After Lothar left the field.

Abelardo is back on the scene.

This knight, who has won many championships in Lombardy, is indeed a master to be reckoned with.

He made it all the way to the final.

Even the two knights, dressed in half-body plate armor and like tin cans, were defeated by his subtle tactics.

"It is worthy of being a user of the name of Abelardo, the famous general who once followed Charlemagne, Abelardo was in a crushing state throughout the whole process, and the gap is too great."

"Abelardo is significantly more experienced in competitive competitions and is better at conserving his stamina than a young man like Lothar."

"It seems that there is no suspense in the final, and this Abelardo will once again win the honorary title of champion knight."

"It's a pity that the knightly competition held by my Great Germania allowed a Lombard to achieve the highest honor."

Lothar frowned.

It's not that you're unhappy that people don't think highly of you.

After all, Abelardo was once invincible in the competitive tournaments of the Lombard city-states, and it was normal for him to be inferior to the other party.

Without the blessing of the system, the original owner is just a knight with good talent, and he is still far from being talented.

It's just that after a series of battles, Abelardo's physical strength is still so abundant, it's really incomprehensible.

There are many ways to conserve physical strength, but this person uses a half-hand sword, wide open and closed, even if he has a special skill, he should not be so easy.

"It's okay if I'm open, why can you be an ordinary knight so lasting?"

Lothar frowned.

The situation on the pitch is still one-sided.

Abelardo's opponent also obviously consumed a lot of physical strength, and in the face of Abelardo's stormy onslaught, he could only parry.

It didn't take long for him to see a flaw and fly the armed sword in his hand.

Abelardo, win!

Because his opponent lost so quickly, Lothar only had time to drink a sip before re-entering the horse with the help of Ryan and Moder.

He took the white beech wood spear he had obtained from the opponent he had defeated before, and the two of the two he had purchased had broken in the previous battle.

The kite-shaped shield depicting the coat of arms of the standing lion was also scarred after a round of competition, and it was full of holes pierced by the rifle.

But he could not replace the trophy shields he had obtained from the rest of the knights, which had their own coat of arms, and it was not honorable to use them until they were erased.

What's more, the condition of those shields is not much stronger than the one in Lothar's hands.

Abelardo, on the other hand, was more experienced and had a shield to use for a long time.

His coat of arms is nine gold beads arranged in a scattered pattern, possibly mixed with gold dust, reflecting a dazzling light in the reflection of the sun.

I only heard the announcer shout: "Next, it is the key moment to witness the birth of the champion knight, the knight of Lotsa from Allgäu, who will have the final battle with Abelardo from Tuscany." ”

"Heavenly Father is above, and He will behold these two warriors for final honor, Amen!"

Amid the cheers of the people, the two slowly entered.

"You made it to the end, and I didn't disappoint."

Abelardo raised his rifle and pointed it at Lothar: "But it's a pity, I will no longer have any spare strength in the next battle, you can admit defeat in time to avoid irreparable damage." ”

Lothar's voice came from under the barrel helmet, and it seemed a little urn-like: "I will also give you these words." Throw in early to avoid damage. ”

Neither of them has any backstage.

Born from the Medici family in Tuscany, Abelardo was the second son of the family, and he was nothing more than a landless knight on the go, but he was more famous.

It's the same with Lothar.

He knew Count Allgäu, and even if he died, he wouldn't have much heartache.

This is a person who values the interests of the family above all else, and will never be rash and therefore hack Abelardo.

After all, being killed in the arena is an open duel, and no one can make a mistake.

If anyone wants revenge, it will be spurned by the entire aristocratic world.

"Let's get started."

Abelardo struck his shield with his riding spear, slammed his heel into the horse's belly, and let out a furious cry: "Allez! (Drive!) ）”

Lothar also boosted the horse's speed.

The competition was limited, and the two men did not have much time to boost their horses and launch a fierce charge, so they could only run as fast as possible to increase the power of the charge.

Bang –

The two spears pierced each other's shields at the same time, and the horses let out an overwhelming scream, and the majestic force swept the two out directly.

Lothar felt as if she had fallen apart, and the chest that was poked by the opponent's spear was even more painful, not just a minor bruise, I am afraid that even the ribs were broken.

On the other hand, Abelardo, although he was also hit by the cavalry spear in Lothar's hand, quickly stood up again, raised the knight's sword in his hand, and responded to the cheers on the field as if he had already triumphed.

"Abelardo!"

"Abelardo!"

People cheered Abelardo's name wildly, as if witnessing a new star rising.

A smile appeared on Abelardo's face under his helmet, he had not chosen to be loyal to a certain lord, he had just been waiting for the price to sell.

Obviously, Leopold's generosity succeeded in conquering him.

Standing in the stands, Hanya clenched the wooden railing, and his expression rarely revealed a trace of coldness.

Hans, Ryan and Moder also shouted eagerly, "Are you alright, my lord?" We admit defeat and bring our lord out! ”

Lothar slowly rose from the armed sword in her hand.

He shook his head at the anxious crowd and motioned for them not to make a rash decision.

He looked down at his chest, where the burqa had been punctured, revealing the deformed cleats underneath.

Chain mail has a strong defense against slashing and stabbing, but it can't prevent blunt injury.

If it weren't for the fact that his physical strength had been raised to the point of inhumanity, he would probably have completely lost his combat effectiveness at this time.

The people in the stands also noticed the scene, and the cheers gradually subsided, replaced by bursts of astonishment.

Abelardo looked at Lothar and wondered, "Do you want to continue?" You're no match for me, and you've been able to hold on so far, you're pretty good. ”

A few people who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement shouted: "Come on, Lothar, this little white face of Tuscany!" ”

"Don't disgrace the face of the Great Germans, give it to me!"

With only two men left vying for the title of Champion Knight, they have become the center of attention in everyone's eyes.

The tournaments that surround the knights' jousting arenas, such as bows and arrows, foot fights, and spear throwing, have long since been observed, and everyone gathers here to cheer in French, Latin, and German.

Lothar didn't speak, and his breathing became extremely heavy under his barrel helmet.

He clenched the sword and shield in his hand, came to Abelardo, and knocked the shield in his hand with his sword, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"I don't understand, it's better for everyone to end it earlier."

Abelardo sighed lightly: "However, since you insist, then go on, I will let you know what kind of existence the champion knight who has won twelve consecutive victories in the tournament is like!" ”

Click!

He stepped directly over the wooden baffle that was used to divide the two sides of the jousting arena and walked in front of Lothar.

He struck down with a sword in the head.

The sharp weapon slashed through the air, whistling and slamming into the shield in Lothar's hand.

Lotag blocked the sword, and his fingers holding the shield and wearing chainmail gloves were numb.

I only felt that Abelardo at this time had increased his strength by at least half compared to the first battle.

He definitely hid his strength before.

Keng——

The sound of steel intersecting sounded.

Lothar's counterattack was directly blocked by Abelardo's half-sword.

"Do you feel it, this is my real strength."

Under Abelardo's helmet, a somewhat hoarse voice came out.

He simply discarded the shield in his hand, held the half-sword in both hands, raised it above his head, and when Lothar saw the opportunity and rushed up, he slashed his head and cut off the kite-shaped shield of Lothar's iron hoop.

Lothar also discarded his useless shield, trying to calm his heavy breathing, his eyes fixed on the other man's movements along the gap in the barrel helmet.

The next moment.

Abelardo swung his sword forward again, and Lothar held the blade in one hand and the hilt in the other, and held the armed sword sideways in front of him, parrying the blow.

Taking advantage of the unsteady footing of the opponent, he kicked out and kicked on the opponent's waist, causing him to stagger a few steps backwards.

Lothar finally seized the opportunity to counterattack, and naturally he was unforgiving, rushing forward with an arrow step, taking advantage of the characteristics of the opponent's half-sword that is more suitable for slashing than stabbing, and breaking into the opponent's arms.

Immediately afterwards, a series of hammers knocked the two of them dizzy.

But just when it was almost a face-to-face battle, Lothar suddenly found that in the gap of the opponent's barrel helmet, there were a pair of pupils erected, like terrifying eyes like beasts.

The horror in Lothar's eyes subconsciously revealed.

Abelardo also immediately realized something, turned over and flipped Lothar, raising the long sword in his hand to poke at Lothar along the gap in the barrel helmet.

He's going to use a killer move!

Lothar was horrified, desperately trying to break free from the restraint of the opponent's one-handed hand and avoid the assassination.

With a sharp hand and a half-sword against his cheek and stabbed into the mud of the arena, Lothar lifted her legs and kicked Abelardo, who was holding him down, out of the air.

He rode his opponent with a backhand and used his own weight to suppress him.

At this point in the battle, the two knights seemed to be no different from the fight between the ruffians and hooligans.

But knowledgeable knights know that the more this time, the more they have to divide life and death.

In the stands, in the shadows under the hood of the red-haired witch, the corners of her lips were slightly curled, and the Count of Leopold was full of pity.

He said to the witch, "The Knight of Lothar and the Knight of Abelardo are both very outstanding talents, but it is a pity that the Heavenly Father wants them to decide the victory today. ”