The remaining jungle wolves in the Limston Royal Arena had eaten enough of the flesh of the dead row inmates under the enthusiastic shouts of the spectators, and they obediently slipped their tails back under the iron bars hidden in the earth. The bars were re-locked after the last wolf returned to the bar. The mutilated bodies of the prisoners were also carried out of the field by the soldiers of the King's Army and casually thrown into the icy sea. The slaves in the arena also bowed over the square and sprinkled water with their brooms, sweeping away the blood splatters everywhere with their brooms.

The aristocrats in the audience talked to each other about the whole process of the Jungle Wolf killing, and in their eyes - it was a bloody art of perfection. The rich nobles toasted to each other, the servants around them kept pouring wine for them, their men and women gathered together, and they gathered together in twos and threes to count the gold and silver coins won in the money bags, and the jingling money bags were filled to the brim, and they started a new gamble, and the men were betting on the final fate of these participating knights and nobles or who was the real winner of these participating knights and nobles, and the women were even more eloquent. Fierce discussions were held among their male companions about who they thought the real knight would be, and who would win the final victory in this deadly arena.

"Mr. Arthur, the Crimson Knight, looks handsome in his crimson armor, he must have won in the end." A noble woman with a smile on her face.

"There must be an appearance of His Royal Highness Prince Lotate today, oh, his heroism has already conquered me. I want to spend one night with him, just one night. Oh, your Crimson Knight Arthur is nothing more than a milky little hairy man. Another aristocratic woman's apricot eyes were slightly closed, and her lips twitched.

In the stands of the lively royal arena, only the dazzling golden tent in the arena audience was a little dull, the new queen Agnes glanced coldly at the king beside her, on her well-defined handsome face, the eyebrows like a crescent arc were slightly wrinkled, the long wavy hair like a red waterfall hung down on her round and undulating breasts, and occasionally a little red love silk was left in the canyon on the slightly open chest, and his fair skin seemed to show people the loneliness of seclusion.

"Your Majesty, I may be a little faint, please allow me to leave here. I don't really like such brutal battles. Queen Agnes turned to King Segal II, her face not white at this time, but only indifference in her cherry-like lips.

"Oh, dear. I was just busy showing my courtiers the wine glass I made in the shape of a satisfactory woman's milk room, so I'm sorry I couldn't talk to you. Ah, what did you just say? Leave, brutal? Oh, come on, as a king's consort, you have to keep the blood from it. Aren't you Kakhandians called savages? Brutality doesn't have anything to do with the opening festival here. The king impatiently rejected the queen's request, not even glancing at his queen, "My daughter of the people of Kakhand, I just need you to sit quietly in your seat now. Got it? If you don't like it, aren't there a lot of maids next to you? I don't mind if you talk to them. ”

"I fully understand your day, your majesty." Queen Agnes inadvertently showed a look of disgust for King Segal II, and sat down quietly in her seat, her slender hands crossed over her chest, "I don't think I should disturb you now, if you haven't been diverted by other people, please continue to show them your fastidious wine glass or ingenious athletic scene." ”

"Oh, my queen, you'll have to wait. Don't be in a hurry. King Segal II ran his horse with his mouth full, and at the same time, he also stood up from Queen Agnes, and slowly walked to the viewing platform again, and he excitedly announced to all the nobles present, "My friends, the fun game has just begun, and those prisoners have already sacrificed their blood to our great hero Sidrion!" Next, you will be treated to the most beautiful art of war, and the glorious knights and nobles of my rule will soon take to the scene. Carrying the family coat of arms, they will ride armored horses to promote the knights' beautiful martial arts in the arena or throw their blood in the struggle to win their dreams! Only the winner will advance to the next round of the battle of the strong! "I announce that the Knights' Tournament has officially begun after the opening ceremony!" ”

King Siegel II's words did not fall, and the two heavily armored knights in bright armor could not hold back their surging blood, they rode their horses and spears, and came to the knights' arena, they rode on armored horses and bowed down to greet their majesty the king, and went around the field, carrying their knights' spears, holding their knightly shields, showing off their family crests, and showing their bravery.

"Oh, Mithril armor! Look, it's Mithril armor. The aristocratic women in the audience threw flowers at their favorite knights, screamed and even gave their own kisses.

"That's His Royal Highness Prince Lothart, my dear Prince Charming!" The aristocratic woman's eyes widened suddenly, and her face revealed the incomparable shyness of a woman, "How can a handsome face be covered under a helmet." Unlike his older brother, the bridge of the nose collapsed. ”

The two knights approached each other at a rapid pace, and after a sudden fist exchange they turned their horses and began to move in opposite directions, in order to distance themselves from each other.

"That's it! Two of our Glory Knights have arrived! The battle is about to begin! Bless these two knights. Take your time and enjoy the exhilarating fight! Let's wait and see who will come out on top! Who will be picked off the horse! King Segal II smiled and waved his hand, turned from the observation stand, and just glared at the silent Queen Agnes, and then walked back to his seat, and whispered to Queen Agnes, "You people of Karkhand have also sent a knight captain to participate, and I really hope that he will win the deathmatch." Maybe you won't have to live in a poor Winter Palace. ”

"Thank you for your handouts to let me stay in the Winter Palace in a quiet setting, but I also think it's nice to be there. Your Majesty. That way I won't disturb your special Yaxing. Of course, I don't want to bother. Queen Agnes competed proudly, like two knights in the arena ready to win.

"Even the women of the barbarians of Karkhand are fierce enough, and I think these women—they have lost the gentleness of a woman." King Segal II raised his glass and toasted to the courtiers, "You say, isn't it?" I heard that your brother is going to perform today? Stephen Hawking of the Privy Council. ”

As the two heavily armored knights galloped on their horses, they widened the distance, and the audience became more and more engrossed in looking at the knights they supported, the two knights pulled the reins sharply, and turned their horses' heads to stand facing each other, and after looking at each other for a moment, they suddenly clamped their legs on the heavily armored war horses, and the spurs on the stirrups stimulated the belly of the war horses, making the war horses neigh and raise their front hooves, followed by a galloping flight out. As they approached each other, the knight's spear was slowly lifted horizontally at his waist, and at the moment when the two horses intersected, a knight suddenly fell off his horse, and the audience erupted in warm applause. The king also stood up, frowning, he looked at the knight who had fallen to the ground motionless, and when the soldiers of the king's army ran into the arena, and uncovered the full helmet on the head of the knight who had been picked off by the spear, and his mouth was already bleeding, and in less than a moment the knight was carried out of the arena by the soldiers of the king's army on a stretcher covered with white cloth.

The herald immediately announced the victory in the audience, "Prince Lotat wins!" Arthur, the Crimson Knight of the House of Frankenstein, was defeated and killed in battle. ”

"Did I hear me right? Prince Losav wins? "Rog didn't get the appearance of Spitter in the knights' rest area, or the appearance of the messenger guard that Spiket said, on the contrary, there were really a lot of guards in the King's army guarding the knights' rest area of the knights' arena, "Isn't he going to come to this knight jousting tournament?" ”

"Your Excellency Rogge, when did you hear that Prince Lothart would not be coming to this grand contest? He had attended the knights' jousting tournament every year since he was an adult, and the Straw Pulling Festival was just a murderous amusement for him. "A knight servant who had brought the eye to Earl Walker had put on a thick waistcoat for his eye.

Earl Walker was secretly frightened, Spitt had never been a careless person in his mind, he would never be mistaken about such important information, and now the only explanation in his mind was that he might have been betrayed by Spiket. He was brought to participate in the knightly jousting tournament of Sidrion Pulling Weeds in order to achieve the great conspiracy of his mastermind behind the scenes.

"The king has an order! No one is allowed to leave the knight's rest area, and those who evade the contest and give up glory will be killed on the spot. The soldiers of the King's Army in the knight's rest area once again passed the strange order to each other, "The King has an order! No one is allowed to leave the knight's rest area, and those who evade the contest and give up glory will be killed on the spot. ”

"Oops, I've been betrayed!" Earl Walker's heart suddenly chuckled, and he had a vague premonition that he himself had been caught up in a murderous conspiracy, "Who the hell, who is running this contest?" Could it be him? ”

Earl Walker shuddered all of a sudden, he had no idea it might be him.

"The Earl of Affenburg's personal knight officer-Knight Rogge is on the scene against the knight Jim, the nobleman of Montelandburg!" The herald's roar came from the arena, and Earl Walker didn't have time to dwell on it, his only thought was, "Live." ”

"It's your turn, Lord Rogge. We hope you have the best of luck. The eye-catcher handed the reins to Earl Walker, and handed him a whip.

"Hmm." Count Walker put away a little panicked look, he just nodded, and after looking around, finally chose a suitable helmet.