Chapter 704 Royal Tournament 4900-character chapter
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In the history of thousands of years, there has never been a more exciting event than the Royal Tourney. On the spectacular Lion Ring racecourse, noisy and noisy sounds resounded from every corner. People of humble origins shouted to their heart's content, and their humble voices
Overshadowed the war horses
The sound of gasping and the clash of lances, the tapping of horse hooves on the ground, the collision of shields with the tips of spears, the knights sweating and showing their glory, the smell of barbecue and cheap cider cannot cover up the smell of sweat and earth.
It's the Royal Tourney.
This is a grand celebration, and it is also a rare aristocratic activity in the life of Brittanian serfs where they can relax, entertain and participate. After the establishment of Britannia, the Lady of the Lake clearly had an oracle that allowed serfs to
Our participation in this highest-level ceremony is a rare moment of happiness in their long toilful and boring life. Sir Knight
They will ride their war horses onto the field and use their lances to strive for the highest honor for themselves. Whenever the war horses pass by each other and the light and shadow of the lances pass through the hot air, it is the climax of the game. The crowd
They will burst into cheers, each one hoping that the knight they support can win the final victory.
This is the Royal Tourney.
Like the history of the founding of Britannia, the Royal Tourney also has a history of thousands of years. This was once a way for the knights of Britannia to ensure their combat effectiveness and sense of glory while enjoying a short period of peace. However, due to this kind of tournament
The tournament provided a platform for unknown and underappreciated knights to show their strength, so it soon became the most popular event in the entire kingdom, and gradually formed the current Royal Tourney.
Although the Royal Tourney has never fallen out of favor in its long history, since the Dole Tower incident, the number of Royal Tourneys in Britannia has indeed become less and less. Today, there have been nearly two
The Royal Tourney has not been held in ten years. In fact, it is not that the King of Knights does not want to hold it, but that after the Tower of Dor incident, Britannia began to decline, and the kingdom's financial capacity was gradually unable to support such a large-scale event.
However, unlike Richard's financial constraints, Ryan has money. This new king is really rich. He took out 30,000 gold crowns in one breath, plus an appropriate subsidy from the Fairy of the Lake Church, and the material conditions
That's enough.
Historically, there have been many famous royal tournaments in Britannia. When the Principality of Artois was still alive, the Duke of Artois once arranged a marriage for his only daughter, and the winner could marry and inherit.
For the Duke of Artois, hundreds of knights beat him to death in order to marry the Duke's legitimate daughter.
The Knight King "Just" Jules once held a Royal Knights Tournament in the Principality of Winford. At the meeting, he defeated a wood elf prince. The wood elves were forced to give up a disputed territory where the Brittanians
A brand new Holy Grail Church was built.
Colorful flags were waving, and this Royal Tournament was particularly grand. Hundreds of chefs were gathered together, and all kinds of fine wines and dishes were served continuously. The Fairy of the Lake, Knight King Lane, Queen Surya, Lake God Witch Mo
Jaina and others took their seats
On the main stand, the dazzling golden Holy Grail was placed in front of the stage. Hundreds of Britannian knights were filled with excitement and madness. This was an opportunity to show themselves in front of the ladies. If they could win, it would be even better.
Can get the reward of the Holy Grail!
"My lady, do you really want to take the Holy Grail as a reward?" Ryan sat next to the Lake Fairy, with Queen Surya on his right, Morgiana sitting on the left of the Lake Fairy, and Orika.
and Sylvia stood behind them, while Veronica shamelessly moved a chair and insisted on squeezing in the main stand, so Ryan had no choice but to let her.
Theresa was not as thick-skinned as Veronica, so she followed Aurora to sit at the VIP table.
"If there is a feat worth mentioning, then why not?" The Lake Fairy sat on a high back chair in a ladylike posture very dignifiedly, slightly tilting her beautiful white legs. When Ryan asked, she smiled casually.
Said: "Occasionally, it is good to give the knights some incentives, but the Holy Grail will not be so easy to obtain. Whether the knights can get my approval depends on themselves."
It can be seen that the fairy in the lake is in a very good mood. Her light blue heels tap lightly on the wooden floor. She said rather playfully: "Anyway, neither the people from the empire nor the people from the southern country can be us."
If the Wood Elves win against the Breton knights, then great, all they will get is a gold cup, unless the champion is a Tyrell knight?"
When the Lake Fairy said this, Ryan, Sulia and Morgiana all couldn't help laughing, but Veronica didn't understand.
Today's Witch of Gloria is dressed up in a full costume. She is extremely proud that she has finally entered the top of the pyramid of human society. Veronica knows that she cannot be excluded from the topic if she wants to integrate into them, so she immediately tries to ask
: "Can you explain it? Ryan? Sister Lidya Su?"
"The knights from Tilea have won the Royal Tourney of Britannia three times." Ryan smiled and talked about this past event. The Knight King smiled helplessly: "Unfortunately, it was not an honorable victory."
Yes, the knights of the Kingdom of Tyrell in the southern country have won the Royal Tourney three times, but what they did has made the Brittanians feel contempt and disgust, from the lake fairy to the serfs.
They all hate the so-called knights in Tyrell. Even if the serfs scold these rogue knights, they will not be scolded by the knights. If they scold them well, they may be rewarded with a glass of ale and a piece of barbecue.
The first time a Tyrell rogue knight won a royal tourney was more than six hundred years ago, during the reign of the third-generation knight king Guillaume "The White Death". In the tourney, a team of Tyrells
The knights joined the tourney, and then defeated the Brittanian knights in a lance charge, and proudly took away the prize, which shocked everyone.
Afterwards, the Brittanians discovered that the lances ordered by these rogue knights were about 30 centimeters longer than the normal standard lances! In such a competition, the Brittanian knights would certainly not be able to win the cavalry.
Gun duel!
The second time Tyrell's rogue knights won the Royal Tourney was in a final. Two knights dueled for several rounds. As a result, the Brittanian knight suddenly had muscle twitches during the duel, foamed at the mouth, and was killed.
After being knocked down, it was the Tyrells who took away the prize again. They firmly denied that they poisoned the weapons and kindly suggested to the Brittanians that your knight was sick and should go to Thalia Sanatorium for treatment.
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The third time, when the rogue knights of Tyrell participated in the tourney again, the Brittanians had learned the lesson. They inspected the weapons of the Tyrells and set strict rules of the game. When both sides
When the knight was preparing to enter the game, a Tilean noble lady rushed out of the crowd excitedly and gave the Brittanian knight a passionate kiss. Out of chivalry and vanity, the knight did not refuse.
As a result, not long after the game started, the Brittanian knights were blue-faced and confused. They were easily defeated and died of poisoning afterwards. The defeated Brittanians were forced to withdraw from the army attacking Tilea as agreed.
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Likewise, the Tilean people refused to admit that the noble lady's lips were poisoned afterwards.
"You can't trust an Imperial unless the other person is a Tyrell."
-Brittanian proverb
"Well, it turns out that the Tyrells are so shameless." After hearing this, Veronica felt that she really had nothing to say, but the Tyrells did not have any spirit of contract. What they liked most was cheating, and
Due to Tilea's chaotic political situation and the fact that it has never been unified, both the principality's court and the courts in Tilea are extremely unstable.
Local protectionism and populism are prevalent in this country, which makes no sense. The judgments of local courts cannot guarantee fairness, and it is extremely easy to be kidnapped by populism. In order to run for city-state princes, nobles often make random promises, and they will wait until they are elected anyway. This leads to
Tyrell's political situation is almost permanently in chaos without pressure from external enemies.
"Theresa just doesn't want to come up?" Ryan instead became concerned about the sorceress.
"Teresa said she wanted to be with Aurora." Sulia shook her head. The female knight wore a crown and was dressed in pearls. She was extremely beautiful: "She said she didn't want to be special."
"Oh, what a rigid and proud little princess. This kind of opportunity only comes a few times in a lifetime." Veronica immediately sarcastically said: "How many opportunities does a witch have in a lifetime to sit with the King of Knights and the Lady of the Lake to watch the game?
?Many impossible things can be done. In this case, maybe with a few words or a deal, the matter can be solved. If she keeps putting on airs like this all her life, then she..."
"Okay, Veronica, watch the game." Ryan knew that Veronica was going to mock Teresa again and quickly motioned for her to shut up.
The maelstrom in the backyard and the fight between dragons and dragons. Ryan vaguely knew that no one of the women was convinced by the other. He could only pretend not to know about many things. However, they had reached a consensus in uniting and externally. Ryan could only let it go. He had to do it.
His purpose is to consolidate the authority of Sulia’s wife, and he can’t control anything else.
On the other side, in the VIP seats, the Imperial Emperor Karl Franz and others were also sitting in the stands. At this time, the Brittanian Knights, the Imperial Knights and the Wood Elf Riders had already entered the venue one after another. The Emperor was very interested.
Looking at the grand scene in the arena, he said to Marius sitting next to him: "I remember that this kind of knightly competition was introduced to the empire many years ago."
"Yes, many years ago." Elector Marius said with disdain: "But the national conditions of the empire are like this. Unlike the supervision of the Lady of the Lake Church and the encouragement of the Lady of the Lake on the other side of the mountain, this kind of competition in our empire started
All are good, but after holding several or more than a dozen sessions, no matter where you start,
No matter how good you are, it ended up being a place where a group of noble children brush up their qualifications and compete for family heritage. The champion is often decided before the game even starts, except for your Royal Reik Guards Tournament, which is personally supervised by the emperor.
Apart from daring to make false claims, everything else is the same."
"Ah? Hehehe~" Marius told the truth so directly that all the electors in the empire were a little embarrassed. They all laughed and wanted to drop the topic.
"No! Yurik will not allow this to happen, Marius, you are talking nonsense!" Elector Boris stared at his one eye and said dissatisfiedly.
As soon as he finished speaking, an imperial knight was knocked off his horse by a knight from the Kingdom of Britannia with a lance. He rolled several times on the turf and fainted.
"FNNDP! Middenheim never holds a tournament. You choose the White Wolf Knight from among your own people who have the purest blood and the most enemies killed. Do you think I don't know?" Elector and Tara of Talabheim
Helmut Ferhaba, the Grand Duke of Beckland, immediately retorted: "Shit, it's really embarrassing."
"You can do it!" Boris retorted: "Don't you claim that your dark sword skills are very powerful?"
"He? His is not dark swordsmanship at all, his is slow swordsmanship." Elector Wolfen and Grand Duke of Osterland Wamir complained: "We all know that Helmut's most important skill is
The source of his combat power is his crotch, and his half-gryphon mount can fight more than he does."
"Ahem, the weather has turned cold these days and I'm not feeling very well. Let's forget it this time." Sure enough, Elector Helmut knew that he was not strong enough. He coughed twice: "By the way, have you noticed?
?His Majesty King Lane, he is surrounded by women, and our Majesty Karl, is surrounded by a bunch of stinky men. It’s so weird, I was shocked. This new king is really happy. Isn’t he busy every day?
Yue Jin?"
"Hahahahaha~" A burst of laughter came from the VIP seats on the empire's side. The emperor and the electors discovered that this was really the case. Karl Franz also smiled at Emilia: "Emmanuel
Li, do you want to go up and join them?"
"Why don't you go to a duel with Ryan, my majesty?" Emilia replied angrily: "My majesty, haven't you noticed? All the knights of the empire are about to be eliminated!"
Everyone who was joking now realized that indeed, the Imperial Knights were losing one after another and were about to be eliminated all before their eyes. Although the strength of the Imperial Knights was indeed not as good as that of the Knights of Britannia, and the Emperor's face was not good either.
nice.
"Everyone, tell me, if an imperial man wins the Royal Tourney in Britannia, will the Lady of the Lake grant him the power of the Holy Grail?" At this time, Elector Marius spoke, with the crazy count's expression.
It's like seeing your favorite prey: "I can't help but want to see the reaction of the lady in the lake."
"Marius... you want to play?" Karl-Franz immediately realized Marius's plan.
"Why not?" Marius smiled: "Except for the Knight of the Holy Grail, I am not afraid of anyone. Today I am going to experience the strength of the knight on the other side of the mountain!"
After saying that, without waiting for everyone's reaction, Marius Leitdorf, the Elector of Tuscany and the Grand Duke of Iverland, drew out his Elector's holy sword, the Mother of Destruction. He sneered and motioned to his attendants to take his
The mount is an imperial warhorse named Daisy Kurt von Helding II.
He is ready to play in person.
On the other side, at the VIP table in Britannia, the Dukes also saw this scene. Francois said to Bohemond: "Look, the crazy count of the empire is going to play. The knight we sent
Maybe not his match."
"No! The glory of the Holy Grail belongs only to us Brittanians! We will never allow the Empire to win the Holy Grail!" Bohemond seemed to have been touched by some sensitive nerve: "Never allow it! Attendant, come to me.
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"No, Bohemond, you can't go on the field!" Kingdom Regent Lawn said quickly: "As Holy Grail Knights, we already have the power and glory of the Holy Grail. In terms of the spirit of chivalry, we can no longer go off the field to compete for the Holy Grail. We
We can't rob what we have already obtained, this is not chivalry!"
"What should we do?" Bochmond asked Francois subconsciously, wanting to know his opinion.
"The empire sends an elector, so we will also send a duke. The duke who is not a Holy Grail Knight will be enough." Francois said lightly: "As for the candidate..."
"Leave it to me!" Duke Bordero, the chosen champion of Poseidon Mannann, Duke Bodrick stood up, his eyes were full of fanaticism and piety, and the Holy Grail he longed for was already close at hand.
: "Let me meet the mad count of the empire!"
After saying that, before everyone could agree, the old Duke, who was over ninety years old, directly took the Poseidon Trident from his subordinates and prepared to die!
At the same time, at the Elven Seat, Teclis was stationed with Lilith's Staff of the Moon. He noticed that legendary lords from both the Empire and Britannia were about to compete for the Holy Grail. Upon seeing this, the Supreme Mage faced him.
Alalos said: "Islay not going to play?"
"I am not fit to end the game, unless Ryan personally ends the game." Alaros shook his head. He stared blankly at the fairy in the lake who was joking with Ryan in the main stand in the distance. The wood elf's divinely chosen champion wore a dazzling green light.
Wearing an antler helmet, his face gradually became firm: "But we will take the Holy Grail and give it to Lilith... Estes!"
"Here!" A wood elf prince walked to the front from behind, his face covered in oil paint and resin was full of unruly and wild power.