"Ten rounds have come. Pen %Fun %Cabinet www.biquge.info stop, Lancelot. I will personally end this duel. Count Frederick shouted to stop.

Lancelot hastily stopped, but the huge inertia of the power sword did not obey the call, the tip of the sword rubbed against Watson's visor and drew diagonally, and then swept the ground up, picking out the last circle of whirlwind slashes, and was finally slammed into the floor tiles by Lancelot, and with a "poof", it sank into the ground three feet, leaving only two feet of the hilt buzzing and trembling. Only then did the speed of the power sword return to zero, and it stopped quietly.

Lancelot knelt on the floor tiles with his sword, bowed his head and gasped violently, sweat dripping from his visor and hitting the tiles "tick-tock". The snow-white cloak then fell and covered the floor tiles.

After a moment's pause, Lancelot's divine grace radiation power steadily decreased, and then he whispered, "Yes, Your Highness the Earl." ”

At the end of the ten swords, the high-ranking knights of Sirisha were defeated and lost. The heart-wrenching sound of the piano ended slowly, Qingyue's applause fell, and Elaine appeared behind the railing on the second floor, applauding gently, looking down at the half-kneeling Lancelot, and praised with a pleasant face: "The sword of the bright moon is impressive." ”

Frederick frowned and looked up, and saw Elaine glancing at her condescendingly, her pretty face expressionless, not even her beautiful long eyelashes. She wore a crisp white lace shirt and loose blue shorts, which made the charming bare legs behind the railing look slender and full. The long purple hair spread out in a dashing manner, and the ends of the hair fluttered behind the white calves. Lily stood behind her with folded hands, seemingly a head shorter than her.

Elaine's condescending and intimate eyes made Frederick can't help but stare at her, and time seems to have run away, making him forget to look away. This faux pas offended Elaine, and her red eyes narrowed curiously, as if trying to see Frederick more clearly.

But Watson's screams interrupted it all. After the power sword stopped, Watson opened the safety on the hilt with a "snap", and the ventilation groove on the spine of the blazing sword was closed, cutting off the oxygen supply, and the unquenchable fire was extinguished with a "bang".

Then Watson abandoned his sword, raised his helmet with both hands and threw it away, not even caring that the helmet was rolling on the floor tiles, and in vain he raised his hot hands, closed his eyes and shouted miserably: "Help me! help me!"

His silent friend had long since ripped off his skirt, dipped himself in a cold beer, and bent down to gently wipe Watson's blackened face. The black smoke wiped away, Watson's face was as red as a steamed crab, his eyebrow bones were bald, and the hair on the front of his head was burned to a scorched earth, and the burnt hair turned into powder with a single touch.

The knight of Sirisha, who was almost disfigured by the flames, Watson was not the first, nor the last. The Silent Knight colds Watson's burned face with a cold beer, and squeezes Watson's shoulder tightly, warning him to stop screaming and not to disgrace Sirisha.

Lancelot, on the other hand, had straightened up and stood up, his well-dressed snow plate armor with three transparent scars and severe burns. Frederick told Jacob with concern: "Go and treat Sir Lancelot's wounds." ”

With a "poof", Lancelot proudly pulled out the power sword in the stone bricks, pressed the hilt of the sword with both hands in front of him, and stared at the earl, a pair of blue eyes gleone worriedly in the knight's helmet: "Earl, do you have to defeat him with your own hands?" Although Watson is injured, he is still very dangerous - he is an awakened knight after all!"

Watson had barely quelled the pain with a cold beer, gripped the flaming sword again, and stared at the Count with hatred, expecting him to be there in person.

The anger of the defeat and the shame of the gaffe caused Watson's chest to rise and fall sharply, and the despicable murderous intent had quietly sprouted, and he did not say a word, lest he scare away the young Count Frederick. He had almost lost his sanity, and desperately needed hot blood to extinguish the flames of the Blazing Sword.

Count Frederick could not bear this direct provocation, he gritted his teeth and glared at Watson, who was eager to try, and declared categorically: "The Duchy of Sirisa, in charge of the defense line of the Danno River, has privately negotiated peace with the enemy! Today, the knight of Sirisha dares to appear in my territory, and dares to stain his vile fist with the blood of the citizens of Bafaria! Fort William will not allow a traitorous knight to act recklessly in our territory. So!"

Count Frederick unfastened his blue cloak, threw it into the air, stared at Watson, and burst out between his teeth: "So I must end this duel myself, inscribe glory with death, and defend pride with blood!" Even if this Silesa knight escapes the noose, he must accept the ruling of the power sword. Only a duel can give true fairness. ”

Lancelot stared down at the ground, gritted his teeth and clenched the power sword in his hand, and thought to himself, "Yes! Despicable treasonous knights, who are making a lot of nonsense in our territory, who flirt with their might, who beat civilians with impunity, and who bleed when the blazing sword is against the neck of a citizen, we, as a defeated nation, cannot send him to the gallows!" Compared to this sad injustice, this sacred duel with great disparity in strength is truly fair, because only in this duel can the Count pronounce Watson to death, and it will not cause war!"

While Lancelot was wavering with anger, Frederick had already passed by Lancelot, and with firm and domineering snatched the heavy power sword from the palm of the chief knight, and said to the world with a grim face: "Lord Watson of Sirisa: By means of a sacred duel under the Knightly Pact, I, Frederick Heinrich van Wilhelm, as the Count of Fort William, pronounce you to death in the name of lord of Bafaria. ”

The cloak that was thrown into the sky by the Earl's hand was bulging and falling, and Madame Mary caught the cloak on tiptoe, and was about to fold it with her heart when she suddenly heard the Earl's angry sentence, and her heart was shocked, and she remembered the humiliating scene of the Watson knight pinching her chin and wantonly flirting with her—even she herself endured in silence, and the Count actually saw it, and settled the account after the autumn, and made a happy sentence to the unscrupulous foreign knight!

Madame Mary's heart was as warm as a winter bed, and she bowed her head and folded the count's cloak neatly. Beside her, Sheffield and the technicians shouted with their fists: "Long live the Count!"

Lancelot was robbed of his sword by the Earl, and when he heard the death sentence pronounced, he was excited with pride and remorse, and with apprehension and excitement intertwined in his chest, he looked up at the Earl's long and slender back, and an impulse to die of allegiance arose.

Lily put her hands on her lips, tears streaming down her face, and her voice trembled to a slender voice: "They...... Do they hate Sirisha so much?"

"Of course. Because of the betrayal of the Principality of Sirisha, the Nine-Nation Alliance won the war. Elaine frowned and stared at Frederick's back, clenching her fists slightly: "This stupid earl has done what everyone wants to do but dare not do. ”

"Won't you dissuade him! He is brave and righteous and full of blood, and he will surely lead the revival of Fort William!Can you let him restrain himself from the precipice?" Lily's tears wet her long eyelashes, and tears rippled in the blink of an eye, pleading with Elaine in her heart.

"Without force, all qualities are empty words. Without the awakened heir of the Van Cleek nobility, it is impossible to survive on the secession continent. Elaine closed her eyes: "Lily, please restrain your overflowing sympathy and learn to respect other people's decisions - they are born alone, and they can only walk their own way." Instead of stopping him, convey your heart and encourage him to rush through the thorns ahead. ”

"How?" Lily was stunned. She was fantasizing in her head and quietly giving Watson a smothering stick.