Eagle Byzantium

The theater was filled with envy. Two eunuchs held a plate of gold sand and placed it on the terrace. "This is a gift for His Majesty and the winner."

Several servants walked into the corridor compartment and pulled the iron chain on the roulette wheel. With a creaking sound, the iron gate leading to the inner venue of the theater slowly rose. "You just wait here. If I go, it won't take too long!" Mikhail confidently held the hilt of the sword and said to Diogenes and Gawain behind him.

Then, the emperor's chief guard walked out of the iron gate gracefully, and the whole theater cheered, especially his wife Eudoxia, who was sitting in the seat, looking at her husband's heroic figure with great pride.

Alexius also laughed triumphantly and shouted to Mikhail, "Let them see the grace of Roman warriors today!" The nobles beside him, such as Isaac, also cheered vigorously. Among them, Isaac was the first to stand up and put his precious gold, enamel and ivory jewelry on the emperor's "prize" with a clang-dangling sound - and Malena, Queen Irene and others followed suit.

"This is simply an ugly legacy of the ancient pagan emperor era. A group of people shouted while watching the people bleeding on the sand field, just like the beasts in the forest and the wilderness." Patriarch Masdas saw this crazy scene and shook his head continuously, feeling extremely dissatisfied. Then he looked at Anna who was sitting next to him, but saw that the little girl and Prince John on the other side did not look at Mikhail at the same time, but stared at the room behind the iron fence, where stood a mixed-race warrior dressed as a border guard and a tall barbarian warrior. Anna stared at him intently.

"Anna, Anna." The Patriarch called.

Anna came back to her senses, put on a polite smile, looked at the Patriarch, and then rested her cheek on her seat, changed to a silly smile, and continued to look at the big barbarian warrior, ignoring the attention of the whole audience on Mikhail. Masdas raised his white eyebrows. Girls of this age can only do this.

"It turns out that this is not the jousting I understand. It seems that the method of knights fighting each other on horseback with lances has not yet become popular. This is a waste of the tactical genes I took from the Norman knights before." Gawain, with his hands raised high, hung on the iron fence, looked at the scene of the foot battle duel, and felt a little regretful in his heart. He didn't know what it felt like to hold a long lance on the back of a horse and pierce the enemy at high speed!

"The German warriors are on the stage." Diogenes next to him reminded.

The iron gate opposite was also rumbled up, and under the illumination of the torch, a warrior dressed in black iron came out, wearing a black helmet, black turban chain mail, black wrist armor, black cloak, black smock, black greaves, carrying a huge black two-handed sword, and walked out. Then, he turned around and saluted Emperor Komnenos and his own court official Vitlin with a sword, and then buckled the black visor with one hand, without any expression or demeanor, standing there like a piece of meteorite, motionless.

"His shortcoming is on his neck, the only place without iron armor protection." Diogenes narrowed his eyes and judged.

Gawain's eyes followed the instructions of the guard and also looked up. The black warrior's turban chain mail was hanging down, not connected to the throat and neck, but covered on it, swinging with subtle movements, revealing a small piece of skin on his neck.

The trumpet sounded, and the two men in confrontation saluted each other, then each held their swords. The black warrior tilted his two-handed sword down, and the blade hung on the ground, holding it firmly with one hand in front and one in the back. This posture was to strike back, and after judging the enemy's attack, he could swing it with all his strength and cut the enemy in two with one sword.

Mikhail held his breath, and according to the traditional Byzantine sword fighting, he put the sharp blade on his right shoulder and began to circle the black warrior, looking for an opportunity to stab. "Mikhail, his sword and knife skills are equally flexible and accurate, he will definitely win!" Diogenes kept saying this, as if to cheer himself up.

At this time, the audience in the entire theater was also nervous and silent, and even Anna shifted her sight, watching Mikhail's fight with the black warrior. The drum beats that kept beating at high speed were like the beating of everyone's heart.

Suddenly, Mikhail moved.

However, he dropped the sword in his hand, fell to the ground, and kept twitching and shaking.

The black warrior was also a little stunned.

The emperor, the queen, all the nobles and guests, including Gawain and Diogenes, were all stunned.

Three seconds later, Eudoxia stood up and cried, "My husband's epilepsy has occurred!"

"What's going on, at this time!" Alexius slapped the armrest angrily and regretfully, complaining.

Weitlin laughed silently, and then he shouted to the black warrior off the court, "Count Arno of Ghent, help your opponent who went on the court with illness, and then go to the Emperor of Constantinople to receive the reward." The rest of Henry IV's court officials and squire knights also laughed disdainfully.

This victory seemed to belong to Salian Caesar's side without a doubt. Anna covered her mouth and sat in silence, looking a little frustrated. Masdas said approvingly, "Perhaps this result is better."

Arno, the border count from Ghent, put his sword on his shoulders, shook his head, and stepped forward to help Mikhail, who was twitching more and more, but he saw A gesture of stopping was made by the epileptic Mikhail. The man was sweating, breathing rapidly, and his face was pale. Then he turned his head and stared at the two deputies behind the iron gate.

Eudoxia also cast her gaze over.

Then, Anna and John cast their eyes over, "Gawain...Does it really mean Gawain..." Anna was still worried and hesitant, while John behind her stood up directly. Shaking his arms fiercely, "That barbarian warrior from Varyag, it's your turn to appear. Come out and fight this black guy!"

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With the crash, all the eyes of the audience in the theater followed His Royal Highness to the dark iron gate. "I'm going!" Diognis couldn't hold himself back, so he picked up the flail, but was stopped by Gawain. , "Let me go, your injury is not healed yet."

Then, regardless of the objections of the guard, Gawain raised his hands, put on the face armor again, shook the helmet slightly, then kicked up the battle ax with his feet, held it horizontally with both hands, and took three steps forward. Amidst the shouts, the dazzling firelight instantly illuminated his vision that was originally blocked by the helmet - Stephen Gawain passed through the gate and arrived at the duel center in the center of the theater.

"Can the second-in-command replace the duel?" Vitlin lost his composure and asked Emperor Alexios next to him loudly amid the noise.

But he didn't get an answer, and then Wetterling saw that the emperor's face became even paler, and his eyes were fixed on the strange warrior who replaced him, especially the red blouse and the Black Eagle logo on the armor!