"It doesn't matter. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" replied the young man.

Still unsure, the man asked, "Really, Thomas?"

The young man with short light brown hair, delicate facial features, and extremely thin lips showed an impatient expression, and replied in an accentuated voice: "As he said, there are no rules that are not allowed, even Tom will say the same thing." ”

Desmond looked at Gerald, who was moving towards the middle, and smiling, struck the axe, welcomed him, and wished him good luck.

Thomas repeated the question: "A valid attack is considered to be passed, and Desmond won't stop attacking until you shout to give up, is there any problem?"

Gerard's hand clenched and released several times, then released and clenched. He took a deep breath and tried to answer loudly, "No!"

As soon as he finished answering, Gerald glanced at Arthur and said with disgust, "I don't need you to point fingers. ”

Arthur pouted and shrugged his shoulders, but did not speak.

Thomas asked again, "What weapon do you choose?"

Gerald drew his sword and replied, "I use my own sword." ”

It was an inferior sword, and anyone who knew the sword could see that it was a cheap sword that was placed at the bottom of the weapon shop. But this inferior sword, and a suit of clothing, had exhausted all of Gerald's family's savings.

Gerald breathed hard, his eyes fixed on Desmond, and leaned forward slightly, ready.

When Thomas said "start", Desmond smiled and raised his axe, which quickly attacked.

Despite not having any experience in fighting, Gerald avoided attacks with his focus, youthful dexterity, and a little luck, but he was still shocked by Desmond's power, and he deeply realized that watching others fight against each other was completely different from experiencing it himself, and the momentum, wind pressure, and heavy force of the axe when it came were greatly beyond Gerald's expectations, and his already nervous heart became flustered and overwhelmed.

He stiffly told himself to be calm, to be focused, never to be nervous, and if Bucktooth Billy and that skinny boy Brown could do it, then how could I not do it!

Gerald had always believed that he was different from others, that he was better than the peasants in the village who only knew how to repeat the lives of their predecessors, only knew how to farm and have children.

With this belief, Gerald struggled to swing his sword and attack.

However, Desmond's axe was faster and more powerful than his sword.

He felt his faith shaken when Gerald frustrated himself with his sword to avoid falling to the slush in order to avoid the attack.

Amid the laughter, laughter, and boos of the crowd, Gerald breathed heavily, clenched his sword in both hands, and straightened up little by little.

He didn't understand why Desmond was as fat as a ball, but as nimble as a worm flying in the wind, his several attacks had failed, he couldn't think of an effective way to attack, he felt his vision blur, the smiling Desmond ghosted, the teasing laughter and shouts in his ears turned into a vague murmur, and then into a stinging roar.

"I can't be worse than you...... I'm different from you...... I'm different from you! I'm going to protect the village!"

Gerald suddenly shouted, raising his sword with all his strength and attacking Desmond.

Desmond's axe had come sooner.

"Don't attack!

Arthur's shout came suddenly, and Gerald was stunned, and his body subconsciously made corresponding movements, and the axe blade grazed Gerald's body, and the attack missed.

Desmond had thought that his blow would solve the other party, after all, when the opponent lost his mind, it was when the flaws were exposed.

He twisted his round head and said to Arthur, "Didn't you say you wouldn't give orders?"

Arthur raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "It was my mistake." ”

Desmond pursed his sausage mouth, "What kind of mistake is this?"

Seeing that Desmond's attention was on Arthur, Gerald, who reacted, suddenly attacked, but Desmond easily raised his axe to block it.

Although he had not been in the group for a long time, Desmond was already able to defend himself against attacks with his eyes, just like the rest of the group.

When the other party does not look at him, the attack is still ineffective, and another cycle of death is entered, and Gerald's belief collapses.

He knew that if it hadn't been for Arthur's instructions just now, he would have been lying on the ground by now.

"Damn, why are you there!?" Gerald gripped the hilt of his sword, biting his lip hard, and slowly turned his head to look at Arthur.

His eyes changed from fierce and hateful to other emotions.

Arthur knew that it was an extremely unwilling, pleading look.

If it weren't for the phrase "I want to protect the village", Arthur wouldn't have intervened.

But there is no way, seeing this masochistic look of help, it is too late to regret it.

Arthur sighed, and after a few seconds he shouted again: "Speed up! The opponent is several times stronger than yours!"

Gerald felt angry and pained, but when he heard Arthur's shout, he felt that he could pass the test, and the clear sense of steadiness in his heart increased his anger and pain, so that even if he succeeded in slashing Desmond according to Arthur's instructions, he did not have any joy in his heart.

Gerald listened to the cheers of the crowd and looked at Arthur and thought, "It's fine if I don't have you."

There was no one else in front of them, and finally, someone pushed Arthur into the arena.

But Arthur fends way the man who pushes him.

Under the gaze of everyone, he walked around the boundary drawn by the dirt, walked up to Thomas, and said to him: "I am not here to join the group, so I will not fight, I want to see the golden lion." ”

The crowd fell silent, and soon erupted in cries that were different from what they had never heard before.

Thomas's surprised expression was fleeting, and he told Arthur, "If you want to go up the mountain, you have to win against Desmond, there is no other choice." ”

His tone was calm and relaxed, but like the content of his words, there was no possibility of change.

Arthur was a little angry.

He thinks that the members of the Golden Lion Regiment he has met so far are unreasonable. He thought that if the Golden Lions had the strength to be unreasonable, then maybe they could.

Witt sensed something and wanted to persuade Arthur not to be impulsive, but as soon as he walked to Arthur's side, before he could speak, Arthur suddenly approached Desmond's side, and an elbow hit Desmond's side of the neck, Desmond's eyes darkened, and his face still maintained a smiling expression, and his heavy body fell to the ground instantly.

The crowd's cries changed again, and soon fell silent.

Arthur had a calm face and said coldly: "Desmond won't be able to get up for a while, you are considered a leader?

The man next to Thomas was about to rush out, but was stopped by Thomas.

Thomas frowned and said, "The golden lion is not something that anyone can see if they want to. ”

"I know. Arthur replied, "But the guy sitting in the chair over there said that I will use my strength to speak here, and I will use my strength to meet the golden lion, and this should be in accordance with your rules, shouldn't it?"