"Ugh!" About 20 minutes later, the knight named Toram was at the end of his rope. He was barely holding on under Becker's hammer.
The white wolf knights who believed in Yurick had a special trait: the more they fought, the more spirited they became. Toram was able to fight evenly with Becker in the beginning, but as time passed, the knight who was wearing plate armor and wielding a sword and shield began to lose ground.
The sturdy hammer slammed into the shield, and the red and blue Carcassonne coat of arms with a longsword in the middle was beaten out of shape. Becker was sweating profusely. "Nice, nice. Come on, Brittanian. Aren't you very strong?"
"Knight from the other side of the mountain! Don't underestimate our strength! For the Lady! "The knight charged forward with his shield and forced Becker back.
"Huff … Huff …" Toram panted heavily. He stood on the ground, his lungs greedily inhaling the fresh spring air. Such intense and continuous fighting had exhausted him, and he wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to recover his stamina.
The white wolf knight Becker was also sweating profusely. His beard and hair were soaked with sweat. Under such a high-intensity battle, his stamina was quickly depleted. "Knight of Brittany, you are not bad. You can hold on until now, but I will defeat you in the name of Yurick!"
"I am! For the Lady, for the King, for the Brittany!" Toram shouted angrily and raised his shield again.
On the high platform, Laing was sitting beside Morgiana. He didn't know why, but the Lake Goddess seemed to have him in her sights. He wanted to talk to François, but he didn't even have the chance to. Morgiana dragged him to sit with her.
Morgiana was like a fairy in the lake. She had the fragrance of irises, and it was refreshing to smell. Laing sat beside Morgiana and frowned. "This knight named Toram is no match for Becker. He's probably going to lose."
A hint of displeasure flashed across the Lake Goddess' green eyes, but it was not directed at Leon. Instead, it was directed at Toram. She said, "Toram is already an elite knight of the kingdom. He's good at riding and wielding a lance. His swordsmanship is decent, but he's clearly no match for this white wolf knight. Yurik's knights are not to be underestimated."
"The White Wolf Knights, Gryphon Knights, and Grail Knights are known as the three greatest knight orders in the old world. In the north of the Empire, it's a great honor to have a descendant who can become a White Wolf Knight," Laing said calmly and didn't say anything else.
Morgiana nodded. Her cold voice finally became serious. "This time, the knights of the Empire will learn something new. The knights of the Empire on the other side of the mountain are no weaker than us."
As the two were talking, the outcome of the battle was decided. Toram's shield was knocked away, and the exhausted knight could no longer fight. He could only raise his hand to indicate that he had lost.
"Hahahahaha!" The young White Wolf Knight was also very tired. He panted heavily and only laughed out loud. Then, he said intermittently, "Praise … White Wolf … Yurick."
Toram's face alternated between red and white. He really didn't want to admit defeat, but the Lady had taught the knights to be honest. He knew that if he continued to be stubborn, he would be humiliated again. So, he had no choice but to back down.
Richard's face darkened. Or rather, it was the faces of all the nobles in Brittany. They looked at the defeated knight with reproachful eyes. The nobles knew that things were going to be difficult now.
There were quite a few Legendary figures among the nobles present. After all, about 30% of the nobles in the kingdom were gathered here. However, the problem was that Boris, the ambassador of the Empire, had requested a duel between the youths.
Judging from his appearance, the white wolf knight in front of them looked no more than 25 or 26 years old. No matter what, he was not 30 years old. Since Boris had requested a duel between the youths, it was naturally inappropriate for the older knights to participate.
François's face darkened. His son, Julius, did not come today.
Although the king had ordered all the counts and nobles above the rank of count to participate, François directly ignored the king's order. Julius was using the time today to teach his sister, Suria, about the rules and many tricks of the competition. This was very important for Suria's path to the competition. So, the Duke arranged for his children to stay at home. Only he came.
"Damn it, the people of the Empire came prepared." François said to Laun, who was sitting beside him. The Grand Duke's face was full of caution and thought. "This Kurfürst first asked for a duel on foot to weaken our strength. Then, he asked for a duel between the youths. He obviously came prepared, but we can't refuse. Dismounting is a skill that knights must be proficient in, and the young knights are the future of the kingdom."
"The humans on the other side of the mountain are always so aggressive." Laun's face was also serious. "Then, we can only let Laing …"
"No!" François flatly rejected the proposal. "Let Laing go up now? Don't forget, the opponent is just an ordinary white wolf knight. Our Brittany actually wants the Lady's Chosen Champion to go up and fight? This may be Kurfürst Boris's plan. As long as Laing is forced out, even if Laing can defeat this white wolf knight named Becker, so what? We have already lost! "
Laun nodded. He was more than 40 years old, and he still had no children.
"What, our knight allies don't have a young man who can compete with an ordinary white wolf knight?" Boris said in a rough voice. The feathers on his head swayed in the air with his master's movements.
Boris looked at the several dukes present with a provocative look: François, Duke of Winford, Dalhyde, Duke of Lyonnesse, Laun, Duke of Connet, Knight King, and Richard, Duke of Le-Angoulin.
Finally, Dalhyde, Duke of Lyonnesse, couldn't sit still anymore. He gave a young knight beside him a look, and the young knight stood up. "Aldreider of Lyonnesse, son of Duke Dalhyde, accepts your challenge on behalf of the Lady!"
This young man had short brown hair, a pair of slender black eyes and a high nose bridge. His pursed lips were full of arrogance. He was wearing a set of shining enchanted plate armor and holding a cross helmet. He walked out of the crowd and said, "Aldreider de Lyonnesse, a loyal follower of the Lady, son of Dalhyde!"
"Huh?" Morgiana asked curiously. The Lake Goddess Witch held the Holy Grail of Potion in her hand, her expression unreadable. "He's here too."
"This knight? The eldest son of Duke Dalhyde? "Laing asked curiously.
"Yes, Aldrede was Dalhaid's eldest son. However, Dalhaid was already old when he gave birth to him, so he was unable to take care of his eldest son. Thus, Aldrede gradually grew into a drunkard who loved alcohol as much as his own life and a conceited egomaniac." Morgiana sighed. "So Dalhyde sent Aldreider to the Duchy of Breon, which was at war with Estalia. He hoped that the constant war and the strong artistic atmosphere there would change Aldreider. He felt that this way, Aldreider could be taught by Theodoric, learn to be pious and self-disciplined, and stay away from his drinking buddies."
"It didn't work, right?" Laing laughed.
"Yes, it didn't work." Morgiana's beautiful green eyes were full of helplessness. She changed her sitting position slightly, revealing the white soft boots under her long skirt. "The sad thing is that Aldreider immediately found a group of like-minded drinking buddies in Breon and formed a drinking buddies. He used his identity as the heir of the Duke to gather them. No matter how strict Theodoric punished them, they could never change their drinking habits. Even so, Aldreider's strength is still remarkable, and it's not surprising that he came out to fight."
Adleider walked down from the stands and stood in front of Becker. His steps were still a little shaky, but his whole body was burning with the will to fight. "I accept your challenge, White Wolf Knight. I won't bully you. I'll give you 20 minutes to rest, and then we'll fight again!"
"... As you wish!" The young white wolf knight chose to rest under Boris's warning gaze. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the older white wolf knights immediately brought medicine and potions to treat Becker's wounds.
Aldreider, with his red bottom and silver armor, looked at the white wolf knight with contempt. The red lion on his shield shone under the sun. The royal knight walked back and forth in front of the white wolf knight, his armor rubbing against his chainmail making ear-piercing sounds.
20 minutes later, the battle began again.
Unlike the other knights, Aldreider raised his shield and began to slowly approach Becker. The white wolf knight was as brave as before. He strode towards the son of the Duke of Lyonasser and raised his warhammer high as usual.
"Come!" Aldreider slammed his longsword against his shield. He then suddenly lowered his body and raised his shield diagonally, using his entire body to bear the weight of the hammer.
The heavy blow did not have any effect. The young white wolf knight had to face a strong reaction force. The hammer bounced off the sturdy shield, and when the white wolf knight retreated a little to balance himself, Aldreider swung his shield and used the top edge of his shield to strike the white wolf knight's forehead. The strength of the royal knight was so great that the white wolf knight had to take a few steps back before he could regain his balance.
"Where do the truly powerful attacks come from? Is it the longsword that you can see? No, white wolf knight, the truly powerful attacks come from places you don't expect. Little wolf, I, Aldreider, will teach you a lesson today! " The Royal Knight used his shield to deflect Becker's hammer attack, and then used his shield to hit Becker's forehead again.
The white wolf knight felt dizzy. He quickly retreated, trying to put some distance between him and Aldreider.
The royal knight did not give him the chance to do so. He strode forward and struck out with his sword several times. The white wolf knight was in a difficult situation. The initiative of the battle was completely in Aldreider's hands.
Laing narrowed his eyes and said to Morgiana beside him, "Aldreider is not inflexible with his shield at all. He flexibly used the combination of sword and shield to gain the upper hand. The white wolf knight did not have the upper hand in terms of wrist strength. Aldreider has won this battle."
Morgiana humphed. It seemed that the Lake Goddess was still not satisfied. There was no joy in her voice. "It's just a white wolf knight who came out to test the waters. So what if he wins?"
"It's better than not winning," Laing said helplessly.
In the arena, the outcome of the battle gradually became clear. The sharp sword in Aldreider's hand was like the teeth of a lion. It had the power to tear everything apart. Becker had no choice but to give up on attacking and turn back to defend. As soon as the sword passed, the shield attack came again. Becker had completely lost the initiative.
In the end, the iron boot of the Royal Knight landed on the calf of the White Wolf Knight, and the sharp sword slid across Becker's neck. Adleider spat on the ground and withdrew his sword. "In the name of the Lady, you have lost, White Wolf Knight!"
"Yes, I have lost. In the name of Yurick, the honor belongs to you!" Becker admitted defeat. He felt that death had brushed past him. The young white wolf knight gasped for breath. He then retreated back to his side with the help of his colleagues.
Boris patted Becker's shoulder. Even Yurick would not blame a young, mid-elite White Wolf Knight for being able to fight with a low-Legendary-level Duke's son until now. They were all humans, and there was no need to fight to the death.
Aldreider then completed the feat of defeating three white wolf knights by himself. He consecutively defeated two white wolf knights who came to challenge him.
"For the Lady! For the Brittany! "The royal knight who was not even thirty years old raised his shield.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" The Brittany side cheered. The knights sang loudly and recited the name of the Lady of the Lake. Duke Dalhead of Lyonasser received a lot of praise. Everyone praised him for having an excellent son.
Dalhead looked humble on the surface, but in fact, his proud expression had betrayed him. The duke deliberately looked at Laing who was talking to Morgiana, and Laing responded with a smile.
The Empire side could no longer sit still. Boris Todbringer turned around and said, "If that's the case, then … Conille, it's your turn!"
"Yes, Your Excellency!" A young man with grey wolf fur on his head stood up. He even had some fluffy hair around his mouth. He held a silver skeleton hammer in his hand and wore a huge wolf fur cloak. The badge of a white wolf knight hung on his chest. He walked into the arena.
"Champion warrior of Yurick, commander of the seventh company of white wolf knights, Conille Ryzfeld, accepts your challenge. May Yurick grant me victory!"
"In the name of the Lady, I accept your challenge!" Aldreider accepted the challenge and smiled disdainfully. He then looked at the fluffy hair around Conille's mouth and suddenly laughed. "Tell me, little wolf, how old are you this year?"
"Twenty-four years old. I'm a knight!"
"Alright, then let's begin!"
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