They huddled together, metal armor grinding against each other with a screeching sound. The Hall family's full-body armor is the most sophisticated of them all, and it is the only one that causes damage to others, and it will never be harmed. However, the advantage of the quality of the armor was not enough for him to gain room to move, let alone raise his hands and legs, and it was difficult to even move his fingers.

There was constant sound of calamity and cheering from the audience. "Scoundrel!" and "Shame on you!" shouted one after another. Uss's face turned red with rage, and she stood in the stands and yelled angrily. If it weren't for so many bishops watching, she would have liked to throw a few magic spells down and help Feige get out of trouble.

"Looks like someone overheard my method and used it. A slight smile appeared on Gresham's lips, and he said to Princela, who was leaning beside him: "Feige is very good, but there is nothing he can do in such a situation. In this way, failure will make him restrain his pride, and understand that one person's cleverness cannot stand against the combined power of many. ”

"If you hadn't said the idea, he would have won today. Princela sighed: "However, even if you didn't say it at the time, someone would definitely think of a countermeasure." I've heard nuns say that there are a lot of spiked shoes out there that can crack greasy techniques, is that true?"

"Almost everyone in a solo duel tournament has a pair. Gresham nodded: "Spiked shoes are very expensive, twenty gold coins a pair, and the price is almost more than the matching boots of the whole body armor." Because it is expensive, the contestants of the melee will come up with this idea together in order to save money. Eliminate Feige first, won't you have to buy shoes?"

"They should have bought a lesson for twenty gold coins. Prisla looked at the battlefield and patted the back of her fiancé's hand. "It's unfair that they eavesdropped on your methods and saved their own money, but they didn't thank you!"

"Hahaha, as long as it works!" Gresham was very happy. Although it wasn't by himself, he used the method he came up with, which was equivalent to defeating Feige by himself, which was a good feeling.

"You see, the servant who raised the flag for Feige is so pitiful. He tried to get closer, but was pushed out. Oops, the flags are down!"

Princela exclaimed, but Gresham was unimpressed. On the venue of the jousting tournament, it is only supposed to show the glory of the goddess. The family crests, knights' insignia, and mercenary emblems should be hidden. Whether it is wearing a cloak or covering it with a luminous emblem on the family crest, strictly speaking, it is a sign of disrespect. It's just that the cardinal implemented the goddess's magnanimous spirit and didn't pursue it.

The flag had no family or holy coat of arms on it, and the place mentioned was the Icepeak Fortress, one of the many castles of the Holy Crusher in the Sunset Mountains. As a result, this "advertisement" just got into the loopholes of rules and customs, and was put into the venue. If the cardinal's decision-making process could have been faster, he might have been able to keep "Learn Magic, Ice Peak Fortress to find Feiqi" out of the finals. But now, the flag is squeezed down, and it is no longer an eyesore.

The flagpole was broken, the flag fell into the dust, and several attempts by the flag guards to squeeze into the crowd failed. So he picked up the flag and walked to the edge of the field with a look of loss on his face under the sympathetic gaze of everyone. Here, he can stand alone, away from strife and opponents.

A shrill horn sounded to announce the start of the game, and the hearts of the spectators immediately rose to their throats. Just as a few of the competitors who were also going to compete in the solo joust were about to make a secret move, breaking Feige's arm and knocking him out of both events, a shout suddenly erupted.

"I admit defeat, I surrender!"

The sound came from the burnt yellow helmet, a little muffled, but everyone heard it. Just when some people were hesitating whether to continue the "black hand" operation, another shout rang out: "Oh, you want to hack him behind your back, why do you move me!"

The sudden shouts were immediately answered: "Someone is hacking!" "Leave! Leave!" "Don't get in my way, take your hand away!"

"United" collectives are most likely to fall into chaos when they suddenly lose their goals, and if they are deliberately guided, they will spread faster. The melee contest turned into a complete melee, where everyone was huddled together, so it was only possible to attack all enemies in all directions at the same time.

At this time, it is very difficult to try to describe the scene of the sudden outbreak at that time, and it can only be summed up in one sentence: the scene is extremely bloody. Although there was not really blood spilled out, there were many cases of fractures and dislocations after a heavy fall. In just half a minute, more than half of the people had already fallen, and the rest continued to fight each other. The sounds of wailing, shouting, scolding and provocation came and went, and even suppressed the cheers of the audience at one point. In a few moments, sweat and blood oozed from the cracks in the armor, and several fell to the ground with white foam and yellow urine.

The ladies were frightened, some were already hiding their faces and crying, some were so panicked that they forgot to cry. Princela was also pale, but she felt that as a noble lady, she had to show her proper demeanor at all times. She crossed her hands on her knees, trying to control her breathing, not letting the short, heavy gasps tear through the skirt on her chest. Even when she was most nervous, she only stomped on her toes a few times before she forced back the exclamation. "Is this what the battlefield looks like?"

Gresham smiled approvingly when he saw Princela's performance. He reached over and covered his fiancée's hand, comforting softly, "Don't worry dear, it's just a chaotic battle down there." I command disciplined paladins, and we charge in neat, dense formations, as we do with the enemies we crush. ”

"But there are knights down there...... I'm scared. If one day you find yourself in a similar situation...... Oh, I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry. ”

"Rest assured, I have the blessing of the goddess, and I have you praying for me, so when I hold the sword, it should be my enemy who feels fear and worry. Gresham pointed to the field, "Look, the man with the blue scarf on the outside of his armor. I knew him, it was Knight of Corris, from the Red River Valley. He's good at swordsmanship, you see he's already defeated seven people, and if I'm down there, I'll do him and defeat all the enemies and win. ”

"Do you think he'll win, then I'm optimistic about him!" Princela suddenly felt particularly safe and happy.

While they were talking sweetly, the situation in the arena became clear. The Knight of Corris, who is in a blue scarf, is agile and full of stamina. He used very efficient sword attacks and defenses, short and powerful movements, and a lively and crisp rhythm, defeating one opponent after another, causing cheers and cheers. He attracted attention, and also attracted the same flanking attack from three opponents.

A few rounds later, he still got the trio out of the box, only with a minor injury to his thigh. When he looked around the arena, there were only four opponents left, and none of them knew a knight. So he raised his sword and greeted the audience, as if to declare his victory.

One of the opponents applauded.

Applause means that both hands are unarmed, which is equivalent to "not worrying". However, when the person who applauded was the one who raised the flag for Feige, it was a different story. "That's good, I thought there would be more people left!

While saying strange things, the man rubbed his hands on his face. Soon, he peeled off a layer of sticky stuff that was a mixture of leather glue, batter and paint, and revealed his true face.

"Feige!" Knight Corris was taken aback, "Why are you here?!Who's in the armor?"

"It's the servant who carries the armor for me, and the flag is mine today. Feige continued to tear hard, and it turned out that there was a whole thick layer of viscous rubber under the chainmail shirt, covering the skin on his neck, chest, belly, and back, changing color and texture to form a perfect camouflage.

He moves like a snake molting, and this disguise is made by Shani. Feige thought that maybe Shanny's snake hair would also molt, and she had seen too much - after all, there were hundreds of snakes - and she had learned this method.

"Ah, it's finally easy. This layer of leather armor is basically breathable, it's too embarrassing!" Feige stretched out naked, sweat making his skin shiny and reflective, like a freshly cleaned statue. He moved his fingers and wrists, and then said, "There are only four opponents left, you guys go together!"

"Why didn't you get rid of you early? How did you hide until now?"

"yes, you didn't say I forgot!" Feige raised his hand, and the banner floated in front of him, unfurling and hovering. He took a small brush from the pocket of his trousers, and out of nowhere, he conjured the ink, and wrote on the flag. Soon, the flag, which was a headache and a sore tooth, fluttered over the arena again, with one more line of words:

"The Partial Mirage Hidden Magic Spell is as follows: ......"

"Crack the spell as follows: ......"

Except for a few wails and the sound of the medical priest dragging the wounded, it was silent in the venue, and it was similar in the audience. Occasionally, a few unknown spectators shouted, "What are you doing, let's fight!" and were quickly reminded by the people around them and fell silent. The priests and paladins of the VIP section were still sitting, at least their bodies not moving, their mouths whispering and exchanging information. Soon, not only Feige and the Frozen Fortress, but even the four spells on the banner began to be discussed.

"Half of our magic runes, half of them are Creator and other runes...... This magic is interesting, could it have come from divine magic?"

"But why is it called magic? What does this magic word mean?"

"If you look at it again, he's going to have to use this so-called magic again. ”

However, Feige did not use magic immediately after, but first recited the magic spell. He first used the Piety Protection Divine Technique to create a translucent shield that emitted holy white light around him, then summoned three magical lightning balls to levitate around him, and finally he displayed the double rune magic seal "Divine Grace" to give himself a little luck in the next battle. When he used the meditation technique of the Eagle School and assumed the battle-ready pose that Monster Hunters were accustomed to, all the priests of the Church had to admit that he was definitely an excellent warrior under the command of the Goddess.

Feige's whole set of actions is all deliberate, just to show that he is a user of magic and has not fallen for the invention and use of magic spells, which is completely different from those who have been written into the silver seal spell book. The Truth Thunder Church is not an ignorant and brutal organization, but it also has a certain level of bureaucracy and mutual suppression within it. Feige didn't want his magic to be whipped in three days, so he took the opportunity of the jousting tournament to show off in public. He can cast magic and magic at the same time, which means that the goddess at least has no opinion. Whoever wants to use magic to fix Feiqi will not believe it unless they first produce tangible evidence of Feiqi's depravity.

Feige casts spells and moves. He raised his right hand in the air, unambiguously displayed the magic spell, and then used greasy spells to create slippery terrain. He then picked up a spear from the ground, used it as a spear and sword, and used it to display the skills of the Eagle School, and began to charge like a true warrior.

There were cheers from the sidelines, only Tron covered his eyes. "Fortunately, the instructor is not here, otherwise he would have beaten us up when he saw such a sparse spear and swordsmanship......

"Whatever it is, just win!" said Uss, who had been replaced by tears in the ecstasy of the present, and happiness sweetened. "Rush!Rush!Defeat them\{*o*}/!"

Feige first eliminated three opponents. In order to save money on spikes, they joined the crowded team to kill Feige early, so they were helpless in the face of the greasy technique. Keeping the Corris Knights at the end was something that Feige deliberately did, defeating a Knights to win the title, and that title would be even more undisputed.

"It's just the two of us. Fitch took the long stick and took the initiative to come to a clearing free of obstacles and greasy spells, and made an inviting gesture. "I'm right here. Get ready to snatch the championship from me!"

"No shame!" Knight Corris roared, but obediently borrowed spikes from the eliminated man next to him and put them on. The contestants who had fallen to the ground but had not yet left cheered him on in unison, "Knock out Feige", "Defeat him", "Defeat that bad seed!" The shouts made Knight Corris blush, as if he was on the same side as those who had been eliminated.

"Spikes do prevent falls, and you're well worth the money. Feige smiled and said to the knight who was saluting with his sword across from him. He returned the salute with a priest's prayer gesture, then held the stick in his left hand, his right hand still with greasy spell spells, the same spell runes as on the advertising banner. "It's a pity that the gap between us is not a spell, not a magic spell, but a ...... Brains!"

Feeling bad, Corris rushed forward first, the spikes under his feet solid and stable, so that the strength of his whole body could be solid and stable - but his heart was still hanging, and it was at the highest when Feige made a spell casting gesture.

"Greasy...... Your weapon!" Feige laughed, then swung his stick. His martial arts were mundane to Corris, and he only needed to swing his sword to block and then take advantage of the situation to win. But after parrying, the sword was gone.

His hands were full of slippery feelings, and the power of his whole body was broken at the most critical palm position, and it could not be transmitted to the weapon. Just as the sword slid away, Feige attacked. Weapons versus no weapons, long weapons versus fists that can't be clenched, and light naked versus heavy plate armor have smoothed out the gap in training and martial arts. Feige seized the opportunity with a quick striking, poking hard at the back of the knight's knee.

As a result, there was only one person left standing on the field. He held aloft the emblem, held his weapon aloft, held aloft the glittering magic matrix, and shouted the holy name of the goddess, the banner of advertising flying high behind him.

Feige Magic, go down to the city first.

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