The tips of the spears of the two were almost piercing each other's eyes, and at this moment, I saw them draw their swords at their waists at the same time, cut off each other's spears, and then instigated the war horses under their crotches, holding their swords alone, like two thunderbolts colliding together. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"If you're a wanderer, I can consider promoting you to the lord!" sparks flickered as the two swords clung to each other, and the short beard shouted as he approached Mike from his closed mask.

"I'm afraid I won't have this chance!" Mike roared wildly, and jerked his saber up, the Angora totem on his bare back instantly turned bright red in the firelight.

The shortbeard's saber was thrown into the air in an instant, but it didn't come out of his hand, and then he quickly withdrew his saber, but the enemy's sword had already stabbed at the junction of his hand and shoulder armor.

In an instant, he felt a tingling pain in his shoulder, and the demon jumped up on his front hooves, he gritted his teeth, and jerked back his body, and the bear's head saber that pierced into his shoulder was drawn, and along with the hot and humid blood, a brilliant crimson was drawn in the air.

Mike smiled fiercely, he watched the blood on his saber fall into the dust, and then his eyes moved to the enemy in front of him, the guy seemed to be completely enraged.

The duel stopped for a few seconds, but only for a few seconds, and the white horse with the black spot on its head rushed again, accompanied by the deafening roar of the short beard, which seemed to cost him his life, his glory, and his precious knightly dignity, and then they slammed together like two wild beasts that had lost their minds.

The bear's saber swung upward, causing the short-bearded helmet to hum, and the sword had wounded Mike's arm before, but only half an inch of flesh, and they were entangled for a while, and the two horses kicked each other in the abdomen with their hooves, and they were too close together to exert force, until the owner on his back parted them again.

Mike grabbed the reins with one hand and drove the horse around his crotch in a circle, slashing down in an attempt to shatter the shortbeard's head, dodging back and forth on the horse's back, as if the cone under his crotch was a vast grassland.

At the last moment, the bear's head sword struck his opponent in the neck, and the mustache fell off the horse's back, and the warhorse, known as the demon, raised its front hooves, kicked Mike's warhorse, and then leaned over to protect its master.

After rolling a few laps, Mike angrily got up from the ground, and then strode towards his opponent, and at this time Shortbeard also stood up, but looked a little shaky, he staggered back two steps, and the moment the distance was pulled away, Mike swung his sword and slashed, hitting the enemy's arm, the armor made a bronze bell-like buzz, and the long sword fell to the ground.

Mike seemed to be waiting for this moment, as if he had deliberately shot down the enemy's sword, not his helmet, and he was waiting for the moment when the enemy bent down to pick up the sword so that he could cut off the enemy's head, but Shortbeard stood still, not picking up the sword that was considered life.

After a few seconds, he was seen to unbuckle his armor and take off his helmet, revealing his scrawny face and well-trimmed short beard. "You're a true knight!" he confessed, with a thick Eridu accent, "even if I were the son of a marquis, and I didn't know who you were, where you came from, or if you were loyal to the lords of other realms, I would have to surrender to you, because you didn't kill me, and you could have done just now." I am Sir Dak Ukara, Commander of the Border Guard of Eridu, and I am honored to fight you, and you are willing to accept my sincerest—"

Before he could finish speaking, the self-proclaimed Dark's Frontier Commander fainted, like an impregnable copper wall, and collapsed in front of Mike, and the knights around him rushed forward.

Mike put the bear's head saber into its scabbard and stood aside, but fortunately the knights who rushed forward did not glare at him, nor did they draw their swords at him, not even a foul word. They took off Sir Dark's armor and scrubbed him with a soaked handkerchief.

Duck's wrist seemed to be broken, his men used a splint to fix him, and made a sling, after treating the wound, the guy who seemed to know how to heal helped Mike bandage the wound, at this time Duck came to his senses, but even though the broken bones made him numb and painful, he only frowned slightly, and did not even make a half-mutter.

"I'm sorry, honorable knight. He said, "You beat me and win very beautifully! So you will get three good horses, and plenty of water and meat." He lowered his head, coughed lightly, and then lifted it up again, "I beseech you, that I may receive you and your friends with the highest courtesy of Elidu!"

"You're so generous," Mike said, with a blank expression, "and before that, let my friend go." ”

"Of course!" Darker waved at one of the servants with his uninjured hand, then stood up with the help of his men. "Your Excellency, can you tell me your name!" he said, "if it is an honor!"

"I'll have to ask my friend, he's the head now. ”

"You're on a secret mission?" Duck raised an eyebrow, "If so, ignore what I just said." ”

"You'll have to ask him, too. Mike said cautiously.

"Okay, this way, please. Duck took a step back and gestured to the buildings behind the low walls.

After a while, the three of them followed Duck into the tallest building, which, though only three floors, was large enough for hundreds of people to dine at once, and as it was, almost all the knights had gathered here, and by the time they were seated, the table was already full of sumptuous dinners.

"Sorry to excuse me. There was a fluent lingua franca from the back. Mike leaned slightly to the side, and an attendant helped him fill the goblet in front of him, and he turned his head and glanced at the attendant curiously.

"Sorry, Your Excellency, please forgive us for communicating in the language of Eridu, for it is not appropriate to speak any other language here. Dark, who was sitting in the upper seat, seemed to see Mike's curiosity, "But you beat me, and for that reason, everyone here has to speak the lingua franca tonight." He raised his glass and smiled at the guest, "This is just one of the highest etiquette items. ”

Mike picked up the glass in front of him and took a small sip, a strong cherry flavor tumbling on the tip of his tongue, no worse than the wine of Karta. "Thank you, Sir Dark!" he smiled back as he put down his glass.

"Well, I think you're hungry for a long time, and your friends," Duck turned his gaze to Alan and Sersi, "Your Excellency, try the food of Eridu! No matter where you come from, if you've eaten the food of Eridu, I bet you won't miss the taste of home again!"

Alan glanced at Duck with displeasure on his face, then picked up a small black fruit and threw it back into his mouth.