"What happened just now? You can lose to him, why is it so ugly?" the elf conversed in his own language, and the others couldn't detect any information even if they listened with their ears pricked up.

"I don't know. The soles of my feet suddenly slippery and it was even harder to maintain my balance than if I were standing on ice, so I fell. The newly defeated elf touched the swollen bag on his forehead as he tried to remember the situation. "It was so fast, I didn't react. But one thing I know for sure: it wasn't me who crashed into it, but he hit me on the head with his shield. ”

"Are you sure?"

The elf nodded. At this time, the elves began to ponder another possibility of the battle just now: everything was planned by Feige. They boast that their body's reaction speed is higher than that of humans, so at the moment when the elves can't react and can't grasp their balance, how can a human give the body an attack command with a faster reaction speed? If Feiqi takes the initiative to shield the attack, it means that he has probably already planned a way to deal with it, and is waiting for the elves to rush up with an unbalanced balance!

"This chief staff member is weird, don't go up and fight him, just observe it secretly. A pale green-haired elf said, "The more capable he is, the better it will be for the lord." And our plan was to lose only one game to him, and it's still in the plan. ”

The abrupt opening disappointed the audience, but the battle that followed didn't interest much either. There are many people who are not trained to use the sword as if it were a chopping axe, and they think they are majestic, but in the eyes of connoisseurs they are nothing more than rookies pecking at each other. The standard posture of these people is about this: the head is thrown back to dodge far away, the hands are stretched forward to try to reach the opponent, and they think they can hook the opponent with a kick, but most of the time they can only stagger and lose their balance. It was only when they really lost their balance and sat on the ground with their butts on their butts and the audience erupted in applause and laughter that they really woke up from their dreams.

Of course, there are also those who can't wake up from their dreams.

Errol from Matambu was a very strong fellow who smashed his opponent's helmet with a stick. The priests of the Church rushed forward as fast as they could, casting healing magic. But the fragments of the helmet pierced the skull, and the wound was so severe that it caused the first death in the jousting tournament.

Prisla screamed in fear, covering her eyes with her hands, but still peeking through her fingers. "What will happen to him? Is this a victory?"

"Oh, that's going to be seen as a failure, you see he's got a white paint on him. Gresham first explained to his fiancée, and then said to the attendant beside him, "Go and ask him how he is, if you want to come to Saddle Collar to work for me." ”

"That's a murderer, do you want it too?" asked Princela.

"He has a lot of strength, and it's not easy to break an iron helmet with a wooden stick and do that kind of damage. Gresham thought for a moment and added, "Do you think he needs to be disciplined? Just like the Burning Horse, he should be able to control himself with discipline and the teachings of the goddess, so that he can serve better." ”

"Then I get it. If only he could complete his knightly training, learn etiquette, and then be your bodyguard. With so much strength from him, I can rest assured of your safety. Princela said with a smile. Suddenly, her eyes widened, she tugged at Gresham's arm and pointed to the entrance to the VIP stands: "Who's that?

The slightly burnt yellow armor is a characteristic of the House of Hall, and is sometimes easier to identify than their banners. Lord Andrew Hall, who was gradually walking into the stands, was dressed like this. The delicate patterns, the angular but rounded armor components, and the radiant talismans of divine protection were the only ones that the Templars could afford to equip with such a level of excellent equipment. He placed his helmet in his left hand, and the red feathered helmet swayed in the wind, forming an interesting match with the gray-blue cloak.

However, all this is less noticeable than the lady he pulls with his right hand. The goose-yellow dress is embellished with emerald chest buckles, wrapping the youthful and beautiful body. A pair of bright dark green eyes looked to the left and right smartly, and greeted everyone present politely. Her long pale brown hair was draped lazily over her shoulders, guarding her swan-like slender white neck. She would be the most glamorous of any ball, but for now she consciously hides behind her fiancé and willingly acts as a foil.

"Lord Andrew Hall, it's a pleasure to meet you, I didn't expect you to come too. Of course, it was a surprise to meet the future Mrs. Hall. Gresham went forward with Princela, and it was in this situation that the two couples, who were about to be married, met. "This is Princela, my favorite. I think the ladies must have a lot to talk about, and I hope you can become good friends. ”

"Thank you. Andrew responded with the same courtesy, and then explained the reason for his visit: "She could hear the commotion from afar from the Château of the Holy Three, and she clamored to come and see it. As it happens, I know that the elves have also signed up for the competition, so I came over to see it. ”

"Didn't you come to see Feiqi?"

"Of all the people present, I guess I saw him the most, and I didn't have any curiosity. Andrew rubbed his hands together and sat down with Gresham. The two ladies sat next to each other and did not disturb their conversation. "What happened in the venue, how did someone carry it down?"

Gresham observed Andrew, a hint of anxiety in his eyes, a look of his search, and a look of relief. "Someone just missed and killed the opponent. It's a shame that the pastors couldn't save it. ”

"It's a pity. Andrew had already found Feige's figure, and it was very reassuring to see that he was still reading like an idler, and to make sure that he was not injured. "Did you come to see it from the beginning?"

"yes. Princela would love to come here. It was too boring for her to stay in the cardinal. Gresham smiled slightly: "Forget it, I won't hang your appetite." Feige has already played a round, and the opponent is an elf. Guess what?"

"Feige wins, or elf loses. It was like Andrew was talking nonsense, but Gresham could make out the difference. "Gifts are still exchanged, and I won't hang your appetite anymore. There are a lot of rumors out there, which seem to want me to have a conflict with you and fight. Those things were not my intention, and they had nothing to do with me. ”

Gresham nodded, but said, "I know it's not about you, but I can't say anything. They're busy with theirs, I'm going to be busy with mine, and the marriage has taken a lot of my energy. I think you're very relaxed, and you still have time to care about the elves. Did those pointy-eared ones come to you?"

"Nope. The elves interpret the goddess beliefs differently than we do, and I don't want to get too close to them. However, to say that you are not curious is false. Aside from the fight with Feige, have they ever fought seriously, and how are their martial arts?"

"It's fast, likes to dodge, and barely blocks. This can take advantage of a large one-on-one field, but it's another thing on the battlefield. But then again, bows and arrows can't be used here, so the elves are also greatly affected. All in all, it's a lot of fun to watch, but it's not a big deal. Why, do you think you're going to have a conflict with the elves?"

"I hope not, but my hopes don't necessarily come true. Andrew snorted suddenly, then stared at the corner of the field and whispered "interesting".

Gresham looked over and saw a big man come up to Feich. His body was like a small mountain, his massive shoulders blocking out the sun, at least the books on Feige's knees.

"What are you secretly writing, are you cursing us?" said the strong man, "Grandma said that there are evil witches in the forest, and when they know your name, they will write it in a book, and then cast a curse and steal their brains. Are you a witch?"

"No, I am the priest of the Goddess of Truth Thunder. Feige closed the spellbook and stood up. He found that the top of his head could barely reach the other person's shoulder, and the width was even more disadvantaged. "Anything else?"

"I want to fight you. I've got one win and one more to go to the second round, so I'm coming to you. You look easier to deal with. ”

"Actually, I'm the toughest one to deal with, and you're going to lose. Fei Qi looked at the iron armor on his body, shook his head and said, "This opportunity is quite rare, let's go find someone else to fight." ”

"No, I'll look for you. I think you're pretty good at dealing with it. ”

Having said that, Feige can't shirk it anymore. The two of them spoke to the bell man, and then when the first three groups were finished, they climbed over the rope and entered the field.

"My name is Feiqi, what's your name?"

"I will not say, lest thou curse me. ”

"Uh, well, I'll call you Big Bear for now. You're like a big bear. ”

Not only was the bear tall and muscular, but he also chose a tough spear as a weapon, increasing his attack range. Although the spear does not have sharp pinnacles in the game, when the strength is strong enough and the speed is fast enough, it can stab people to death without a spear head.

The two men stood on the left and right, nodded to each other, and then the battle began. The Big Bear did not go on a rampage, but kept approaching Fitch in an arc, appearing very cautious. This type of circular attack is common in many predominantly hunting societies, after all, most prey have flanks and weaknesses on the back.

But Feige had no such weakness, and he took it very seriously as soon as he entered the fight. The magic matrix quickly combined a greasy spell that affected the state of the ground, and the Great Bear immediately fell into the same trouble as the elves.

"You've cursed!" the Great Bear reacted more accurately than the elf—though he just happened to get it right. With the left foot to the left and the right foot to the right, the bear also pounces forward. However, he reflexively thrust the spear down, and suddenly plunged about half a meter into the sand, and then relied on its support without falling.

He still couldn't stand up, so he could only lean himself against the spear, and his feet kept slipping on the ground as if they were greased. Everyone gathered around with a "whoa", and even the elves huddled with them. Everyone is talking, there are many speculations and opinions, but there is no longer any such thing as "elves release water, Feige weak chickens" in these ideas.

"I'm going to be able to stand up!" the bear stomped his foot hard, tiptoe into the dirt. Feige could only move the surface sand of the ground to make it greasy, and the spells of deep alteration were too complex to be applied quickly in combat. However, the advantage of a mage is that he has many means.

He revealed the magic matrix, no longer hiding the light of the runes. Just four seconds later, a fiery snake flew out of his palm and ignited the spear that supported the bear. "I could curse you with fire, but that's not necessary, fire isn't fun. Surrender, you can't stand up now, there's no need to fight. Save your energy and there's the next one. ”

The bear tried a few more times, and it was possible to stand up with his feet stuck in the dirt, but as soon as he moved, he would fall again. In desperation, he motioned to throw in the towel.

"That's a spell, and we're supposed to be jousting, right?" the group began to slow down and talk.