Proof of the Sun King

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The Royal Tournament continues.

At this time, Bellegar, who was sitting in the VIP seat, was burying his head in writing, holding a quill in his hand and writing hard, ignoring what was happening inside the Lions Ring Racecourse.

"Dwarf calendar, XXXX year X X X X, today, the Royal Tournament was held in Brittany, Brother Ryan sincerely asks me, the real king of the Eight Peaks, the king of the Angland clan, the last king of Ruen. Son Belgar-Hammer was the guest of honor, and considering that his request was sincere, I agreed."

"To be honest, I think Brother Ryan is very rude to do this. He didn't give the dwarves a chance to participate in the game!"

"Brother Ryan said that he can't let dwarves participate in the competition. Once a powerful dwarf participates, it will easily lose the suspense of the competition. We must give others a little space to show ourselves."

"Brother Ryan is so right, that's right! Dwarves are too powerful, they should give other races a chance. Brother Ryan really understands dwarves."

Bellegar wrote for a while, feeling that something was wrong, he thought about it, and added: "But no one knows dwarves better than I do."

After writing this sentence, Bellegar nodded with satisfaction. He stroked his white beard and closed the heavy book. The booster seat made him a little uncomfortable. Bellegar raised his head and found the Lion Ring Racecourse. The situation inside has changed, and amid the cheers of the crowd, a Breton knight and a white wolf knight are preparing for the final battle.

"That's the champion of the last knight's conference, Leofric Caral. He is fighting against an empire's white wolf knight!" The audience said, and Bellegar also focused his attention on Caral's On the body, he recognized this knight. The two sides fought side by side in the battle to restore Musillon, and he was barely acquainted.

At this time, inside the Ring of the Lions racecourse, the young kingdom knight Leofric Carrar was panting slightly. He grasped the rest time and observed his next opponent.

It was a white wolf knight, wearing a snow-white wolfskin cloak, silver full-body plate armor, thick whiskers and long brown hair, which made it almost impossible for Leofric Carrard to identify the other party. All the white wolf knights are basically like this, with long hair and beards, and the knight nobles with this appearance have gone to the territorial waters of Midden and Nord.

It was his twelfth straight and thirteenth opponent.

Unlike Leofric Caral, in addition to the breastplate + chain armor + outer burqa, this knight of the kingdom also had a lot of ladies' clothes and some unacceptable clothes on him due to his 12 consecutive victories. The woman's underwear is depicted, and he also has a lace stocking attached to his long sword.

This represents Leofric's brilliant record and the favor he received, as well as the Breton tradition.

Before the start of the game, the participating knights of Brittany will go around the field and ask the noble ladies and noble ladies for "lady's favor", and if the noble ladies and noble ladies like this knight and are willing to cheer for him, they will Will throw part of their clothes from the stands to show support. These gifts are believed to bring good luck to the knights. This is often true, because this is a world with true gods, magic and faith.

Although this may have caused a lot of talk and malicious remarks and glances from some pariahs, this honorable tradition has always been preserved, and in some cases an unmarried knight is obliged to marry the man who has given him his favor. unmarried lady.

Leofric Carrard's wife, Helen, the daughter of Hubald, Duke of Carcassonne, fell in love with him in this way at the last knight's convention, and the two eventually got married.

Of course, this honorable tradition also led to some of the most beautiful ladies being "harassed" by a large number of knights, and occasionally when a knight asked a lady for a gift, she had no clothes to give her blessing, so many unmarried women The beautiful lady will wear a veil on her face to avoid being entangled by the knights. Another example is the fairy deity in the lake sitting in the main stand. Facing each knight's favor, she shook her head and refused, and it was too cold to be human.

But this is the lady! This is our lady! She is always so cold and cruel. Before the Holy Grail, the goddess left only arrogance and indifference to her followers. Only those knights who proved their virtues with victory and sacrifice can get a glimpse of her.

After a circle in his mind, Leofric took a deep breath. The tiredness of his limbs and the numbness of his hands told him that his physical strength had reached its limit.

But the tournament will not stop because of exhaustion. After a short rest, the duel will resume. With the help of the attendants, the knights on both sides mounted their horses and began to prepare to charge.

"Go forward! For Uric, for Middenheim!" The white wolf knight on the opposite side unleashed the unique savagery and fury of the Midden leader. The impact of the horse rushed towards Leofric!

"For Madam! For Brittany! For Winford!" Leofric also unleashed his rage, raising his lance, face to face along the track at the Ring of the Lions, the two The knights faced each other and launched a charge amid the galloping speed and the cheers of the audience!

"Bang!" The white wolf knight shouted, the war hammer in his hand fell, and Leofric's lance was smashed to pieces. Upon seeing this, the kingdom knight fell back on his horse immediately, and the sturdy war hammer rubbed his There was a spark from the shoulder armor, Leofric roared, and he was almost knocked off his horse.

"Yeah yeah yeah!"

"Long live Uric!"

"The power of the White Wolf God!"

There was a wave of cheers from the Imperial VIP seats, and Karl Franz stood up and applauded in person.

"In the first round, the winner is Bernard Strobl, the eighth company commander of the White Wolf Knights from Midenland!" Callard, the Holy Grail Knight in charge of arbitration and referee, said loudly. The Holy Grail Knight, who was famous in the old world, looked a little unsightly, but he gave a fair judgment and ruled that the White Wolf Knight won.

"Second round, get ready!"

"Hu~hu~" Leofric Carrar gasped heavily. He threw away the broken lance, gritted his teeth, and drew out his Mithril Knight Sword blessed by the Prophet of the Lake God.

Only one chance!

With the battle cry for the lady and for Uric, the two knights charged face to face again, and the half-blood elf warhorse under Leofric also adjusted his movements to the best. The figure of the knight turned into a blur of lightning, rolling directly towards Bernard, the white wolf knight!

The white wolf knight can feel that the opponent's war horse is faster than himself. The war horse of Midden can't compare with the Brittanian war horse in terms of ability, but it doesn't matter, the war horse is not good enough, we still have strength and faith!

The warhammer in his hand turned up and down, his palm clenched the handle of the hammer. Bernard planned to give Leofric a fatal blow. His warhammer was already aimed at Leofric's shoulder armor and kicked fiercely. Spurs, the white wolf knight waving the warhammer approaching, this blow will end this kingdom knight!

The next second, the knight sword held high in Leofric's hand suddenly burst into a dazzling divine light! The light was so bright that the white wolf knight, who was attentive, was dizzy, and his eyes felt tingling. He was forced to narrow his eyes, and at this second, Leofric The sword slammed down, and the sword square hit the temple of the white wolf knight. The white wolf knight let out a cry of pain, and fell off the horse and fell into the dust, and there was no sound.

"One, two, three...Ten! The winner is the kingdom knight Mr. Leofric Carrard from the Duchy of Winford! Let's cheer for him!" Callard checked and confirmed After the white wolf knight lost his fighting power, the victory of the game was immediately announced.

"Yeah yeah yeah!"

"Long live the lady!"

"Brittany is the strongest!"

"The glory belongs to the lady, and the victory belongs to Brittany!"

The whole stand was filled with cheers from the Bretons. The deafening cries almost overturned the ceilings of many stands. The flags were shaken violently, and the serfs kept shouting Leofric's name. palm.

"Leofric! Leofric! Leofric!" This is Leofric's thirteenth game winning streak, and Duke Hubbard, who was sitting in the VIP seat, was a little proud. He touched his goatee, and his daughter, Leofric's wife Helen, stood up and applauded for her husband.

The victor can get all the weapons and horses of the loser, but the rules also allow the opponent to pay a ransom to redeem their own things, and Leofric's squire immediately took the full from the black-faced squire of the White Wolf Knight. A bag full of gold marks was placed on a trolley full of various gold and silver treasures.

The fairy in the lake also nodded slightly, affirming Leofric's performance. The attitude of the goddess made the tens of thousands of spectators in the entire venue almost crazy!

Glory, courage, faith, virtue, this is Brittany, this is the kingdom of knights!

At this time, there were not many competing knights left on the entire Lions Ring Racecourse. When Leofric came out to look at his next opponent after about twenty minutes of rest, he was slightly taken aback.

Elector of Tuscany and Grand Duke of Ivey, nicknamed "The Crazy Count" Marius Lightdorf, riding on his mount, nodded arrogantly at him, holding two swords, one The Elector's holy sword, the Mother of Destruction, an enchanted rune sword forged by his dwarven friend, Marius' face was grim and outrageous, but his tone was polite: "You are an excellent knight."

"Thank you." Leofric knew that he had encountered a strong enemy, and he took the lance from the attendant and prepared to meet the enemy.

"Therefore, there is some value in defeating you." Marius continued: "It is not ashamed to fail under me."

"???!!!" Leofric suddenly felt that he was offended, some kind of inner flame was ignited, he threw the lance away, and drew out his long sword: "Very good Madam would love to see the Elector of the Empire defeated before me!"

The two sides mounted the horse and started the game.

Marius is different from Leofric, who likes to be silent. He shouted "for Charlemagne, for the Empire, for Karl Franz" the moment he mounted his horse, and as he charged, the mad count Suddenly a pig screamed, and he swung his double swords frantically, forming an airtight defensive net. Leofric and his knight sword slashed continuously, and the storm and There were several sparks in the confrontation of the defensive net, but there was nothing to do with Marius' power. At the moment of the confrontation, Marius deftly used the Mother of Destruction to block Leofric's blade, and his other The rune sword in his hand instantly drew a fatal arc, which penetrated Leofric's breastplate and created a wound of more than 20 centimeters on his chest.

At the end of the first round, Leofric could feel the burning pain in his chest, and the blood had stained his inner lining.

The second round confronted again. This time, Leofric concentrated all his strength. He smelted his will and strength together. He was almost crazy with excitement. The shining knight sword and the elector holy sword clashed repeatedly. The sparks were dizzying, Leofric swung his blade vigorously, almost shaking the defense of the Elector's Holy Sword, and then he swooped forward and struck hard, the blade of the knight's sword. The dazzling bright light broke out again, and he wanted to knock down the elector of the empire with this blow!

But what was shocking was that Marius had already foreseen this moment, he had already closed his eyes, and the dazzling bright light not only did not flash to him, but instead guided him in the direction, the mad earl burst into pigs again, and he Relying on the blurred light and shadow, he easily raised his sword to block Leofric's blow. The Mother of Destruction slashed down the force and stabbed the left arm of the kingdom knight. Leofric was almost collapsed by this blow. Trying hard to hold his knight's sword, but his body had betrayed him, the kingdom knight reluctantly returned the sword to resist, staggering on his horse trying to keep his balance.

The Crazy Earl didn't give him any chance at all. He pulled the reins, the horse raised its front hooves, and Marius kicked Leofric's stomach: "Go down!"

"Hmm!" Leofric finally lost his balance. He fell off his war horse, and fell into the dust with many of the ladies' clothes hanging from him. Soon, he lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss and was escorted by his attendants. Rescue to stop the bleeding.

But the blood couldn't stop, and the wound caused by the Elector's Holy Sword couldn't stop the bleeding and heal at all!

Marius took out a bottle of crystal clear potion from his arms and threw it on the ground: "Use this."

"Thank you!" Leofric's attendants quickly picked it up and carried the unconscious knight down for treatment.

At this time, Leofric's wife Helen was so frightened that he fainted on the spot because of this change, Duke Hubbard's face was flushed with anger, he immediately stood up and stretched out his sword, and several dukes quickly stopped him: " Hubbard! It's a game! Calm down!"

"Damn Imperial! Madam curse you!" Duke Hubbard's face was blue and he could only sit down.

In the main stand, Ryan shook his head slightly: "Leofric is very brave, but he still can't be Marius' opponent~www.wuxiaspot.com~ His courage is admirable." The fairy in the lake said lightly One sentence: "Very good, Morgiana, remember to give him a new plate armor from my warehouse later, his armor is no longer worthy of his level."

"Yes." Morgiana nodded knowingly.

After Leofric's defeat, there are now only three players left in the arena, Elector Marius, Duke Bodric, and Wood Elf Lord Estes, who have defeated all of them. The opponent, now, all three raised their heads and looked towards the main stand, waiting for the arrangement of the fairy in the lake.

But the goddess didn't say anything. On the contrary, Ryan stood up, and the king of knights walked to the front of the stage: "Raise the duel stage!"

"The three final contestants, please enter the duel stage! Let's go to the final finals!"

"You, you will decide the winner on the stage of the duel."

"The last one left on the duel stage is the champion of this Royal Tournament!"

"Champion! Champion! Champion!" A tsunami-like cry came from the entire venue. Human beings were in madness and excitement, ready to witness the birth of the champion.

Duke Poldro, the god-chosen champion of Sea God Mannan, the old Duke Bodrick, who is over ninety years old, took the towel from the attendant and gently wiped his face covered with blood and stains. Raised his head, at this time, the sky was almost dusk, but under the divine power of the goddess and the illumination of the magic lamp, the venue was still extremely bright.

Even brighter is the chalice in front of the main stand. The sacred golden chalice is inlaid with countless gems and exudes an extremely seductive light. It is there, waiting for the victor to share the supreme glory.

Holy Grail! My Holy Grail!

The old duke clenched the Seagod Trident in his hand.

Wait a minute, I Boderick will come to pick you up soon!