Although the audience was very interested in this sudden duel, because of the prominent status of Drake who participated in it, they did not cheer loudly or shout some rough swear words like they had watched the competition before. However, their excited faces and secretly communicating with each other clearly showed their excitement.

Drake Prodmoor, the eldest son of Admiral Dalein Prodmore, Lord of Curlatis. Historically, he would follow his father during the Second Orc War, leading the strongest naval fleet of Kurlatis to the south of the Hillsbrad Hills to face the armies of the Orcs and the pirates they had bribed.

In that epic battle, most of the Alliance's main fleet will be wiped out by a surprise attack by the orcs, the Red Dragons controlled by the Dragonmaw Clan's despicable means, and Drake will be martyred. This war will plant the seeds of hatred in Dalin's heart.

With the help of time, the seed will grow into a towering tree, which will eventually lead him to fall against his daughter, the famous "Daddy", in Kalimdor, and finally die at the hands of the orcs.

However, after the arrival of the Adventist into this world, Drake's fate can almost be said to have been changed. Now that the history that could have happened has been publicized, is it still possible that the Red Dragon Queen will be captured by the Dragonthroat Clan, who have mastered the artifact Demon Soul, because of the orc's schemes?

To tell the truth, if she hadn't gotten lost her mind with so many of her spouses, the Dragonthroat Clan's ruse would never have succeeded. What's more, in such a clear situation, could it be that the Black Dragon King Nesario, who is in charge of the Demon Soul, would really have his head twitching and stupidly give this terrible artifact to the orcs?

Moreover, if Roland didn't guess wrong, the young man in front of him probably had already obtained the qualification for the baptism of the Paladin, after all, he was the first heir to the throne of Kurlatis!

No one is a real stupid, in this world where there may be a fight at any time, and it is possible to encounter beasts or humanoid monsters when you go out dozens of kilometers, the first heir to the throne of all the great nobles is definitely well-educated since childhood.

Obviously, there was no one in 10,000 chance that Roland would hit it. He may not have actually been on the battlefield, but Drake is undoubtedly a good fighter.

Despite the hint of arrogance in Drake's previous words, when the arbiter announced the start of the duel, he immediately bowed down, slammed his right foot back, and pounced on the High Elf standing twenty meters away.

didn't say anything about the scene, and didn't care about the so-called humility and false face at all. For him, there are only two outcomes in a battle, either win or lose! And he, the son of Daylin Proudmoore, never wanted to be the unlucky man who failed!

Just a step, everyone in the audience can clearly hear the roar of the bluestone slab, and he is full of strength as soon as he makes a move! Drake's whole person was like a sharp arrow off the string, spanning a distance of twenty meters in just a few breaths, carrying powerful kinetic energy and magnificent momentum to Roland.

This is the warrior's signature skill, charge! Using the reaction force of the ground and the unique method of exerting force, it bursts out at terrifying speed to approach the enemy in a short period of time, and I don't know how many inexperienced spellcasters and fledgling archers are caught off guard and drink under the kitchen knives of the bitter warriors.

Charge is the faith of the warrior! The young paladin could already see the face of the other man who was close at hand, which had become hideous due to his own strength and air resistance.

Can't fight hard, the thought flashed through his mind. Although he is already a third-order paladin, but in the state of not using the holy power bonus, the strength of the other party can only be said to be half a catty.

After all, a guy like Drake Proudmoore, who has a prominent background and is supported by almost a country behind him, will never be the kind of character in the novel who gives the protagonist a treasure after giving experience, a girl after giving a treasure, and finally a bento.

Roland maintained a defensive posture, waiting for the moment when the opponent drew his sword, he knew that the most dangerous thing in the face of the charge was blind dodge, because you can never be faster than the opponent when you fall behind!

The young elf clearly understood that this physically taxing skill would cause Drake to suffer a huge impulse first the moment he stopped his shot. All he has to do is to seize the flaws that the opponent exposed at that time, whether it is a momentary pause or a disrupted rhythm, it is an opportunity for him to defend and counterattack.

In a flash of thought, the charging warrior reached the peak of his speed in front of Roland. I saw that Drake's muscles were tense all over his body, and his handsome face showed a terrifying look. He shouted, as if to frighten his enemies with this wild shout.

With this shout, he slashed towards Roland with his sword in both hands, and the powerful force drove the two-handed long sword to cut a silver and bright cold light in the sunlight, followed by a sharp sound of breaking the air and a sharp sword wind.

Between the lightning and flint, a golden light glowed from Roland's body, and the golden light focused on the runic longsword he had received from Passarena, which was said to have been a gift from his teacher, Master Mephistopheles. From the day he got it, Roland was like a miser, his sword never left his body, he cared for it carefully, and today is the time for it to show its fangs!

Bell――

A violent collision sounded in the center of the arena, and the young paladin narrowly avoided the opponent's blade, and at the same time sharply stretched out his long sword, blocking the opponent's old sword body, interrupting the opponent's attempt to change the vertical slash into a horizontal slash.

Then, as if simulated countless times, Roland stepped forward, and the body that couldn't stop the impact momentum of the opponent was a powerful shoulder collision. Then, taking advantage of the moment when the other party relaxed his guard because of the severe pain, he mercilessly injected the holy power into the long sword, and slapped the other party out with the back of the sword!

When Roland's blessed body slammed into Drake's chest, the sea man from Kurlatis only felt as if he had stopped breathing at that moment, and the intense stimulation almost made him cry.

Finally, Drake paid the price for himself in a thin swordsman's suit. Not to mention plate armor, even a piece of leather armor, the young warrior in mid-air wanted to cry without tears. What's even more infuriating is that the High Elf on the other side is still chasing after the victory!

He saw a flash of golden light flash in front of him, and then his abdomen seemed to be swept by a thick wooden stick. In the end, he only felt that he was dazed, his body was like an unrestrained leaf, floating in the wind, and I don't know how long it was, there was a crash behind his head, and then darkness followed.

Many years later, in the face of all sorts of enemies, Illusia would remember this sunny morning. The High Elf with a golden sword stood proudly in the middle of the ring, his long silver hair scattered in the breeze, and in front of him was the fallen opponent, and the audience was stunned by the opponent's thunderous means.

The golden glow on the sword was so familiar and strange, but she was sure that no matter how many years had passed, she would remember the light and the silver-haired elf, and the name she loved and hated - Paladin!

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