Count Gerbo smiled reluctantly, with a slightly helpless smile, stepped forward and picked up the iron gloves on the ground, and said with a wry smile: "William, Earl of Genie. Morality. Crepon, I accept your duel! ”

"Let's get started! The sword in my hand is already hungry and thirsty, and I want to drink the blood of you vile and shameless man at once! "William. Morality. With a swing of his sword, Crepon laughed confidently and urged.

"Get out of the way, and give them two horses and two sets of weapons and armor that can be used." Duke Andrew commanded left and right.

Then he looked at Count Gerbo with a meaningful gaze, and said, "This is a fair duel, and I will not let anything unfair happen under my nose." ”

Soon, the Normans made room for the Counts of Gerbo and Count Crébon, forming an oval arena 100 meters long and 30 meters wide.

During this time, Duke Andrew, who was originally presiding over the duel, suddenly disappeared from the crowd, and when he reappeared on the makeshift viewing platform, King Harald IV of Norway had disappeared without a trace.

Obviously, Duke Andrew hid the King of Norway and arranged for two of the most skilled military doctors to treat him, and his arrow wound would not have lasted long, and if it had been any later, Harald IV would have lost too much blood and died.

Of course, it would be a lie to say that Duke Andrew did not have the heart to share the credit of captive Norway's king, although he knew that he could not get another duke title, but it was also a good thing to get more territory with this merit.

The rousing military music sounded, and the Count of Gerbo and William. Morality. With the help of their respective knights, the Count of Crepon put on the same knight's full plate armor, pinned his sword, turned on his horse, took the cavalry spear handed by his squire, and rode his horse slowly closer.

When the two meet, the two who already regard each other as enemies have nothing to say, and the hatred between them can only be washed away with blood.

Led by Duke Andrew, after the two read the oath, they each turned their horses' heads and pulled a distance of tens of meters.

Then Duke Andrew officially announced: "I declare, the duel begins!" ”

Suddenly the rousing brass trumpets on the field ended, and the Count of Gerbo and Willem. Morality. Almost at the same time, Count Creppon activated his horse, flattened his rifle, lowered his body, and aimed at the other man and charged.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!!! ”

Bursts of cheers broke out on the field, one after another.

Accompanied by cheers, the two quickly approached, and with a snap, the cavalry spears in their hands broke almost simultaneously, and Count Gerbo was in a trance, and William. Morality. Count Creppon, however, seemed to be at ease, and slowly turned his horse's head in pursuit of Count Gerbo.

Facing William, who was chasing after him with a long sword in his hand. Morality. Count Clay, Count Gerbo, was not stage frightened, he drew a mace from the saddle and pointed it at the approaching William. Morality. The Count of Crepon whipped him head-on.

"Bang!! ...”

William. Morality. Count Crepon would not let him succeed easily, he bowed down, and raised his shield in his left hand, protecting the front of his body under the shield.

Under the protection of the shield, William. Morality. Crepon was unharmed, and he took advantage of the exhaustion of his opponent's strength to aim at the gap in Count Gerbo's mask, and a sword was met head-on.

"Sting! ...”

Facing the approaching tip of the sword, Count Gerbo turned his head sideways, and with a piercing sound, a spark flashed on his helmet, and Count Gerbo narrowly escaped William. Morality. This sword of the Count of Crebon.

"Bell! ...”

With his right hand, the Count of Gerbo used a mace to smash William. Morality. Creppon's sword was blocked, and at the same time he shielded the door with his left hand, and it was clear that he was against William. Morality. Crepon's sword heart was palpitating, and he didn't dare to be careless.

The horses of both sides walked almost side by side, while their masters slashed and stabbed each other with shields and weapons, and for a moment there was no difference between victory and defeat.

Almost all the Normans on the field had two counts of equal strength, and the two sides reached a draw, regardless of victory or defeat, but his own family knew his own affairs, and the Earl of Gerbo was just trying to resist William. Morality. The Count of Creppon's frantic attacks were exhausted, and there was still room for a counterattack.

Suddenly, William. Morality. Count Crepon slammed into his body, striking his shield at Count Gerbo, while the sword in his hand stabbed against the edge of the shield.

William. Morality. Count Crepon was menacing, and Count Gerbo only had time to block the opponent's shield attack with his shield, but in a trance, he was stabbed off by the opponent with a long sword.

With a pop, Count Gerbo fell off his horse, if he hadn't been wearing a full-body plate armor with amazing defensive power, if he hadn't been killed by William. Morality. The Count of Crébon's sword stabbed him to death, but he was seriously injured after falling off his horse.

Rao was so, and Count Gerbo was also dizzy from the violent concussion, and could not get up for a while.

William. Morality. Count Crepon would not miss this golden opportunity, drew his mace from the edge of his saddle, and galloped towards the other party.

"Bang! ... Poof! ...”

William. Morality. The Count of Crépon struck a fierce hammer blow to Sir Gerbo, who had struggled to get up on the ground, and the horse leapt past, and behind him was the Count of Gerbo, who had tumbled to the ground.

Count Gerbo struggled to his feet again, but this time he dropped all his weapons and fled in a panic towards the troops in front of him.

William. Morality. The Count of Crépon was about to win the duel and was about to slash his enemy, and he was willing to let Count Gerbo escape with his life.

Ignoring the other party's frightened eyes and words begging for mercy, William. Morality. The Count of Crépon rode his horse and struck another blow at the Count of Gerbo.

"Poof! ...”

A large amount of blood erupted from Count Gerbo's mouth, which spread through the air, and his body slowed down to the ground with the hammer blow, and he could no longer get up.

In order to confirm that the other party is indeed dead, William. Morality. The Count of Crépon turned over and dismounted, and slowly approached the Count of Gerbo.

Maybe in William. Morality. In Count Crepon's mind, Count Gerbo had long since lost the power to resist, so carelessly, he dropped his shield and mace that was in the way, and walked towards Count Gerbo with only a broad-bladed sword in his hand.

Just as he leaned over to try to confirm the death of his opponent, Count Gerbo suddenly fought back, stabbing the short sword in his hand with the last of his strength.

In the face of the fatal blow of the Count of Gerbo, the daring William of the Artist. Morality. Undeterred, Count Crepon quickly turned sideways, his short sword striking only a piercing spark on his breastplate.

Subsequently, William. Morality. The Count of Crépon tripped over the Count of Gerbo and stabbed him with a sword in front of him.

Blood splattered, screams rang out, and then came to an abrupt end......