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The Royal Tournament continued.
At this time, Belega, who was sitting in the VIP seats, was engrossed in writing. He held a quill in his hand and wrote quickly. He didn't even look at what was happening in the Ring of Lions racetrack.
"Dwarven calendar, XXXX Year, XXXX Month, XXXX Day. Today, a royal tournament is being held in Britannia. Brother Ryan has sincerely requested me, the true King of Eight Peaks, the King of the Angrand clan, and the last son of the Loen King, Bellegar Ironhammer, to be the guest of honor. Considering how sincere his request is, I've agreed."
"To be honest, I think Brother Laing is very rude. He didn't even give the dwarves a chance to participate in the competition!"
"But Brother Laing said that he can't let the dwarves participate. Once the powerful dwarves participate, the competition will easily lose its suspense. We have to give the dwarves a little space to show themselves."
"Brother Laing is right. That's right! The dwarves are too powerful. We should give the other races a chance. Brother Laing really knows the dwarves. "
Belega wrote for a while and felt that something was wrong. He thought for a while and added, "But no one knows the dwarves better than I do."
After this sentence, Belega nodded with satisfaction. He touched his white beard and closed the heavy book. The raised chair made him uncomfortable. Belega looked up and found that the situation in the Ring of Lions racetrack had changed. In the cheers of the crowd, a Brittany knight and a white wolf knight were preparing for the final battle.
"That's the champion of the last Knight Tournament, Leofric Kallar. He's fighting against a White Wolf Knight from the Empire!" The audience began to discuss among themselves. Seeing this, Belega also focused his attention on Caral. He recognized this knight. Both of them had fought side by side in the battle to recover Muxilon, so they could be considered acquaintances.
Inside the Lion's Ring racetrack, the young Royal Knight Leofric Kallar was panting slightly. He was taking advantage of the break to observe his next opponent.
It was a White Wolf Knight. He was wearing a snow-white wolf cape and a silver full-body armor. He had a thick beard and long brown hair, which made Leofric Kallar almost unable to recognize him. The White Wolf Knights basically looked like this, with long hair and a big beard. Nobles with such an appearance would only appear in Midden and Nord.
This was his twelfth win in a row and his thirteenth opponent.
On the other hand, Leofric Kallar was different. Apart from his breastplate, chainmail, and outer robe, he was also wearing a lot of women's clothing and some indescribable women's undergarments. His longsword was also tied with a lace stocking.
This represented Leofric's glorious achievements and the care he received. It also represented the tradition of Brittany.
Before the start of the competition, the Brittany Knight would go around the racetrack and ask the noble ladies for "Lady's Favor". If the noble ladies liked the Knight and were willing to cheer for him, they would throw a part of their clothing from the stands to show their support. These gifts were believed to bring good luck to the Knight. In fact, this was a world where there was a true God, magic, and faith.
Though it aroused much discussion and unkind glances from the untouchables (i.e., serfs), the honourable tradition was preserved, and in some cases it was the duty of an unmarried knight to marry an unmarried lady who had done him a favour.
Leofric Kallar's wife, Helen, the daughter of Duke Hubert of Carcassonne, took a fancy to him through this method during the last Knight's Conference. The two eventually got married.
Of course, this glorious tradition also caused some of the most beautiful ladies to be "harassed" by a large number of Knights. Occasionally, when a Knight asked a lady for a gift, she had no clothes to give him a blessing. Therefore, many unmarried ladies would wear a veil to avoid being harassed by the Knights. Another example was the Lady of the Lake sitting in the main stand. She shook her head in rejection of every Knight's favor. She was so cold that she was unreasonable.
But this was the Lady! This was our Lady! She was always so cold and cruel. Before obtaining the Holy Grail, the Goddess had only left her followers with arrogance and indifference. Only those Knights who had proven their virtue with victory and sacrifice could get a glimpse of her.
Leofric took a deep breath. The fatigue in his limbs and the numbness in his hands told him that he had reached the limit of his physical strength.
However, the tournament would not stop because of fatigue. After a short rest, the duel began again. Both Knights got on their horses with the help of their attendants and prepared to charge.
"Forward! For Yurick, for Mildenheim! " The White Wolf Knight on the opposite side unleashed the savagery and violence that was unique to the people of Mildenheim. He waved his war hammer and charged towards Leofric with an unparalleled momentum!
"For the Lady! For Brittany! For Winford! " Leofric also unleashed his fury. He raised the lance in his hand and charged across the racetrack of the Lion's Ring. The two knights faced each other and charged at each other amidst the cheers of the spectators.
"Bang!" The White Wolf Knight roared and swung his warhammer down, shattering Leofric's lance into pieces. Seeing this, the Royal Knight immediately fell back on his horse. The sturdy warhammer brushed past his shoulder armor, creating a trail of sparks. Leofric roared and almost fell off his horse.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
"Long live Yurick!"
"The power of the White Wolf God!"
The Empire's VIP seats erupted into waves of cheers. Karl-franz stood up and applauded personally.
"The winner of the first round is Bernard Stroble, the commander of the eighth company of the White Wolf Knights from Mildenheim of the Empire!" The Holy Grail Grand Knight, Kalard, who was in charge of arbitration and acting as the referee, said loudly. The famous Holy Grail Grand Knight of the Old World did not look too good, but he still gave a fair verdict and ruled that the White Wolf Knight won.
"Second round, get ready!"
"Huff, huff …" Leofric Kallar panted heavily. He threw away the broken lance, gritted his teeth, and pulled out his mithril knight sword that was blessed by the Prophet of the Lake God.
There was only one chance!
With the battle cries for the lady and for Yurick, the knights of both sides charged at each other again. The hybrid elven horse that Leofric was sitting on also adjusted its movements to the best of its ability. It galloped as if it was flying, and the sound of the horse's hooves was like thunder. The figure of the Royal Knight turned into a blur of lightning and rolled directly towards the White Wolf Knight Bernard!
The White Wolf Knight could feel that the opponent's horse was faster than him. The warhorse of Mildenheim was really not comparable to the Brittany's warhorse in terms of ability. But it did not matter. The warhorse was not good enough, but they still had strength and faith!
The war hammer in his hand flipped up and down. His palm held the handle tightly. Bernard planned to give Leofric a fatal blow. His war hammer was already aimed at Leofric's shoulder armor. He kicked the spur hard. The White Wolf Knight waved his war hammer and approached. This blow was going to end the Royal Knight's life!
In the next second, the knight's sword in Leofric's hand suddenly burst into a dazzling light! The light was so bright that the White Wolf Knight, who was concentrating, felt dizzy. There was a stinging pain in his eyes, and he was forced to squint. At this moment, Leofric slammed his sword down, and the sword guard hit the White Wolf Knight's temple. The White Wolf Knight let out a painful cry and fell off his horse. He fell into a cloud of dust and no longer made a sound.
"One, two, three … ten! The winner is the Royal Knight from the Duchy of Winford, Mr. Leofric Kallar! Let's cheer for him! " After Kalad checked and confirmed that the White Wolf Knight had lost his combat ability, he immediately announced the winner of the game.
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah!"
"Long live the lady!"
"Brittany is the strongest!"
"Glory to the lady, victory to the Brittany!"
The entire stands were filled with the cheers of the Brittany. The deafening cheers almost tore off the roofs of the stands. The banners were waving violently, and the serfs were shouting Leofric's name. They were clapping so hard that their palms were almost broken.
"Leofric! Leofric! Leofric! " This was Leofric's thirteenth consecutive victory. Duke Hubbard, who was sitting in the VIP seats, stroked his goatee proudly. His daughter, Leofric's wife, Helen, stood up and applauded for her husband.
The winner could take all the equipment and horses of the loser, but the rules also allowed the loser to pay a ransom to redeem their belongings. Leofric's attendant immediately took a bag full of gold marks from the White Wolf Knight and placed it on the cart filled with all kinds of gold, silver, and treasures.
The Lady in the Lake also nodded slightly, acknowledging Leofric's performance. The attitude of the Lady in the Lake drove the tens of thousands of spectators crazy!
Glory, courage, faith, and virtue. This was Brittany, this was the country of the Knight King!
At this time, there were only a few knights left in the Ring of Lions. After about twenty minutes of rest, Leofric came out again to size up his next opponent. He was slightly stunned.
Marius Leitendorf, the Kurfürst of Tuscany and the Grand Duke of Ivy, who was nicknamed "Mad Count", nodded at him arrogantly on his mount. He was holding two swords, one of which was the Mother of Destruction, the Kurfürst's holy sword, and the other was an enchanted rune sword forged by his best friend, a dwarf. Marius' face was unbelievably cold, but his tone was very polite. "You are an excellent knight."
"Thank you." Leofric knew that he had met a strong opponent. He took the lance from his attendant and prepared to fight.
"So, defeating you is still worth something." Marius continued, "It's not shameful to be defeated by me."
“？？？！！！” Leofric immediately felt offended. Some kind of flame in the depths of his heart was ignited. He threw the lance away and drew his longsword. "Very good! The Lady will be happy to see the Elector of the Empire defeated in front of me! "
Both parties got on their horses and began the race.
Marius was different from Leofric who liked to be silent. The moment he got on his horse, he shouted, "For Charlemagne, for the Empire, for Karl-franz". As he charged, the Mad Count suddenly let out a pig's cry. He waved his two swords crazily, forming an impenetrable defense net. Leofric and his knight's swords slashed continuously. The storm caused by the swords collided with the defense net, creating several sparks, but it could do nothing to Marius' strength. At the moment of the collision, Marius deftly blocked Leofric's blade with the Mother of Destruction. The rune sword in his other hand instantly drew a fatal arc, piercing through Leofric's breastplate and leaving a wound of more than twenty centimeters on his chest.
After the first round, Leofric could feel the burning pain in his chest. Blood had already dyed his shirt red.
The second round was another round. This time, Leofric gathered all his strength. He fused his will and strength together. He was so excited that he almost went crazy. The shining knight's sword and the Elector's holy sword clashed repeatedly. The sparks created were too much for the eyes to take in. Leofric waved his weapon with all his might and almost broke through the defense of the Elector's holy sword. Then, he pounced forward and attacked with all his strength. The blade of the knight's sword once again burst out with dazzling light. He wanted to use this attack to knock the Elector of the Empire off his horse!
But what was shocking was that Marius had already foreseen this moment. He had already closed his eyes. Not only did the dazzling light not affect him, it even guided him in the right direction. The mad count once again let out a pig's cry. He relied on the blurry light to easily raise his sword and block Leofric's fierce attack. The Mother of Destruction took advantage of the momentum and slashed down, piercing the Royal Knight's left arm. Leofric almost collapsed from this blow. He tried his best to hold onto his knight's sword, but his body had already betrayed him. The Royal Knight barely managed to pull back his sword to block, staggering on his horse as he tried to maintain his balance.
The Mad Count did not give him any chance at all. He pulled the reins, and the horse raised its front hooves. Marius took the opportunity to kick Leofric in the stomach. "Get off!"
"Ugh!" Leofric finally lost his balance. He fell off his horse, and many ladies' clothes that were hanging on his body fell into the dust. Soon, he lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss. He was rescued by the attendants to stop the bleeding.
But the bleeding could not be stopped. The wound caused by the Elector's holy sword could not be stopped or healed at all!
Marius took out a bottle of crystal-clear medicine and threw it on the ground. "Use this."
"Thank you!" Leofric's attendants hurriedly picked it up and carried the unconscious Royal Knight away for treatment.
At this time, Leofric's wife, Helen, had already fainted from the shock. Duke Hubbard was so angry that his face turned red. He immediately stood up and reached for his sword, but the other dukes hurriedly stopped him. "Hubbard! This is a competition! Calm down! "
"Damned Empire people! The Lady curses you! "Veins popped out on Duke Hubbard's face. He could only sit down.
In the stands, Laing shook his head slightly. "Leofric is very brave, but he is still no match for Marius."
"His courage is admirable," the Lady of the Lake said calmly. "Very good, Morgiana. Remember to give him a new set of plate armor from my warehouse. His current armor is no longer worthy of his level." The Lake Fairy said faintly.
"Yes." Morgiana nodded to show that she understood.
After Leofric's defeat, there were only three people left on the field. They were Elector Marius, Duke Bodrick, and Forest Lord Estes from the Wood Elves. They had all defeated their opponents. Now, the three of them raised their heads and looked at the stands, waiting for the Lady of the Lake's arrangement.
But the Lady of the Lake did not say anything. On the contrary, Laing stood up, and Knight King walked to the front of the stage. "Raise the duel stage!"
"The last three contestants, please enter the duel stage! The final match will begin! "
"You will decide the winner on the duel stage."
"The last one to remain on the duel stage will be the champion of this tournament!"
"Champion! Champion! Champion! " The whole venue was filled with cheers and shouts. In the madness and excitement of the humans, they were ready to witness the birth of the champion.
Duke Bodrick, Duke Bodrick, the champion of the Sea God Mannen, who was over ninety years old, took a towel from his servant and gently wiped his face covered with blood and stains. He raised his head. At this time, the sky was close to dusk. But under the divine power of the Goddess and the illumination of the magic lamps, the venue was still very bright.
What was even brighter was the Holy Grail placed in front of the stands. The sacred golden grail was inlaid with countless gems and emitted an extremely attractive light. It was there, waiting for the winner to share the supreme glory.
The Holy Grail! The Holy Grail that belongs to me!
The old duke's hand clenched the Sea God's Trident.
Wait a little longer. I, Bodrick, will soon lift you up!
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