At this time, the sky was gradually turning dark. The attendants and dwarven craftsmen began to enter, preparing to set up the stage for the duel. The duel did not start immediately, because whether it was Bodrick, Marius, or the wood elf Estes, they had actually fought several times in a row. They were all tired and slightly injured. Everyone rested temporarily, waiting for the stage to be completed.
During this, there was a small interlude. A ranger knight from Le-Angoulême, Cedric, and another ranger knight from Lyonnesse, the two knights requested to challenge Laing to a duel to the death.
What was a duel to the death?
It was an unlimited duel between two knights. This duel had to continue until one side died unless one side voluntarily surrendered. It was an extremely cruel way of duel. Only when the two knights had a deep hatred that could not be resolved through negotiation would such a duel to the death.
"My king, I sincerely ask you, is this duel to be a pastime or a duel of honor?"
"Absolutely not, there must be death!"
— The supreme command of the second generation Knight King, "Reckless" Lewis, at the Royal Tournament.
Laing did not want to see this duel to the death, but since both sides insisted on it, and since there was such a glorious tradition, Laing had no reason to object. Seeing that the Lake Fairy did not say anything, he nodded in agreement.
It was said that Cedric and Potter had an irreconcilable disagreement because of a beautiful lady named Le Winter. Who knew who stole her away? Both sides always looked at each other with hatred in their eyes. Laing shook his head. "Well, this is an old drama. Everyone likes to see such emotional disputes. Anyway, it's not a big deal to watch."
"Hey," Veronica leaned on him from behind. Gallan Witch smiled and said in Laing's ear, "It has always been like this. Didn't you tell me that the people like to see things? Who do you think you are if you don't like it?"
"Ha, ha, ha, ha!" Laing heard this and laughed. He reached out and pinched Gallan Witch's delicate face. "That was before. I was the people. Now, I am the king. It's enough that I don't like it. My dear, you used the sword of the previous dynasty to kill the king of this dynasty?"
"Men, take this witch down. Dress her up and send her to my room." After saying that, Laing said in a dignified manner, "I want her to personally experience my riding skills."
The fairy in the lake chuckled. Laing was always so humorous.
Veronica pretended to be frightened. She quickly hid behind Suria and complained to the madam, "Sister Suria, look at Laing. When a man has money and power, he immediately becomes bad! You have to control him, we can only count on you! "
Suria was envious that Veronica dared to joke around with Laing without fear. She also dared to ignore Laing's terrifying aura. The Brittany Queen could only smile and hold the king's hand. "Laing is not that kind of person, Lady Veronica. Why don't you sacrifice yourself to appease the king's anger?"
"Ha, ha, ha, ha!" There was a burst of laughter from the grandstand. Morgiana seemed to have recalled something and laughed as well.
There was still some time before the final duel. After watching the competition for the whole afternoon, everyone was a little hungry. A large amount of food was sent into the arena. The fairy in the lake only took a few fruits. Everyone was seizing the time to eat and rest.
"It's a pity that Devonshire didn't come. He should have come to watch such a grand tournament. It will be good for his future." Suria elegantly cut the juicy beef with her knife and fork, then used her fork to roll up the Tyrell noodles covered in ketchup. The queen was a little disappointed that the young prince did not come.
Devenhill didn't participate in the Royal Tournament in the afternoon, because Angelo said that he had a private gathering and asked if Devenhill wanted to go with him to see the world. Devenhill was the closest to Angelo, so he naturally agreed wholeheartedly. Leon thought that it wouldn't be good for Devenhill to see fighting at such a young age, so he allowed Devenhill to go with Angelo.
Suria was a little worried. "I wonder how Devonshire is doing. What did he have for dinner?"
"It's okay, Suria. Our son is with Uncle Angelo. Nothing will happen to him," Laing complained. "Don't worry."
"I'm not worried about that. I just think that it would be better for him to experience the atmosphere." Suria was still a little concerned.
"There will be many opportunities in the future, my wife." Laing smiled. Seeing that her husband had made up his mind, Suria did not say anything else. As Laing's wife, Suria was actually in charge of Laing's court, but she rarely objected to Laing's decisions. It was a tacit understanding between husband and wife.
At this time, in the racetrack of the Lion's Ring, Duke Bodrick was sitting on a bench. The old duke was now very old. He was panting heavily, sweating profusely, and his limbs were numb. Even as a top legendary master, Bodrick, who was almost a hundred years old, was equivalent to an ordinary man in his fifties. As a warrior, he could feel that his physical strength had been slowly declining since he was eighty years old. The shackles of his physical strength and the decline of his physical strength forced him to change his fighting style. But even so, Bodrick's physical strength was still not comparable to the long-lived Lord of the Forest of Wood Elves and Kurfürst Marius, who was only forty years old and in his golden age.
Was he old? Bodrick asked himself more than once in the depths of his heart.
"Father, have something to eat." His eldest son, Fedmond, walked up from behind. He was a baron in his fifties and his first successor. He brought a glass of water blessed by the prophet of the Lake God and a few small pieces of elven biscuits.
These elven biscuits were imported from the High Elves' Kingdom of Sapry. Just a small piece was enough to fill a meal. It quickly restored physical strength, guaranteed nutrition, and did not hurt the stomach. Of course, the price was the same as the High Elves'. Only the great nobles could enjoy them.
"Fedmond." Bodrick looked at his son, and a trace of affection appeared in the old duke's eyes. This was his son. Fedmond had already completed the Holy Grail Expedition. Even if he could not make it, his son would still inherit him. "Thank you."
"Father, you can't lose. You can't lose. Brittany can't lose." Fedmond sat beside his father and looked at his father's two opponents. "The enemy is very strong, but we are the descendants of His Excellency Marcus, the Son of the Sea. We will not be afraid of any enemy!"
"That's right. Never underestimate the heart of a champion." Bodrick rested for a while. He picked up the Sea God's Trident and stood up again.
At this time, the battle between the two paladins had ended. Potter cut Cedric to death and pierced his heart with a sharp sword, announcing his victory.
The attendants came up to clean up the scene and then indicated that the duel stage had been cleaned up.
The three contestants went up almost at the same time. The Lord of the Forest, Estes, rode a stag, while Marius and Bodrick both rode their beloved warhorses. They each stood on one side of the stage.
Marius was holding the Kurfürst's holy sword and the dwarf's enchanted rune sword, and Estes, the Lord of the Forest, was holding a sharp elven longsword that was forged by the Val Anvil in the Starlight Furnace Forest of the wood elves. He was supposed to be holding a bow in his other hand, but since long-range weapons were not allowed in this match, he changed it to a green leaf spear.
Bodrick held the Sea God's Trident in one hand and a shield in the other. The three contestants were not in a hurry to start the duel. They carefully sized up their opponents.
Bodrick knew that he was old and could not be a match for Marius and Estes in terms of physical strength. However, he had no doubt that he had rich combat experience, skilled skills, and powerful strength. In order to seize the initiative, he had to allocate his physical strength reasonably and find a suitable opponent for himself.
Then, would it be the crazy, arrogant Elector of the Empire, or the mysterious Wood Elf?
The three contestants approached each other tentatively. Under the eyes of the audience, the Lord of the Forest, Estes, made the first move. He rode a strong male stag and pulled the reins. "For Ao Laing, for Esoloron!"
"For the Empire, for Charlemagne!"
"For Bordero, for the Lady!"
Two loud shouts sounded almost at the same time. Now, the battle began!
Duke Bodrick was the first to exchange blows with Estes. The pure-blooded Elven warhorse carried the old duke in large strides. The power of the Sea God's Trident flowed along the dazzling golden light and gushed out along the tip of the halberd, aiming straight for Estes' head. The Wood Elf was clearly flustered by the old duke's attack. He tried his best to dodge, but the halberd still pierced his shoulder. The Sea God's Might and the Lake God's Wrath drew a golden line on his shoulder, followed by bright red blood.
Without waiting for Estes to cry out in pain, a sacred sword with unparalleled power slashed directly at the Wood Elf's head. The Mother of Destruction was extremely fast. Amidst the strange pig squeals of the Mad Earl, the sacred sword had a strange rhythm. Even if Estes had expected this attack, he could not dodge it. Marius did not intend to show any mercy. His attack was to take the Wood Elf's life!
Estes felt his heart shrink into a ball, as if he had already lost consciousness. The Kurfürst's sacred sword was extremely sharp. One slash was enough to kill him, as if his limbs were filled with lead.
"Clang!" The sound of metal clashing came from the side. Marius looked at the Sea God's Trident in disbelief. Duke Bodrick blocked the Mother of Destruction. The old duke coldly signaled that he would not allow Marius to take advantage of the situation.
"Hmph!" Seeing this, Marius put away his sacred sword. Estes also covered his wound and retreated.
Just as Bodrick was about to regroup and fight again, he saw Marius staring at him. The Mad Earl's expression was strange as he pursed his lips at the Wood Elf.
The old duke narrowed his eyes. He immediately understood Marius' meaning.
Very good, I think so too.
Arrange!
When Estes caught his breath and was about to launch a counterattack, he found that Kurfürst Marius and Duke Bodrick had launched a fierce attack on him!
The Sea God's Trident slashed out flashes of golden light one after another. The sharp tip cut through the air, emitting a pungent fishy smell. The Kurfürst's sacred sword danced in the air. Marius' attacks were completely reckless and violent. He roared louder and louder. He swore to eliminate this Wood Elf first!
Pointy ears were not allowed to interfere in a duel between humans!
Estes let out an angry roar. He was almost unable to resist the fierce attacks from both sides. More importantly, the weapon in his hand was not a divine weapon. A weapon forged in the furnace of Val's Anvil could not compare to the Kurfürst's sacred sword of the Empire and the trident blessed by the Sea God. Soon, Estes' body was injured by the divine weapon.
However, although the Lord of the Forest had several wounds on his body, he was still full of energy and never tired. Hardly had his longsword blocked Marius' Kurfürst holy sword when the green leaf spear was completely broken in order to protect him from a fatal blow!
Now! Duke Bodrick roared. The warhorse under him raised its hooves and stabbed the Wood Elf with the trident in his hand. Estes used the broken tip of the green leaf spear to barely block Bodrick's attack. Marius took the opportunity to swing his enchanted rune sword. While Estes was busy blocking, his breastplate was torn apart by the Kurfürst's sacred sword and blood gushed out.
Seeing that the situation was irreversible, Estes finally made a decision. He could not lose. He could not lose to these lowly people!
A sharp whistle pierced through the night sky. A giant eagle suddenly appeared in the sky. It flapped its wings and flew to the stage. Its wings flapped down hard. Both Bodrick and Marius were shocked. Bodrick quickly lowered his head. The eagle's sharp claws swept across his helmet. The claws that were sharp enough to crush his head sent the old duke's cross helmet flying from his head and almost knocked him off his horse. Bodrick's face was exposed. There was a scratch on the old duke's face. Bright red blood flowed down his face.
Kurfürst Marius, on the other hand, was not so lucky. He was hit by the giant eagle on the spot and was blown away together with his horse, falling outside the stage. The crazy count let out a series of screams and roars of unwillingness. He was not reconciled to his defeat!
"Wow!" The audience was in an uproar. In such a sacred duel, the despicable elves used magic?
"Despicable!"
"Dishonorable!"
"Get out! Get out! Get out! "
"Filthy pointy ears, take your magic and get out of the land given to us by the goddess!"
The entire stadium was filled with the curses of the Brittanians, and even the empire's side publicly protested. This time, everyone's gazes were directed towards the main grandstand. How would the impartial goddess and king view the wood elves' public use of summoning magic in a competition?
Laing frowned slightly. This move of the wood elves was really despicable. As the new Knight King was about to stand up and announce that the wood elves were disqualified, Duke Bodrick raised his hand towards the grandstand.
The old duke signaled to the puzzled eyes of the audience. "It's okay! Magic weapons are a part of the duel. My lady, my king, please let me finish this duel! "
"Since this is your choice, then I will do as you wish!" Seeing Bodrick's firm attitude, Laing could only agree. The Lake Fairy also nodded slightly, indicating that the competition should continue.
"Hmph! Despicable humans, this time's champion, this Gold Cup, belongs to Aisley! " The Woodland Lord, Estes, who was covered in wounds and blood, nodded towards Aralos in the grandstand. The wood elves would do anything to get what they wanted. If Estes could not defeat the humans as a warrior, then he would defeat them as a chanter!
Although his shoulders, chest, waist, and arms were bleeding, the Woodland Lord still maintained his fighting strength. He threw away the broken spear and held the chipped longsword, pointing it at the old duke whose face was bleeding. As he chanted, the Woodland Lord's body was shrouded in green energy. A shield of thorns appeared around him. Emerald green energy emerged from the void and wrapped around his body. His injuries began to heal and his strength gradually increased. What was more terrifying was that the magic energy formed by the leaves formed a whirlwind of sharp blades that swept towards Duke Bodrick, as if to swallow him up on the spot.
But the old duke was laughing. He was laughing very happily. Duke Bodrick, who was always serious, laughed out loud. His laughter was incomparably cruel.
What was he laughing about? The Woodland Lord was puzzled.
He was clearly going to lose!
"I said that magic weapons are also part of the duel." Bodrick coughed and tightened the reins with one hand, signaling his beloved horse to calm down. "And I also have this power!"
After he finished speaking, the old duke suddenly raised his Neptune's Trident. Only then did everyone realize how bright Neptune's Trident was. A giant blue halo surrounded the Trident. A True God's will was being added to the Trident!
"It's Mannen! The power of the Sea God! "The Empire and Brittany exclaimed.
"Martheran! He sensed this human's request. " On the other side, Tegris also whispered. The tall mage's face was full of seriousness. "Oh no, the wood elves are in trouble!"
Bubbles appeared in the air, and a strong smell of the sea swept through the entire Ring of Lions racetrack. In the next second, a giant fist more than 20 meters in diameter made of seawater rolled out of the air, carrying the great power of the God of the Sea, and blasted towards his enemy!
"Wrath of Mannen!"
The wrath of the Sea God completely tore and swallowed all of the wood elves' spells. The giant fist shattered the thorns and completely destroyed the blade whirlwind made of leaves. Estes released all of his magic power in an attempt to resist the wrath of the Sea God. When the seawater touched his wound, the pain brought by the wrath of the Sea God swallowed the wood elf's consciousness. What followed the wrath of the Sea God was the old duke's fierce attack!
The two sides fought for more than ten rounds.
The battle reached its climax. Duke Bodrick unleashed the last of his strength. The trident in his hand turned into a ball of light and shadow, gaining more and more advantages with each strike. The Woodland Lord gritted his teeth and resisted. He used his longsword to strike the body of the trident. Then, he gathered all his strength and punched Bodrick's ribs through the plate armor. Even with the protection of the plate armor, two of Bodrick's ribs were broken. However, the old duke didn't make a single sound. His eyes were like lightning and fire.
His gums were bleeding from his clenched teeth. Bodrick could feel that he had reached his limit. His hands were numb and he was almost out of strength. The wounds on his face, chest, and ribs were bleeding profusely. His strength was gradually fading under these injuries. When he tried to fight back, his sluggish body was almost unable to be controlled by his master's will.
Was he going to lose?
No, he could not lose. He was the first Knight of the Holy Grail, the descendant of Marcus, the son of the Sea God. His blood flowed with the power of his ancestors. The glorious stories and great courage of his ancestors had always inspired him. Marcus used this power to defeat the King of Skalinth, the Chosen Warrior of the Four Gods of Chaos, Svenka. If he could be as strong as his ancestor …
Bodrick's silent prayer was not ignored. He could feel a cold feeling spreading from his chest to his limbs. His blood was boiling. The old duke knew that this was him at his peak. This was the power he had at his peak!
The powerful champion of the Sea God had come to welcome the aging Bodrick!
The old duke grasped this new strength. His loose muscles once again tightened his grip on the trident. The divine weapon bestowed by the Sea God swept horizontally. The chipped long sword in the woodland lord's hand finally could not withstand the old duke's fierce attack and exploded into pieces. Estes' body swayed, and the stag under him took a step back in fear. Bodrick pulled the reins and rushed towards the wood elf, raising the trident in his hand.
"Never, ever, underestimate the heart of a champion!"
This attack caused Estes to let out a final scream.
The applause was like thunder, resounding throughout the entire arena. Salutes roared, and ribbons fell like raindrops.
The champion was born!
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