"Owen Norton?" Androni felt familiar when she heard the name, and the gentle-looking squire behind him stepped forward and began to speak in Andronie's ear. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Oh, it's the young king of the Golden Lion Kingdom, I've been friends with him for a long time. Androni suddenly realized at the prompting of the squire, and then looked at Matthew Norton with fiery eyes and said: "You can reach the legendary level at the age of thirty!

"Yes, Your Highness. Matthew Norton replied with some pride.

Although Androni was very fascinated by His Royal Highness the King, she pressed back the excitement in her heart and continued to say to Matthew Norton: "But that doesn't explain why you joined my team. You know the relationship between our Rhine League and your Golden Alliance."

When Matthew Norton heard this, he smiled with a smile that was not worth his life, and of course there was no woman here to confuse him. I only heard him say, "That's because I know that with Richard and Your Highness, you can win the final championship." ”

As soon as this explanation came out, Richard and Androni looked at each other, and then Androni and Andronie looked at Matthew Norton, very seriously. Matthew Norton looked back with a very sincere expression. The eyes of the three of them met, and it seemed that some kind of electricity was generated in the air......

Eventually, Androni issued a decision: "So...... I'll just let you in. ”

"Thank you, Your Highness, and I hope we have a happy cooperation. And you Richard. Matthew Norton gave another aristocratic salute and retired. Next will be the qualifier time.

The Young Knights Championship held in the Land of Bridges attracted nearly 10,000 young knights (under the age of 30) from all over the continent to participate. Maybe there's also the charm of the princess of the country of bridges.

Except for the more than 100 noble knights who received invitations who could directly participate in the play-in tournament, the other knights will compete for the remaining 400 or so play-in places in the qualifiers.

The competition is very high, and it is impossible for the country of bridges to go through the events next to each other as before, and the final points will be awarded to determine who qualifies for the play-in tournament. This time, because of the large number of people, the qualifiers of the country of bridges are very simple and rude, that is, they will fight directly, and they will be shortlisted if they can break into the top 400 in one go.

(Think of nearly 10,000 knights, some small knights are only about 200 people, and the big ones will not exceed 811.) Therefore, the strength of nearly 10,000 knights cannot be ignored, nor can they be easily offended, and choosing to use force that everyone recognizes to advance is the best way to express justice. ）

Nearly 10,000 knights, with their retinue, guards, and so on, the whole valley was full of people and lively. In addition, the civilians of the Bridge Country who came to see the bustle, the soldiers of the Bridge Country who maintained order, the workers who maintained and repaired the stadium, and so on. Except for the arena where the magic array was fenced off and laid out, there were no people in the valley, and everywhere else was crowded with people.

Under Andronie's encouraging gaze, Richard and Thunder stepped down from the noble stands, found the arena where they were going to play, and prepared to start.

The competition is about to start, and the rules of the competition have been informed. That is, to put on the soft armor prepared by the Bridge Country for each participating knight, and to take the unopened longsword or other blunt weapon prepared by the Bridge Country. In the game, you can show your fighting spirit, you can expand the field, and you can use all kinds of normal means anyway. But like what kind of hidden weapon, it is not allowed to bring your own god costume into the field. The two men in the race must observe the spirit of chivalry and must not pursue after one of them has conceded defeat or fallen to the ground.

Richard donned the magically blessed soft armor (mainly to protect against life-threatening danger), and chose a two-handed warhammer to enter the playing field.

There were several magic arrays in the venue, including suppressing the dissipation of fighting energy, and the field spread out too much. Record the score of hitting the opponent's key points. Winner Decision. Finally, it is to carry out automatic rescue to prevent one party from falling to the ground and the other party from losing strength.

Richard's first opponent was a knight who looked younger than him, and seemed to have just made the cut before he could show his fighting spirit. Seeing Richard holding a huge two-handed war hammer, covering his whole body with ice and fire, the knight subconsciously wanted to admit defeat......

......

On the other side of the valley, on the stands of a certain noble.

A young nobleman sat on the main seat. Behind him sat a middle-aged knight with arms folded and eyes half-closed. The knight sat there only, and anyone who came to the young nobleman of the lord's seat could not help but look at him. But just one glance, these people will suddenly feel a cold wind coming, and then a blizzard is coming, engulfing them in an instant......

Fortunately, this was just the aura that the middle-aged knight inadvertently exuded, and soon these people would recover, although their faces were pale, but they were even more in awe of the silent middle-aged knight in their hearts, and they also paid tribute to the young knight on the main seat.

It stands to reason that the deeper the realm, the more you can control the emanation and fluctuation of your own power. And the aura of power exuded by the middle-aged knight proved that he must be a legendary-level powerhouse. But why can't you control your own power? There is only one possibility, this person is about to break through. Break through the legendary ranks and become a demigod.

A noble official of the Bridge Country, sweating profusely, followed an attendant from under the stands. When he came to the young nobleman, he first swept away the shadow of the person behind him in awe, and then whispered in the ear of the young nobleman.

Soon speaking, the official of the country of the bridge immediately retired. The young nobleman stood up from his seat, came to the middle-aged knight, and said to him very respectfully: "Teacher Ka Miao, you asked me to inquire about the news, but ......"

The middle-aged knight sitting there was none other than Ka Miao, the legendary silver knight from the kingdom of Leon Castile in the midst of a civil war. And this nobleman, of course, is Charles Leon, the son of the eldest prince (the self-proclaimed current king) in the civil war.

Ka Miao opened her eyes, looked at her apprentice, and motioned for him to continue.

"There are more than 300 people named Richard who came to participate in the competition...... I think my junior brother ......"

Charles Leon didn't finish his sentence when he was interrupted by Ka Miao: "He's your senior brother." ”

Charles Leon immediately changed his words, although he did not show anything on his face, but he had already begun to hate this fellow disciple named Richard in his heart. Why should I, as the son of the king, the future heir of the kingdom, beg my father to tell my grandmother to worship Master Ka Miao as a teacher, but how can I know that a boy who doesn't know which country is already a student of Master Ka Miao, it is really annoying.