Queen Margaret took the bouquet with a shy expression, and although it only lasted for a short time, everyone on the sidelines believed that His Highness Antaras of Hitaros had gained a huge advantage in this game, both on and off the field. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Even Sogrend thinks so, and the Queen Mother is even more elated by it. The fact that the well-behaved and slightly shy son of the Langelner royal family was able to make such a romantic move, which can't help but make people sigh at the strong hereditary nature of the bloodline.

But is everyone right? Alecto, who was under the rostrum, couldn't help but think. The young queen did not bow her head, nor did she raise her head to the sky, but glanced at the prime minister in front of her several times. Alecto felt that he was just a newcomer, and that it was too much to speculate on the Queen's mind. She looked down and thought so, and as she moved her steps, she inadvertently stepped on someone.

"Ahh Alector unconsciously snorted and looked up at the unfortunate person who had been trampled on by himself, "Lord Mazarel, I'm really sorry. ”

"It doesn't matter, it's inevitable that there will be more people, and I'm also patronizing to see His Highness Antaras." Mazarel replied with a smile.

"Isn't that highness's technique quite powerful?" Alector consulted an expert.

"Pretty good, tsk, I can imagine the way he feels about the wind, like this." Mazarel held out his right hand and traced the trajectory of the flight.

"Are dragon knights always as fascinated by the sky and flying?" Alector couldn't help but ask when he saw the glint in the other party's eyes.

"Yes, just like a sailor does to the sea and sailing, no, a little bit different. Everybody dreams of flying, doesn't they? And we are the lucky ones who can make this dream come true. On a clear day, raise your mount to 300 fazs in the air, with a breeze blowing and neat cirrocumulus clouds just above your head. You'll have to try it for yourself to know how great it feels, hehe. ”

"Hopefully there will be an opportunity like this."

"There will definitely be."

After the equestrian competition, little changed in the top four positions. In addition to the two groups mentioned earlier, Countess Ramoss of Parmis and Prince George of Zigner both achieved the winning results. So, naturally, I moved on to the next project - target shooting.

The reason why the word "shooting" is not used or the word "throwing" is because it is considered that the long-range weapons that countries are good at are different. If there is a uniform rule on the death of weapons, I am afraid that it will lead to protests from the contestants because of unfairness. As a result, the Farencians formulated a competition program in which they could carry out any form of indirect attack on the target at a distance of 25 fazs (37.5 meters), and judge the winner by combining accuracy and difficulty.

The Mastar man was the first to make his appearance this time, and Albertini Jr. had a bad fall in the equestrian competition earlier, so this time he was temporarily replaced by Viscount Ambrosini. The most common individual ranged weapon used by the Mastar army was the Javelin, and Viscount Ambrosini was no exception. He motioned for the referee to stack three straw mat round targets, apparently to demonstrate the unique skills of the Mastar.

Ambrosini's javelin throwing posture is also worth learning from and appreciating even in the modern games, he runs with great power and just the right amount of power, only to hear a "flutter", the javelin pierces the red hearts of three targets, and even completely passes through the first target. The crowd applauded the performance of the first contestant, and the Mastar people were even more elated, feeling that they could always vent their bad anger this time.

"How's it going, barbarian?" Albertini Jr., who was on the list of injuries, did not forget to provoke the Navi.

"But that's it." Starr replied nonchalantly.

"Don't be stubborn, I'll see how far you can go."

Soon it was the Navi's turn, and Starr stretched out his arms and bounced towards the arena.

"That stingy guy from Faliru didn't mean he wanted to compete, he still wouldn't teach me. The practice time is not long, and the quasi-head does not know how. Starr muttered to himself. He then asked for the three targets to be stacked on top of each other.

The Navi were apparently going to use axes, and this time Starr was not asking for a small flying axe, but a larger winged axe. He spat on his hand, stepped forward and grabbed the handle of the axe, took a deep breath, and lifted the wing axe stuck in the ground. This is a double-sided axe with a more slender blade for better throwing. Starr raised the axe above his head, took a few steps forward, and threw it with great force. The Wing Axe rolled in the air, sending an arc towards its target.

With an exclamation from the audience, the wing axe did not show signs of slowing down after splitting the upper halves of the three targets, and continued to fly away, cutting off a wooden fence behind it and falling into the woods.

"Nine Rings!" After examining the target, the Farencians announced.

"Huh? Why not the Ten Rings. "Starr was not satisfied.

"You idiot didn't split the red heart, how did you give you ten rings?" Lisedal knocked him on the head. It turned out that although Starr's axe split nearly half of the target, it happened not to split the heart, so he could only get nine rings.

"It hurts," Starr clutched his head, "how can this be, if it were on the battlefield, the enemy would definitely be killed." ”

"It's the game, Starr."

"If I didn't have a good grasp of the crosshairs, otherwise I would have been able to split the whole target, and I blamed Faliru for refusing to teach me the secret of throwing."

While the Navi complained about their mistakes, the Zignans stepped onto the field.

"Please put the target in a straight line at the distance of 25, 30, and 35 farz." Prince George commanded.

When the Falencians had made arrangements, Prince George pulled the first feathered arrow from the ground.

"A Zigner may not be a good sailor, but he must be a good shooter." Sogrend muttered this sentence in Zigner's language.

"I am a little embarrassed that Lord Luce actually knows such a boastful colloquial saying in my country." Prince Henry said from the sidelines.

"I've just heard people say that, so I'm just going to ask you about the origin of this sentence."

"These are the words of my great-grandfather, Robert I."

"I see."

As he spoke, Prince George had already shot the first arrow, and the feather arrow had pierced the first two targets' hearts, and had accurately hit the third target's hearts. When the referee tried to test the first arrow, Prince George's second and third arrows followed suit, both of which hit the heart accurately.

When the referee presented the three targets to the audience, everyone couldn't help but admire the skills of the Zignerians. The first target has only one hole in the heart, and if you don't look at the last two targets, you might think that two arrows are off target. However, the second target's heart has three holes next to each other, and compared to the third target, it can be seen that the deviation of the arrow to a distance of 35 fards is also very small.

Prince George didn't care about the results, he cherished the longbow he used for the competition even more.

"Lord Ruce, with all due respect, where is the yew wood used to make this bow from?" Prince George asked, carrying a bow.

"Hehe," Thorgrande took the longbow from the other man's hand and looked at it for a moment, "Is it easy for Your Highness to use the rough things that my country has made in the style of your country?" ”

"It's very handy, it's a fantastic material." Prince George couldn't help but praise.

"Then this longbow should be regarded as a small gift from our country to His Highness." Thorgrande shoved the longbow into Prince George's arms.

"Thank you very much for your kindness, but I still want to know ......"

"I'm sorry, I'm going to miss me next, Your Majesty is calling me." Thorgrande smiled and took his leave.

"Lord Luce......"

Prince Henry grabbed him, "Brother Wang, the Phalonsis won't tell us where those yews grow. ”

"Why?"

"I think that as long as we can come up with terms that are satisfactory to them, when the time comes, they will not be stingy to export to us, or even give away fine yew wood."

"Hmph, that's politics." Prince George suddenly realized, and Henry laughed.

Immediately after the Zignates came the Countess of Parmis on horseback, the Parmis were a people on horseback, and even archery was done on horseback. Generally speaking, at the level of Thousand Cavalry Commanders, the riding and archery skills are outstanding in any case. Even if it is such a female thousand riders, it must be no exception.

Hedena chose the mount she had brought with her homeland, and she gently brushed the mane of her horse to calm herself and her mount.

"It's time to go." After a short moment, she said this to the referee.

Hedena leaped out of her horse and traveled from west to east in a line parallel to the target, so fast that many doubted that she would be able to hit the target accurately. But this suspicion was clearly superfluous, and the countess drew her bow in a graceful gesture. She was equally fast, placing three targets in parallel every 20 fads, almost without any intervals, as requested in advance. Then something that surprised the connoisseurs even more was that the captain turned his horse's head and repeated the previous movement in the opposite position.

"Flawless." Thorgrande couldn't help but take the lead in applauding. You know, what is commonly referred to as "opening the bow left and right" is not an easy thing to do. Because we all know that for the vast majority of people, there is a difference in the strength of the left and right arms. Even a person who has been exercising all year round has a very small difference in strength between his left and right arms. In an action such as archery, which requires delicate control of power, such a small difference can be infinitely magnified by the archer who uses a non-habitual posture.

When the target was presented to the audience, even the Mastarians had to be impressed, and all six arrows hit the bull's-eye, and the first arrow in the third target was split in two by the second arrow from the center.

"Hednada, it's so exciting!" Ceox was so happy that he took the bridle for her.

"It's nothing, it's just that I usually practice a lot." The countess flipped off her horse and said lightly.

Because the Pamis were so shocking, the Hitaros felt that no matter what they did, they could not be more impressive than their opponents. Nathaniels gave up on the idea of driving his chariot into the race, and the prince only took a compound bow and shot three arrows in a decent manner. Although they all hit the bull's-eye, they really didn't make any waves.

"So, it's time to move on to the last project." Old Earl Ingrid squinted his eyes and carefully studied the game schedule.

"What's the last item?" Queen Margaret asked.

"It's a contest of real swords and guns, Your Majesty." The old count replied.

"Let me see." The queen reached out and took the schedule, glanced at it a few times, and then ordered, "I have decided to change the rules of the competition, and directly let the top four people challenge Lord Luce, and whoever can win him will come to me." I'll personally award the winner's prize to him, and that's it! Margaret's tone was unquestionable.

"Thorgrand!" She shouted a little angrily.

"Wechen is here, Your Majesty." Sogrand walked over and owed her.

"As you said before, it will be the last hurdle in front of me."

"If that's the last thing you mean......"

"That's what I mean in the end, who is the winner of the contest and who is qualified to be my husband, it's very simple and clear, isn't it? It was just a qualifier, but now it's the real final. ”

When the Queen Mother heard this, she couldn't help but call the Queen's name softly.

"Queen Mother, please don't worry, leaving the matter to Lord Luce, can we still have the slightest worry?"

"Since Your Majesty's mind has been decided, then Weichen will go down to prepare." Thorgrande saluted again and stepped back.

Antaras listened to his brother's nagging with some absent-mindedness, and he saw Sogrand being called out to by Queen Margaret, and then Prime Minister Falunsi retreated humbly. Antaras was sensitive to a sense of what might happen to things. Sure enough, a few minutes later, they received a notice from Her Majesty that the match would be revised.

Those who qualified for the final battle almost all took a breath when they heard the news, but Starr's eyes lit up with excitement. To fight Sogrand directly, even a confident person like Prince George has to think about it. Several of Marstar's sons were a little unconvinced and were left out of the final, but just as they wanted to go up and fight for it, Redknapp stopped their impulse.

"Back then, Lord Leuss stabbed Archduke Fields in a blood hole with only 15 swords, and I myself was not confident that I could withstand 20 swords, and Lord Hayes probably wouldn't be much better than me, so weigh it yourself." The Master of the Templar said. Since Mastar was recognized as one of the most skilled martial artists, the others had no choice but to resign themselves to their fate.

Sogrand took a moment to get dressed in hard leather and chain mail, as was customary for the Farensi hussars. When he stood in front of the four opponents, he was somewhat surprised to find that it was not the more courageous Nathaniels on Hitaros' side. Unlike other dragon knights, Antaras's swordsmanship is probably quite level. This was not due to talent, but to the prince's own hard work. Of the six princes of the Landner royal family, Minox, who was probably the second in line, had the highest swordsmanship attainments, and Antaras often consulted this brother for advice. Nathaniels is well aware of his brother's level, but this is not the reason why he is comfortable with Antaras playing, but more importantly, Antaras wants to do it himself.

"Well, then, I'll tell you the rules," Sogrend slowly pulled out the Tooth Moon, "first, the weapon can be a weapon of direct attack at will; Second, there are no restrictions on moves; Thirdly, he who is able to overcome my obstacles and reach His Majesty is the victor; Fourth, you can do it together. Okay, I can ask questions before I've counted to thirty. And then it went straight to the beginning. ”

"Since it's all right, let's get started." Sogrend counted to thirty and said, but none of the four people on the other side had the intention of attacking first, and the two sides were at a stalemate for a while.

"Waiting will not lead to victory, gentlemen." Thorgrande sighed and said, "Then I'll have to come first." ”

With that, Sogrend pounced directly on Antaras without any delay.

"Huh?!" The young prince was taken aback, he should be the most lacking in experience against the enemy, and Sogrand naturally picked the soft persimmon and pinched it first.

However, the other three were all experienced fighters, and Sogrand soon found that his wishful thinking had failed. The first to intercept his attack was Hedna, followed by Prince George's stabbing blow. Sogrend clearly knows that he must not be stuck by the opponent with a multi-time move, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable. Therefore, as soon as Hedena made an interception, he shrank his stance, and Prince George's stab was easily deflected by him. However, Starr would not let go of any chance to attack, and Thorgrande intuitively sensed his slash from the side, so he raised his hand and struck Starr's axe with the hilt of his sword with the force of the Signar's sword, causing his force to tilt his force behind him.

"It's not fast enough, Lord Starr."

"Ah, look at this trick!" Starr swung his axe at Sogrend's waist and slashed at it, but he was deftly dodged backwards.

Margaret sat on the rostrum and watched the situation on the ring, and Sogrerd finally agreed to her willfulness, so that the Prime Minister would have to fight against four. The young queen had also studied swordsmanship, and from what she had observed, even if Sogrand had opted for a one-on-one wheel battle, the situation might not have been more rosy than it was now. Putting her prime minister in such a dangerous position, Margaret herself began to wonder if it was a wise decision.

Rastigne came up to inform everyone of the rules of victory and defeat set by Sogrand, and at that moment, there was an exclamation of surprise all around. Everyone moved their eyes to the arena, only to see that there were only four people left in the battle circle.

"What's going on? Who saw what just happened? ”

"Lord Russ just kicked His Highness Antaras out." Alector answered the Queen's question.

Sure enough, everyone searched with their eyes, and they could see Prince Antaras not far away, holding his stomach and trying to stand up with his sword in his hand. The young prince was covered with dust on his body and head, and it seemed that he had rolled on the ground several times.

"Little brother, how is it?" Nathaniels jumped into the field, trying to help him.

"I'm fine, Brother Wang." Nathaniels could clearly see his brother wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth.

"Forget it, abstain, Antaras, you can't beat that man." Nathaniels stood aside and persuaded him that the reason why he did not continue to move forward was because he was afraid that his excessive actions would lead to Antaras being forced to abstain. Nathaniels felt sorry for his brother, but he didn't want to disobey his wishes.

"Brother Wang, please don't say it again." Antaras finally straightened up.

Just as Antaras adjusted his breath and prepared to rejoin the warband, Sogrand changed the situation on the field in an instant with an exquisite succession of moves. After a slash misses, Starr is kicked in the ass by Sogrend. Prince George, fearing the loss of another helper, immediately came to the rescue with assassination. However, instead of simply dodging his attacks as he had done the previous times, Sogrerd stepped sideways and caught George's right arm with his left arm. Seeing Prince Zigner and Sogrend close together, Heidena naturally thought it was a great opportunity, she was already ambushed on Sogland's left flank, and at this moment immediately rushed forward to completely decide the victory. However, Thorgrande slammed his headbutt through Prince George's nose, and while he was dizzy, he grabbed his right arm and moved the big man 90 degrees around him, just in front of Hedena. Seeing this, the countess only hesitated for a moment, and then found that the blade of the "Tooth Moon" had reached her neck, and Thorgrande put the sword on Prince George's shoulder, subduing the two men at the same time.

Both Prince George and Heidner dropped their swords to withdraw from the competition, leaving only two teenagers left.

"Are you alright?" Starr patted the dust off his head and asked Antaras, who was hobbling in.

"Okay, how are you?"

"It's okay to keep fighting." Starr raised his tomahawk.

"Well, it's just the two of us." Antaras gasped and took a stance.

"I said ......"

"What's the matter?"

"You don't have to beat him, do you?"

"What do you mean by that?" Antaras asked.

"Didn't he say that if you get past him and reach the queen, you will be victorious?" Stahl pointed this out.

"You mean that one man entangles Lord Luce and allows another to get past his barrier? But are you willing to give up the opportunity to be Her Majesty Margaret's husband? "Antaras was a little confused.

"Hey, hey, I'm not familiar with this at all, I just want to have a good fight with the wolf slayer." Starr's proposal was correct, and the reason why it could not be implemented in the first place was because it was impossible for the other three to sacrifice themselves to cover others, and even take the initiative to assist Sogrand to stop the others. From a game theory point of view, the best option for the previous four players was to unite and defeat Sogre who threatened everyone first, and then split the victory and defeat inside. Also in the current situation of the two people, things have become simple and straightforward.

"Thank you, then."

"Starr, if you can cover His Highness Antaras from crossing my defenses, then I will write to His Majesty Romedal to prove that you are already a fully qualified patriarch." Naturally, Thorgrande was aware of the current situation, so he inspired the young duke of Navi in this way.

"Oh, is it true? You can't talk and don't count. ”

"It's up to you to see if you have the ability." Thorgrande said, attacking them directly.

Antaras's mind was blank about the subsequent confrontation with Sogrande, and after feeling pushed by a force, he staggered along the path opened by the Janissaries of France, and then came to the man he had been thinking about.

"Your Highness Antaras, congratulations on your final victory." Antaras couldn't tell what tone Margaret had used to say this to him.

When Queen Farensi personally placed the symbolic prize, a laurel wreath made of olive branches, on his head, Antaras felt that he was probably the happiest man in the world. However, at this time when it was appropriate to deliver an imposing speech, our prince asked only this one sentence to Queen Farencia: "May I kiss you?" ”

"Okay, you can." Margaret muttered this and closed her eyes.

Antaras held out his trembling hands and put his hands on Margaret's shoulders, and he clearly felt a stirring blow from the other party. And Queen Falunsi originally thought that her first kiss was not guaranteed, but she didn't expect to feel a trace of coolness on her forehead and eyelids one after another. When she opened her eyes, she found that Antaras was reverently bowing her hair and kissing it repeatedly, then retreated.

At this time, Margaret saw her prime minister coming over with a disgraced face, and immediately blushed.

Thorgrande was tripped by Starr, and the Navi threw their battle axes at him, and while he was blocking his weapon, they rushed forward and grabbed him by the waist and threw him to the ground. Although, in the end, Starr was knocked unconscious by the hilt of his sword, Prince Antaras also overcame his last obstacle.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, Wechen couldn't complete your instructions." Thorgrande said with a bow.

"It's okay, it's okay if you're okay, since His Highness Antaras was able to come to me, it at least means that he is lucky enough, doesn't it?"

"So, Your Majesty, what do you mean?" Old Earl Ingrid asked.

"Your Highness Antaras, we don't know each other very well yet, but as we Falensi have promised, you will be given the highest priority, and it is only right." Queen Margaret paused, "Now, let's entertain all the guests, and by the way, celebrate the victors, what do you think?" ”

"Your Majesty is wise!" Even Antaras said the same thing to the Pharians.