Risedar had probably never been so anxious about others and himself in his life, and for that distant visitor from France, at this time, even Risedar, who thought that his cultivation was better than ordinary people, couldn't help but curse him several times from the bottom of his heart. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info and a few Mithraj people may also join the ranks, because almost none of the Navi people want to miss the ceremony of the birth of "Shiluda", and the only one who does not put his displeasure on his face is the usually serious Olm.

"How's it going, did you find it?"

"Nope."

"Damn it, is that guy really that Thorgrande Leus?" Lisedar cursed again in his heart.

"Forget it, I'll find it myself."

Navi's wise man was indeed an efficient man, and soon after he set out in person, he found Sogre in the corner of the already sparsely populated market. And Sogrend was paying the money to the stall owner, the old woman, who had indeed just returned, but during this time Sogrerd had helped her sell almost all the goods. This overjoyed the old woman, and after taking a stack of silver coins and some other exchanged items from Sogrande, she decided at once to give the crystal to this young man who was very good at business, and asked him to come again this time next year.

"Ah, it's Lord Lisedar, what's the matter with you in such a hurry?" Thorgrande was dragged aside by Navi's brains in a state of complete confusion.

"I'm fine," Lisedar sneered, "If you don't hurry up and go with me, all the people of Navi will know that the big beauties of the Pharansi army have come to us for a beauty pageant." ”

Sogrend just replied, "Then we'll go at once, talking as we go." ”

Gronchar sat on the sidelines for a while, and although he was looking forward to the opportunity to come, it didn't make him feel anything to worry about or impatient. The elder who presided over the tournament and the ceremony saw that there were no new challengers for so long, so he came up and decided to declare Gronshire the winner of this Divine Fighting Skill.

"If no one is willing to come up and show their courage now, then I will declare ......"

"Wait a minute, please give latecomers a chance." This was the voice of Lisedar, and everyone couldn't help but look curiously in the direction of the source of the voice, Navi's brain didn't look like a last-minute challenger.

Before Risedar's words fell, a weapon arced confidently in the air and plunged neatly into the dirt of the playing field. Everyone looked at it and saw that it was a sword, a sword that perfectly blended beauty and danger, a sword that any Navi warrior, or even a Mastar knight, would have disdained in the past. However, now no Nawei person who cares a little about public opinion will not take this sword lightly, because the owner of the sword has recently accomplished many feats that Nawei warriors dare not imagine.

"Dear ladies and gentlemen, I don't know if there is a rule that excludes outsiders from participating in competitions. If there were, I think it would be a pity. Sogrend walked out of his back behind Risedar and walked towards the playing field.

Sogrande's appearance should not be the type that the Navi man likes, but the people on the scene can't take their eyes off him for the time being. Thorgrande knew to show the Navi that he was going to show his might, but he didn't know how far he could perform. However, according to later recollections, if Gronchar was like Helldamme guarding the Rainbow Bridge, Saulgrande Leuss must have made people think that the sun god Frey had come to earth that day.

The elders presiding over the ceremony would immediately gather to discuss the issue, which had never happened before.

Before the elders could come to any conclusion, Gronshire had already stepped onto the arena with his battle axe in his hand, and said to Thorgrande in a loud voice: "Guest from a foreign land, I accept your challenge. Let's have a great and real battle, and then respectfully dedicate it to Odin! With that, he raised his battle axe and let out a long roar into the sky. The reason why Gronchar was so eager to accept the challenge was that he had heard about the almost legendary night of Sogrend after coming to the Valley of Wale, and as the best warrior of Navi, he would never let go of this opportunity; On the other hand, the man's sixth sense tells him that the challenger in front of him has come specifically to stop him, and he can't back down, otherwise he will lose the possibility of achieving his goal forever.

At this time, the elders also seemed to have made a decision, "Honorable guest, valiant wolf slayer, there is nothing in our ancestors' rules that can deprive you of the opportunity to compete for glory before the gods, as long as Gronchar has no objection, then please start your game as soon as possible." ”

As soon as the elder's words fell, the scene once again resounded with the cheers of the Nawei people and the beating of shields, like a storm, chaotic and unified. The two men who participated in the race each began to prepare, and Sogrend walked slowly over and drew his sword; Gronshire swung his axe a few times. On the sidelines, China didn't have the slightest sense of crisis, but when she saw Sogrand suddenly appear and challenge Gronchar, she was keenly aware that she was in trouble, although she didn't know what the trouble was.

"It's time to go." The elder announced.

The two men stood still, but neither of them took a stance, and seemed to be observing each other for the first time. This didn't last long, it was only a few seconds, in fact. But in many cases, the atmosphere alone can paralyze the human perception of time, and it is precisely this atmosphere that Gronshire and Saulgrande are creating.

Gronshire moved first, and with a loud shout, he swung his tomahawk and charged at his opponent. Sogrand was a latecomer, but in the eyes of others, the two men shot almost at the same time. Both of them invariably chose a backhand slash, and the swords and axes collided violently, and the splashing sparks were still clearly visible even in the bright full moon.

Thorgrande endured the impact of the opponent's strength beyond the normal range, and turned his wrist, which was already a little numb, and the back of the sword of "Tooth Moon" pressed against the back of the opponent's axe, and stabbed flat into the left shoulder of Gronshar. Of course, it was impossible for Gronshire to let his opponent succeed so easily, he had a considerable advantage in strength, and with a slam of both hands to the right, he blocked the opponent's attack to one side, and instead pressed Thorgbard's sword down.

Seeing this, Sogre immediately kicked the opponent's axe, and although it was impossible to completely open it, at least it revealed a gap that allowed him to pull the "Tooth Moon" back. And Gronchar was not polite at all, and it was a flirtatious blow, completely aimed at the opponent's head. The axe was so fast that Sogre would have had his scalp cut off if he was short right away. Without any hesitation, he quickly raised his sword upwards as he leaned short. The hilt struck the axe just right, directing Gronchar's power completely upward, and the dark strands of hair drifted out several feet with the wind from the axe.

Sogrerd didn't care, he just pounced on Gronshire in a very irregular position. Apparently there was no way he could succeed, and Gronshar's iron elbow slammed into the back of Tooth Moon's sword, and with an awkward counter-wrist movement, his own axe struck Thorgrande's neck again. Sogrand could only use the strength of the opponent's elbow to withdraw the "Tooth Moon" and raise his sword again to block the opponent's axe. However, it seemed that Gronchar had adjusted his strength in a short moment, and the axe he swung knocked Sogrerd out of the air.

The two sides have been in a breathless state of mind in the past few rounds, and it seems completely wrong to think that Gronshal was called "the No. 1 Warrior of Navi" because of his prowess. Gronshire was able to respond to the opponent's attacks so flexibly in such a small space, and the skills displayed by both sides in these few rounds were beyond the imagination of the Navi people before.

Sogrend rolled a few laps on the ground, but didn't fall off the field. Cena stood up unconsciously on the side, focusing all her attention on the game. Seeing the scene just now, she realized that because her fists were clenched too tightly, her palms had been punctured twice by her fingernails. The pointed nails were stained with a slight stain of blood, and they were shockingly red.

When almost everyone thought the battle was over, Gronshire repositioned himself in the direction in which Sogre had fallen. If his estimate was correct, the blow just now should not have caused much damage due to the good self-protection measures taken by the other party.

"I seem to have taken advantage of the situation, do you need to change your weapon, or should I change it too." Thorgrande smiled and got up from the ground.

Gronshire looked down at his axe, and sure enough, the blade of the axe that had been fighting against the "Tooth Moon" twice in front of him was already full of cracks, and in a few places even a little iron nitrate had fallen. If it weren't for the incredible force of both sides, it would not have been possible to inflict such damage on the weapon. Without hesitation, he threw away the axe and shouted to his people to find him a new one.

"Gronchar, don't look for it, just use me, and then!" Everyone looked, and the one who spoke, Romedahl.

Gronshar took what Romeidal had thrown at him, ripped off the black cloth that wrapped the object, and the battle axe, later known as "Romerat", appeared in his hand. None of the Navi people on the scene could take their eyes off this weapon, knowing that it was something that any warrior could only dream of. "Romerat" means "warrior's right hand", and its name is to be recited by the warriors of Navi from this day onwards.

"Why do I feel like I'm digging my own grave?" Thorgrande muttered to himself.

Gronchar also fell in love with the axe, rubbing the cyan face of the axe and jerking it high above his head, causing it to reflect the bright moonlight. He felt that his soul seemed to resonate with his ancient ancestors, and he couldn't help but let out a loud shout. The Navi people present were also infected by him, and for the third time they began to enthusiastically beat their shields with their axes, pushing the atmosphere of the whole game to the climax.

"Come, brave man from afar." Gronshire retracted his senses and looked earnestly at Thorgrande.

"Attention!" Sogrend got just as serious, shouted loudly, and attacked the opponent in a beautiful S-shape.

(Okay, so the following battles switch to FE mode, according to the pedigree settings:

Saulgrande Occupation: Knights of the Lower Horse, STR: 18; SKL：20； SPD：22； DEF：15； LUK：25

Stunts: Cut, Continuous, Nirvana, Moonshine, Leader, Chase

Weapons: "Tooth Moon" (power 14, accuracy 90, kill 15, weight 8)

Total hits: 150; Avoidance: 55, Damage to opponent: 12, HP: 55

Gronshire Class: Barbarian, STR: 22; SKL：20； SPD：18； DEF：20； LUK：21

Stunts: Cut, Continuous, Nirvana, Praying, Ambush

Weapons: "Romerat" (20 power, 84 hits, 30 kills, 16 weights)

Total hits: 144; Avoidance: 25, damage to opponent: 27, HP62

Thanks to the sword and axe, Sogrend's actual hit was 145 and Gronshire was 69. Both sides have insights, and all the killings are nullified. Gronchar's ambush is not counted in duel mode, nor is the command of Saulgrand's 5 stars. The attack speed of the two sides is 14 to 2, and Sogrand can chase down the opponent. The battle begins.

Sogre attacked, hit; Gronshire counters and hits; Sogrand pursued, hit; Sogre attacked, hit; The opponent counterattacks, launches continuously, hits, is evaded (cold, Sogrand only 1hp); Sogrand pursues, launches continuously, hits, hits; Thorgrande attacks, the moonlight is activated, and is dodged (Gronshire only has 2HP, and it's good to have a prayer, at this time, Sogrande's actual hit is only 55, but Gronshire still has to rely on luck to avoid the moonlight)

The battle is forced to end. ）

The two men have been battling each other for dozens of rounds, and anyone with a discerning eye can tell that the next round will be the decisive blow. Gronshire adjusted his breathing, he had to admit that the man in front of him, who was two years younger, was the toughest opponent he had ever faced in his life, but he was sure that he would not lose. With this belief in mind, he preemptively attacked. And his opponent, his opponent actually made a surprising move, he turned at an angle of about 40 degrees and threw his sword at Gronshar.

Gronchar easily dodged the sword that the other man threw at him, slashing with his forehand. Sogre reluctantly retreated, but it also caused him to lose his center of gravity, and he fell to the ground helplessly.

"I'm winning!" Gronshire shouted in his heart, and at the same time, a killing intent surged from the bottom of his heart, and he had the urge to kill the man in front of him, which was quite strong. So he went on to swing his axe at his opponent, who was already half of his body touching the ground.

"Bell~~~" The crisp sound of metal striking pulled Gronchar's will back from the devil, and he turned back to find the place where the sound came from. Gronchar saw the back of a man fleeing in embarrassment, and a face that was startled and then moved. "Tooth Moon" lay quietly at Ginna's feet, a glittering dagger pressed under it.

Gronchar looked back at his rival, a few strands of hair floating down his opponent's forehead from Romerat's silver-glowing blade. Thorgrande was looking at himself with a nonchalant look, as if there was no axe less than the size of a grain of wheat from his nose.

"I surrender, I throw in the towel." Thorgrande said, holding up his hand.

Gronshire silently and slowly withdrew his axe, and others thought that he was acting cautiously because the victory had not come easily, but only the wise could see how deep the unwillingness of the trembling hand was.

Since one side admits defeat on the spot, the winner is determined without question. The presiding elder stepped up to the stage and announced the results of the contest in public, to which the Navi people warmly welcomed and were very satisfied with the result. Therefore, when Sogrend came down from the field, the Navi people around him also patted him on the shoulder in a friendly way to express their comfort to the loser. From the Navi point of view, both sides of the game were brave and gracious, even as the loser was so calm in the face of death. Therefore, the Nawei people are more sure that the "wolf slayer" is not in vain; On the other hand, the ultimate victor is still the hero of his own nation after all, which also satisfies the vanity of the Nawei people. In this way, they have more respect for Sogrande.

"Now ask our Gronshire to choose this 'Shiluda' for us!" The elder proclaimed loudly.

Gronchar walked to the candidate's seat with a stiff face, and the girls were too nervous to speak or move, for fear that something inappropriate would ruin their image. Qinna didn't pay attention to this, she was just full of emotion and joy, silently picked up the "Tooth Moon" and hugged it to her chest. So much so that when Gronchar came to her, she didn't care.

"This is given to you as a thank you for helping to take care of Rehhagel." Without saying a word, Gronshire shoved a tawny object into Chenna.

Cenna was startled, she didn't expect the other person to talk to her, and it wasn't until the rich fragrance began to spread through the air that she realized what the object in her hand was. The eyes of envy and jealousy all around her were focused on her, and everyone thought that Gronchar had already made up her choice.

"Hey, your lover is about to be exposed, why aren't you in a hurry at all?" Lisedar asked, and Romerdal on the side also looked at Sogrande with a little apology and concern.

"O the first warrior of Navi, not only in the body, but also in his heart." Thorgrande nodded in praise of his opponent.

Just as he finished speaking, Gronchar turned his head, picked up a girl beside him, and hurried towards the altar. The girl he had chosen was stunned for a moment, and then staggered to follow Gronchar's footsteps with a look of shame and annoyance.

The silver moonlight shone on the clean altar, and the beautiful and pure girl prayed reverently, and the mighty warriors guarded her. Around the altar, the Nawei people celebrate the last days of the festival with singing and dancing.

Where the campfire does not shine, the lonely man stands.

"Sister."

The man standing in the shadows looked back, "It's Starr, why don't you dance?" ”

"I really hope that now on the altar, Brother Gronchar should be next to my sister, and my sister doesn't hope so?"

"Oh," Simone laughed dryly, "my dear brother, I am no longer qualified to stand on the altar. When I make that choice, I am no longer qualified, and when you make a choice, you have to give up something precious. Are you ready for that? ”

"Yes, sister." The boy's voice was firm.

"That's good, you've become stronger, and you don't need my care anymore." Simone stroked her brother's hair and face one last time with affection, and then silently turned and walked into the dark depths.