"Now please all the contestants!" "Coral Pink Referee" raised his right hand, and the gate on the right side of the arena "clicked" up, and a team of eight people made their way through the woods to the center of the field, which was the bank of the small river. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

All eight of them are young men, all members of the royal family, but one of them is more special, and the only member from the Old King's forces, Fern Scott.

After the draw, only the two players from the first round of the tournament remained. They came to two opposing castles. The castle is decorated with red and blue chess pieces, and if one of the flags is cut off, the other team wins.

Of course, the players are not alone, and their castles have seven carefully selected warriors. According to the rules of the game, the seven warriors were a cavalryman, two archers, three two-handed swordsmen and a giant shieldman, and their weapons were slightly blunted to cause very lethal damage, as long as they hit the red heart on the opponent's body, the person who was hit must leave the field unconditionally. At the same time, the players standing on the castle can choose to participate in the battle, or they can grasp the battle situation from a high place and give combat orders through the special communication crystal in their hands.

"As a reward for the competition, the last winner will be awarded the right to go to the deepest part of Valhalla!, and a bounty of 10,000 bitcoins!" Wells IV stood up, raised his hands and shouted towards the crystal, "and of course I will receive a basket of apples that I planted myself!" There was a few more laughter and whistles from the crowd that had cheered at first.

"Let's get started!" the audience boiled again. Since ancient times, where there have been events, gamblers are naturally indispensable. Because the loudest shouts in the crowd are always the gamblers who lost their money last time.

......

Time flies quickly, the game is very exciting, the competition is in full swing and orderly, and the game has come to an end.

The finalists were Brant Gruton (son of Rériol Gruton) and Fern Scott of the Old Kings.

"Put Fern on the left, Brandt on the right!" The odds have reached 1 to 24!" a drunk, dirty man shouted in the crowd.

"The old king has become history, and many old forces in the royal family have been demoted this year, and I will press Brandt!"

"That's right, I lost last time I pressed Fern, and this time I pressed Brandt!"

"I'll press too!" The gamblers' bets immediately turned one-sided, with only a small percentage willing to bet on Fern - the people who pressed Fern were already in debt and had to put their last hope in Ferne.

"Come on, Prince Brandt!" "Defeat him!" the crowd cheered one after another.

"Thank you. Brandt, who was standing on the Red Flag Castle, was very pleased with the reaction of the audience. He gripped the Transmission Crystal tightly and began to give orders.

According to the terrain, he first let the cavalry hide in a hidden lowland on his side, then let the two archers stay on the castle, and then the three two-handed swordsmen and shield men dodged on the other side of the woods, ready to look for an opportunity to feint against the opponent's castle, while he stood on the top of the castle, overlooking the whole land, observing the situation.

Looking at Fern on the Blue Flag Castle, he didn't give any orders. Seven soldiers stood silently under the castle, waiting for instructions for the next step.

Confident in his command, he gave the order for the swordsmen to cross the river, and then had the cavalry outflank the rear of the Blue Banner Castle from the hidden flanks, ready to strike at the west.

Fern moved, he got out of the castle, jumped up and jumped on the horse's back.

"Hold the castle, don't attack without my orders!" he said this, and charged straight into Brant's territory.

He rushed over alone! Leriol in the royal bench was a little surprised, and the spectators in the arena also sighed.

"What kind of tactic is this, a tactic to send to death. ”

"Damn, it's over! my money!" many gamblers have already begun to plan how to run away for a while.

Brandt was furious that he actually underestimated me. The two archers on the Red Banner Castle set up their bows, aimed at Fern and began to fire their arrows.

With only two "knocks" and "knocks!", the arrows hit their destination, but they didn't do any damage to Fern.

"What! he took the shield of the giant shielder!, still with one hand!" Brandt watched as Fern rode through the archer's nets with his shield in one hand and into the castle.

"This perverted weird man. With a curse, Brandt drew his saber and went downstairs, followed by two archers with daggers drawn.

"Man, I saw him come in—" Brandt circled around the bottom of the castle a few times, but could not see the shadow of a fly except for the horse.

"Oh no," Brandt hurried upstairs.

"Well done!" the gamblers who weighed on Fern were the first to erupt in deafening applause and cheers.

I saw that Fern cut off the red flag and stood on the top of the castle with the flag held high, and he had climbed the castle with his bare hands at a speed beyond ordinary people just now!

His black hair was soaked with sweat, and he let out an angry roar in front of the royal table, and he finally proved his strength in today's athletic tournament.

......

After the game, the finance room on the top floor of the Royal Castle.

Standing in front of the window, Rériol crushing the wine glass in his hand, looked coldly at the city beneath his feet, his eyes filled with rage.

"Father," Brandt bowed his head, frustrated, "Your Majesty Wells must be disappointed in me. "This year, I made an exception to join the reward of entering the deepest part of Valhalla, presumably with the help of my father Reriol to get such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but I didn't expect to give it up.

"Hmph, if he wants to win, let him win!" said Reriol no more, "Anufara, get the hell out of here." ”

"Master...", a ghostly figure appeared in the shadow of the curtain.

"This, what is this!" Brandt instinctively drew his sword as he stared warily at the half-human, half-ghost "bandage man".

"What's the matter with you, why didn't you stop that Ferne!" said Reriol like an angry lion.

"Master, please calm your anger. Anufara's tone of voice was still calm, "This miss is not an accident, I borrowed the power of the dark crystal that avoids people's ears, but there is an invisible position in the entire arena that interferes with the operation of the black crystal." ”

"Dark Crystal, it's a big sin to keep it private!" Brant grew more and more confused, and his father and the ugly creature seemed to be hiding many secrets.

"What nonsense are you talking about, if it weren't for Anufara secretly helping you with the Dark Crystal last year, you think you could win that Ferne?"

"Dark Crystal, he helped me, yes, it wasn't me winning the game openly! I knew it was insulting the knight's glory!" Brandt broke down and left the room.

"Can interfere with the Dark Crystal... Could it be the Holy Envoy of Silver Shield City..."Reriol was not distracted by the quarrel between father and son.

Unlike other crystals, black crystals are very rare, symbolizing disaster and bad luck, and are an extreme crystal - even the user's mind can be polluted by dark crystals. However, the Holy Envoys from Silver Shield City, especially the Guardians of the Holy Shield, have a natural repulsive power towards the Black Crystal, which is not a deliberate resistance, but a natural "holy body". In other words, if your dark crystal is unstable during use, then the people of Silver Shield City are near you.

However, Reriol quickly rejected his idea, because according to the information provided by "that person", three of the seven holy envoys of Silver Shield City stayed in Silver Shield City with the guardians of the holy shield, two of the remaining four were in Iron Rock City, and one was in Serdia in the north, and the last one went to the relic forest in the west, and it was impossible to have an eighth holy envoy, and it was in Turkland...

Could it be...

Leriol suddenly remembered the rumors of the book of prophecy that was being written in Silver Shield City.