Alan coughed a few times, then spat on it. When his head hit the cold wall of mud and rubble, he saw mottled blood spilled through his painful blurred vision.www.biquge.info For a moment, he felt that he was not being hit against the wall by holding his head down, but that he was directly strangled with a noose, and even breathing became extravagant.

He took a moment to consider whether or not to admit his identity, but in the end he sat up in pain and raised his gaze to the man who had just hit him.

The creature had green eyes, hair yellower than the dirt under his feet, seemed to be a few years younger than himself, in his early twenties, and wore a delicate brass armor with oak leaf coats of arms clearly branded at the junction between his chest and hand.

"You want to kill me?!" he cried out in disgust, then licked his gums with his tongue, trying to sense whether the teeth were broken by touch, "It's kind of to let go of my hand again, we're going to do it with real guns!"

"Shut your—"

"I'll show you what swordsmanship is!" Eren interrupted him viciously, "As a knight, you beat up a man who has no power to fight back, what is the difference between that and murdering a woman and a child?! You think you are honored? No! You are already fucking against honor when you pull my hair and press it against the wall, idiot!"

The young knight crouched beside him, grabbed his hair again, and pulled his head back without hesitation. "You're annoying!" he yelled in an accented lingua franca, "and if you pop another word out of this mouth, I'll cut off your head!"

"Listen! Outlander!" the bearded man standing in front of the three of them opened his mouth again, "This is the last time I ask you!, from which territory, what purpose, the name of your lord!!"

"Hey, mustache, why don't you untie me?!" Alan stubbornly raised his head, "I'm going to duel you this time!"

"I've already given you a chance, wanderer!" Shortbeard squinted fiercely as he put his hands behind his back, "What's more, my father is a marquis, and his heir doesn't need to give you such a scoundrel any glorious duel!"

"I can't tell that you oily-haired guy is the son of a marquis!" Alan smiled arrogantly, "You just rejected the challenge of the greatest swordsman in Sumer, and you are dishonoring your family, mustache!"

"You only get one chance, and I gave it to you. Shortbeard smiled fiercely back, "What's more, duels are not allowed in the border fortresses, I have already violated the system, everyone here eats Elidu's salary, I don't need to give the border crossers another chance!"

"That's a good reason!" Mike, who was also tied behind his back, suddenly opened his mouth, "Marquis's son, you just agreed to his challenge in violation of the system, why don't you give me a chance?"

"You're all in this together," Shortbeard shook his head, "don't try to get a second chance from me, answer my questions!"

"Are you scared?" Mike laughed.

"Only a despicable scoundrel like you would escape!"

"You're angry, which means you're really scared!"

"No! no!"

"Your tall eyebrows speak for themselves!!"

"You-" The shortbeard stiffly chopped off his tongue. He glared angrily at the strong man tied up in front of him, and the honor of the knight seemed to overwhelm his mind. In the next second, he hurried towards the three of them, drew the saber at his waist, and stabbed Mike fiercely on the far left.

After a few seconds, Mike opened his closed eyes, and after a brief pause, he realized that he had not gone to another world, but that a pair of keen cat's eyes had appeared, and there was a fire dancing in the amber pupils.

"How do you want to duel?" said Shortbeard, gritting his teeth.

"A horse, a spear, and my saber. Mike pressed his restless heart and said with ease, "No armor is needed, because you can't touch me at all!"

"Oh, really?"

After a while, Mike got what he wanted, although this tall stallion with black coat was not comparable to his previous warhorses, and the spear did not seem to be too sharp, but fortunately he still had his own saber, these three things were enough for him to defeat his opponent, he had this confidence, and then turned on his horse and put the spear on his shoulder. "Come, son of the brave Marquis!" he cried out at the top of his throat, "you will soon regret this decision!"

"Don't overjoy, outlander. Shortbeard said calmly, "No one in Elidu can make it past two rounds under me. He turned on his horse and handed over his helmet, and when he put on the heavy helmet, outsiders could only catch a glimpse of his amber cat's eyes through the cracks in the iron.

"What if I win?!" Mike raised the spear on his shoulder and hissed at the ironhead man opposite.

"Three minutes, oh no, a minute! In a minute, I'll receive your corpse with the highest etiquette of Elidu!" the shortbeard replied in a high voice, "If you're still alive," he laughed maniacally, "that's unlikely, but if you win me, even if it's a tie with me! You'll be the king of Elidu's horseback!

As the words reached Mike's ears, the speckled horse flew like an arrow.

A flash of light flashed from the bottom up. The spear used by Shortbeard seemed to be less common, perhaps it should be called a halberd, and the edge of the iron weapon was almost covered with sharp barbs, and if it were hit, even if it was just scratched, I was afraid that the whole arm would be torn off.

Just as Shortbeard attacked first, Mike turned his horse's head in place, and he saw the enemy's feint, and the real target of the spear was his head, not the head of the previous warhorse.

And the moment he dodged the attack, the shortbeard stopped his horse in an instant, and moved swiftly without dragging his feet, and then the white horse, which he called a demon, rushed in the direction that Mike had turned, along with the spear covered with barbs.

Mike had to turn around again, and the short beard followed, and when the two galloped to the low battlements, the campfires along the side were almost blown out by the wind brought out by the horses, and the two horses were so fast that only a phantom remained, and the crowd of onlookers was dizzying.

A few seconds later, Mike picked up a brazier and smashed it into the chasing Shortbeard, which was shattered by the barbed blade of the spear and turned into a cloud of flames in midair, and the Mustache burst out of the flames and leaped high with the demon in his crotch, the burning oil scurrying across the spear, and then stabbing wildly at the close range of enemies.

Mike used the reflection of the spear blade to see the spear attacking behind him, only to see him slam the reins with one hand, leaning to the right side, and his superb riding skills made the front hooves of the war horse under his crotch jump high, and use inertia in the air to turn to his back, and the spear in his hand also turned around with the help of inertia.

In the next second, the two spears collided and struck together, and after flashing a sparkle of fire, they quickly stabbed each other's eyes.