All the turmoil finally came to an end on the third day, because the jousting tournament had begun, and although it was a jousting tournament, it could only be said to be a humiliation for the orthodox knights to see, because there was obviously no room for justice and immorality, and everyone was fighting like animals, and the animals were fighting each other to win mates and maintain their own lives, but humans were fighting for gold, and the fear and respect of their kind.

When a burly orc lifted a fallen warrior high and tore it in half, Lucie's eyes showed pity - this warrior was forced to fight by his companions, obviously, none of his companions wanted to be defeated or even sacrificed by this orc, but they knew that the lord would not be happy to see someone defeated without a fight, so after some consideration, the warrior was intimidated by his companion's sword and had to walk to the middle of the field- And now, his companions even joined the others in shouting for his killer, and silver and gold coins were constantly passing in their hands, and they were gambling. Although people are not immune to betting on their beloved knights in the orthodox jousting tournaments, the money game here is obviously more vile and cruel than the former, for example, in the previous battle, anyone with eyes knew that the warrior would lose and die, but this did not mean that they lost the interest in betting - some thought he would have his neck broken, some thought he would have his limbs cut off, and some, guessing that he would be torn in half with his bare hands...... I really don't know what the warrior was thinking as he walked to the center of the field, listening to the people talking loudly about how he died.

"If you are sympathetic to that man," said Eloch, leaning over Lucie's ear, "then you will soon find that his death can hardly be called a tragedy, but rather that the hour of his retribution has come." ”

With the unique eyesight of the elves, and following the points pointed out by Eloch, Lucieu easily found what had fallen from the dead warrior - He only brought a black iron broadsword with him, no shield or chain mail, but he had a ring on his finger, and when the man in charge of cleaning moved the blood-soaked part to a rough linen, there were still several chains with pendants that were skillfully transferred from the flesh to the servant's skin, although it was only for a moment, but Lucieu clearly distinguished that these necklaces, regardless of their style or thickness, did not look like the possession of a rude man, not to mention that there was a jewel pendant made in the shape of a heraldic coat of arms, which can only be said— Most likely, these things were looted from others, just like other mercenaries, he hid these things that could be used in exchange for his life when necessary, but he probably didn't expect that he would be betrayed by his companions, and the opponent was an orc who thought that it was more important to proclaim his strength than to get a little ransom.

Next up is "Black Fire" Mercenary group, the lord looked at the ugly chicken, and the half-orc who had not yet lost also woke up from the arrogance and ecstasy brought by the victory, he was only a half-orc, before fleeing from the tribe, among the orcs he was only a tool, a weapon, a consumable, but since he came to the humans, he has become a beast to be reckoned with, people will wince when they see him, and they will tremble or stutter when they speak, he can take whatever he wants, or people, even their leaders, are respectful and polite to him- The steel chain mail on his body is the leader's private possession, of course, such generosity is not unrewarded, he has already defeated countless enemies for his leader and mercenary group.

But he also has something to fear, and that is the orc, from the time he was a cub, the brutal, brutal and powerful figure of the orc has become a mark engraved on his heart, even if he is complimented, cursed and hated by countless humans, as soon as he sees an orc, he still can't help but want to crawl respectfully on the ground- The ugly creature wasn't an orc, but the smell and eyes of his body still made the orc uneasy and frightened, and he took two steps back, no longer with his bare hands, but took his weapon from his companion. It was a flail, a weapon that of course was not used by farmers to strike grain, but a slender pole that had to be taken when recruited by the lord, and it was the same weapon as its owner, and in the hand was a thick black iron rod, the end of which was attached to a steel chain, and at the other end of the chain hung a black iron ball with thorns the size of a human head.

If, as he and the lord and the others had predicted, it was the big ugly man in the Black Fire who was taking on him, then everyone would have taken it for granted that the orcs had taken this weapon up, but to everyone's surprise, it was a slender and fancy ...... Some people thought it was a girl, but they were immediately told that it was a eunuch, and of course the mercenaries would not have good intentions towards this kind of male mercenary who was no longer a man, and all kinds of filthy shouts and curses suddenly engulfed the entire field, until the lord's attendants waved their whips to silence them, and the orcs grinned, he didn't care how the other party was thrown as a sacrifice, he only cared if he could show his ability to satisfy the lord...... Or he should have been tolerant enough to let the rabbit-like hapless ghost scream for longer, knowing that lords love to see blood and twisted faces, and that being good at torture and torture can also be said to be a special skill.

The orc made up his mind and inserted the flail into his belt. He had always been a cautious man, and he preferred to be ridiculed harshly until the final result was reached, and he might have been right, and as he stretched out his huge palm, he lunged at his enemy, whose thin body, and swift and sharp as a rabbit, leaped out of his encircled arms, wielding his rapier sword and stabbing him in the eye— Unfortunately, this was also expected by the orc, and as soon as he flipped his palm, he blocked the rapier, and the end of the rapier even slid into the swarthy palm with the squeak of metal— The orc wore a palmguard, and the dragon skin inlaid with Mithril protected his flesh well, and Afra missed the blow, and immediately jumped high with the power of the rapier that bounced back on the metal part of the palm, and when the orc shouted to catch her, she changed the way she held the sword, and the smooth and mirror-like appearance of the dagger suddenly reflected a dazzling light, and the orc only felt that his eyes suddenly turned white, and then everything he saw suddenly became blurred. He let out an angry roar, pulled out the flail with his backhand, and swung it up in one fell swoop, the barbed iron ball at the end, the steel chain, and the black iron rod, and the length of the orc's arm after accumulating, occupied almost a quarter of the field, the orc stood steadily in place, while moving slowly, the whistling iron ball passed in front of the spectators, no one dared to continue to stand in place, even so, there was still a guy who did not retreat in time, half of his face was torn apart by the spikes of the iron ball, he fell to the ground, wailing, but no one helped him, mercenaries, soldiers, squires, and nobles all widened their eyes with excitement, waiting for the opening of another flesh and blood feast.

Afra stood less than fifteen feet away from the orc, and behind her was the spear laid down by the lord's soldiers, the tip of which almost pierced her ornate and cumbersome little cloak, which was why it was impossible to escape when entering the field, and the lord was only allowed to have two consequences, life or death. But Afra showed no fear, even as the orc-wielding flail was rapidly encroaching on the space she could possess. It has to be said that the orc, with his strong arms and strength, is very good at using this weapon, and he steadily makes the flail form an invisible net around his body - it is impossible for the average person to swing such a heavy object for a long time, and he is even able to make subtle changes so that the enemy cannot predict the path of the barbed ball to hit him.

But at the occasional blink of an eye, the poor little eunuch suddenly disappeared, and then he saw the fool who dressed himself like a parrot as if he had gone mad and rushed straight to the flail with the sound of the wind and the spinning flail, and the people screamed wildly, they longed to see the flesh splattered, but alas, Afra really flew like a bird with spread wings, and no one could see how she jumped into the invisible gap, but it was the existence of the gap, causing the cold glow of the rapier to flicker at the orc's throat—very briefly, for at this moment, without warning, an equally shaggy, black hand came out of the orc's robes, and it grabbed the rapier with one hand, making it difficult for it to move, while the orc's second hand was already grasping the enemy's head from behind.

"Magic!" a mage suddenly shouted. The caster is not here in battle, he is not sympathetic to the orcs or eunuchs in the field, but as a spellcaster, he will also consider the use of magic in battles that are certain that only mortals are blasphemous.

"Innate!" the mercenary leader of the orcs shouted, his face a little displeased, for he didn't feel that a skinny mortal deserved to expose their secret weapon.

Only the orc, knowing that he was under the cold, obscure threat that only death could bring, roared in a fit of rage, "I'm going to eat you," he swore "Chew slowly!"

But his extra hand suddenly emptied, and the solid rapier suddenly disappeared from his palm like flowing water, and he paused to hear his leader shouting, "Magic!"

"It's just a weapon. Another voice replied in a timely manner, not as sharp or high-pitched as it sounded, but everyone present heard it, and then someone scoffed.

But the orc couldn't take care of it anymore, he felt a slight oppression, then coldness, then a sharp pain—between his legs.

The people who shouted and shouted suddenly fell into a strange calm, here, almost all of them were men, because of physical constraints, the mercenaries rarely appeared women, but even women, they couldn't help but put their legs together, not to mention the men, they all felt that somewhere was burning like pain.

"A beast is a beast. Afra said that her enemy, after realizing what he had lost, completely lost control, he no longer seemed to remember where he was, what he was doing, who was around him, he only stared at Afra, the colorful shadow, clumsily but determined to move his body, as a large pile of flesh with disgusting hair fell out of his chain mail, the orc's flail struck the high pedestal where the lord was, the lord frowned in disgust, raised a hand, the mage beside him immediately threw a spell, the mad beast immediately burned, his cry could probably cover the entire town。

"So," said the lord to his attendants, "do not provoke a eunuch," he said, "and they may wish that everyone would be like themselves." The squire nodded knowingly, the guy could have stabbed his enemy to death at once, and avoided a storm of retaliation, but he didn't, he would rather cut off a man, or the most important thing for a male, and be hunted down with a grin.

"So," Afra asked in that shrill voice, "have I won?"

"Of course. The lord's attendant hurriedly said, "You have won this victory. ”

Afra smiled and hung the rapier back to her waist, one of the precious gifts given to her by Cremar, her guardian, the same material as all the quicksilver magic arms of the former king of the Highlands Norman, Baldwin, it was normally a disguised Mithril rappier, but when needed, it would turn into a liquid flowing liquid, and then take any shape Afra wanted.

And the mercenaries couldn't help but lament, if the cruel danger shown by the previous orcs made them hesitate, then Afra's behavior couldn't help but make them frightened, of course it was not so pleasant to be torn in half, but before they died, it seemed that it was not a consoling thing to suffer this kind of humiliation that was unbearable as long as they were male and male - mercenaries never fought in the open, but few would take this way, after all, they themselves were ...... Man......

Luckily, the leader of the Black Fire recalled the little demon and replaced it with an archer.