In the arena, the two knights were standing on opposite ends, preparing for the battle.
Karl Miller still had a confident smile on his face, as if he had absolute confidence in the upcoming battle.
The audience shouted Knight Karl's name loudly, and their enthusiasm was even higher than in the previous game.
Because this time, Knight Karl's opponent was a traitor to the half-elven kingdom.
Viscounts Omar!
Oh no, Queen Aisha had already announced that she had stripped him of his title, so now he could only be called Knight Omar.
More than a year ago, when Colin arranged for Vera to fake her death to get out of her engagement with Prince Tupé, the Earl Of Avon and his sister Anna were imprisoned by the old king. He was going to hand them over to the Northern Frontier as scapegoats in exchange for the Duke Of St. Hilde's forgiveness.
But it was Knight Omar who took advantage of the Savoy family's rebellion to sneak into the palace prison and release the Earl Of Avon and his sister without authorization.
Colin clearly remembered that he had just been promoted to the fourth-order at that time. He had revealed his true body of the Blood Clan and was looking for Vera in the palace. However, he had bumped into Knight Omar and his two companions outside the back garden.
At that time, he had also fought with the Earl Of Avon and his sister, as well as Knight Omar. Although he had won, Colin had let the three of them go because he did not want to offend the House of Saint Prospero too much.
He did not expect that the half-elven traitor, Knight Omar, would actually return to Silvermoon City.
Although he did not know why the East sent Knight Omar to cause trouble in the tournament, his strong attitude was completely different from the last time Viscounts Fiennes came to Silvermoon City.
This meant that the East should have confirmed the death of Marquis Vincent, and most likely had already formulated a revenge plan.
Colin rubbed his chin and suddenly had some expectations for this.
While he was deep in thought, the battle on the field had officially begun.
In the rumbling sound of horse hooves, the two half-elven knights had already begun their sprint.
Colin's attention returned to the front, but when he saw the strong holy light emitted from Omar, his heart suddenly thumped.
Omar was a knight of the fourth step!
Colin clearly remembered that the other party was still a rank 3 knight when he fought with him a year ago. He didn't expect that the other party would advance in just a year.
Apart from Colin, the person who could feel Omar's sudden increase in strength the most was his opponent, Knight Karl.
If it was said that this young knight was still full of confidence at first, thinking that he could definitely defeat this notorious half-elf traitor and raise his reputation to another level, but now, as he faced the terrifying pressure that was almost tangible, Karl realized that something was wrong.
Fortunately, Karl was also clear that retreating was no longer an option. He could only face it head-on and use all his courage and faith to strive for a miracle.
Bang!
The two knights finally crashed into each other without any fancy moves.
At the same time, the lance broke into countless pieces of wood.
The two warhorses crossed each other. Knight Omar sat steadily on the back of his horse, but his opponent, Knight Karl, had already fallen to the ground in a daze.
Dark red blood gushed out from the gap in the helmet, forming a small puddle on the ground in an instant.
For a moment, the field was silent.
Only the doctor, who had been waiting by the side of the field, rushed over and hurriedly removed Knight Carl's helmet and breastplate, only to find that the young knight, who had been proud of himself just a moment ago, had his entire chest caved in due to the huge impact.
The doctor reached out and touched Knight Karl's chest for a while, then sighed and shook his head.
On the viewing platform, the half-elven nobles watched all this with their mouths agape. Clearly, they had yet to recover from the shock.
The most outstanding young descendant of the Miller family, the champion knight of the tournament, and the most likely to become Duke Müller, Karl Miller, had died at the hands of a half-elf traitor.
The half-elf maid, Cathy, was still holding the flowers that Knight Karl had given her, but she had never thought that the person who had given her the flowers had already turned into a corpse.
Prince Harrison was also very confused.
His love rival had died just like that?
He had just been thinking about how to cut off Knight Karl's thoughts about Cathy. Who knew that in the blink of an eye, his love rival had been dealt with.
The affairs of the world were unpredictable and unpredictable. It was truly impossible to predict.
At this moment, the messenger of the Eastern Region, Viscounts Fiin, slowly stood up. He put on a sad expression and pretended to say:
"Your Majesty, I deeply regret Knight Karl's misfortune! However, this also means that he is not the strongest half-elf knight.
Therefore, I can only give this sword to Knight Omar.
Of course, it's still up to you to decide who you want to give the reward for the champion of this tournament. "
Queen Aisha stared coldly at Viscounts Fiin, her heart burning with anger.
Who else could she give the reward to?
Could it be that she would give it to a dead person?
Just as Viscounts Fiin was about to give the sword of Marquis García to Knight Omar, Colin suddenly stood up and stopped him.
"Wait a minute, Viscounts Fiin."
"Count Angele, what other questions do you have?"
Colin did not seem to be angry that the champion of the tournament had been killed by the half-elf knight sent by the Eastern Region. At this moment, he still had a smile on his face and said,
"I also have a personal guard on my side who wants to compete with Knight Omar."
Viscounts Fiin smiled faintly and said, "Your Excellency, I know that there are many experts in the Northern Frontier. Knight Omar has never dared to think of competing with the experts of the Northern Frontier."
"No, no, no." Colin shook his head and said, "My personal guard is not from the Northern Frontier, but a half-elf."
Viscounts Fiin was stunned.
Colin continued, "Viscounts Fiin, didn't you just say that the knight sword was to be rewarded to the 'strongest half-elf knight'? Before defeating my personal guard, I'm afraid that Knight Omar is not worthy of this title. "
Viscounts Fiin stopped smiling and asked in a deep voice, "May I know who your personal guard is?"
Colin smiled and clapped his hands. Then, a personal guard covered in armor strode up to the viewing platform from behind.
He first bowed to Colin and Aisha, then slowly took off his helmet.
"Duke Of Lute!"
Immediately, exclamations sounded from all directions.
Everyone present recognized that this personal guard of Count Angele was the former half-elf national uncle, the commander of the Silvermoon Guard, Ensfar Duke Of Lute!
Viscounts Fiin could not believe his eyes and asked foolishly, "Lu … Duke Of Lute, hasn't, hasn't he been executed …"
Colin explained with a smile, "The Duke Of Lute was stripped of his title and sentenced to death by Her Majesty the Queen a year ago for participating in the Savoy family's rebellion.
However, the benevolent Her Majesty the Queen spared Ensfar Lute's life and expelled him from the country on account of his great contributions to the half-elf kingdom after all, and his participation in the rebellion was also coerced by the Savoy family.
I took in Ensfar Lute's outstanding martial arts and rare talent, so I took him in as an ordinary personal guard. I also wanted him to atone for his past mistakes. "
After Colin's explanation, Viscounts Fiin still had a look of disbelief on his face.
In his opinion, Ensfar Lute hated Colin to the bone. How could he be willing to become his personal guard?
And how could Colin dare to keep such an enemy by his side to protect his safety?
But before he could regain his senses, Ensfar Lute had already walked in front of Knight Omar. Without saying a word, he took off his chain gloves and threw them over.
Knight Omar was also dumbfounded.
Because this was an invitation to a duel!
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