In late winter and early spring, the camp outside Errengrad was bustling with people, and the Northern Coalition forces would not stay in their tents in their spare time and wait for time to pass, so they walked out of the tents in twos and threes to participate in competitive sports on the school grounds. For the people of the North, they don't have so many taboos, and culturally they are in the transition zone between Kislev and Norscar, so there are not so many rules when competing, and they will not be like the Empire or Bretonnia, where they have to salute first and then do it, and a series of complicated rules such as weapons cannot be bladed, and in the eyes of the people of the North, as long as they don't kill each other, it is not a big problem.

Of course, at this moment, the "barbarians" under Rhodes must be indispensable. They had already made a name for themselves in the previous camp battles, but many more had yet to see them in action, so challenging the Norscans became the main focus of the day's competitive matches.

"You should stop such activities! The barracks are not an arena, and such violent activities cannot occur!"

Vlatania stood on the sidelines, disgruntled and admonished Cohen, the commander-in-chief of the Legion. You can see the depressed expression on the Grand Duke's face......

"You think I want to hold an event like this? The situation in the north is different from that in the south of Kislev, the people here are not so constrained, and to put it bluntly, they have a different culture from the south of Kislev. I can't deprive them of the right to entertain, the cultural differences between the north and the south are not caused by a day or two, what can I do? Stopping them will only make them unhappy with me, Fratania, you should know that they listen to me not just because of the queen's orders......"

Cohen said with a straight face. Although the two aristocratic youths in front of them were also angry.

"Your Excellency, it seems that you have also divided Kislev into two factions, the north and the south?"

Vratania returned coldly. The charm can be heard by anyone with a discerning eye.

Cohen didn't say anything more, just turned his face away and buried himself in his business.

......

In the school grounds, a makeshift arena.

Two northern soldiers in leather armor sweated in the makeshift arena, the sound of weapons hitting was dull, and each blow of weapons was accompanied by the call of the spectators on the sidelines, and the enthusiasm of the soldiers was all vented through these activities in a festival that was not a festival.

"That tall skinny man and that fat man, who do you think will win?"

Alves sat down next to Rhodes with the flask in his hand, and it was clear that he was not used to such competitive events. The Ring City has had such events for many years, and as the manager of the castle, he is not only a spectator of the athletic events, but also an organizer.

"Are you going to bet with me?"

Rod said with a smile.

"Oh, why not? It's best to watch a competitive game and make a small bet. ”

The little dwarf returned, and immediately pulled a string of silver coins out of his pocket.

"How's that? Is that enough money?"

Alves raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"Almost. ”

"So who are you betting on to win?"

"I bet my own people will win. ”

Rod said, taking Alves' flask and taking a few sips.

Having lived in this icy place for more than a year, Rhodes has long been drinking alcohol as a drink, which not only enlivens the atmosphere, but also warms the body......

"Of course, fools know that your Gnoscan Marauders are elite warriors. ”

Alves turned his face sideways, a look of disdain. Although he had never seen these barbarians go into battle, he knew the situation at Blackhammer Castle very well. Humans who can single out the beastmen are not ordinary people......

"Then how do you bet that since you also bet on my people to win......"

Rod said with a smile.

"Why don't you let your people pick two, or pick three, so that there will be something to watch?"

Alves said smartly. His shaggy hair and funny expression looked like a living treasure. 8090

"No problem, one against three, I still bet that my own person will win. ”

Rod narrowed his eyes and said.

In the next second, Alves sat up directly from the stands and shouted-

"One-on-three, the Norsca warriors need stronger opponents, this is the order of Lord Rhodes. ”

The Norsca Heavy Axe Men on the field then turned to look at their lord, and Rhodes only shrugged his shoulders in acquiescence......

The little dwarf clapped his hands and sat down happily to watch this somewhat interesting game.

Soon, three warriors from other lords came out of the crowd, one of whom looked like an Ugor cavalryman (1), but Rhodes did not react, he knew the combat effectiveness of his men, even if he was a three-on-one, it would not be a big problem. Soon, however, the showy Norsca captain Celta stepped up. He strode to the center of the school field and replaced his soldiers with the three challengers himself.

A confident smile rose at the corner of Rod's mouth, while Alves pouted with an unhappy expression, he knew that the captain was in battle and had no time to play. Beside him, the dwarf Bogur, beat the barrel merrily, "Kill them, Celta! kill them!" he shouted.

Soon, to the cheers of the crowd, three northern warriors on the edge of the field launched a fierce attack on the Norscan Celta at the same time. The Ugor cavalry roared, and the training sword whistled down, and Celta lifted the round shield, roared the same angrily, and rushed in the direction of the Ugor cavalry.

At the moment when the other two challengers were about to slash Celta, Captain Norsca pounced fiercely, dodging the attack and knocking the Ugor cavalry in front of him to the ground with a single move. Or rather, this is not a move at all, but a pure contest of strength, and it is clear that the well-armed Ugor cavalry is no match for the battle-hardened Captain Nosca.

After a dull crash, the haughty Ugor cavalryman was knocked to the ground by Celta, his nose bleeding. Celta, on the other hand, slammed his fist into the opponent's face before he could get up, and the fight was resolved with one punch. The other two challengers soon pounced again, and Celta did not relent, raising her shield while blocking the two men's sword swings.

The unbladed sword thumped against the shield with a dull thumping sound, and the spectators on the sidelines let out a frenzied shout, which gradually changed from unilaterally cheering for the challenger to cheering for Captain Norsca.

As soon as he parried this ferocious blow, Celta, the captain of the Norsca Marauders, clenched his shield and jumped high, roaring and pounced on the challenger on the left. The Kislev soldier from Fort Snow Rock also raised his shield to fight back. But in front of the Norscans who were in the air, his defense seemed so weak, after a loud bang, the weapon in the hands of the Snow Rock Fort warrior was knocked directly away, and the whole person collapsed to the ground, although the battle axe in his hand did not open the blade, Celta still left a clear wound on the opponent's face......

"Roaring ......"

The cheers of the spectators on the sidelines were even more turbulent, and all the discrimination and contempt were now forgotten, and almost everyone began to shout and cheer for the Norscans. This picture reminded Rhodes of the Order Arena in the Ring City, and at that time, it was also full of people. It's just that at that time, he played by himself, and now, he is playing as his own subordinates.

But the effect is still the same, the worship of the warrior is the worship of the warrior leader. Rhodes knew that his prestige was building little by little.

Soon, there was only one challenger left on the field. The poor challenger is from Kislev and is a soldier brought by Cohen. It can be said that he is not from the North, so at this moment, almost everyone is cheering for Celta.

Taking advantage of the high spirits of the crowd, Celta roared angrily and took the initiative to attack. It dropped its shield and struck nimbly, leaping forward as the opponent's weapon slammed in, its sturdy body tumbling in the snow, instantly approaching its opponent, and slamming the end of the axe into the back of the head before the Kislev challenger could withdraw his weapon.

Even with the helmet on, the soldier was knocked to the ground, and before he could get up, a huge axe appeared in front of him, and Celta panted and pressed the axe against his throat.

Click to the end...... Unedged weapons don't really hit.

"If I'm holding a real axe now, you'll be dead, brother. ”

Celta smiled, then reached out and motioned for the soldier to get up. They are comrades-in-arms, and they can't really hurt because of a competitive match, and their opponents are the rebels of Erlengrad, as well as the vampires who lurk in the dark. It's just a warm-up, entertainment.

The soldiers on the sidelines shouted enthusiastically.

"Old friend, your money is mine. ”

Off the court, Rod smiled and took the money bag that Alves had prepared. It contained twenty imperial silver shillings, just enough for the two of them to find a high-ranking military prostitute and have a good time.

Alves was grimacing, but Rod said generously-

"Let's go and have a good time in that red tent. ”

was about to leave, but found Caroline not far away looking at him with an angry face, and Rod couldn't help but put away his steps. Handing the money bag back to Alves, "Forget it, you go yourself, I have something else to ......do," Rhodes said, never taking his eyes off Caroline.

The clever Alves immediately found out, and he just smiled and looked at Rod quietly.

"Go, don't make your little princess angry, you need to explain this matter to her, and I'll keep your money for you first." ”

The little dwarf smiled evilly, patted Rod's ass from behind, and then took the wine himself and walked to the big red tent......