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However, Gianna didn't have time to celebrate this joy, so she left Dalaran, and even used a teleportation spell to teleport directly to the manor of the Minahir royal family.

Gianna, who has already missed a few matches in Alsace, doesn't want to miss out on her favorite in the final.

When Gianna stood by the fence of the stands, the sound around the racecourse almost made her dizzy, and what made her heart beat even faster was the heroic knight who rode out of the gate that slowly opened on the south side of the racecourse.

A solid-colored white horse, which is rare to see in ten thousand, is all snow-white from top to bottom, not the light gray that people usually say when talking about white horses.

The tall and majestic horses slowly stepped into the inner circle of the racecourse, and the noisy spectators let out a deafening cheer in unison, but the horse was not in the least frightened by the sound.

Unlike those who stuffed cotton balls in the ears of the horses in order to make them more obedient, Gianna knew that the mount didn't need to do the same.

Because its name is "Invincible", because its owner is the most courageous knight of Lordaeron.

The snow-white war horses neighed, and the high-pitched voice was naturally drowned out in the noisy noise over the racecourse, but the majestic posture of jumping hooves and necks was deeply engraved in the hearts of every audience.

"Arthas!

Gradually, the jumble of shouts converged into one word, the name of the knight on horseback.

The cheers grew louder when the knight on horseback pushed the visor from his helmet to the top, revealing his handsome face.

The golden hair tucked in by the helmet peeked out from the lower part of the armor, a face that always had a smile like the sun, and a body that was thick and muscular, but not lost its slender beauty, under the silver armor.

Handsome and resolute, gentle and majestic, this man who was the favor of creation was his prince Arthas Minehir, who was widely respected and loved by the people of Lordaeron.

Arthas held a large grey lance in his left hand, and he was wearing silver plate armor with the Lordaeron insignia embroidered with a double-headed eagle on his chest.

Gently knocking his horse's belly with his riding boots, Arthas rode his mount and circled around the spot slightly, smiling at the cheering spectators.

Of course, most viewers can't see the smile on Arthas's face, only someone like Gianna who can use spells to enhance his eyesight, but this is almost equivalent to cheating.

After greeting the crowd, Arthas raised his rifle and pointed its round, blunt tip pointed high into the sky.

At this moment, the majesty of being a prince was manifested, and although no one deliberately stopped it, in a short time the noise in the horse farm gradually faded away.

Almost every viewer kept their mouths shut, knowing that their Royal Highness the Prince had something to say.

"As we all know, today's game is already the final of the competition. Hundreds of brilliant samurai have brought you wonderful duels during these days of competition. ”

"I'm honored to be here and to be part of the final battle of this event, and I'm glad to hear your cheers, it's a testament to my strength. ”

"But at the same time, I must remind you that my opponent, like me, is here after winning a real duel. ”

"So, I hope that you will dedicate your cheers to another warrior today......"

The estate's horse farm is so large that even if the spectators were quiet, Alsace's voice had to be loud enough for his voice to be heard in every corner of the farm.

Luckily, Arthas's voice was loud enough, otherwise Gianna would have had to use spells to enhance her hearing again.

After a long opening remark in one breath, Arthas paused slightly, then raised his voice significantly.

"Tyran Ferding from Fireplace Valley!"

Arthas swung his spear down and shouted.

"Tyran!

Arthas seemed to be very good at stirring up the crowd, and under his guidance, the audience began to cheer loudly the name of the other knight who was present today.

On the opposite side of Alsace, at the northern end of the horse farm, a knight wearing black armor, wrapped in a black cloak, and riding a black war horse had already lifted his black visor.

As with Arthas's previous actions, he raised his rifle in his hand and greeted the crowd, even though not long ago they had barely reacted to his arrival.

But there was nothing unbalanced about Tyran, on the contrary, he was happy to see it.

Tyran Fording knew that the reason why His Royal Highness Prince Arthas had received such a warm welcome was not just because of his illustrious status.

In addition to their superb martial arts and unrivaled strength, more importantly, the warriors who had fought against Arthas were almost unscathed, except for one who fell from his horse and was slightly injured.

Don't take the lethality of Arthas's rifle lightly by looking at its round-headed head, which is the standard weapon of the Royal Guard of Lordaeron, just like the plate armor worn by Arthas.

When the cavalry charged, the pointed spear was easy to be broken, and this round-headed long robbery had no less impact than a rushing chariot.

Because the rules of the tournament are the same as on the battlefield, many of the samurai who participated in the tournament were injured, and there have been cases of accidental deaths in the past.

Against this background, the opponents of His Royal Highness the Prince of Arthas, while losing, were not harmed, which has to be said to be a miracle.

As one of the warriors who participated in the competition, Tyran Fording was always a spectator of Alsace matches in addition to his own matches.

Tyran Fording knew that none of this could be explained by a "miracle", and he could clearly feel the protection of his opponent by His Royal Highness the Prince of Arthas.

This made Tyran Furding both admired and gratified.

The eldest son of Tirio Fortin, Lord of the Hearthvale Valley, Tyran Fordin, the future owner of Mardenhold Castle, still remembers why his ancestors were loyal to the Minehir family in the first place.

It was the benevolent blood that flowed in Arthas's body that infected the ancestor of Tyran Fordin, and caused him to bend his proud back.

"Your Royal Highness, Prince Arthas, may the Holy Light bless you. ”

Without much superfluous action, Tyran Ferding rode up to Arthas, then bowed slightly.

The audience on the sidelines saw that the duel was about to begin, and became a little noisy again.

Arthas, however, heard Tyran Fording clearly.

Interestingly, Tyran Fording actually prayed to the Light for his opponent's victory before the duel.

This is not only because Arthas will become his lord, but also because of the respect he has for this prince who is a few years younger than himself.

"May the Light bless us all, Tyran. ”

Arthas bowed in return, then pulled down his visor.

Tyran Fording did the same, and the two knights skilfully turned their horses' heads back to where they had first stood.

There was no need for any referee, and there was no need for any instructions, and in the next moment, the two war horses galloped vigorously under the urging of the knight on their backs.

Invincible is undoubtedly a good horse, and it rushed out like a white lightning bolt.

However, Tyran Fording's mount is no less than "invincible", as fast as a black sand snake that has spotted its prey.

The duel between the knights on horseback was simple and swift, and to the chorus of exclamations from the spectators, Arthas and Tyran Ferding passed each other, ending the first of their contests