Part Two: The Human World Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Birth of a Hero
The tournament has officially begun, and the noisy and lively atmosphere is enough to make even the dullest worm on the roadside tree excited.
The hero in the hearts of the common people and the favorite to win the championship, Knight Rodhart, used his superb swordsmanship and skill to fight through all the opponents, winning every time with extraordinary grace and ease. His extraordinary momentum and demeanor made the already roaring cheers even more intense.
It was Tsunami Shanhu. Completely in line with the wishes of the people, he successfully entered the finals.
A mighty procession arrived at the square, and the already crowded crowd immediately made way for a spacious passage. The door of an extremely luxurious carriage in the middle opened, and everyone in the square knelt down to greet Bishop Ronis.
and the current Emperor, His Majesty Geffenhart XVII.
There are also many royal officials and ministers who came together. This kind of semi-civilian activity will put the emperor in a good mood. It is not a bad thing to accompany him, not to mention that this is the time to please your majesty. And the prime minister is the closest to your majesty.
Time is naturally mixed in with it.
"Isn't Duke Mrak here?" the prime minister looked around and asked.
"I haven't seen anyone in the past few days. He must be busy with official duties. If we are really planning to change the coach this time, he will most likely replace General Sanders. It is also necessary to prepare early now. But this guy
I missed an opportunity to please His Majesty. It can be said to be foolhardy, haha." A minister of the Erni family replied. "But it would be great if Strong can win the championship this time and have a chance to enter the military. We
There’s no need to rely too much on that guy Mrak.”
Wealthy nobles all believe in the saying that blood is thicker than water. If possible, they would like all the positions and power they can obtain to be controlled by blood relatives. Even people like Duke Mrak who have to unite must use marriage.
In this way, the blood of his family flows in the blood vessels of his descendants, and through this way, he becomes one of his own. It seems that this kind of connection in the body is the only thing left in the world that can build trust.
and the basis of unity.
The Prime Minister frowned and nodded slightly. Duke Mrak has always been known for his good temper, popularity, and ability to do things but does not like to play political tricks. However, the Prime Minister has always disliked this kind-hearted guy who seems to be easy to use. Although he really can't see it
No matter how he was playing some conspiracy or deliberately doing any tricks, but probably out of the intuition of a Machiavellian, he always felt that there was something wrong with this guy. Moreover, this person who now actually bears the noble title of Duke actually
He came from a very humble background, but relied on some ability and seemingly good luck to reach his current position. Although he is now his own person, he is not worthy of too much trust and dependence.
It is said that this knight named Rodhart has some relationship with the Duke, but the country guy seems to be too focused on official duties and does not have a good grasp of this talent, otherwise he would not be bribed so easily. This
It is really a risky move to bribe this person for the first time. It would not be a joke if the news spread and the military guys got hold of it. As the central force of the empire, the Holy Knights must not have any ambiguity in the election. If
It would be troublesome to be accused of corruption and corruption that shakes the foundation of the empire. The key is that the current situation has to lead the army to such a dangerous situation. A man suddenly appeared out of nowhere and squeezed out his son's position as a priest. The West
Once a war breaks out, it will be a great opportunity to build military merit as political capital, which is the key to the outcome of this political struggle. So I had to take the risk and find an opportunity to negotiate with the knight. Fortunately, the result was still
Very satisfied.
His Majesty the Emperor, the Bishop, and Captain Roland took their seats, and the princes and ministers also took their seats one after another, and the final officially began.
The first one to appear was the Strong Knight. His strong muscles were exposed outside the armor, and his arrogant expression seemed to be the territory of those muscles even on his face. Even with the condom in his hand, he was holding a handle that was lethal.
A huge sword. This shape is really rare among knights.
In addition to the applause of some ministers, this player was greeted by boos from the people around him. This evil young man from a noble family has a bad reputation among the people of the royal capital. In the past few years, he did some random things.
In the past few years, it was probably because of today's selection meeting that I have restrained myself. I have stayed at home and hired many teachers to provide special training in various aspects. This time I am bound to win the championship.
Hearing the boos, Knight Strong glanced at the countless crowds around him with an angry look, and roared lowly. He was a typical simple-minded guy, probably because all his essence was used in that one muscle.
Then the hero named Rodhart came on stage. He had flaxen curly hair and a handsome face that made him look less majestic, but the slight lack of majestic appearance made him look more
His friendly, calm demeanor and eyes that seem to show strength and resoluteness complement his masculinity. He always has that kind of friendly and beautiful smile on his face. He really looks like the person in every teenager's heart.
Idol, Prince Charming, the dream lover in the hearts of girls. He is dressed in very simple clothes, with a light leather armor on the outside. He has the image of a civilian warrior. It seems that he does not pay attention to the opponent's attacks at all. In fact,
He has indeed not been hit by any opponent since the beginning of the game.
Thunderous cheers and applause were given to this hero in the hearts of the masses.
Rodhart's handsomeness made Strong's arrogance seem to be specially created to set off. Strong stared at him fiercely, unable to immediately rush over and chop the beautiful knight to pieces. Although he knew
This will be an opponent who will lose to him in the game, but now he has the feeling of failure, which makes his murderous intention obvious.
Ant people.
When the prime minister heard such cheers, he cursed in his heart with disdain. These insignificant lower-class people wallowed in self-righteousness at the bottom of society, unwilling to be controlled by power but unable to fight for and resist, so they
I believe in heroes who can fight against power, geniuses who can resist the social mechanism. But they don’t know that everything in this society is determined by the upper-level forces that control the power, including beliefs, passions, and lifestyles.
Even this hero who brought together their dreams already had the power to arrange everything behind the scenes. In this world, those in power are the only real heroes.
"Well, this knight looks really good. He is very handsome and good-looking." His Majesty the Emperor actually expressed a strong interest. "I also heard that he once broke into an orc's lair alone and not only rescued Mu
Princess Lark also killed thousands of those savage orcs, killing none of them. It was so powerful. It’s true that a hero comes from a young age. And I heard that she was born as a commoner. It’s amazing, amazing.” After talking about it, His Majesty the Emperor’s face
It actually seemed a little strange, as if he was a little jealous.
Geffenhart XVII is twenty years old this year. He has a soft and feminine face that fully illustrates his character. He still believes in and likes this kind of hero who has soared to the sky. This is not a person suitable for controlling a country.
The comfortable and peaceful royal life made his mentality no different from that of ordinary young people, even more naive and superficial. When he was young, there was a story that he once sneaked out of the palace and wanted to travel with a circus.
And it is said that a few nights ago, he secretly went to a casino in the royal capital to play, and even caused some trouble.
His origin and situation beyond his control forced him to take the position of king of this country, but he was not interested in these. He only liked to indulge in the fun of some gadgets, and regarded politics and military affairs as a kind of disaster.
He was so burdened that he hurriedly left it to the prime minister who was very enthusiastic to solve his problems. That's why the Erni family was in a situation where the court was in trouble. If it weren't for the military faction in the court,
The old loyal ministers and the Holy Knights are protecting the Geffenhardt family, and he, the emperor, has long abdicated.
"Your Majesty is wise. Since Your Majesty has determined that this is a talent, I will make a bet that this young man will win. For ten gold coins, who will dare to answer the question?" the prime minister said without losing any opportunity.
He looked at the ministers around him and said.
No one took the bet, the military ignored him, and his colleagues knew he was playing a trick.
"That Knight Strong seems to be your nephew. Even his own uncle doesn't think highly of him. It's really pitiful. So, let me cheer for him. I'll bet on him to win, ten gold coins.
."His Majesty the Emperor is very sympathetic.
"Then I will thank Your Majesty for the gift on his behalf. I hope His Majesty's great blessings will bring him good luck."
"Haha, I remember that when I bet with Aiqing, my luck is always very good." His Majesty the Emperor smiled innocently.
With the sound of the gong, the game officially began. People in the surrounding stands and on the ground began to roar Rodhart's name. In this huge roar of support, Rodhart began to gain the upper hand within a few seconds.
Asa sighed. He really didn't want to see this great hope turn into a huge disappointment. He wanted to go back, but turned around and saw a short man with a big head struggling in the crowd, and squeezed into a person sitting on the short floor.
The person on the wall pulled his feet and said, "Give me your seat."
The person who held this good position obviously refused to give up his privileges. He stared and said, "Why?"
"Because you want this." The dwarf waved a silver coin on his stubby fingers. The man immediately succumbed to this really powerful argument, jumped down from the low wall and respectfully threw himself
The throne is offered.
There are few dwarfs with that kind of aura, and there are absolutely no other dwarfs with such a big head and such an unpleasant voice. Asa squeezed over and greeted him: "Hello, Lord Borugan."
"Mr. Special Envoy, what a coincidence. Have you come back from that damn orc city?" I haven't seen him for two months, and the magistrate of Brakada is still the same. He jumped up the low wall very dexterously and skillfully.
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"I am no longer a special envoy, just call me Asa." Asa walked under the low wall. "I was about to go back, but I didn't expect to meet you here."
"Why go back? Isn't that friend of yours on the stage? Don't you want to see him win the championship?"
Asa smiled bitterly and said: "Unfortunately, I bet that he will not win the championship."
"No?" Mr. Polugan's eyebrows furrowed again. "I think he should win the championship no matter what, so let's bet a few small coins. Anyway, I bet on him there."
"I don't want to win your money," Asa said.
"It's a pity that I really want to win your money." The former Bracada magistrate grinned, revealing his neat yellow teeth.
On the stage, Rodhart was attacking Strong with a round of intensive sword attacks, leaving Strong to defend himself. If Strong had not cast several blessing spells on himself at the beginning, this speed would have allowed him to lie down now.
The magician hired with a high salary finally succeeded in instilling several basic magics into his mind under the huge financial motivation. I have to admit that this is an amazing achievement.
Rodhart does not have this kind of treatment. He does not use any auxiliary magic, but the tsunami of cheers and cheers around him completely make up for this shortcoming. It seems that every attack he makes carries the support of his supporters.
Wish, making it very difficult for the opponent to cover. But Strong's skills are indeed quite strong. With the help of these magics, even if he really confronts Rodhart, he may not really have a full chance of winning.
The similarity in strength between the two made this indeed seem like an all-out exciting match. Even Asa couldn't see any flaws in every move and move of the two. He had to admit that Rodhart didn't.
He just has the talent of a knight and the potential of an actor.
There was a slight flaw in Strong's defense, and Rodhart risked being hit by the giant sword and kicked him in the face. Amidst the thundering cheers, the muscular knight turned into a rolling gourd, and he
When I got up, my nosebleeds were already coming out together with the fierce light in my eyes.
The combination of embarrassment and pain made Strong roar wildly, and he swung the giant sword at Rodhart like crazy. There was no doubt that he was fighting to the death, and the air flow from the swing of the giant sword even
It made the faces of the audience hurt. However, Rodhart still maintained his calmness during this crazy attack, dodging forward and backward in a moderate manner, and slowly retreated to the left side of the ring. Everyone could see it.
Unless he was conserving his energy, such a crazy attack would never last long. As long as he waited for the opponent's attack to weaken, he would immediately launch a counterattack. But Asa knew that such a counterattack would fail due to an accident.
.
This was really a good show. The wise and brave knight successfully angered his opponent, causing him to lose his mind and attack crazily regardless of his physical strength. But just when he was about to counterattack, his body suddenly lost control slightly, and he was unfortunately killed.
He was hit, suffered some slight injuries and was defeated. It was later discovered that a piece of wood on the floor was loose. The knight would naturally lose his balance if he stepped on it, but there was nothing he could do about it. After all, the outcome of the game could not be determined.
After the change, everyone can only lament that this hero has such bad luck.
Asa began to think that Rodhart had the talent to write novels or screenplays.
Rodhart had already retreated to the edge of the ring amid the cold sword wind. Even an outsider could see that Strong's physical strength was beginning to show signs of exhaustion. The hero's much-anticipated winning counterattack was about to begin.
But at this exciting moment, the hero's body suddenly tilted slightly and lost his balance. Naturally, the vicious opponent would not let go of such a good opportunity, and the giant sword picked up a gust of wind and struck him in the middle. Everyone in the audience
There was a chorus of exclamations.
Asa was shocked. Although the giant sword was covered with a protective sheath, such a powerful attack could break bones or even kill someone. This was no longer a prearranged act. The opponent in anger really wanted to
Rodhart's life. He is too far away from the ring now, and there are too many intermediaries. Even if he wants to stop him, it is too late.
But completely beyond his expectation, Rodhart's waist suddenly softened, and his entire upper body bent backwards, forming an arc. His upper body had been suspended out of the ring, while his feet were still on the ring.
That fatal sword just grazed his abdomen.
Looking at this, Strong was determined to win, but the sword that his opponent fell down was dodged. This was not the same as what was planned in advance. He couldn't react for a moment and was stunned.
However, Rodhart took this opportunity and jumped up. The hilt of the sword hit his opponent's face hard with a muffled sound. Strong rolled back again. But when he covered his bleeding body again,
When Xi stood up, Rodhart's sword was already on his neck. The winner was decided.
"My dear, you have good luck today. You finally beat me once." His Majesty the Emperor smiled and looked at the winner next to him. The Prime Minister's face was pale, and this sudden luck made him shocked and angry.
"The winner of this knight selection is--Knight Rodhart." The official announced the result in a dramatic tone with a long voice.
With cheers and applause, Rodhart withdrew the sword placed on Strong's thick neck. With the grace of a victor, he performed a standard knightly etiquette for the loser, and then turned to face the emperor.
His Majesty and His Holiness the Bishop knelt down and saluted in the stands.
Strong was still stunned like a stone statue. The surprise, the anger of failure, and the humiliation all crowded into his mind, making his already not very sensitive mind even more confused, and he couldn't figure out what was going on.
But when he saw his opponent salute to him as if he was demonstrating, and smiled triumphantly, and then turned around and showed his back to himself in a arrogant way, his resentment and hostility were completely aroused, and he raised the giant sword and pointed at him.
He stabbed him in the back. Everyone in the stands and under the ring screamed.
Naturally, a hero would never be knocked down by such a sneak attack from behind. Rodhart dodged the sword sideways, and struck Strong in the face with an elbow that seemed to be a last resort in self-defense.
Jonker let out a loud roar like a wild boar, which could not cover up the crisp sound of broken bones. He flew backwards and lay motionless on the ring.
The Prime Minister stood up with a pale face. However, his autonomy and rationality were obviously much higher than that of his nephew, and he slowly sat down again. His Majesty the Emperor frowned and shook his head slowly: "We lost.
Forget it, how could it be like this? It’s really unknightly.”
"Your Majesty is right. This not only violates the basic spirit of chivalry, but also proves the filth of this person's mind. I think such a person who lacks the most basic morality is definitely not suitable to join the glorious and important order of the Holy Knights.
Group." Captain Roland, who was next to the emperor, said coldly. The first swordsman in the empire had a rather thin face, as if he was just a scholar who devoted himself to learning. Only occasionally there would be a flash of light in his eyes.
However, his gray hair and beard make him look much older than his actual age. "I now declare that he is disqualified from entering the Order of the Holy Knights."
The prime minister was trembling slightly all over. If he failed to steal the chicken, he would still lose a lot of rice. Moreover, if this guy grabbed the handle and raked it upside down, even the rice vat would be broken.
Asa felt that his eardrums were about to be shattered by the cheers around him. Master Borugan unceremoniously grabbed a few silver coins from his hand and shouted loudly to drown out his duck voice: "I
I don’t know why you think your friend will lose.”