The game continues.

From time to time, the corpses of knights and horses were carried out of the jousting arena.

Lothar's opponent in the second round was the poor knight I saw before, who had flirted with the noble lady in the stands off the court.

Not only did he wear a cheap spine helmet on his head, but his smock was also washed white with pulp, and the rings on his armor were even faintly exposed with rust.

Despite his martial arts, Lothar defeated him with ease.

He didn't have the idea of adult beauty, because he was sure that even if he deliberately lost to the poor knight, he would still be out of the battle that followed.

The opponent in the next game may not be so merciful as himself.

The possibility of the poor knight's blood being spilled on the spot is too high.

He clearly understood this and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you for your mercy. ”

Lothar shook her head: "You're welcome, but with all due respect, you'll have to at least get a passable armor before you come to the competitive tournament." ”

The poor knight's face was full of bitterness: "I was hoping to defeat a rich knight in the first round so that I could use the opponent's armor, but unfortunately the opponent is also a landless knight like me. ”

"In short, don't take such risks, the martial arts arena is sometimes more cruel to you than the battlefield."

"In the chaos of the battlefield, even a peasant soldier wearing a cloth coat and holding a dung fork can kill a noble knight, but in the arena, this can never be done."

The poor knight let out a long sigh, which compared him to a lowly peasant soldier, which in the eyes of some knights who thought highly of themselves was tantamount to humiliation.

But he could understand the well-intentioned exhortation.

What's more, for a poor knight who had no fiefdom and was destitute, he never thought that he was really much more noble than a peasant soldier working in the fields.

"Thank you for your advice, I'm Ned Stark from Holstein, and I'll give the ransom to your squire after the joust."

Lothar waved his hand: "No need, you still keep this money for yourself, buy decent armor, your martial arts are good, it's the equipment that drags you down." ”

He glanced at the noble lady in the stands, holding a handkerchief with a worried face, and said with deep meaning: "May Heavenly Father bless you, and all your wishes will come true." ”

Such an opponent, although it is easy to solve, will not squeeze any oil and water.

Forcing people to throw everything they have and squeeze out so much money as a ransom is not in line with his values.

"Thank you for your generosity."

Ned's face was full of gratitude: "May Heavenly Father bless a man of high morals like you, so that you can make great achievements and all things go well." ”

Lothar waved her hand and left the arena directly.

...

As time went on, the sky became brighter and brighter.

The clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, revealing a dazzling sun.

Lothar went through a lot of opponents again.

Ecclesiastical knights from Cologne, monk knights of a small order, and noble knights like Abelardo who pursue honor and have bulging pockets.

They came from Lombardy, Gaul, Albion, Germania ... This knightly competition has gathered almost half of the knights of Christchurch.

A considerable number of them had the same goal as Lothar, and were ready to go to Venice by boat, or by land through the Eastern Empire, to the Holy Land to participate in the Crusade.

There were no Iberian knights, who were still at the forefront of the reconquest.

Although the power of the Moors has been somewhat sluggish, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, plus the support of Morocco and other countries behind it.

It was already the front line of the Crusaders, and it was unrealistic to draw any more forces to the Holy Land.

After a few rounds of fighting and spectators, Lothar had to admit that in most cases, the richer the knight, the stronger the strength.

There were two wealthy knights from Lombardy, who had even worn a very rare half-body plate armor of the era (non-historical), and it was difficult for the opponent to break their defenses.

Even if the equipment factor is removed, the wealthy knights are still generally more powerful.

On the one hand, they usually eat more meat and have a stronger physique.

On the other hand, they can also hire better and more expensive knight instructors and sword instructors, or simply have a long history of martial arts and have some kind of martial arts inheritance.

Poor literature and rich martial arts are the same truth in ancient and modern China and abroad.

Fortunately, Lothar's father, Count Werner, was a knight with high martial arts, and he won a lot of wealth from the Crusades, so Lothar could barely belong to the category of "rich knights".

...

Eventually, there were fewer and fewer contestants.

Lothar's rest time is getting shorter and shorter, and he often returns to the battlefield after two or three rounds shortly after he has beaten his opponent and exits.

He felt like a bow, and the string was getting tighter and tighter.

Hans still has too little combat experience, and although his attributes are not weak, he still loses after defeating three opponents.

Luckily, his opponent didn't have much of an advantage, and after defeating him, he couldn't take advantage of the victory and could only barely keep standing, so there was no room for ransom.

Hans won three victories and thirty gold coins of Sulledus, all of whom were worth a lot of money, and decided to pay for the horses and valuable armor they had in mind.

And Lothar's luck was far worse.

Most of his opponents are poor ghosts, relying on martial arts and luck, stumbling all the way in, and even if they win, the ransom they can earn is very limited.

Lothar even received a blackened silver dinar, which showed that the silver content was pitiful.

However, he eventually accepted the offer.

He didn't want to be too stingy, he had to tear off the old armor of average quality from his opponent's body, and make the scene too ugly.

A reputation for generosity is important for a knight.

It is easy for the knights and bards present to sing the nickname "The Jews of Allgäu" and "Shylock of Allgäu".

Of course, it is not yet the Renaissance, and the classic book "The Merchant of Venice" has not yet been released.

…

By the penultimate game, both Lothar and the opponent had reached the point of being strong.

Limited by the consumption of physical energy, both of them lost the grasp of quick battles, and could only collide with weapons, shields, and even bodies again and again.

Finally, Lothar caught an oversight on the part of his opponent.

A shield blow that knocked away the opponent's shield.

The backhand smashed the opponent's helmet with the hilt of the sword, and when the opponent was shocked, he directly took off his helmet and slammed the opponent on the spot.

Finally won!

Probably because there was no blood, Lothar gained a pitiful amount of experience from defeating these knights.

But he's not far from level two in itself.

Defeat this person and successfully push the experience bar up the last step.

In an instant, he felt that his already exhausted physical strength had become full again.

The state of the whole person is filled up in an instant.

Even the tiredness accumulated after a few days of hard work was vented.

Lothar raised his sword and greeted the spectators.

The crowd also responded with a round of applause.

They were full of affection for this young man who had won all the way to the finals, and was very generous, and forgave the ransom of many poor knights.

After this tournament, even if Lothar fails to win the title of Champion Knight, it will succeed in making the name of Lothar of Allgäu resounding on the borders of Eastern Europe.

On that day, if Lothar was to be crowned lord in Jerusalem, although it was not to say that countless knights would come to serve him, he would be much better than the nameless.

As for the newly acquired three stat points.

Lothar definitely wouldn't consider adding it to his spirit, although increasing his spirit can also improve his reflex nerves and mental resistance, but the main thing is the blue bar.

He doesn't have any active skills, and it's useless to ask for blue stripes.

In addition, power is excluded.

As a knight, he mainly relies on horsepower when charging, and his attack power is more than enough, and when fighting on foot, even if he has more strength, it is difficult to cut through the enemy's armor.

What influenced him to fight was physical strength on the one hand, and endurance on the other.

But the main increase in stamina is defense.

Even if Lothar adds all three stat points to stamina, the toughness of the skin is hardly comparable to that of strong armor.

And now that Lothar has not been able to extract a cure, with the poor level of medical care in this era, a cold or a plague may kill him.

The most important thing for him at the moment is to save his life!

So he put all the three newly acquired attribute points into the stamina column.

If the previous Lothar had 8 points of physical strength, which can only be said to be in line with the basic level of a powerful knight, then the current eleven points show that he has begun to surpass the scope of human beings.

The ordinary epidemic can no longer take effect on him, and if it is an injury that can kill ordinary people, it will be a heavy blow to him.

Not only that, but the physical strength of up to eleven points made him feel that his energy became more and more surging, and his whole body seemed to have endless strength, and he wanted to vent it immediately.

In the stands, the witch advisor next to Count Leopold gave Lothar a deep look.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, but he didn't say anything, but turned his gaze to Prajna.

She attributed the changes in Lothar to the head of Prajna, a powerful witch she thought was on the same level as her.

She didn't wonder why such a powerful witch would be committed to the command of a little knight.

Because witches are emotional creatures.

For the sake of love, it is not uncommon to become blind.