The knight at the head is called Mad Godland! Eight feet tall, he stands almost as tall and stout as a fifty-year-old tree.

His great-grandfather had participated in the famous siege of Paris organized by the Danish chief Siegfred, which is why, unlike the rest of his Norman compatriots, he had a badge engraved with the arm holding a broken arrow, which was the symbol of his family.

Raised in the glory of his ancestors, and following under the command of Duke Richard, the knights of Godland beat the cowardly Franks to the brash on more than one occasion, in his words: "The sissies who only meet under the skirts of women, are not worthy of the title of knights, and they wield their spears even more neatly than they wield swords." ”

He wielded his exaggerated horned axe, the blood of the last hapless man had not yet dried up, and he was waiting for a new sacrificer.

The knight standing to his left was no less to be reckoned with, and although he seemed to be dying, he had in fact more than once been on the battlefield teaching young men who dared to despise him.

The nickname of the Flower Destroyer is famous throughout the northwestern part of France, of course, not only because of his special love for young girls, but also because the knight of Loras is over half a hundred years old but still full of energy, and can use weapons flexibly with both hands and left hands, which is also the magic weapon of his repeated victories.

The knight standing on the right wears a copper-buttoned blindfold, a charming hooked nose and distinctive black curls, making it difficult for him not to be remembered at first glance.

The Wagner Knight, the Falconer, was the offspring of his amorous father who followed his leader down the Dnieper River to the other side of the Black Sea to trade with the Saracens.

He inherited the charming facial contours from his mother, which once moved the entire Normandy woman, but before the scar of his left eye was taken away by a certain knife soul and fell into an unhealable scar, his weapons were meteor hammers and short swords, one long and one short, one far and one near, a traditional Saracen-like combination, the armor made of stainless steel on his body, which strictly protected every weak part from harm, and the whole person stood there, exuding a cold murderous aura.

"See our must-win combination in Normandy? Don't you think it's a cruel thing to duel face-to-face with such an opponent? ”

Duke Richard beckoned to me arrogantly: "I really can't bear to see the scene of a lion ravaging a little sheep, although I love to conquer, but bullying is not the character of a naturally strong person, I am more eager for a just challenge of the same equivalent level, the collision of muscles and muscles." ”

I listened to him quietly, put down the meat knife, and asked deliberately as if I didn't care, "What did you just say to me?" Your Excellency Duke? I beg my pardon for not having seen the world since I was a child, and the lamb that the Count of Baudouin entertained was a rare delicacy in the world, which made me so indulged in a feast that I did not hear your teachings, and could I repeat it if it was convenient? Also, I don't like muscle, it doesn't taste chewy. ”

Duke Richard was so angry that his face was red and white for a while, as if he had accidentally swallowed half a pound of cow dung, and he was stuck in his throat and couldn't get up or down, and Count Baudouin secretly squeezed his eyes at me, and it seemed that he didn't like this proud neighbor very much.

Now the smell of gunpowder between Nijmegen and Normandy can be smelled even by fools, and everyone chooses a neutral sensibility to protect themselves before the situation is clear, at most a superficial compliment to Duke Richard, but there are also some smart people who can see the inner doorway, at least the hosts do not want the arrogant Normans to win the game.

The three of Kohler huddled together in a defensive formation, the two shields were impenetrable to protect the bull in front, and the spears were placed in the gaps in the shields to prevent the enemy from approaching too closely.

The Normans apparently did not expect their opponents in the final to form in a heap like a wive, and to stand there in a shield array like a turtle with a shrunken head, as if victory had been carried into their pockets.

The three of them acted separately, standing in Kohler's three different directions and slowly circling around, looking for the most suitable time to attack and the flaws in the cut, with Kohler's shout, the three of them changed the formation again, slightly loosened, each facing an enemy, but the bull was still the core of the attack.

The Wagner Knight of the Falconry was the first to move, only to see him throw out the high-speed rotating meteor hammer, and then pounced on it with lightning speed, moving as fast as an attacking eagle, which could only allow people to catch the afterimage of the wind.

The meteor hammer smashed into Kohler's shield, and the strong force shook him back two steps before he could stabilize his position, and the corners of Wagner's knight's mouth curved into an imperceptible arc, which was exactly the chance he was looking forward to winning with one blow, taking the other party's life, which was already a sure thing in his opinion.

But his calculation failed, and just as the short sword was about to cut into the flaw of Kohler's shield, the bull on the side shouted, slashed the axe against his tricky sword path, and struck his backhand outward, easily defusing the attack, and Kohler took the opportunity to return the shield to protect the bull's side.

The knight of Loras attacked Hans, and the two long swords were lifted lightly in his hands, like two cunning snakes, and as soon as they were hit by the shield, they immediately changed directions, and slid to the edge with the strength of Hans's outward resistance, and the sharp blades reflected the cold light of deadly danger.

"Ping!"

The crisp sound of metal clashing informed the Knight of the failure of his plan, and the bull reappeared on Hans's flank, using a powerful battle axe to open the sword of Knight Loras, and then Hans quickly stepped back to the side, dodging the blade on the other side, and the three men merged back to back, and the shield once again took a defensive stance.

Normandy's killer mad demon Grande finally moved, everyone in the audience subconsciously held their breath, as if they were afraid that a trace of their emotional fluctuations would miss the wonderful shots that would be rare to see again in their lifetime, and various versions of the legend of the mad demon have long become familiar after-dinner conversations, and they finally have the opportunity to see it with their own eyes, and they will not miss it in vain because of such a trivial matter as blinking and panting.

The attack of the Grande knight was simplified, and he directly pulled out the mountain with a single move, with the powerful power of destroying the sky and the earth like the ancient god of war, so that the opponent did not even have a chance to question it, and the air was torn open a crack, and the sun hid in the clouds in gray, and no longer dared to compete with the killing god of the world.

"Hey!"

Kohler gave a loud order, and he and Hans put their shields together, caught Knight Grande's great axe, and held it against his back with a spear, unloading the excess force to the ground and cushioning the pressure on his arm.

The Loras Knight and the Wagner Knight on both sides of the opportunistic movement fired their bows left and right at the same time, attacking the exposed backs of the three Kohlers, and the bull turned around and clashed left and right to resist the whirlwind dash of the two, and the strange angle of the shot.

"Your knight is finished, two fists are invincible to four hands, how can one person withstand the attack of two people!"

Duke Richard smugly made a choke-locking gesture at me, and poked out his tongue exaggeratedly, like a hanged man.

"Farewell, Lord Count Nijmegen, thank you for playing a supporting role for my victory, and how can I thank you."

I glanced at his disgusting face, pointed at the dusty battlefield in the middle of the field, and said word by word, "Not necessarily, you see that we have launched a counterattack." ”

As if to cooperate with my answer, Khloe gave the order again: "Open!" ”

I saw two people open their shields and stab their spears at the same time, startling the Grande Knight to hurriedly withdraw the tomahawk defense, and then accompanied by Kohler's continuous "Open!" Combine! Open! Combine! The spear and shield were perfectly combined, and the Grande Knight was powerless.

attack, facing a tightly closed shield array!

Defense, the two spears are always stabbed from different directions!

He could only barely protect his lower plate from harm.

The bull behind him slowly couldn't control his shot, and the combined attack of the two excellent knights made him show fatigue in a panic, and the arm holding the axe trembled slightly.

The knight of Loras and the knight of Wagner looked at each other, and pounced on each other in tacit understanding, one of them set up the bull's battle axe, and the other did not hesitate to roll out the long sword in his hand when the other flashed his chest.

Say it's too late, then it's too soon! Khloe suddenly turned from the front, and the spear came out of his hand, burrowing straight into the knight of Loras's lower abdomen, the softest part of a man's body, unguarded by his overconfident attack.

"Poof!"

The sound of the tip of the spear smashing the chain mail and cutting through the skin was very clear in the quiet arena, and the flower destroyer's face darkened, and his brows were painfully tangled, he finally admitted that he was old, defeated at the hands of a more agile young man, covered his wounds and staggered out of the battle group under the cover of his comrades, his face was full of heroic unwillingness and loneliness.

"Oh!"

Only then did the audience come to their senses, burst into cheers like a heat wave, and sighed at the wonderful offensive and defensive rounds in the blink of an eye, and they all praised the trip.

"Wonderful! It's so exciting! The Count of Baudouin couldn't help but get up when he saw the excitement, and applauded loudly, and then deliberately stared at Duke Richard with an embarrassed face, and explained apologetically:

"I'm really sorry, Lord Duke, I didn't despise the idea of your knights, I just applauded the facts, please forgive me."

"This is a knight's tournament in Flanders, whatever you wish, Lord Earl."

Duke Richard gritted his teeth like a dumb man, but he had to pretend to be open-minded, but the armrests of the seat were not so lucky, and the wood was crushed by his iron pincer-like palms.

(End of chapter)