Feige didn't see Princela on the viewing platform, but even if he did, he probably wouldn't recognize it. The previous memories were scattered and very fragmented, and he only knew that his life was unsightly, but he couldn't do it if he wanted to see it. Not to mention the good nights spent with the ladies for him, he couldn't even remember the alchemy potion to abolish the heir of the Grand Duke.

Right now, only the battle that is about to start can take his attention off the book.

"Come forward and sign up for the points scuffle, you guys have to start the race before everyone else. "A man with a high hat and two strings of bells on his wrist stood on a high platform and shouted three times at the contestants with a huge voice. "Pick your own opponents, everyone has to play three games, win to get the brand, lose to paint. Two cards will advance to the next round, and each brand will have a bonus of hardware coins, but there will be no prize for those who are eliminated by three paints. Now, if you want to do the first game, come forward!"

If you go up later, you can prepare more, at least you can see how others fight, and you can learn some skills and experience yourself. No one spoke for a while, everyone looked at each other, squeezing their eyebrows. "Up, I'm optimistic about you!" "You're okay, go ahead!" "You've been strengthened......"

Feige raised his hand, "I'll do it." I've got a game over there. ”

The crowd made way for him to watch the fool come to the stage wearing only a thin armored coat. "The thickest thing on his body is actually the book in his hand, what's the use of that?"

"Look at the quality of the clothes, I guess it's the son of which family, because he had to come because of a bet with the girl, and then lose as soon as possible, as long as there is an explanation. If you can mix in a few wounds that are not very important, and then pretend to be pitiful, maybe ......"

"Wow, you have a good idea, do you have any plans to write a story?"

", that's not making money!"

Feige walked over to the man with the bell, "Feige Icepeak, priest, monster hunter, and magician. ”

"Fee...... Feige, oh, here, I found your column. Well, the physiognomy is also right. Do you have an appointment with an opponent?"

"Nope. Feige shook his head: "I don't have a personal grudge to settle in the tournament, I'm purely here to win." ”

His words caused a small burst of laughter. Although this time the contest can only use the "safety weapon" provided by the Sect, even if it is not cut and the edges are wrapped in cloth, there is still a danger. Feige doesn't look like a strong man, and he doesn't have strong armor on him, so he's at a disadvantage in this game. Immediately, several people saw that there was an advantage to be taken advantage of, and raised their hands high, hoping to fight him.

True knights and skilled warriors are not ready to strike when they hear the name. They either know Feige's identity and don't feel the need to contradict Andrew Hall, or they don't bother to take advantage of it. Instead, a few elves discussed it and elected a representative.

"I'll do it. A pale green-haired elf squeezed to the front: "I want to move my muscles." ”

"It's the elves, let him go!" a group of people shouted, "Let the elves get on!"

"Okay, the first game, by Fitch of Ice Peak Fortress, against ...... How do you pronounce that name?"

"It doesn't matter, you humans have a hard time pronouncing it. The elf straightened her hair, coiled it at the back of her head, and stepped into the rope fence.

The venue for the one-on-one jousting is a fifteen-meter square area, slightly above the surrounding ground, on which a thin layer of yellow sand is laid evenly. Feige and Elf stood diagonally and waited for the loud-voiced bellman to complete the lengthy introduction. Today is the first round of the game, and the commoners who are lucky have not been eliminated, so there are not many things to see, so the bishops of the Church have no chance. Otherwise, there will be a part of the crowd praying before, which will be even more troublesome.

"It seems to be Fitch Hall. Princela felt that she could no longer pretend not to see and not to know. She leaned lightly against her fiancé's stiff shoulder armor and grabbed his gleaming silver arm. She didn't dare to shake his hand, for fear of being found wet by him. "He's changed so much that I don't even recognize him. ”

"He's changed a lot. There was no emotion in Gresham's tone. "If I hadn't seen him at Ice Peak Fortress before, I would have had a hard time telling him apart. ”

"You've seen him, I haven't heard you talk about it. He's been exiled to the Sunset Mountains, isn't he?"

"Whether it was because of exile or not happens to be the most difficult question to answer. Gresham thought of another Hall, the Hall who had become a lord. "One thing is for sure, he's no longer the Fitch Hale he used to be, but He's become Fitch Icepeak, a monster hunter. Princela, who do you think will win?"

"It's supposed to be an elf. ”

"Is it because the elves are stronger, or because you think Feige is weaker?"

"Feige is weaker. Can he dance a sword? I've never heard of anything like that. Look at that elf, who is agile and well-equipped, and looks better than him. ”

"But this one Feige will win, and the elves will let him win. Gresham patted the back of his fiancée's hand and grabbed it all over. "Feige is playing for the elven lord of Didlet, so the elves will give him a victory. The elves are proud, and they don't think they can lose, so it doesn't hurt to give away a victory to that 'own person'. ”

"So, the elves also think that Feige is weak?"

"The Monster Hunters of Icepeak Fortress are only a threat when they are at distance and with a crossbow in hand, neither of which are available on this field. Gresham patiently explained: "Without a bladed weapon, heavy armor, greater strength, longer reach, and better balance would determine victory or defeat – none of these four things he had." I can even guess what the elves are thinking: give Feige a win and see if he can beat an easy opponent and make it to the second round. As long as he doesn't get eliminated in the first round like the untrained civilians, that's a good idea. ”

"Oh, I see, it's really complicated. Princela closed her mouth and watched in silence at the bell-men bouncing around the field. He was livening up the atmosphere and telling jokes, but Princela didn't think it was funny. The Bell Man isn't really a Joker, and Feige isn't really a loser. She suddenly realizes that her fiancé has ignored a question: how could Feige deliberately lose?

"Now, both sides can greet each other and start the joust!"

It's finally begun. Fitch slung the mace to his waist, shield in one hand, and reached forward in the other, walking towards the elf. The elf tapped his eyelids with his index and middle fingers, then flicked them to Feige's side, greeting them in their own way. After that, he reached out and shook Fitch's hand gently—human etiquette.

"Feige, a magician. Feige went out of his way to say more.

"Magician, strange word, I guess it's a synonym for spellcaster?" the elf pointed to Feige's wrist and said, "Aren't you a priest?"

"Yes, of course. "Feige doesn't deny being a priest. "But it's a mage fighting you right now. ”

"It doesn't matter, you're not a fighter anyway. The elf took a few steps back, about five meters away. He swept the scimitar provided by the playing field and played a few laps in the air. "Alas, let's start as soon as possible and end as soon as possible. ”

"That's what I thought, too. Feige raised his shield, then nodded.

"Your mace is still ...... Forget it, it doesn't matter. The elf sighed and charged at Feige in small steps. This scene is too difficult to play, the other party does not have a mace, how can he lose? Do you want to hit your head on the shield and pretend to be stunned?

Feige took a step back, and many laughed. "He asked to be the first to play, so he could lose early and get out early, right?" "So cowardly? Frightened, right? That's an elf and a fake knife, not a man-eating beast." ”

Five meters was close, and the elves were agile, and Feige only had time to take a second step back. He hid most of his body behind his shield, but the posture was amateurish, and even those with a little combat training could see several flaws. However, even if you have combat experience, you have zero knowledge of magic. Feige hid his right hand behind his shield and silently recited the incantation.

The sand on the ground suddenly became very slippery, like a banana peel. The elven warrior slipped under his feet, and his long-term battle instinct made him react immediately, and his lithe body tried to regain his balance. He can jump from tree branch to tree branch, he can fly from ship to ship, and he won't fall even if the ground under his feet keeps shaking!

Pity.

The sandy ground now has a magician in command.

Earth Elemental and Terrain Alteration, a spell project that Feige recently completed, can make the ground slippery, or increase friction to prevent slipping. Not only that, but Feige can control the direction in which the ground slips, such as sliding to the right when the elf's right leg lands on the ground, and to the left when the left leg lands.

The earth of nature does not have such a strange situation in any case.

Elves are slender and agile, but they are not mollusks after all, and they can also split. When Feige separates the elven warrior's legs, no amount of martial arts can protect the vital point. There was only a muffled "boom" sound, and the elf's head slammed into Feige's shield. Her beautiful pale blonde hair was spread out, covering the swelling on her forehead. The elf tried to grab the shield to regain his balance, but the ground beneath his feet suddenly slipped backwards.

He fell headlong to the ground, prostrate in front of Feige.

"I should have won, right?" Feige picked off his mace and shook it at the back of the elf's head. Obviously, if you hit it on the battlefield with a mace, your life will be gone, and of course the winner will be decided. The crowd booed, very dissatisfied with the battle. Especially when the elf was helped up, and looked at the soles of his shoes with a face full of doubts, that kind of stupid expression made everyone feel that they had been seriously deceived.

"Nothing sticky?" he walked back to where he was, the sand was still the same sand, dry and tough, yellow but far from a banana peel.

"Wow...... Get down the elves, don't get in the way!" The coaxing grew louder and louder, "It's fake, it's fake! Are the elves fools?"

One was a white paint painted on the armor on his chest, and the other hurriedly received a winning sign. He decided to take a break for two rounds and see how others played.

And then pit the next one.