People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 15 Eyes of the Beast
After Lothar left the field.

Abelardo makes another appearance.

This knight who has won many championship knight honors in Lombardy is indeed a master that should not be underestimated.

He made it all the way to the final with ease.

Even the two knights who wore half plate armor and looked like iron cans were defeated by him through subtle tactics.

"It is worthy of being the user of the name of Abelardo, the famous general who followed Charlemagne. Abelardo has been in a state of crushing throughout the whole process. The gap is too great."

"Abelardo has obviously more experience in participating in competitive competitions, and is better at conserving his energy than young people like Cavaliers Lothar."

"It seems that there is no suspense in the final. This Abelardo will once again win the honorary title of champion knight."

"It's a pity that a Lombard won the highest honor in the knight competition held by my great Germania."

Lothar frowned.

It's not that I'm upset that people don't think well of me.

After all, Abelardo is a senior who once swept the invincible competitions among the Lombard city-states, and it is normal for him to be inferior to the opponent.

If there is no systematic blessing, the original owner is nothing more than a talented knight, far from being talented.

It's just that Abelardo's physical strength is still so abundant after the series of battles, which is really puzzling.

There are many ways to preserve physical strength, but this person is using a half-handed sword, wide open and wide, even if he has some special skills, he shouldn't be so easy.

"It's fine if I cheat, how can you, an ordinary knight, last so long?"

Lothar frowned.

The situation on the field is still one-sided.

Abelardo's opponent obviously also consumed a lot of physical strength, facing Abelardo's storm-like onslaught, he had to parry.

Not long after, he caught a glimpse of a flaw and knocked away the armed sword in his hand.

Abelardo, win!

Because the opponent lost so quickly, Lothar only had time to drink his saliva, and then with the help of Ryan and Model, he got back on his horse again.

He took over the white beech lance that he had obtained from the opponent he had defeated before, and the two he bought before had been broken in the previous battle.

Pick up the kite-shaped shield with the emblem of a standing lion. This iron-clad shield has been scarred after a round of competition, and it is full of holes pierced by cavalry lances.

But he couldn't replace the spoil shields he got from the rest of the knights, which had their exclusive coat of arms on them, and it would be dishonorable to use such shields without erasing them.

What's more, the condition of those shields is not much better than the one in Lothar's hands.

But Abelardo is different. He has more experience and has already prepared a replacement shield.

His coat of arms is nine gold beads scattered and arranged, and the paint may also be mixed with gold powder, which reflects dazzling brilliance under the reflection of the sun.

Only the announcer shouted: "Next, it is the critical moment to witness the birth of the champion knight. The Lothar knight from Argau will have a final battle with Abelardo from Tuscany."

"Father above, He will behold these two warriors for the final honor, Amen!"

Amid the cheers of the people, the two slowly entered the arena.

"You can fight to the end, I really didn't let me down."

Abelardo raised his lance and pointed the tip at Lothar: "But unfortunately, I will not have any spare power for the next battle. You can admit defeat in time to avoid irreparable damage."

Lothar's voice came out from under the barrel helmet, and it seemed a bit muffled: "I will also give you these words. Admit defeat early to avoid damage."

Neither of them have any background.

Abelardo came from the Medici family in Tuscany, and he was the second son of the family. After all, he was nothing more than a landless knight wandering abroad, but his reputation was a bit prominent.

So is Lothar.

He knew Earl Argau, even if he died, he would not feel much heartache.

This is a person who values ​​the interests of the family more than anything else, and will never act on his own will, so he played against Abelardo.

After all, being killed in the martial arts arena is an aboveboard duel, and no one can make a mistake.

If someone wanted to take revenge, it would be an act that would be cast aside by the entire noble world.

"Then let's get started."

Abelardo knocked on the shield with his lance, clamped the horse's belly with his heel, and let out a violent cry: "Allez! (Drive!)"

Lothar also boosted his horse speed.

The venue for the competition was limited, and the two of them didn't have much time to boost the speed of their horses. The time for a fierce charge could only make the mount run as fast as possible to increase the power of the charge.

boom--

The two lances pierced through the opponent's shield at the same time, and the horse let out an overwhelmed scream, and with great force, the two were directly thrown away.

Lothar felt as if his whole body was falling apart, and the chest stabbed by the opponent's spear was even more painful. It was not just a minor injury of bruises, and even his ribs were probably broken.

On the other hand, Abelardo, although he was also hit by the lance in Lothar's hand, he quickly stood up again, raised the knight sword in his hand, and responded to the cheers on the field as if he had won.

"Abelardo!"

"Abelardo!"

People cheered Abelardo's name frantically, as if witnessing the rising of a new star.

There was a smile on Abelardo's face under his helmet. He had never chosen to be loyal to a certain lord, but he was waiting for a price.

Obviously, Leopold's big hand successfully conquered him.

Banruo, who was standing on the stands, clenched the wooden railing tightly, showing a rare coldness in his expression.

Hans, Ryan and Model also shouted eagerly: "My lord, are you all right? We surrendered, and quickly carried out our lord!"

Lothar slowly got up with the armed sword in his hand.

He shook his head to the anxious crowd, signaling them not to make rash decisions.

He looked down at his chest, where the burqa had been pierced, exposing the deformed lock piece underneath.

Chain mail has strong defense against chopping and stabbing, but it cannot prevent blunt wounds.

If it wasn't for the fact that his physical strength had been raised to an inhuman level, he might have completely lost his fighting power at this moment.

The people in the stands also noticed this scene, and the cheers gradually subsided, replaced by bursts of surprised discussions.

Abelardo looked at Lothar, and said with some doubts: "Do you want to continue? You are not my opponent, and you are considered very good if you can persist until now."

Several people who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal clamored: "Come on, Lothar, turn over this little boy in Tuscany!"

"Don't embarrass the big German, fuck me!"

There are only two left to compete for the title of champion knight, and they have become the focus of everyone's eyes.

No one watched the competitions such as bow and arrow, infantry, and spear-throwing around the knight's arena for a long time. Everyone gathered here and made various applause in French, Latin, and German.

Lothar didn't speak, his breathing became extremely heavy under the barrel helmet.

He clenched the sword and shield in his hand, came to Abelardo, and knocked on the shield in his hand with the sword, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"I don't understand, it's better for everyone if it ends sooner."

Abelardo sighed lightly: "However, since you insist, go ahead, I will let you know what kind of existence the champion knight who has won twelve consecutive victories in the martial arts arena is like!"

click!
He directly crossed the wooden baffles used to divide the two sides of the competition field, and came to Lothar.

He slashed his head with a sword.

The sharp weapon cut through the air, and with a whistling sound, it slammed hard on the shield in Lothar's hand.

Lothag blocked the sword, his fingers holding the shield and wearing chain mail gloves felt numb for a while.

I just feel that Abelardo's strength at this time has increased by at least half compared to the first battle.

He definitely hid his strength before.

Keng——

The sound of steel intersecting sounded.

Lothar's counterattack was directly blocked by Abelardo's hand and half sword.

"Do you feel it? This is my true strength."

A somewhat hoarse voice came from under Abelardo's helmet.

He simply discarded the shield in his hand, held the half-handed sword in both hands, and raised it above his head. When Lothar saw the right time and rushed up, he slammed his head and cut off the kite-shaped shield of Lothar's iron hoop. .

Lothar also discarded the useless shield, trying to calm down his violent breathing, and his eyes followed the gap in the barrel helmet to stare at the opponent's movements.

next moment.

Abelardo swung his sword forward again, and Lothar held the blade in one hand and the hilt in the other, and held the armed sword in front of him, blocking the blow.

Taking advantage of the instability of the opponent's feet, he kicked out and kicked the opponent's waist, causing him to stagger a few steps and retreat.

Lothar managed to catch the opportunity to counterattack. Naturally, he took advantage of the situation and rushed forward, taking advantage of the fact that the half-sword in the opponent's hand is more suitable for chopping than stabbing, and broke into the opponent's arms.

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of head hammers, which made both of them dizzy for a while.

But at the time when it was almost a face-to-face battle, Lothar suddenly discovered that in the gap of the opponent's barrel helmet, there was a pair of pupils erected, like terrifying eyes of beasts.

The subconscious horror in Lothar's eyes.

Abelardo also realized something immediately, turned over and overturned Lothar, and raised the long sword in his hand to poke Lothar along the gap in the barrel helmet.

He is going to use a killer move!

Lothar was horrified, and desperately broke free from the shackles of the opponent's one hand, avoiding this assassination.

The sharp hand and half sword stuck to his cheek and pierced into the mud of the arena. Lothar raised his legs and kicked Abelardo, who was holding him, flying out.

He rode on his opponent with a backhand, using his own body weight to suppress the opponent.

At this point in the battle, the two knights seemed to be no different from a fight between hooligans.

But knowledgeable knights all know that at this time, life and death must be divided.

In the stands, in the shadow under the red-haired witch's hood, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and Count Leopold's face was full of pity.

He said to the witch: "The Lothar knight and the Abelardo knight are both outstanding talents, but it is a pity that the heavenly father wants them to decide the winner today."

(End of this chapter)