The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 In the Republic of Poland, if a girl is not married yet, young people who love her can defeat her competitors by duel to win the girl's heart. Similarly, the losing party must abandon the pursuit of the woman.

　　 Of course, this challenge is also conditional. That is the equality of the identities of both parties. If a commoner challenges the nobleman, the nobleman certainly has the right to refuse, because this is an insult to the noble status. But earlier, Catherine had declared her noble status. Although she was a declining noble, the noble was a noble. At least in terms of identity, Catherine and Anzumov, who are from Scotland, are equal.

　　 Now, for love, Catherine throws out the glove that symbolizes the challenge, then the little Anzumov must accept, otherwise he will be laughed at by everyone. Especially those who are in charge of guarding outside today are members of the noble guard. They regard reputation more important than life.

　　 Little Anzumov took off the gloves hanging on his shoulders. Now he understands that while he is setting a trap, someone has also set a trap for himself. Although he still can't judge who this person is.

　　 "I accept your challenge." Count Anzumov said.

　　The duel will take place in the courtyard of the castle, where Cheerchen and the others first entered the city where the mercenaries were trained.

　　 The actions of the servants in the castle are super fast, or they are also happy to see this blood-seeking entertainment. Not long after, a row of chairs was placed in the middle of the pillars. City Lord Feodor sat in the middle position, with Bishop Kischel on his left and his daughter Helena on his right.

　　The soldiers of the noble guard guarding the yard surrounded the yard round and round. Today they are both guards and bystanders. On the suspended building and roof next to the courtyard, some castle servants and nobles and mercenaries living in the castle sat on it. Even if they do not understand the cause and effect of the duel, this does not hinder their interest in the duel. This includes Pidro and others.

　　The duelists entered the arena from both sides and stopped at the edge of the field. Everyone held their breath and looked at them.

　　 Count Anzumov put on a front breastplate. This breastplate has been roasted blue, shining with azure brilliance. His weapon is a Polish saber, light and handy.

　　 And Catherine is not in armor, he is still in the uniform of a mercenary. His weapon is a Scottish broadsword, and the round guard firmly covers his right hand wearing a deerskin glove. He holds a small shield in his left hand, which is the favorite weapon combination used by Highland Scots.

　　 The duel did not start right away. A team of servants stepped onto the court first. They stomped the snow in the courtyard with their feet and sprinkled a layer of soot on it to prevent any side of the duel from slipping.

　　 The first trumpet sounded. Little Anzumov and Catherine turned around and bowed in Fyodor's direction. According to the rules, if the women present show mercy to a certain party, they can give away one of their own items. Little Anzumov certainly did not receive such treatment. As the only noble woman present, Helena gave her handkerchief to Catherine. The latter cherished it and placed it in his arms.

　　 This can't help but make Anzumov angry again.

　　 "Look at it, I will cut you out of your body." Xiao Anzumov thought silently. For Helena, the little earl was another curse.

　　 The second trumpet sounded. The two organized the equipment on their lower bodies to make sure they were foolproof. Then, he gave the noble ritual to the other party.

　　 "Today's great victory, I will give to the most beautiful Miss Helena. She is also my beloved." Catherine said loudly. This caused another round of admiration from everyone present.

　　 "What a knightly person! I have only seen such characters in knight novels." Someone exclaimed.

　　 "Then I will let God, Lord Feodor, and all the nobles and honorable knights in this land testify that I will wash away my shame with your blood."

　　 Little Anzumov certainly wouldn't let Catherine steal the limelight and momentum, he also said loudly.

　　 Finally the third trumpet sounded. When the trumpeter stops the trumpet, the duel will begin.

The trumpet stopped.

　　In the first round, neither party rushed to take a shot, but began to test each other.

　　 Count Anzumov's saber drew a few imaginary swords in front of him, trying to lure Catherine to block. But Catherine was not fooled, he just raised the small shield halfway, and stared at Anzumov's knife-holding wrist.

　　 After a few attempts without success, Earl Anzumov couldn't hold back his temper, and he took the lead in launching an attack. The saber slashed from top to bottom to Catherine's right side without shield protection.

　　 For this attack, Catherine was prepared. He moved the small shield sideways, causing the little Anzumov's saber to slash on the shield. Afterwards, Catherine contracted her arms slightly and tilted the small shield to easily dissolve the attack of Anzumov.

　　 After this, Earl Anzumov launched several more intensive attacks, and the saber slashed continuously on Catherine's small shield. But no harm was done to Catherine every time.

　　 On the surface, Earl Anzumov seemed to have the advantage, and Catherine couldn't look up. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com can attack so fast and fiercely, Earl Anzumov’s physical strength is also consumed extremely fast, the top of his head is hot, and his nostrils are shrinking violently.

　　 Looking back at Catherine, his breath is calm and his steps are strong. Xiao Anzumov's attack couldn't even make his forearm numb.

Ah! After removing the attack of Anzumov again, Catherine launched the first counterattack. His small shield swung his saber away, and his body slammed forward, and the Scottish Broadsword swept across the waist of Little Anzumov.

　　 Little Anzumov hurriedly leaped back. The broad sword swept across Anzumov's breastplate with a slight margin, leaving a faint scratch on it.

　　 After landing, the little Anzumov took a few steps backwards before he could stand firm. But then, Catherine's second attack came immediately. I saw Catherine raised the small shield in her left hand to protect her upper body, and then her body flew out like an arrow and hit the little Anzumov.

　　 Catherine slammed into Little Anzumov’s chest firmly, and the two flew out a few steps together, and then fell on the snow, causing a burst of white fog.

When the white mist dissipated, everyone saw this scene: Catherine was holding the shield's left hand and pressing on the front and neck of Anzumov, his right hand holding the broadsword was holding the hilt, and the tip of the sword pointed The position between the eyes of Little Anzumov.

　　 Obviously, it was Catherine, a mercenary from Scotland, who won.

　　 At this time, the trumpeter sounded the trumpet in good time. Announcing the end of the duel and Catherine's victory.

　　 The little Anzumov who stood up from the snowy complexion was pale, his breastplate was recessed in a large piece, and his hands also had several obvious scars, which were the marks of his palms on the ground and were scratched by cinders. But he didn't say anything, just looked at the two Helena who plunged into Catherine's arms.