"What a young knight." Morgiana's green eyes stared at Connel. "Such a young knight can be promoted to a company commander. He must be outstanding."
"Yes, that's right. I didn't expect this kid to have grown to such a level." Laing looked at the young knight who still had fluff around his mouth, a trace of reminiscence flashing in his eyes.
White Wolf Knights didn't have the concept of being a mischievous disciple at all. In Yurick's opinion, the only way to be a White Wolf Knight was to be fierce, reckless and cunning like a wolf. Only by presenting enough military exploits and trophies to Yurick in the White Wolf Shrine could they prove their honor.
At the same time, Yurick also emphasized that true men must fight in close combat. Therefore, the white wolf knights never equipped themselves with long-range weapons. Yurick also emphasized that carrying a shield on the battlefield was an act of fear of death. Therefore, many white wolf knights chose not to wear helmets and shields. They would chant Yurick's name on the battlefield and charge head-on.
At first, Laing was not used to this situation. However, when he saw a white wolf knight shouting Yurick's name, ignoring a large number of arrows and directly smashing the head of a Chaos Warrior with a war hammer, Laing understood that this was a world of idealism.
Therefore, before the battle, Laing also began to madly chant the name of the Emperor in his heart. The effect was really good, and his combat strength increased exponentially.
A gust of cold wind blew across the arena, fluttering Adleider's red lion head cape and Cornil's white wolf fur hood. The duke's son was also given 20 minutes to rest. The court wizards and squires immediately poured boiling hot potions into his mouth and applied ointment on his fatigued body parts. Adleider picked up a glass bottle and drank the entire bottle of wine in one gulp. After that, the Royal Knight let out a loud burp in an indecent manner.
His aura became stronger.
There was a famous saying in his banquets. That was, if you drank enough wine, you could see the lady. If you didn't see the lady, it was because you hadn't drunk enough.
The battle began again.
Connel raised his warhammer. As his leather gloves gripped the warhammer tighter and tighter, a violent and furious will began to appear on the young white wolf knight.
Adleider's face was flushed red from the red wine, and he looked like an enraged lion. "For the lady!"
"For Yurick!" Corneal's aura grew stronger and stronger. He was like a huge wild wolf hunting in the cold northern forest. He opened his mouth and revealed his sharp fangs.
"White Wolf Fighting Spirit!" Laing whispered from the stands.
The first to attack was still the brave White Wolf Knight. He strode forward with vigorous steps. The skull on his silver skeletal warhammer shone brightly. The head of the warhammer was aimed at Aldrider's left shoulder in a tricky manner.
The Royal Knight immediately sensed the White Wolf Knight's intention. The angle of Connel's warhammer was very good. The Royal Knight realized that if he wanted to use his usual shield to block, he would not be able to exert any force. If he kept his shield, he would lose the initiative of the battle.
Aldrider's eyes were red. He let out a roar like a lion. The Royal Knight did not retreat. Instead, he charged forward. The knight drew a beautiful arc with his sword and slashed at Connel's chest.
"For Yurick!" Corneal's warhammer and Aldrider's sword arrived almost at the same time. The blade of the sword sliced open the white wolf knight's shoulder armor and tore open his flesh, but Corneal's warhammer struck the knight's shoulder through the warhammer.
"Ugh!" The two of them retreated at almost the same time. The small injuries had stimulated the Royal Knight's bloodthirst.
"For … the lady!" Adleider roared. His sword-shield combo was like a lion pouncing, powerful and heavy. Conier was even more violent. Sword and warhammer, shield and warhammer clashed, and sparks flew everywhere.
"In the name of Yurick!" A biting cold fighting spirit began to emerge from Corneal's body. It burned like a bonfire in a cold winter night. Arrogance, tenacity, and unyielding. This flame tormented the enemy and tormented himself. Relying on this power, Corneal's warhammer continued to sweep, bursting out a series of attacks that were like stormy winds and raging waves. The strikes of the warhammer became heavier and heavier.
Aldrider was gradually losing the upper hand.
"As expected, Conier is indeed unique to be able to become a company commander of a knight regiment at such a young age." Laing slowly nodded in the stands. "To be able to comprehend the fighting spirit of the White Wolf Knight at such a young age, he really can't be underestimated. Let's see how well he can control it."
"… I can smell the wolf stench on him even from so far away." Morgiana frowned. She obviously did not like it. "Don't you think that the White Wolf Knights all smell bad? Don't they know how to be hygienic? "
"… Your Highness, please don't generalize." Laing thought that he could not answer this question because he was once a White Wolf Knight.
"… I'm not talking about you." Morgiana also realized that she had said something wrong.
The atmosphere was a little awkward. In fact, this was a common problem in all human countries. The Empire was essentially a confederal Empire made up of many countries. The effect of the Empire's emperor's orders depended on the emperor's strength. Brittany was also made up of many duchies. For example, François could ignore the king's orders. Therefore, people were always proud of their own customs and culture, and regarded the culture of others as worthless.
The Lake Goddess seemed to want to apologize, but she did not know what to say. Laing signaled that it was fine, and he calmly changed the topic. "Aldride, the heir of the Duke of Lyonasser is going to lose!"
In the middle of the arena, Aldride was retreating. The young knight tried his best to hold his shield and longsword, but after being hammered repeatedly by the White Wolf Knight, his arms were sore and numb. The benefits of drinking a lot of alcohol were gradually fading. His spirit was declining, and the influence of alcohol made him unable to stand steadily.
The tip of his sword was trembling.
"Ugh!" "Bang!" The head of the silver skeletal warhammer swept the lower half of the longsword, and then with a tilt, Aldride finally lost his grip on the hilt, and the longsword flew into the air.
Aldride could only rely on his shield to defend himself. Conier was getting crazier, and his warhammer kept hammering the surface of the shield.
"Thump! Thump!"
The shield gradually became deformed, and the heir of the Duke behind it was sweating profusely. He tried his best to raise his arms, but he was already kneeling on the ground.
He was not willing to admit defeat.
"Enough! We've lost this match! " Aldride was still unwilling to admit defeat, but Duke Dalhead of Lyonasser decided to give up. He immediately stood up and shouted.
"No! Father! "" Enough, Aldride! "Dalhead and Aldride shouted at almost the same time.
"… Alright, I admit defeat."
"This victory belongs to Yurick!" This time, it was the Empire's turn to cheer. The cheers of the White Wolf Knights and the Cheetah Knights resounded through the sky. When the squires came out to drag Aldride back, everyone realized that the heir of the Duke was covered in bruises.
In the cold void, two gods were watching the duel in the arena.
"Hahahaha! So what if I lost Laing? I have plenty of excellent young men on my side! " The White Wolf God of War, Yurick, was wearing an ancient silver armor with wolf fur draped over his body. Seeing that his champion had defeated his opponent, he couldn't help but feel proud. He spoke to the goddess opposite him.
The Lake Fairy, who was wearing a silk dress, didn't answer Yurick. She kept a straight face and didn't say a word.
"Listen to me, listen to me, my brothers, my Lord Kurfürst, I've won this match, but I haven't done my best yet. I haven't done my best yet!" Conille raised his war hammer and said to the cheering crowd on his side.
Gradually, the cheering died down.
"I still have one more person to defeat! Since I'm the champion, Brittany should send out the champion to fight me! Or, do you not have the guts to accept my challenge? "Conille raised his war hammer and looked straight at Laing, who was sitting on the spectator stand.
The Lake Fairy revealed a ferocious look on her face. Morgiana wanted to reprimand this young commander of the White Wolf Knights for not knowing what was good for him.
Laing shook his head and sneered, "Your Highness, I'll be right back … Conille Ryzfeld? I accept your challenge! "
King Richard sighed with dissatisfaction when he saw Laing taking action. Duke Dalhead of Lyonasser looked at him with displeasure. On the contrary, François and Laing looked at him encouragingly.
"Very good. Today, let's decide who's the real champion!" Conille Ryzfeld revealed a row of pale yellow teeth.
Laing changed into his Psionic Exquisite Power Armor. He held his war hammer with both hands and carried the Goddess of Vengeance on his back. Facing the young and energetic champion Yurick, Laing sized him up and said, "Do you exercise every day? I think you're quite sturdy. "
"I'm not doing anything special, but I'm conquering the Orcs," Conille replied.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Laing asked curiously.
"Not now." Conille didn't expect Laing to have the time to ask him this question, so he answered subconsciously.
"Not now? When did you start? "
"Last year … probably last year?" Conille looked guilty.
"Then it's certain that you'll go there to relax once in a while, right?" Ryan laughed.
"Yes, yes! Yes, yes, yes! "The young champion Yurick was excited.
"Then … what kind of game do you like?" Laing wanted to say something, but an angry voice came from his mind. "Laing!!! My champion, what were you saying during the duel? Is the arena a place to exchange experiences? "
"I'm still a King …" Conille wanted to say something, but his face turned pale.
It seemed that Yurick was showing his prowess.
"Good, we'll talk about this later. Let me send you off." Laing grinned. He was serious.
"Don't look down on me!" Conille was enraged by Laing's words. He shouted at Laing and charged at him.
Light blue psionic energy gushed out from Laing's body and entered his Psionic Exquisite Power Armor. He held his War Hammer and placed it on the ground.
The streamlined muscles on his sturdy arms gathered explosive energy. The terrifying power was concentrated, and the light blue psionic energy activated a part of the Psionic Powered Armor.
High power, Laing thought.
The White Wolf Knight roared and charged like a flying cannonball.
The Holy Grail Knight stood firmly at his original spot like an immovable rock.
Conille got closer.
Laing lowered his arms, and the Griffin War Hammer moved slowly on the ground. Then, under the immense power of the Holy Grail Knight, it moved upwards from the bottom right.
He was getting closer and closer. Leon could already smell the wolf scent on Conier's body. The White Wolf Knight's warhammer was already descending towards Leon's head.
In a split second, Laing moved.
The Gryphon Warhammer, which contained the power of a thunderbolt, went straight up from the bottom right at an extremely fast speed under the wind. The Warhammer struck Conille's abdomen directly after the Gryphon.
"Clang!"
The commander of the seventh company of the White Wolf Knights could not believe that he was lifted off the ground. His feet left the ground of the arena uncontrollably. He foamed at the mouth and flew into the sky.
Laing put away his War Hammer, saluted everyone in the venue, and then returned to his position.
In the distance, Conille landed on the ground, splashing a lot of dust. His Silver Skeleton War Hammer also fell to the ground. Yurick's champion wanted to say something, but he spat out a mouthful of transparent gastric juice. Then, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
The arena was silent.
After a full minute, the Brittany side burst into thunderous cheers.
"Awesome! Long live the Lady's Chosen Champion, His Excellency Laing! "
"This is wonderful. Just one hit, just one hit! Oh my God, the Lady is above! "
"Did you see that, my fellow humans on the other side of the mountain? This is the strength of the Brittany!"
"Praise the Lady!"
"In the name of the Lady! Champion, champion, champion! "
The Kingdom of Knight King's morale was greatly boosted. Even Richard, who disliked Laing the most, was smiling. The great nobles of Brittany straightened their backs, their faces full of contempt.
"… Damn it." Boris rushed up to check on Conille's injuries. He knew that Laing had held back. If the hammer had hit Conille's chest, Conille might have died. "Take him down for treatment."
The squires quickly came up and dragged Yurick's champion away.
Then, the Kurfürst raised his head and said unwillingly, "Brittany is really strong. We admit that we have lost today's competition. The glory belongs to you."
"I have also seen the strength of the White Wolf Knight. Brittany is also happy to have such a strong ally." Richard quickly added.
The competition between the knights ended with Brittania's victory. In the void, the Lake Fairy left with a satisfied look on her face with a smile, leaving behind the extremely depraved Yuric the White Wolf. "That b * tch! She stole my man and used him to deal with me! "
"Ahhhh, I'm so angry!"
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
