Envy alouded in the theater, and two eunuchs held plates filled with gold sand and placed them on the terrace, "This is a gift for Your Majesty to the winners." ”

Several servants entered the cloister compartment and pulled the iron ropes on the roulette wheel, and with a creaking sound, the iron gate leading to the inner venue of the theater slowly rose, "You are waiting here, if I go, it won't take too long!" Mikhail confidently grasped the hilt of his sword and spoke to Theognis and Gawain behind him.

Then the chief of the Emperor's guard gracefully stepped out of the iron gate and was greeted with thunderous cheers throughout the theater, especially his wife, Yudohia, who was seated, and looked at her husband's heroic posture with great pride.

And Alexios also laughed proudly, and shouted to Mikhail himself, "Let them see the style of Roman warriors today!" Isaac and other nobles next to him also cheered vigorously, and Isaac was the first to get up and put his precious pure gold, enamel and ivory jewelry on the emperor's "colored head" - and Marlena, Queen Irene, and others followed suit.

"This is simply an ugly relic of the ancient pagan emperors' time, and a crowd of people shouted as they watched the blood of the people on the sand field, like wild beasts in the woods and wilderness." Seeing this crazy scene, the patriarch Mastas shook his head continuously, feeling extremely dissatisfied, and then he looked at Anna who was sitting next to him, but saw that this little girl and Prince John on the other side did not look at Mikhail, but they all stared at the room behind the iron fence, where there stood a half-blood warrior dressed as a border guard, and a tall barbarian warrior, Anna couldn't take her eyes off it.

"Anna, Anna." The Patriarch called.

Anna, who came back to her senses, put on a ceremonial smile, looked at the Patriarch, and then held her cheeks in her seat, and changed into a silly smile, and continued to look at the big barbarian warrior, ignoring the attention of Mikhail all over the room, and Mastas shrugged her white eyebrows, which can only be the case for a girl of this age.

"It turns out that it is not the horse competition that I understand, it seems that the method of knights fighting each other with spears on horses at this time has not yet become popular, which is in vain to blind me to capture the tactical genes of Norman knights before." Raising his hands high, Gao Wen, hanging on the tip of the iron fence, looked at this scene of foot duel, but felt a little lacking in his heart, and he didn't know what it was like to pierce the enemy at high speed with a long riding spear on horseback!

"The samurai of the German land have appeared." Diognis next to him reminded.

The iron gate on the opposite side was also rumbled up, and under the light of the torches, a samurai dressed in black iron walked out, with a black helmet, black turban chain mail, black bracer armor, black cloak, black smock, black shin armor, and carrying a huge black two-handed sword, strolling out. Then, he turned to raise his sword to the Emperor Komnenos and his court official Wetrin, and then buckled down the black visor with one hand, and stood there like a piece of meteoric iron, not moving.

"His shortcoming, in his neck, is only this one without iron armor." Diognes squinted, judging.

Gawain's eyes followed the instructions of the guard, and the black warrior's turban chain mail was hanging down, not connected to the throat and neck, but covering it, swaying with subtle movements, revealing small pieces of skin on the neck.

The horn sounded into the sky, and the two people who confronted each other saluted each other, and then each held their swords, and the black warrior slanted down his two-handed sword, the blade of the sword hung on the ground, and his hand was held steadily.

Mikhail, on the other hand, held his breath, leaned his blade on his right shoulder according to the traditional Byzantine swordfighting technique, and began to circle the black warrior, looking for an opportunity to stab, "Mikhail, his swordsmanship and sword skills are as flexible and accurate, he will definitely win!" Diognis kept saying this, as if to cheer himself up.

At this time, the entire theater audience also fell silent nervously, and even Anna shifted her gaze to watch Mikhail fight with the black knight, and the drums that kept beating at high speed were like the beating of everyone's hearts.

Suddenly, Mikhail moved.

However, he threw away the sword in his hand and fell to the ground in a daze, constantly twitching and trembling.

The black warrior was also a little stunned.

The emperor, the empress, all the nobles and guests, were stunned, including Gawain and Theognes.

Three seconds later, Yudohia stood up and cried, "My husband has a seizure!" ”

"What the hell is going on, at this time!" Alexios patted the armrest in annoyance and regret and complained.

Wittling laughed silently, and then he shouted to the black knight in the field, "Count Arnault of Ghent, help up your sick opponent, and then receive the prize in front of His Majesty the Emperor of Constantinople." The rest of the court officials and knights from Henry IV also laughed disdainfully.

The victory, as if undoubtedly on the side of Salian Caesar, sat down silently and looked a little depressed, while Maastas said approvingly, "Perhaps this would have been the better result." ”

Arno, the border count from Ghent, shook his head and stepped forward to pick up Mikhail, who was twitching more and more, but he saw a stopping gesture made by Mikhail in epilepsy, who was sweaty, short of breath, and pale, and then he turned his head and stared at the two deputies behind the iron gate.

Yudohya's gaze was also cast.

Then, Anna and John's eyes then turned on, "Does Gawain really want Gawain" Anna was still worried and hesitating, and John behind her stood up directly, shaking his arms violently, "That barbarian warrior of Varyag, it's your turn to appear, come out and fight this black guy!" ”

Suddenly, the eyes of all the theater audiences followed His Royal Highness the prince and turned to the iron gate of the black hole, "I'll go!" Diognis couldn't hold it back, so he picked up the flail, but was stopped by Gawain, "Let me go, your wounds are not healed." ”

Then, despite the opposition of the captor, Gawain raised his hands, put the mask back on, shook his helmet slightly, then kicked the battle axe with his foot, held it horizontally with both hands, and took three steps forward. Gawain passed through the gate and came to the dueling hall in the center of the theater.

"Can a deputy take the place of a duel?" Wittling was a little out of shape, and asked the Emperor Alexios next to him loudly in the midst of the noise.

But he didn't get an answer, and then Wittering saw that the Emperor's face turned even paler, and his eyes were fixed on the strange warrior who had taken over, especially the red robes and black eagle emblems on his armor!