I quietly took it all in, and secretly rejoiced in my heart that I would make Duke Richard deflated.

The Flower Destroyer Knight of Loras was estimated to be choking, and he was helped aside to see that there was no air in and out, and several small attendants in the arena were hurriedly helping him stop the bleeding and stitches, but no matter how he stuffed it, he couldn't put the intestines that flowed out of the wound back into the abdominal cavity, covering this head, and it came out again.

The knight of Loras looked at the sky in despair, panting greedily, knowing that his limit was approaching, what did he think of at this moment? Is it the fear of the souls of the dead who have died at their hands coming to ask for their lives? No one would know about it anymore, and even he himself quickly fell into a coma, his pupils dilated and slowly died.

The knights who were still standing on the field all said goodbye in silence, no matter what, the knights of Loras were respectable opponents and close comrades-in-arms relative to them, and it was a common gentleman's rule in this era to maintain due respect for every knight who had ever been on the battlefield and wielded a sword for faith, of course, it had failed several times in my place, but I am now learning to understand a little bit that there is no absolute enemy, and the knightly feelings of the opponent are also regarded as friends.

The silence didn't last long, the bulls immediately turned around, re-formed a tight defensive formation back to back, and Khloe picked up the long sword dropped by the knight of Loras from the ground as a weapon, and concentrated on facing the next game.

"It's getting better, aren't you?"

Count Baudouin pinched down a grape with great interest, and asked several big nobles around him: "Now the situation on the field is even more tense, the Normans have been completely enraged because of the death of their comrades, the following game is the real exciting part, the madman didn't even play his full strength, and the Wagner knight didn't use the close combat he was good at, we are really lucky, we can see such a peak duel between masters, let's look forward to the wonderful performance of the warriors with wine!" ”

After saying that, he raised his glass in a flattering compliment, and prayed loudly for the victory of each of the participating knights, only Duke Richard and I looked at each other, and put down the glass silently.

The Wagner knight circled around the shield array of Kohler's three people twice, chose his own attack angle, and killed Hans, while at the same time, his only remaining comrade, the Knight Godland, also cooperated with the frontal attack, distracting Kohler and the bull, hoping to break up the well-defended shield array and break it one by one.

"Drink!"

The bull used his brute strength to carry the great axe of the Grande Knight, and his right foot was deeply embedded in the dirt, and the Tarzan-like pressure was too much for him to bear, and beads of sweat the size of beans ran along the edges of his cheeks, into the cracks of the chain mail, and meandered downward.

Kohler staggered half of his position, grabbed the side of the Grande Knight, and slashed diagonally with his long sword, trying to help the bull get out as soon as possible.

"Frightened!"

Hans was forced to retreat again and again by the dazzling attack of the Wagner Knight Pegasus Meteor Fist, and kept hitting the back of the bull behind him, and he had no power to fight back, so he could only hold the shield to protect his body in embarrassment, but he still let the left leg that was exposed to the outside and could not be retracted, the thick leather boots were cut in unison, and the terrible wound on his ankle was bleeding outward, if it wasn't for leaning on the back of the bull, he was afraid that he would have fallen to the ground because of his unstable heel standing.

"Retreat!"

Seeing Hans's wounded Kohler, he could only choose to temporarily avoid the enemy's edge, try to stick the three of them together, and not leave any opportunity for the enemy to take advantage of, but the Wagner knights and madmen with rich combat experience will certainly not give up such a good opportunity, and rush over with the retreat route of the three people without giving the slightest respite.

The bull had Hans in one hand, but could only use the other hand to hold the tomahawk to fight back, and the efficiency of the defense was greatly reduced, and after a while, he was also hit by a sword in the arm, and he threw away the axe in pain and hid in the closed shield of Kohler and Hans.

"Well done!"

Wounding two of our knights in a row, at least from the scene it seems that the Normans have the initiative, their stormy and manic attacks, Nijmegen can only resist in vain, and now they are retreating step by step, and they are about to retreat to the edge of the field, if they step out of the field marked with white and gray, it means that they will abstain from the initiative, and Normandy will automatically win the game, no wonder Duke Richard stood up and applauded loudly in excitement.

"Two fights three, we still have a chance to win, hum ......"

Duke Richard beckoned to me from afar, raised his glass and said, "I still keep what I just proposed, the banquet in the evening will be hosted by Normandy, and we will taste fresh sea fish while talking about compensation in detail, how about it?" ”

"Thank you for your proposal, or that sentence, the battle is not over yet."

I hugged my arms and replied coldly, continuing to pay attention to the situation in the field, even if I had the strength now, I could only silently pray that God would not be so fond of playing tricks on people, and really let the damn black duke succeed.

Behind is the white line, Kohler and they have no way to retreat, now only Kohler of the three is not injured, but the great physical exertion makes him a little overdrawn in a trance, and his nostrils bulge like a toad, for fear of leaking a trace of fresh air.

The Grande Knight retracted his tomahawk and prepared for the final killing blow.

My clenched palms were full of sweat, and I was afraid to see the tragic scene of Kohler's three people being killed, and I didn't dare to close my eyes.

Is it too late to throw in the towel now? I kept thinking about this possibility in my mind, blinking my eyes nervously.

The mad demon activated, so fast that it couldn't even catch a trace with the naked eye, and in a matter of moments, it was close to the edge of the shield, and the tomahawk shimmered with a terrifying light, and it was about to be cleaved with overwhelming momentum.

All the spectators in the arena stopped talking and what was at hand, staring wide-eyed for the bloody scene after the tomahawk fell, and that was the most sumptuous feast for the living today!

"Up!"

The three people who were hiding behind the shield and couldn't see their expressions, suddenly shouted in unison, the shields opened from both sides like shells, and then quickly closed together, Hans half-knelt on the ground, using his body as a stepping stone for the bull behind him to start, Kohler threw the long sword in his hand towards the Grande knight and the Wagner knight, so that the two were busy changing hands to parry, in exchange for precious reaction time, at this time the bull grasped Hans's spear, stepped on his back and jumped up violently.

Time was stretched to the point of a century, and even the sweat on the warrior's head could be counted one by one, and I held my breath and watched the spear quietly, leaving the bull's muscular knotted arm, drawing a perfect arc in the air, and then accelerating and falling.

The sharp spear tip that had been tempered countless times by the craftsmen on the anvil easily tore through the fish scale armor on the shoulders of the Grande Knight, like a long-eyed bloodsampire burrowing into the flesh, and the deep blood grooves on both sides radiated hot blood hungrily.

Knight Grande gritted his teeth and insisted, but he still had to retreat slightly, barely holding his body, the spear had pierced his shoulder, and the force of it almost pinned the whole person to the ground.

Now Kohler and they had no weapons, and they could only rely on two shields to advance and retreat, and the Wagner knights had no time to take care of their comrades, wielding short swords and sticking them to the overwhelming stabs, but they slashed again and again on the riveted shields covered with thick cowhide, leaving only white sword marks in vain.

"Let me come!"

The bull snatched the shield from Hans's hand and slammed into the Wagner knight with all his strength, but the knight, who had already detected his movements, easily dodged away, but Kohler had seized this rare opportunity and threw the shield sideways.

The high-speed rotating shield is like an electric saw plate, and although the edges are not so sharp, they are enough to shock the organs wrapped in heavy armor and internal injuries.

The Wagner knight staggered forward two steps, the only eye was chaotic and could not grasp the focus, a large amount of blood was gushing out from the corner of his charming mouth, the shield pierced through the fish scale armor on his chest, the broken armor pierced into the flesh, coupled with the heavy weight of the shield itself, as long as it was not the steel and iron bones that Achilles had soaked in the River Styx, he had to face the reality of broken organs helplessly.

The desolate death of the handsome offspring of a Norse hero and Saracen dancer in the Flemish arena is an irony of fate.

Hans had the worst wound on his leg, he was on the verge of coma with massive blood loss, the bull supported him with his uninjured arm, and slowly stood up, Kohler carried the short sword he picked up from the ground, and walked step by step to the mad demon Grande Knight who was sitting next to him and stroked the wound on his shoulder, and his mountain-like body collapsed in half.

"Kill me!"

He closed his eyes gloomily, as if he was unwilling to endure defeat, this shame is tantamount to announcing the end of the miracle of his life for a hero who is burdened with the myth of victory in a hundred battles:

The merciless abandonment of the lords, the contemptuous eyes of their colleagues, the desperate whites of the mistresses......

"I'm not going to kill you, so that everyone will look down on Nijmegen's demeanor."

Kohler placed the dagger around Knight Grande's neck, his eyes narrowed to the bottom.

"There is no winner or loser in this battle, whether we live or die, each and every one of us is a loser, stand up! Don't be like a coward who doesn't dare to take responsibility! ”

"Duke Richard hates defeat the most, he will brutally hang me, I will not be so cowardly dried on a spear!"

Knight Grande grabbed Kohler's arm and almost pleaded with him: "Kill me!" Glory is the life of a knight, and hanging is the death that only lowly peasants deserve! ”

Kohler shook his head, wordlessly withdrew his dagger, and grinned at the hypocrisy of Knight Grande's seemingly honor-oriented manners: "Then you will be hanged cheaply, I'm afraid the tip of the spear can't fit such a huge head." ”

"I curse you! Nijmegen people! ”

Knight Grande roared angrily, feeling that the last honor of his life had been ruthlessly trampled on, but the pain in his shoulder made him sit back honestly.

Kohler walked up to the bull, supported his comrades, and left the arena escorted by his attendants, not even enjoying the flowers and earth-shattering cheers thrown by the audience.

"Unfortunately, I'm not from Nijmegen, and we're not called Nijmegen, so your curse can't find a target to manifest."

As he left, Knight Grande bowed his head as if he understood, and then snapped his spear off, allowing the wound to bleed......

(End of chapter)