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The Royal Tourney continues.

At this time, Belega, who was sitting in the VIP seat, was immersed in writing. He was holding a quill in his hand and writing furiously without looking at what was happening inside the Lion Ring Racecourse.

"Dwarf Calendar, on X, month,

The scion Belegar-Ironhammer attended the ceremony as a guest, and considering that his request is sincere, I agreed."

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

"But Brother Ryan said that he cannot let dwarves participate. Once a powerful dwarf participates, it will easily make the game lose suspense. We must give others a little space to show themselves."

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

Belega wrote for a while and felt something was wrong. He thought about it and added: "But no one understands dwarves better than me."

After finishing this sentence, Belega nodded with satisfaction. He touched his white beard and closed the heavy book. The booster seat made him feel a little uncomfortable. Belega raised his head and found the Lion Ring Racecourse.

The situation inside has changed. Amid the cheers of the crowd, a Brittanian knight and a White Wolf knight are preparing for the final competition.

"That is the champion of the last Knights Conference, Leofric Kalal. He is dueling with a white wolf knight of the empire!" The audience said one after another, and Belega also focused his attention on Kalal when he saw this.

He recognized this knight on his body. The two sides had fought side by side in the battle to regain Mousilon, so they were barely acquainted with each other.

At this time, in the Lion Ring Racecourse, the young kingdom knight Leofric Kalal was panting slightly. He was seizing the rest time to observe his next opponent.

It was a white wolf knight, wearing a snow-white wolf fur cape, a silver full-body plate armor, a thick beard and long brown hair, which made it almost impossible for Leofric Kalal to identify him.

Who—the White Wolf Knights basically all look like this, with long hair and beards. Knight nobles with this appearance are common in the Midden Territory and the Nord Territory.

This is his twelfth consecutive victory and thirteenth opponent.

But Leofric Kalal is different. In addition to the breastplate + chainmail + outer robe, this knight of the kingdom also has a lot of women's clothing and some incompetent clothes hanging on his body due to his twelve consecutive victories.

Describing women's underwear, his long sword is also tied with a pair of lace stockings.

This represents Leofric's glorious achievements and the favor he has received, as well as the tradition of Britannia.

Before the game begins, the participating knights in Britannia will go around the field and ask for "lady's favor" from noble ladies and noble ladies. If the noble ladies and noble ladies like the knight and are willing to cheer for him, they will

They will throw part of their clothes from the stands to show their support. These gifts are believed to bring good luck to the knights - in fact, this is often the case, because this is a world with real gods, magic and faith.

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Although this will cause some untouchables (referring to serfs) to talk and respond with unkind words and looks, this glorious tradition has always been retained. In some cases, an unmarried knight is obliged to marry the given person.

The unmarried lady who received his favor.

This is how Leofric Carrard's wife, Helen, the legitimate daughter of Hubald, Duke of Carcassonne, fell in love with him through this method at the last knights' meeting, and the two eventually got married.

Of course, this glorious tradition will also cause some of the most beautiful ladies to be "harassed" by a large number of knights. Occasionally, when a knight asks a lady for a gift, she no longer has the clothes to bless her, so many unmarried women

Beautiful ladies would wear veils on their faces to avoid being entangled by the knights. For example, the Lake Fairy sitting in the main stand shook her head and refused every knight's favor, which was so cold and inhumane.

But this is the lady! This is our lady! She will always be so cold and cruel. Before getting the Holy Grail, the goddess left only arrogance and indifference to her followers. Only those who have proved their virtue with victory and sacrifice

The knight could get a fleeting glimpse of her.

After going through a cycle 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 tourney will not stop because of fatigue. After a short rest, the duel resumed. With the help of their attendants, the knights of both sides mounted their horses and began to prepare for the charge.

"Forward! For Ulric, for Middenheim!" The white wolf knight on the opposite side unleashed the unique barbarity and fury of the Midden leader. He waved his war hammer, carrying countless weapons on the galloping horse.

The impact of the horse rushed towards Leofric!

"For the lady! For Brittania! For Winford!" Leofric also unleashed his fury. He raised the lance in his hand and walked face to face along the track of the Lion Ring Racecourse. The two of them faced each other.

The knights faced each other and launched a charge amidst the lightning speed and the cheers of the audience!

"Bang!" the White Wolf Knight shouted, and the warhammer in his hand fell. Leofric's lance was smashed to pieces. Upon seeing this, the kingdom knight immediately fell backwards on his horse, and the strong warhammer brushed against his

Sparks flew out of the shoulder armor, Leofric roared, and he was almost knocked off his horse.

"Yeah yeah yeah!"

"Long live Ulric!"

"The power of the White Wolf God!"

The Imperial VIPs burst into cheers, and Karl-Franz himself stood up and applauded.

"In the first round, the winner is Bernard Strobl, Captain of the 8th Company of the White Wolf Knights from the Midden Territory of the Empire!" Karad, the Grand Knight of the Holy Grail who is in charge of arbitration and serves as the referee, said loudly.

The famous Holy Grail Knight in the old world looked a little unhappy, but he still gave a fair verdict and ruled that the White Wolf Knight won.

"Second round, prepare!"

"Huh~huh~" Leofric Kalal gasped for air. He threw away the broken lance, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the mithril knight sword blessed by the prophet of the Lake God.

You only get one chance!

With the battle cry for the lady and for Ulric, the knights from both sides charged face to face again. The mixed elf war horse under Leofric also adjusted its movements to the best. It walked like flying, the sound of horse hooves was like thunder, and the kingdom

The figure of the knight turned into a blur of lightning, rolling directly towards the white wolf knight Bernard!

The White Wolf Knight can feel that the opponent's war horse is faster than his own. The Midden leader's war horse really cannot compare with the Britannia 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 war hammer flipped up and down in his hand, holding the handle of the hammer tightly with his palm. Bernard planned to give Leofric a fatal blow. His war hammer was already aimed at Leofric's shoulder armor and kicked hard.

Spurs and white wolf knights are approaching with their war hammers waving. This blow will end the knights of this kingdom!

The next second, the knight's sword held high in Leofric's hand suddenly burst out with a dazzling light! The light was so bright that the concentrated White Wolf Knight was dizzy and felt a stinging sensation in his eyes.

, he had to squint

He lowered his eyes, and at this second, Leofric slammed down with his sword. The sword hit the white wolf knight's temple head-on. The white wolf knight let out a cry of pain, fell off his horse, and fell

In the dust, there was no more sound.

"One, two, three...ten! The outcome has been decided, and the winner is Mr. Leofric Kalal, a kingdom knight from the Principality of Winford! Let us cheer for him!" Kalard checked and confirmed.

After the White Wolf Knight lost his fighting power, he immediately announced the outcome of the game.

"Yeah yeah yeah!"

"Long live the lady!"

"Britannia is the strongest!"

"Glory to the lady, victory to Brittany!"

The whole stand was filled with the cheers of the Brittanians. The deafening shouts almost overturned the roofs of many stands. The flags were shaking violently. The serfs kept shouting Leofric's name, almost to pieces.

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"Leofric! Leofric! Leofric!" This was Leofric's thirteenth consecutive victory. Duke Hubbard, who was sitting in the VIP seat, was a little proud when he saw this.

He stroked his goatee, and his daughter, Leofric's wife Helen, stood up and applauded her husband.

The winner can get all the weapons, equipment and horses of the loser - but the rules also allow the other party to pay a ransom to redeem their things. Leofric's attendant immediately took it from the black-faced White Wolf Knight attendant.

He took a bag full of gold marks and put it on a cart filled with various gold and silver treasures and trophies.

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

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

At this time, there were very few participating knights left on the entire Lion Ring racecourse. When Leofric came out again after about twenty minutes of rest to size up his next opponent, he was slightly startled.

Marius Leitdorf, the Elector of Tuscany and Grand Duke of Iverland, nicknamed the "Mad Count", was riding on his mount and nodded arrogantly towards him. He held two swords, one

The Elector's holy sword, the Mother of Destruction, was an enchanted rune sword forged by his dwarf friend. Marius' face was cold and shameless, but his tone was very polite: "You are an excellent knight."

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

"Therefore, there is still some value in defeating you." Marius continued: "It is not a shame to fail in my hands."

"???!!!" Leofric suddenly felt that he was offended, and some kind of fire deep in his heart was ignited. He threw away the lance and drew out his long sword: "Very good

!My lady will be happy to see the Elector of the Empire defeated in front of me!"

Both sides mount their horses and start the game.

Marius was different from Leofric who liked silence. The moment he mounted his horse, he shouted "For Charlemagne, for the Empire, for Karl Franz". As he charged, the Mad Count

Suddenly he made a pig noise, and he waved his swords wildly, forming an airtight defense network. Leofric and his knight sword slashed continuously, and the sword blades scraped.

The confrontation between the storm and the defensive net caused several sparks, but there was nothing that could be done about Marius's power. At the moment of the confrontation, Marius dexterously used the Mother of Destruction to block Leofric's sword blade.

The rune sword in his other hand made a fatal arc in an instant, and the blow penetrated Leofric's breastplate, creating a wound of more than 20 centimeters in 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 red.

The second round clashed again. This time, Leofric concentrated all his strength. He melted his will and strength together. He was almost crazy with excitement. The shining knight sword and the elector's holy sword clashed repeatedly.

The swarms of sparks are eye-catching
To be continued...