opposite side released the unique barbarity and rage of the Midden leader. Horse's impact rushed towards Leo Frick!

"For Madam! For Britania! For Winford!" Leo Frick also released his own fury. He raised the lance in his hand and walked face to face along the track of the Lion Ring Racecourse. The knights faced each other, and launched a charge amidst the speed and the cheers of the audience!

"Bang!" The White Wolf Knight shouted, the warhammer in his hand fell, Leo Frick's lance was smashed, the kingdom knight immediately fell back on horseback, and the sturdy warhammer grazed him. There was a spark from the shoulder armor, Leo Frick yelled, and he was almost knocked off his horse.

"Yeah yeah yeah!"

"Long live Urik!"

"The power of the White Wolf God!"

The imperial VIP seats burst into waves of cheers, and Karl-Franz personally stood up and applauded.

"In the first round, it was Bernard Stroble, the eighth company commander of the White Wolf Knights from the Midden leader of the Empire, who won the victory!" The Holy Grail Grand Knight Karad who was in charge of the arbitration and the referee said loudly. The Holy Grail knight, who is well-known in the old world, looked a bit ugly, but gave a fair ruling and ruled that the White Wolf Knight won.

"Second round, get ready!"

"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

There is only one chance!

With the battle cry for the lady and for Urik, the two knights charged face to face again, and the half-blood elf warhorse under Leo Frick also adjusted its actions to the best. It walks like flying, and the hoof is like thunder, the kingdom The knight's figure turned into a cloud of vague lightning, and it rolled directly towards Bernard, the white wolf knight!

The White Wolf Knight can feel that the opponent's horse is faster than his own, and the horse that Midden leads can't compare with the Breton horse in terms of ability, but it doesn't matter, the horse is not good enough, we still have strength and faith!

With the warhammer in his hand turning up and down, his palm gripping the hammer handle tightly, Bernard planned to give Leo Frick a fatal blow. His war hammer had been aimed at Leo Frick’s shoulder armor and kicked fiercely. Spurs, the white wolf knight wielded the warhammer to approach, this blow will end this kingdom knight!

In the next second, the knight sword held high in Leo Frick's hand suddenly burst out with a dazzling light! The light was so bright that the concentrated White Wolf Knight was dizzy, and there was a tingling sensation in his eyes. He had to squint his eyes, and in this second, Leo Frick The sword slammed down, and the sword grid hit the white wolf knight's temple head, the white wolf knight let out a painful cry, fell off the horse, and fell into the dust, there was no more sound.

"One, two, three... ten! The victory has been divided, and the winner is Mr. Leo Frick Carral, a kingdom knight from the Principality of Winford! Let's cheer for him!" Carade checked and confirmed After the White Wolf Knight lost his fighting power, he immediately announced the victory of the game.

"Yeah yeah yeah!"

"Long live madam!"

"Brittania is the strongest!"

"The glory belongs to the lady, the victory belongs to Britania!"

The whole stand was full of cheers from Bretons, the deafening noise almost overturned the ceilings of many stands, the flags shook violently, and the serfs kept yelling Leo Frick’s name, almost broken. palm.

"Leo Flick! Leo Flick! Leo Flick!" This is Leo Flick's thirteenth game winning streak, and Duke Hubald, sitting in the VIP seat, was somewhat proud of this. Touching his goatee, his daughter, Leo Frick’s wife Helen, stood up and applauded for her husband.

The winner can get all the weapons and horses of the loser, but the rules also allow the opponent to pay a ransom to redeem his own things. Leo Frick’s attendant immediately took over from the black-faced White Wolf Knight attendant. A bag full of golden marks was placed on a trolley full of various gold and silver treasures and trophies.

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

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

At this time, there were few knights left on the entire Lions ring racecourse. When Leo Frick went through a rest of about 20 minutes and came out to look at his next opponent again, he was taken aback.

The Elector of Tuscany and Grand Duke of Ivy, nicknamed the "Mad Earl" Marius-Letterdorf, rides on his mount and nods arrogantly at him. He holds two swords, one The Mother of Destruction of the Elector's Holy Sword, an enchanted rune sword forged by his dwarf friend, Marius's face is cold and unbelievable, but his tone is very polite: "You are an excellent knight."

"Thank you." Leo Frick knew that he had encountered a strong enemy. He took the lance from the attendant and prepared to meet the enemy.

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

"?????!!!" Leo Frick suddenly felt offended. Some kind of flame in his heart was ignited. He threw the lance and drew out his long sword: "Very good. The lady will be happy to suggest that the elector of the empire is defeated in front of me!"

Both sides mounted their horses and started the race.

Marius is different from Leo Flick, who likes to be silent. He shouted "For Charlemagne, for the Empire, for Karl-Franz" the moment he got on the horse. With his charge, the Mad Earl Suddenly there was a pig cry, and he wielded his two swords frantically, forming an airtight defensive net. Leo Frick and his knight sword slashed continuously. The confrontation of the defensive net sparked several sparks, but he was helpless to Marius’s strength. At the moment of the confrontation, Marius used the Mother of Destruction to block Leo Frick’s blade with ease, and he had another one. The rune sword in his hand drew a fatal arc in an instant, and the blow penetrated Leo Frick's breastplate and made a wound over 20 centimeters in his chest.

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

The second round confronted again. This time, Leo Frick concentrated all his strength. He melted his will and strength together. He was almost mad with excitement. The shining knight sword and the electorate sword repeatedly confronted each other. The sparks that were ignited were dizzying. Leo Frick swung his sword vigorously, almost shaking off the defense of the Elector’s Holy Sword, and then he swooped forward and struck hard, the sword of the knight’s sword. A dazzling light broke out again on Shang, he wanted to use this blow to knock down the elector of the empire!

But what is shocking is that Marius had already foreseen this moment. He had closed his eyes, and the dazzling light not only did not flash to him, but guided him in the direction. The mad count broke out again with a pig cry, he Relying on the blurry light and shadow to easily block Leo Frick’s blow, the Mother of Destruction slashed down and pierced the kingdom knight’s left arm. Leo Frick was almost collapsed by the blow. Trying hard to hold his knight sword, but his body has betrayed him, the kingdom knight reluctantly returned the sword to resist, staggering on the horse trying to maintain balance.

The Mad Count didn't give him any chance at all. He pulled up the reins, the horse raised his front hoof, and Marius kicked Leo Frick's belly with the opportunity: "Go down!"

"Hmm!" Leo Frick finally lost his balance. He fell off his horse and fell into the dust with many ladies' clothes hanging on his body. Soon, he lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss and was served by the attendant. Rescue to stop the bleeding.

But the blood can't stop, the wounds caused by the Elector's Sacred Sword can't stop the bleeding and heal at all!

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

"Thank you!" Leo Frick's attendants quickly picked it up and carried the kingdom knight who had passed out into a coma for treatment.

At this time, Leo Frick’s wife Helen had already fainted on the spot because of the change. Duke Hubald flushed with anger. He immediately stood up and reached out to draw his sword. Several dukes hurriedly stopped him: " Hubald! This is the game! Calm down!"

"Damn empire! The lady cursed you!" Duke Hubald's face was blue and he could only sit down.

In the main stand, Ryan shook his head slightly: "Leo Frick is very brave, but he still cannot be Marius' opponent."

"His courage is admirable." The fairy in the lake said faintly: "Very well, Maugiana, I remember that I will give him a new plate armor from my warehouse later. His armor is no longer worthy of it. Up to his level."

"Yes." Mojana nodded and said she knew.

After Leo Frick’s defeat, there are now only three people left in the game. They are the Elector Marius, the Duke of Boderek and the woodland lord Estes from the wood elves. They have defeated all of them. Opponents, now, all three of them raised their heads and looked to the main stand, waiting for the arrangement of the fairy in the lake.

But the goddess did not express anything. On the contrary, Ryan stood up, and the Knight King walked to the front of the stage: "Rise the duel stage!"

"The three final contestants, please enter the duel stage! For the final finals!"

"You, will decide the winner on the duel stage."

"The one who stayed on the duel stage last is the champion of this Royal Tournament!"

"Champion! Champion! Champion!" A tsunami-like shout came from the entire venue, and mankind was in madness and excitement, preparing to witness the birth of the champion.

Duke Boldero, the champion of the sea **** Mannan, the old Duke Boderek, who is more than ninety years old, took the towel from the attendant and gently wiped his face covered with blood and stains. He Lifting his head, at this time, the sky was almost dusk, but under the shining of the goddess's supernatural power and magic lamp, the area was still extremely bright.

What is brighter is the Holy Grail placed in front of the main stand. The holy golden cup is inlaid with countless gems and exudes an extremely seductive light. It is there, waiting for the winner to share the supreme glory.

Holy Grail! My holy grail!

The old duke's hand clenched the Poseidon Trident tightly.

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