Earl Walker peered through the peephole in his barrel helmet as he watched the oncoming Prince of Lothart, his hands clutching the hilt of his sword, and now the only thing he could rely on was the sword of Easttim.

"Three steps" Walker's eyes were fixed on the tall black horse in golden armor, and time seemed to pass unusually slowly.

"Two steps" With the swing of the hooves of the tall black horse, the head of the cold riding spear looked extremely cold.

"Flash!" Earl Walker suddenly dragged his sword and moved to the right, while abruptly burying his head down.

The charging Prince of Lothart poked the cavalry spear, and the leather armor golden shadow of the tall black horse quickly passed by Count Walker's side, which was undoubtedly not a successful dodge, the head of the cavalry spear brushed the barrel helmet on the head of Earl Walker in an instant and took away a strand of brown helmet, and when Walker turned around, the tall black horse had already carried Prince Lothart and Count Walker a long distance.

In the face of another knightly charge unleashed by Prince Lothart, the sword of Eastheim trembled.

"If you hide like this, you'll be exhausted eventually." Earl Walker kept weighing the strength he had left and the courage that rose inexplicably after falling from his horse.

The roar of the tall black horse, the 'clang' of the horseshoe on his horse's paw came from far and near.

"It's only a gamble, and if there's any flaw, it's the only place." Earl Walker gritted his teeth, and his watchful eyes under the barrel armor looked at the hooves of the tall black horse. His hands couldn't help but grip the sword of Easttim, and the blade no longer trembled.

Count Walker in front of the tall black horse did not dodge, but charged towards it head-on, and in the blink of an eye, in the brief second when Prince Lotart's riding spear had not reached Walker's body, Walker used all his strength and all the courage that inexplicably rose, looked at the muscular horse's legs, and swept the horse with a blow with the sword of Easttem, the blade broke through the protective golden vest and slashed into the muscles of the horse's legs, only to hear a click, the horse's legs broke under the heavy blow of this slashing sweep, Walker was also knocked more than a dozen feet away by the huge inertia with a sword.

The tall black horse that lost its front hooves spat blood in the neighing, and the flipping horse's back was like a torsion catapult throwing arm to throw the Prince of Lothart on horseback with a gun from behind, and the self-proclaimed Glorious Knight Prince Lother frantically flailed his arms in the parabolic flight state, like an angry bird that swooped down, and fell heavily on the field of the knight's arena with Earl Walker.

There were screams of astonishment from the aristocratic men and women in the audience. After this scream, it suddenly fell silent. They stared at the two knights in a deathmatch. There was no doubt that these nobles had already attracted all their attention by this wonderful deathmatch, and they were dumbfounded.

Earl Walker felt like his bones were falling apart, and he tried to hold himself up several times, but failed.

Prince Lotate was also hit hard, and the dog-like rhythm of the-like flutter made the edges of the bird's helmet on his head get stuck in the dirt of the arena, and it took him a lot of effort to pull out the bird's helmet from the mud and the head wrapped under the bird's helmet. He quickly flipped his body, ripped the distorted bird's helmet from his head, and threw it on the ground beside him. His face was distorted.

"Lotat Saxon, I told you that I would not give you my life easily." Count Walker finally grabbed the sword of Easttem scattered around him, and finally climbed up from the arena with difficulty.

"Oh, that's just a little bit of luck from Arcana." Prince Lotat patted the dirt on his body with a disdainful expression, and suddenly fought, and pulled out the prince's sword at his waist, "Shameful fellow." Don't get too complacent. Arcana gives you luck, just to make you die more freely. ”

"Shameful? Isn't it shameful for you Saxons? Earl Walker also ripped off his barrel helmet and threw him to the ground, the blood on his forehead already dry.

"You finally dare to appear in this knight arena as your true face, I was originally just a shrunken turtle under a barrel helmet!" Prince Lothart pointed his sword at Earl Walker, with a look of dismayness on his face, "Wait a minute, I will kill you, and I will also kill the hateful royal brother on the observation platform, and I will be the real master of the Kingdom of Rinston." Whoever dares to disobey my will, I will give him death. ”

Earl Walker and Prince Lotat both slashed at each other with their swords, and the sword of Easttim and the sword of Prince Lotat emitted sparkling light in the collision of each other.

Earl Walker raised his sword with both hands and slashed, originally thinking that he had found the right time, but Prince Lotat was extremely fast, and the hilt of the prince's sword firmly held the blade of the slash. Prince Lothart raised his sword and slammed Walker's blade, and a swift sideways sword swept away, only to be blocked by Earl Walker's backhand. The fight between them has clearly turned into a contest of strength and agility.

The backhand sword made Walker's blocking obviously at a disadvantage, the blade of the prince's sword was approaching his abdomen, Earl Walker suddenly retreated, his hands were slightly loose, Prince Lothart's sweeping swing suddenly pounced, Prince Lothart's neck seemed to show a little gap, he retracted his sword and swept diagonally, and the blade went straight to Lotat to reveal the gap in his neck.

"That's no way!" Prince Lothart let out a loud roar, he let go of his right hand holding the sword, raised his arm and directly met the blade of Walker's slashing sword, only to see the firelight splash suddenly, and the sword of Easttim actually curled the blade at the moment of the firelight. Prince Lothart's Mithril armarmor was only slightly scarred, "Oh, your family heirloom sword seems to be a little curled. Is it starting to be constipated like you? The Mithril Armour doesn't need to use my lost shield. ”

Earl Walker withdrew the blade of Easttem, and the blade became uneven. He began to get nervous, and the Lotharl Saxon in Mithril armor looked like a snowy bear with a thick scalp in front of him. The tattered Sword of Easttim could not do any damage to Prince Lothart in front of him, and could be almost ignored except for passive defense.

"What should I do?" Earl Walker confronted Prince Lothart nervously, a sudden eye-catching hiss rang in his ears, and his eyes lit up, "This set of Mithril armor must be a little heavy, Lotat Saxon." ”

"But it's flexible. Furen's little bunny. Stretch your neck and prepare to die. Prince Lotat raised his sword with a malicious expression, except for his arms to protect his head, the earl of the Easttim family in front of him was no longer a threat to him, like a lamb to the slaughter, "It seems that you are ready to give up." Well, you can die under my prince's sword, and you will be considered to be in the ground. ”

"But don't forget, your armor is heavy after all." Earl Walker shook Lotate with the sword of Easttim with a curly blade, he turned and ran towards the dots, he grabbed the reins of the dots, stepped on the stirrups, and successfully stepped on the horse's back with a lot of strength, manipulating the dots to instantly distance himself from the chasing Lotate, he drove the dots straight to the location of the royal chest in the center of the arena, and when the dots passed through the chest, he reached sideways, grabbed the hilt of the Frost Sword, and pulled out the sword of the Relic of the Temple of Arcana from the pile of gold coins, The graceful, streamlined body and almost weightless swing made Earl Walker feel comfortable to use, and the blade shimmered with a realistic frost light, making the sword look like it came from the coldest place in the world.

Prince Lothart was slightly surprised, he didn't expect Walker to ride a war horse. After a brief moment of consideration and a quick glance, he immediately put away the prince's sword and placed it at his waist, and quickly picked up the Mithril shield and knight's spear from the ground.

"Come on! You think you're going to be able to defeat me right away? My armor is invulnerable! Prince Lotate lifted the knight's spear again, proudly lifting the lance and dancing, his roar was like thunder, he clenched his fists and slapped his chest, and the Mithril shield he carried also reflected the light of the torch around the field, and the whole person looked like an angry snowfield bear.

Count Walker was not prepared to give Prince Lotat any time to prepare, he sat firmly on the back of the dot eye, and carried the holy relic of the Temple of Arcana diagonally with one hand, the sharp frost sword almost froze the air around the blade, and sprinkled flying snow flakes in Walker's swing. He slammed his horse's belly and rode towards Prince Lother, where he swung his frost sword to block the head of the knight's spear from Prince Lother's spear.

Arcana seemed to have finally shown her miracle, and no one knew that such a situation would happen—even Walker himself, the user of the Frost Sword—could only hear the crisp sound of the knight's spear, and the contact between the blade and the knight's spear turned into fragile ice in an instant, and the frost quickly spread across the entire knight's spear, condensing the knight's spear into an icicle in an instant, and the blade that crossed the sword made the entire knight's spear crack instantly.

"Hehe, that's a good weapon. It's a pity I'm wearing Mithril armor! Prince Lotate's face contorted, and he drew the prince's sword from his waist again, this time looking up at the knight who was charging towards him on horseback, "Walker Easttem, you're going to lose!" Don't you understand! My Mithril armor is invincible in front of your! ”

Earl Walker suddenly pulled the reins of the horse, and manipulated the 'eye' under his crotch to jump up from the ground, this sudden step with the strong foot force of the eye, the eyepiece carried Walker Easttem into the air, and at the moment when he was about to land, Walker's frost sword slashed at the prince's sword that Prince Lotat swung strongly.

"Phew!" With a crisp sound, the blade of the prince's sword began to freeze, and under the huge inertia of the war horse and Walker's strong attack power, the prince's sword that collided with the frost sword was only left with the hilt, and the broken blade was actually knocked dozens of feet away by this violent collision.

Walker's horse fell from mid-air and stomped heavily on the ground, and in this fleeting pause, Walker swung the Frost Sword again, an accurate diagonal slash that looked like a flowing attack, and Prince Lothart's abdomen was slashed by a frost sword.

The noisy audience stopped shouting. Time seemed to stand still in that moment.

"Uh," Prince Lothart fell to his knees in a tremble, his hands covering his abdomen covered by Mithril armor, and then lowered his head, "How could it be that it was a deep sword mark, my Mithril armor was torn apart, it was invulnerable, Monta XII actually tricked me." ”

Prince Lotate fell to the arena with a thud. The aristocrats in the audience seemed to have been stunned by Walker's counterattack, and the audience in the quiet arena was silent.

"Bang Bang!" Segal II clapped his hands on the stage, he broke the dead silence in the arena, he laughed uncontrollably, and with his unfinished laughter, the doors of the arena opened at once, and the heavily armed soldiers of the King's Army poured into the arena through the open iron gates, and surrounded Walker in the center of the arena.