Count Walker, disguised as a Knight of Offenburgh, and Prince Lotat, wrapped in Mithril armor, rode their horses to the applause and cheers, standing at opposite ends of the arena. Earl Walker wears a barrel helmet on his head, the face armor turned off the surface of the barrel helmet hides his face well in the iron piece of the armor, the top of the barrel helmet is inserted in a tan helmet, from a distance it looks like a long brown ponytail, constantly sweeping the back of the somewhat tattered Affin twill cloak, his body is wearing an iron Affenburg coat of arms chain mail after rounds of competition, many of the chain mail on the lock lock are a little off. Even so, however, Earl Walker remained motionless on the iron stirrups, and he sat proudly on the armor of the heavy cavalry of the Yafen, and only occasionally leaned over slightly, and patted the neck of the horse lightly.

"Man, we're already in the middle of a conspiracy, but we're going to get out alive. I believe in you, and you have to believe in me! Earl Walker whispered to 'Dot', and Dotter raised his front hooves in response with a hiss.

Opposite Earl Walker, the Prince of Lotart, armed to the teeth, wore a well-made helmet with a circle of stone flower-shaped flowers symbolizing the power of the prince, and the top of the helmet was a ceremonial blue tassel; He was wearing the shiny Misri Mithril armor, which was unusually dazzling under the light of the torches around the knight's field, and the belly of the armor was engraved with a raised stone flower pattern; The shoulder armor on his left and right shoulders was embedded with a pair of sharp fangs of a snowy wolf; Misri's Mithril Armour and Mithril Gauntlets were clearly tailor-made for Prince Lothart, and even with such thick armor, his arms and fingers did not appear sluggish or clumsy because of wearing them, and even the ten fingers of his hands could grasp the weapon flexibly. The sturdy Mithril leg armor wrapped around his thighs was also meticulously made, the knee pads on his knees were perfectly rounded, the carvings on the knee pads were also very exquisite, the coat of arms of the royal Rinston was carved with great detail, and even the shin guards attached to the shin bones were made into a beautiful streamlined shape by the dwarven craftsmen and it was not just practical. Prince Lotate wore a magnificent blue velvet royal cloak on his back, which looked even more majestic than King Segal II on the stage, with gold thread on the edges, and behind the cloak was a hand-embroidered snowy bear waving its claws, as if to smash all obstacles with its paws. In his right hand, he holds a bright silver steel lance, like a legendary giant who stands on the battlefield. The Mithril shield in his left hand was even more brilliant. The tall black steed under his crotch was covered with a full vest made of pure gold, and the impulsive mount was as powerful as the master behind him, constantly kicking the ground with its hooves and making a crisp 'bell' sound.

The contrast between the two knights was stark, and Count Walker's equipment was in front of Prince Lotart's entire Mithril armor and vest, like a poorly equipped light cavalry encountering a well-armed professional knight in a battle.

Count Walker and Prince Lotate looked at King Segal II in the stand, but did not salute, but nodded symbolically to Szgal II in the stand.

Earl Walker secretly cursed in his heart that his dispatched spy chief Spike was the ultimate trick of the spy chief to face such an opponent, which was a clear murder with a knife. Not only did Spiket fail to complete his mission, but he even brought him to a dilemma, and Spiket completely turned his back on himself, he was a complete double agent.

Segal II from the observation stage looked at Count Walker and the glorious knightly Prince of Lothart with a rather strange smile, and his eyes already said everything to them.

Earl Walker's heart couldn't help but shudder, "Your Majesty, you are no longer the crown prince I once knew!" You've become a different person, a complete demon. Could it really be as my teacher said, after all, there is no eternal friendship on the Tark continent, and the eternal relationship is only the naked interest relationship. Am I really a pawn to you that can be discarded at any time? He looked again at the smiling and malicious King Segal II on the stand, and finally shook his head in disappointment.

Prince Lotat stretched out his middle finger to Earl Walker, and took the lead in issuing a provocation to Earl Walker, looking confident.

"Your armor is awe-inspiring, but you don't fear me. Come here, Lotat Saxon. Earl Walker also unceremoniously returned the favor to Prince Lothart, who belonged to the same hill in Earl Walker's heart as Count Hunter Untelschnett of the Red Boar.

Prince Lotat was like an enraged lightning lion, galloping towards Count Walker with lightning speed, and he paid no attention to the relict sword in the royal box in the middle of the arena, because Lotate knew in his heart that after this boring game was over, he would jump into the stands on the spot, and once he killed his royal brother, King Segal II, everything would be his.

Earl Walker rode his horse to greet him, but just as he was about to hedge with Prince Lotart, the direction of the gallop suddenly changed, and Prince Walker passed by Count Walker with the head of his spear.

Earl Walker's horse was extremely fast, and he rode his horse to distance himself from Prince Lotat once more. Then he pulled the reins of the horse and turned the horse's head.

Prince Lothart looked very relaxed, Walker's evasion made his confidence burst again, in his eyes it was not a sprint mistake, but a cowardice of Count Walker. He immediately tugged at the horse's reins. Manipulating the tall black horse around the arena in a large circle, from time to time raising his riding spear and raising his hand to all the nobles in the audience, his proud body language caused a burst of enthusiastic cheers, and then he slowly rode towards the position of Earl Walker, and the tall black horse walked in an orderly manner.

In Walker's eyes, Prince Lothart slowed down the sprint, which was undoubtedly a good opportunity for him.

Earl Walker raised his riding spear, and after suddenly clamping the horse's belly, the sudden stimulation of the spur made the 'eye' under the crotch quickly shake off the four hooves, and galloped towards the Prince of Lothart.

Prince Lothart was also a brave knight, and he reacted quickly, and immediately rode his horse to hedge with Count Walker.

The strategy of surprise attacks does not work, and - failed sneak attacks often have disastrous consequences. Earl Walker's breath became short, and the sudden situation made him unable to change his strategy in the conflict, and Prince Lotat was already close to him! It was a spear-to-spear contest, with two sharp cavalry guns crossed together.

Prince Lotat's Mithril shield was only slightly knocked under the spearhead of Count Walker's spear, and the shaft of the spear was broken, but Prince Lothart was still riding steadily on horseback; Earl Walker's shield snapped in half with a single click under the impact of Prince Losat's cavalry. Earl Walker fell on his back, and a puff of dust flew up in the arena.

"Prince Lotate! Prince Lotate! Prince Lotat's wonderful shot of the cavalry attracted the aristocratic men and women in the audience, and the roaring waves resounded throughout the audience, and Prince Lotat proudly raised his cavalry spear and enjoyed the cheers.

Earl Walker shook his drowsy head and struggled to his feet from the arena. The left arm after shattering the shield was numbed by the impact of the riding spear. He couldn't help but pull out the sword of Easttime at his waist, the sword of Easttime seemed to have become a little heavy, he could only drag the sword and stand quietly in place. I don't know if it's blood or sweat, but the vision of the outside through the peephole of the bucket armor is a little blurry, and there is an unbearable overturning of the river and the sea, and a salty hot current gushes out of his mouth.

Prince Lothart rode around the back of Earl Walker on a tall black horse, he was in no hurry to kill the enemy in front of him, although Count Walker confronted him nervously on the ground with his sword, "Walker Easttham, your spy chief Spiket has killed me badly. Now my haughty brother knows everything, and he wants us both to die! Oh, Arcana, this is undoubtedly fratricide. ”

"You should have gone to hell a long time ago, Lotat Saxon. Your ambition can only end here. This time we both have to die here, either first or later. Do you really think Segal II will let you out of here alive? Beneath the barrel helmet was Earl Walker's mockery of him.

"What do you know, you idiot of the Easthem family. Behold, the audience is full of people who support me, and they are crazy about me! The guy with the crown on the podium - what the hell is that royal brother of mine!? With the broken spears of those guards, can the broken sword hurt me by half a point? Prince Lotat patted the armor on his body heavily, and rode around Count Walker's side on his warhorse, "This is Mithril full armor, even the most powerful longbow will not hurt me even if it shoots the most powerful arrows." It's not me who died today, it's you and the nasty guy on the stage. Hahahaha. Now I'm going to send you the most heroic death! ”

"I won't give your life to you so easily. Lotat Saxon. Count Walker watched as he rode away from him to Prince Lotart, and he knew how Lothart Saxon was going to end his life, which was nothing more than the knight's spear in the charge piercing his body. He couldn't accept such a way of dying, and the anger of the battle suddenly surged into his heart, and he began to burn violently in his heart, and even the blood in his body boiled for a while.

"I will end the life of the knight of Yafenburg with this holy knight's spear." Prince Lotart, while inciting the growing excitement of the nobles, lifted the knight's spear, which was shining with its head up.

"Kill him! Kill him! The nobles in the audience raised their arms and shouted, setting off an unprecedented cry**, "Our champion knight, His Royal Highness Prince Lotate!" ”

"Drive!" Prince Lotat instigated his horse and galloped towards Count Walker with his spear. Earl Walker's hands gripped the hilt of Easttim's sword, a sharp cold light shooting from the blade. The shimmering Mithril glow of Prince Lothart looked like a raging snowfield bear in the middle of a charge, almost invulnerable, and behind his tall black horse, there was also a billowing of dust, "To hell with it! ”

The crisp 'bell' sound of the farrier is getting closer and closer.

The deafening voice in Earl Walker's barrel helmet resonated, but his mind was surprisingly peaceful.