The golden hair tucked in by the helmet peeked out from the lower part of the armor, a face that always had a smile like the sun, and a body that was thick and muscular, but not lost its slender beauty, under the silver armor.

Handsome and resolute, gentle and majestic, this man who is loved by creation is the man who is widely respected and loved by the people of Lordaeron, their prince, Arthas? Minahill.

Arthas held a large grey lance in his left hand, and he was wearing silver plate armor with the Lordaeron insignia embroidered with a double-headed eagle on his chest.

Gently knocking his horse's belly with his riding boots, Arthas rode his mount and circled around the spot slightly, smiling at the cheering spectators.

Of course, most viewers can't see the smile on Arthas's face, only someone like Gianna who can use spells to enhance his eyesight, but this is almost equivalent to cheating.

After greeting the crowd, Arthas raised his rifle and pointed its round, blunt tip pointed high into the sky.

At this moment, the majesty of being a prince was manifested, and although no one deliberately stopped it, in a short time the noise in the horse farm gradually faded away.

Almost every viewer kept their mouths shut, knowing that their Royal Highness the Prince had something to say.

"As we all know, today's game is already the final of the competition. Hundreds of brilliant samurai have brought you wonderful duels during these days of competition. ”

"I'm honored to be here and to be part of the final battle of this event; I'm also glad to hear your cheers, it's a recognition of my strength. ”

"But at the same time. I must warn you, my adversary. He, like me, won a real duel. Just standing here. ”

"So, I hope that you will dedicate your cheers to another warrior today......"

The estate's horse farm is so large that even if the spectators were quiet, Alsace's voice had to be loud enough for his voice to be heard in every corner of the farm.

Luckily, Alsace was loud enough, otherwise. Gianna must be using spells to enhance her hearing again.

After a long opening remark in one breath, Arthas paused slightly, then raised his voice significantly.

"Tyran from the Valley of the Hearth? Fordin! ”

Arthas swung his spear down and shouted.

"Tyran! Tyran! ”

Arthas seemed to be very good at stirring up the crowd, and under his guidance, the audience began to cheer loudly the name of the other knight who was present today.

On the opposite side of Alsace, at the northern end of the horse farm, a man in black armor and wrapped in a black cloak. The knight on the black war horse had already lifted his black armor.

As Alsace had done before, he also raised his riding gun in his hand and greeted the audience. Although not so long ago, these viewers had almost no reaction to his arrival.

But there is no imbalance in Tyran. On the contrary, he was happy to see such a scene.

Tyran? Fordin knew that His Royal Highness the Prince of Alsace had been able to receive such a warm welcome. And not just because of his illustrious status.

In addition to superb martial arts, unrivaled strength. What's more, all the warriors who fought Arthas were almost unscathed, with the exception of one who fell from his horse and was slightly injured.

Don't look at Arthas's round-headed lance and take its lethality lightly; Like the plate armor worn by Arthas, this mounted rifle is the standard weapon of the Royal Guard of Lordaeron.

When the cavalry charged, the pointed spear was easy to be broken, and this round-headed long robbery had no less impact than a rushing chariot.

Because the rules of the tournament are the same as on the battlefield, many of the samurai who participated in the tournament were injured, and there have been cases of accidental deaths in the past.

Against this background, the opponents of His Royal Highness the Prince of Arthas, while losing, were not harmed, which has to be said to be a miracle.

And Tyran? As one of the warriors who participated in the competition, Ferding was always a spectator of Alsace matches in addition to his own matches.

Tyran? Knowing that this qiē could not be explained by a "miracle", he could clearly feel the protection of his opponent by His Royal Highness Prince Arthas.

This makes Tyran? Fording was both admired and gratified.

As the Grand Lord of the Hearthvale Tirio? Fordin's eldest son, Tyran, the future owner of Mardenhold Castle? Ferding still remembers why his ancestors were loyal to the Minehir family in the first place.

It was this benevolent blood that flowed through Arthas's body that infected Tyran? It was the ancestor of Fording that made him bend his proud back.

"Your Royal Highness, Prince Arthas, may the Holy Light bless you."

Didn't make too many superfluous moves, Tyran? Ferdins rode his horse in front of Arthas, and then bowed slightly.

The audience on the sidelines saw that the duel was about to begin, and became a little noisy again.

However, Arthas put Tyran? Fordin's words were heard clearly.

Interesting, Tyran? Before the duel, Fording actually prayed to the Holy Light for his opponent's victory.

This is not only because Arthas will become his lord, but also because of the respect he has for this prince who is a few years younger than himself.

"May the Light bless us all, Tyran."

Arthas bowed in return, then pulled down his visor.

Tyran? Fording did the same, and then the two knights skillfully turned their horses' heads back to where they had first stood.

There was no need for any referee, and there was no need for any instructions, and in the next moment, the two war horses galloped vigorously under the urging of the knight on their backs.

Invincible is undoubtedly a good horse, and it rushed out like a white lightning bolt.

And yet Tyran? Fordin's mount is also nothing less than "invincible", as swift as a black sand snake that has spotted its prey.

The duel between the knights on horseback was simple and swift, and to the chorus of exclamations from the audience, Arthas and Tyran? Fording passed by, ending the first round of the contest between them.

The rules of the jousting are simple, whoever is knocked down from the horse first is the loser.

In the hedging of the war horse, it is undoubtedly a very difficult thing to see the defense of the opponent stabbing with a spear, and to stab the opponent while dodging. (To be continued......)