The Count of Casper didn't know how much the door panel weighed, but he knew that when it was first installed, it was erected by hundreds of people, who had exhausted all kinds of tools and wasted all their strength.

Lifted up by the strength of one man alone...... Is this human power?

At this moment, his cheeks twitched violently, and his heart was undoubtedly cold to the bottom, and he didn't even feel the red wine glass in his hand falling.

The whole square was silent, and Gray walked forward step by step, leaving a deep footprint with each step. The door panel is wobbly and looks like it will fall over at any moment. The residents retreated in horror and volunteered to make way for an aisle.

Eightfold Giant Force, a third-order magic that has reached the level of a grandmaster. In fact, Gray can add one more weight to reach nine. In that case, he would definitely not be able to shake the door board anymore, but it was possible that one of his bones would be crushed along with the armor by accident.

After all, the Lich's secondary magic is not usually used to cast on itself.

Stepping on the fence in front of him, Gray finally reached the middle of the field and lowered the door panel heavily. In the midst of everyone's fearful gaze, stick it like a tombstone.

Everyone watched silently, watching Gray move from side to side until he was satisfied. Watch as Gray wraps the thick iron rope around his body and climbs up little by little. Watch as Gray climbs to the very top of the "tombstone" and stands.

The silver moon peeked out from behind the clouds, and the moonlight shone down on Gray's back, embedding shadows into the ground, enveloping his opponents entirely.

At this moment, the distortion of his opponent's facial expression was beyond words.

"Can we begin?" Gray looked at the master of ceremonies.

The master of ceremonies was startled and hurriedly said, "But, you can start!"

Before the master of ceremonies could finish speaking, Gray's opponent had already dropped the weapon in his hand to the ground with a "bang".

"I, surrender. ”

All of a sudden, the square resounded with earth-shattering cheers. Everyone was clapping, everyone was shouting.

Gray clearly hadn't done anything yet, but he was clearly the winner of the night again. No one doubted this, not even Count Caspar. Everything seems to have been rehearsed a long time ago, and at the end of the script, the protagonist of the story finally appears, pushing the atmosphere to the climax.

What else can you do but surrender? I'm afraid that no one here thinks that he can survive after being brushed by a person who can carry the big iron gate alone, right?

With the departure of Casper's knights, a new opponent was pushed to the front, but the newcomer did not hesitate to drop his weapon. From beginning to end, Count Casper didn't even have the confidence to question, but just sat in his place and watched quietly with his eyes wide open. The hand was trembling slightly, and the wrinkles on his face were twisted.

"Don't! I don't want to fight him!"

"No one can beat him!"

"What are you kidding......"

The remaining knights of Count Casper blamed each other.

The shouts of the audience came and went, and the girls shouted hoarse and slapped their palms for the new knight, and they didn't even know what the name of the man was or what he looked like. His existence, like the shadow he left on the sand at the moment, was so mysterious.

"Who is this man, where did he come from, what is his name?" the profiteers who peddled gossip asked around, but found nothing. This is clearly in their blind spot.

Irene froze.

Halls froze.

Abby Robles froze as well.

Mike struggled to sit up from the haystack he had prepared for him, watching in horror.

Path, who was bandaged, whistled, "Yo, it looks like we've picked up a god of war." ”

"Isn't this the fool who came to defect today?" muttered two soldiers, one tall and one short, standing in the crowd today.

"Coward, coward, coward!"

None of Count Caspar's knights entered the arena anymore, and the crowd was already in an uproar.

"Hurry up!" said Count Casper, snarling back to the butler.

The butler rushed down from the stage, and after discussing for a long time, he could only run back and say to Count Caspar: "No knight wants to fight, and they would rather give up their knighthood than fight." Unless...... Horse wars. If you fight a horse, you may still have a chance. ”

"Horse war?"

"Yes, horse war. ”

The butler looked at Count Casper with wide eyes, sweating like rain.

Will the other side choose a horse fight? Obviously not. So, do you want to break the rules yourself? It seems that there is no other way to go.

Holding on to the armrest, he slowly stood up, and then said in a loud voice, "This knight, your strength has already amazed us. As the organizer of the joust, I, Count Casper, can't wait to see your equestrian skills, and to know if your equestrianism is as breathtaking and admirable as your strength. ”

"Horse war?" Irene reacted immediately, quickly stood up and walked to the front of the stage, and retorted loudly: "Count Casper, the rules we have agreed on, it seems that the winner will decide whether to fight on horse or on foot, right?"

"Yes, but if you don't agree with the horse war, my men won't fight. If no one plays, then the contest will go on forever and there will never be a winner. ”

"You!"

"Horse war, horse war, horse war, horse war!" shouted the knights of Count Caspar in unison.

"Liar, liar, liar, liar!liar!" However, the boos from the audience quickly drowned them out.

Count Casper was obviously weak-hearted, but he still held on and refused to back down.

Irene gritted her teeth, but she was helpless.

"That ......" Gray, who was still standing on the "tombstone", raised his hand: "May I ask a question?"

You ask. ”

"If I agree to the horse fight, can you send all the knights out to fight me?"

"All ......" Ireen didn't react for a while.

"All, you mean, all the rest of the people together?"

"Yes, that's what I meant. I'm afraid you'll not fight again in a while, so I may not have enough of fifty. Gray said earnestly.

"May God bless you! Brave knight, your request has been granted!" said Count Caspar in instant ecstasy.

"Are you crazy?" Irene instantly went crazy: "You want to challenge forty-eight knights at the same time?"

"No, can't you?" asked Gray, aggrieved. He just wanted a knighthood, and he was really worried about accidents. After all, this lord doesn't seem to be very trustworthy.

"You still ask me if it's okay, do you think I'm not losing fast enough?" At this moment, Irene didn't even want her image, so she almost slapped Gray twice.

"Hey, niece, how do you know he's going to lose?Shouldn't you be glad that your knight is so brave?How can you stop him from showing his valor?" Count Caspar couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Let's go up, go up together, go up together, go up together!" The crowd began to cheer again.

"As a lord, you must know how to listen to the voice of the people. Casper said with a smile.

In wave after wave, Irene could only sit back in her chair in anger.

Halls was already stupid, and quickly turned back to Paz and roared, "Is there something wrong with this friend of yours?"

"Yes. Paz replied without hesitation. In fact, that's what he thinks, too.

This time, Halls was even more stupid. Unfortunately, there is nothing he can do to stop the situation from going any further.

"All the knights are in battle!" shouted the master of ceremonies.

Soon, all forty-eight knights appeared on the field on their horses. The black pressure is simply a whole cavalry team...... Is this still a contest?

The originally spacious playing field looked a little crowded.

The audience was overjoyed, but Irene, Halls, and Abby Robles were extremely nervous.

Can miracles happen? Can miracles happen twice a day?

Gray unhurriedly climbed down from the top of the "tombstone", untied the iron ropes tied to his body, and patted the dirt on his body.

On the other side, more than a dozen people worked together to pull the screaming bone horse out of the corner and push it onto the field.

Walking up to the Bone Horse, Gray gently stroked the Bone Horse's back and whispered something in its ear before the Bone Horse gradually settled down.

Riding his horse, Gray staggered to the middle of the field, holding only a very cheap-looking sword in his hand, not even a shield.

A battle of forty-eight is about to begin, and the knights on the opposite side are gearing up one by one.

Hall hesitated to give Gray his spear and shield.

"Gray, Gray, Gray!" Gray's name was finally leaked through the mercenary group, and the audience finally had their names to shout.

Gray raised the long sword in his hand high, instantly pushing the atmosphere to the peak.

Spears were raised, and the knights of Count Caspar quickly lined up. Forty-eight spears sprint at the same time, which means there's no room for Gray to dodge.

However, the audience in the square did not think so. They believed that this mysterious knight who had descended from the gods must have a way to resolve it, otherwise he would not have taken the initiative to propose such a contest.

With the emcee shouting, the final game officially began.

Gray rode out first, as fast as a gust of wind. Holding a long sword, the knight standing in front of the other party slashed down with a sword!

It all happened so fast, so fast that neither the opponent nor the audience could react.

Immediately after, the unthinkable happened. Gray's sword, bounced off. Yes, because the opponent's armor was too hard, and he didn't hold it himself, the sword bounced out of his hand, spun around the sky a few times, and finally landed not far behind Gray.

The exclamation that originally came to the lips was held back by the audience, and everyone watched quietly with wide eyes.

Watching Gray ride around the horse, running to the point where the sword fell, and then there was a struggle.

"What is he doing?" asked one of the opponents in a whisper.

He ...... His sword fell, and his hand was not long enough to pick it up. ”

"Can't pick it up?"

"Yes. He can't get off the horse, and if he gets off the horse, he loses. So, he's out of weapons!"

The knights of Count Caspar cheered.

The audience was stunned.

Irene's eyes were about to fall.

As for Halls, he was almost. The whole face was twitching.

Paz covered his face with his hands, unable to look.

What the hell is this? I just lost.

The whole square was silent.

Count Caspar was also dumbfounded by the sudden scene, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, pinched a cold sweat and shouted: "Alright, put an end to this farce!

"Yes!"

The sprint began, and forty-eight horses sprinted towards Gray at the same time. Gray was frightened for a while.

However, just when everyone thought he was doomed. Unexpectedly, the bone horse let out an earth-shattering neigh, and got into action!

Instead of dodging, it rushed head-on.

Gray hurriedly recited the incantation in agreement.

For a moment, Halls's heart even stopped, because he knew that such a fight would be fatal.

However, once again, a miracle has happened, a miracle beyond everyone's comprehension!

"Quadruple Might! Quadruple Shield Technique! Stack!"

Right in front of everyone's eyes, the spear of the knight who rushed to the front accurately stabbed the bone horse's neck, however, there was an imperceptible ripple at the point of contact, and the spear was broken violently, without even any delay in Gray's speed. It's like stabbing on a metal statue.

No, harder than metal statues. Such a sprint, no matter what, at least leaves scratches on the metal, and on the vest of the bone horse, there are not even scratches.

This is a third-order superimposed magic that no human on the entire continent can perform......

Gray knows more than a thousand kinds of magic, more than all known magic of a human mage. Although most of them are not proficient, especially some attack magic and flying magic that are not needed in the Underworld. However, this obviously does not include the self-blessing magic that can help you escape. During the year that he was hunted down by Brutus, he used these spells almost all the time, so much so that his proficiency in them had reached an unbelievable level.

In the face of tens of thousands of years of terrible lichs, the magic that can only be used to escape for their lives is obviously more than enough to deal with flesh and blood humans.

Of course, the most important thing is that the Lich has finally returned to his rightful support position, and the real protagonist of the game, the Bone Horse!

Everyone watched in amazement, watching as the bone horse, like a god descending from the heavens, kicking sideways, kicking sideways, kicking back, and even biting, like a lion into a flock of sheep.

How terrifying can a bone horse with a triple giant power technique, a triple armor technique, and the blessing of the first triple wind surge technique be?

Forty-eight knights were beaten to the point where they were powerless! As for the countless attacks that fell on it, it was as if they were completely non-existent, and not even scratches were left!

"I can't fight!I'll surrender!" a knight threw down his weapon and jumped off his horse to escape.

"It's a monster! I'm surrendering!" another knight jumped off his horse and left the center of the field.

The confidence gathered by the large number of people crumbled, and soon Gray was left alone in the middle of the field, standing alone on a bone horse.

Silvery-white, symbolizing the lucky moon, witnessed this miraculous scene.

The whole world was silent, only the whirring wind remained.

The firelight flickered.

Everyone held their breath and looked at Gray, who looked at Irene, who looked at him.

Under everyone's gaze, Irene carried the hem of her skirt and walked down the high platform step by step, entering the middle of the field. Reaching for the sword that Gray had dropped at the beginning, he handed it over with both hands.

If it weren't for the fact that the process really resembled a witty burlesque, it would probably be a legendary scene. But, anyway, Gray won, didn't he? won an impossible battle, with unbelievable force. No matter how well the script is written in the theater, it is not as good as seeing it with your own eyes.

Just when everyone was silent, waiting for the hero to say two classic lines at the critical moment to push the atmosphere to a further climax, taking the long sword, Gray lifted the crooked helmet, looked at Irene and asked softly, "That...... I've counted, it's exactly fifty, can I get the knighthood?"

The next moment, the cheers in the square exploded.

Well, maybe people just want to cheer, and they don't care what Gray says.