"The atmosphere was really warm."

In the structure of the Colosseum, which resembles a bird's nest, Lothar feels like two Titans fighting in hand-to-hand with the audience overhead and the movement coming from the venue outside.

Jeanne sighed lightly: "It's a pity that we are not in the audience, this should be the last arena left by the Empire." ”

Lothar smiled: "Don't worry, you can't watch this competitive competition, isn't it a very memorable thing to participate in." ”

Clearly, he's confident in what could just be a team event.

"Didn't you say we don't have to participate?"

Lothar lowered her voice: "The empress said that because she had a good face. ”

After a while, someone came to inform.

A Greek noble knight, who had been waiting for a long time, stepped on the back of his squire and mounted on horseback.

He took the round-headed lance from his squire and pulled down the visor of his helmet.

As the iron gate creaked up, he ran towards the field with his spear and his shield.

Someone muttered that he was the Earl Commander of the Janissaries of Agungtoprai, a typical Greek noble knight.

Although the Guards were terrible, a guard of honour, their commanders were not, and were known for their bravery and warfare, and many of the Latin knights were no match for him.

However, it was not the same as the confidence he had left with.

Soon.

The Greek knight was carried out of the field.

It was as if he had been hit by a speeding mud truck, the fine armor on his chest shattered to the ground, one leg was broken, and the broken bone stubble pierced the gap in the shin armor of the leg.

The people who saw this scene couldn't help but look a little shocked.

Who the hell is the enemy, is it so powerful?

"Tsk, that's miserable."

Jeanne commented nonchalantly.

At this moment, the well-dressed captain of the Varangian Guard, who was holding a battle axe and a round shield, gathered his equipment and shouted. "Young men, those well-dressed, but weak children of the nobility have been defeated!"

"Now it's up to us to defend the majesty of the noblest of Barcelissa, and if we win this battle, we'll all get twenty large gold coins of Suledus and a silk from your majesty."

"Roar!"

The Varangian guards roared.

A group of nearly 100 Varangian guards wearing black chain mail stood up one after another, and stepped into the creaking iron gate under the envious eyes of the remaining veterans.

They are the Royal Guards at the front of the parade.

It was only after the parade that they immediately took off their expensive silk burqa, which was obviously a luxury to be cherished for them.

However, there is a high probability that this battle will not go well.

In the end, half of the Varangian Guards were carried out, and the rest of the Valanji Guard, the commander of the Varangian Guard, also had a gloomy face.

After inquiring for a while, Lothar learned that the opponent of the Varangian guard was actually the undead army sent by the Sassanid Empire's envoys, which had a long history, even dating back to ancient Greece.

I didn't lose if I lost.

It's just that the two sides are fighting very anxiously, and if it continues like this, the casualties will definitely be very unsightly, so it was stopped by Her Majesty the Empress.

At this moment, the royal treasurer, the wrinkled eunuch with a wrinkled face, trotted over.

An embarrassed smile appeared on his face: "General Lothar, I'm afraid I'm going to ask you to come out next." ”

Lothar stood up and asked, "Is it a team fight?" Our opponent is still the undead army? ”

"It's not... Before you can fight the team battle, you'll probably have to fight the Frankish prince first. ”

"Prince Frank? You mean, defeated the opponent of the young noble knight? ”

The old eunuch looked sneered and said, "That's right, it's him." ”

Lothar didn't hesitate and nodded, "Okay, I accept it, but I don't necessarily guarantee to win." ”

"No problem, I have to rush back and report to Your Majesty."

After the old eunuch finished speaking, he ran away.

Jeanne reminded: "Be careful. ”

Lothar said "um", as the first country to include witches in the court, this Crown Prince Henry is most likely not an ordinary person, if not a spellcaster, at least he has taken potions.

She brought her "grapes", a majestic war horse, which was also covered with silver-white scale armor, and the crown of the horse's head was also dyed red like the veterans who remained behind.

Lothar turned over his horse with great skill, he glanced at Pranya, and smiled: "Don't worry, if you can't win, I will surrender, I can borrow your talent, and it is impossible for something to happen." ”

Pranya nodded, and handed over a blunt-headed riding spear in his hand, this kind of white beech wood riding spear for competitions is easy to break, and Lothar has no intention of fighting with this crown prince who has never met.

To date, this is the second knightly tournament he has competed in.

He wears a golden mask helmet, which is the reward he drew today.

This helmet has a strong oriental nomadic cavalry style, and the face on the mask is lifelike, and even the details such as the beard and eyebrows are very good.

This style of helmet is obviously not as defensive as the "pig's beak" created by Marles, or the lobster helmet rewarded by the Winged Rider Commander milestone.

But it also has the property of a system item - it is indestructible.

There's also a special ability: Fear!

The effect is that any enemy who looks directly at this helmet will greatly amplify the fear in their hearts.

He rode to the iron gate, and through the gap in the gate, he could see that the field was already a mess, and the muddy ground was soaked with blood, and a group of servants were hurrying to clean up the debris on it.

Those were all spears, shields, swords and other miscellaneous items left over from the previous competition.

Squeak.

The iron gate gradually rises.

Lothar lightly clamped the horse's belly and urged his mount to the field.

In his ears, a deafening shout suddenly sounded.

Lothar was a little puzzled, he didn't expect that he was actually quite popular in the Eastern Empire.

On the viewing platform.

Count Leopold frowned, "It's not appropriate, Venerable Barcelissa." ”

Empress Ragai Yu was dressed in a full costume and wore a crown on her head, sitting on the throne, frowning slightly: "What's inappropriate?" ”

"As far as I know, the Marquis of Lothar is a vassal of the Kingdom of Jerusalem and the bravest warrior of my Germania, and it would be dishonorable for you to use him in place of your army, even if you win?"

"Oh, I am the lord of the empire, not a chieftain, and under my command, the Franks, Normans, Varangians, and even Saracens can be used as long as they serve the Lord faithfully."

"What's more, General Lothar is the new general of our Limassol Military Region, and he once led the army to quell the rebellion of Isaac and other courtiers, and it is only fitting that he will fight for me."

The rebels in Cyprus have been put down?

Leopold's face couldn't help but show a hint of consternation.

Didn't it not so long ago that the Apennine fleet leased by Cyprus broke the navy of the Eastern Empire?

Leopold had no choice but to say, "If this is the case, there is really nothing wrong with it, and I have to congratulate Your Majesty on being able to obtain the allegiance of a brave and pious crusader like the Marquis of Lothar." ”

His witch mistress was not with him, and a noble figure like Empress Lagaia could never have a spellcaster of unknown origin by his side.

Anna, dressed in a purple palace dress, stood beside Lagaia, and when she saw Lothar appear, she couldn't help but show a smile on her face: "Your Majesty, I believe that General Lothar will usher in a victory for you." ”

"Then let's wait and see."

Obviously, this empress, who has the most noble status in the world, is not in a very happy mood at the moment.