"I wish him every success. As soon as Edward's words fell, the cheers of the entire Hornfort came to an abrupt halt, and everyone held their breath, except for the heavy breathing of the people, the sound of the swallowtail flag hunting, the neighing of the horses, and the sound of the blades sharpened with whetstones.

The Bishop of Fort Hague, dressed in a dark black and white-rimmed robe, stood on the stone steps surrounded by all the clergy, holding a scepter inlaid with a glorious cross in his hand, looking down on the crowd. Behind him was a young priest holding a crown of winter snow roses, seemingly frightened by the salivating gazes of all the knights, and the little priest trembled all the time.

The silence did not last long, however, and soon the crowd was once again cheering - accompanied by Viscount Otto Kwyn, Alan Kwyn in a long dress smiled and walked out of the castle gates, even waving to everyone. The crowd and the scarlet-eyed knights shouted loudly as if they were infected, and the waves of joy continued until Viscount Otto Kwyn waved his hand slightly, and then gradually stopped.

“...... Under the watchful eye of the Radiant Cross, today, on this holy and joyful day, we have a great event that will change the fate of many of us!" the old Bishop of The Hague Castle cried out with great pity: "May the Radiant Cross curse all the wicked who stand in the way of today, and may it bless all the knights who are about to raise their swords to fight for Miss Alan Kwyn, God bless Turin, my King Yongchang!"

"God bless Turin, my king Yongchang - !!!" The whole square was full of roars. All the knights recited the prayer aloud in unison. Everyone was already trembling with excitement. So much so that I can't even hold the sword in my hand!

The victor will be Miss Allen's husband, and the lord of Fort Hague!

"Has he accepted the challenge?" In the corner of the arena, Sir Ellet Millard looked excitedly at the attendant who brought back good news for him, and nodded proudly: "Very good, I know that this guy will never refuse, otherwise his hard-earned reputation will be over!"

As the young master of the Miral family. Ellet still knew a little about Edward Witwood - a civilian who had just been an acolyte just over a year ago, seemed to have been blessed by the Radiant Cross and became a Knights of the Sacred Tree, and was sent to guard Fort Clarion as a lieutenant general in the expeditionary force.

I have to admit that this guy seems to have some ability, and he actually really defended the poor and dilapidated castle, and even attacked the Lord's Palace afterwards - because he had been delayed in the territory for too long, Young Master Ellert, who only participated in the final battle of Bright Star City, didn't see what the Lord's Palace looked like in the end. Because he and the main force of the expeditionary force were trapped in the northern city wall.

Of course, all this is just the bad luck of Venerable Young Master Ellett. The Radiant Cross couldn't always favor only one civilian, and Ellet Millal, whose expression was getting more and more excited, stared greedily at Alan standing on the steps, and seemed to be breathing more involuntarily.

That's right, all the good fortune that this commoner has received is nothing more than the success of Eller Millar today, and it must be the will of the Radiant Cross, prepared by the Radiant Cross to test me - if I defeat him, all his glory and merit will also become mine!

Today at Fort The Hague, everyone will witness the beginning of the Miral family's rise to prominence - and all this will be under my leadership, under the leadership and guidance of I, Eller Miral, who will become the sole ruler of the southern kingdom of Turin, and not be crushed by the damned Mineste family!

At this time, several rounds of fighting had ended in the arena, and there were constantly knights coming forward and people constantly losing - the southern jousting tournament had many similarities with the north, but the most important difference was that it was not a lottery system but a wheel system, and only those who stood on the stage from beginning to end were qualified to be the final victors.

Therefore, in the duel in the south of the kingdom, the first and the last ones are the most favored "new stars", and many skills that are generally not famous are often in the middle position, and most of them are also defeated, but occasionally there will be one or two "dark horses", resulting in unexpected endings for everyone.

"Sir Eller Millard from Hellland!" shouted the priest on the banner stand in the distance, and raised the swallowtail flag in his hand. Almost at the same time, the entire arena resounded with enthusiastic cheers - the appearance of the heir of Hantu City meant that the game was about to come to an end!

Standing in the audience enjoying the cheers of the crowd, Eylette snorted disdainfully, mounted his war horse with the help of his squire, hung the shield on his left arm, and danced a flash of sword flowers in mid-air with a slight shake, and then galloped to the sandy arena.

His opponent in the arena was a knight named Middleson - Ellet had seen him once in the Battle of Bright Star City, and he was quite capable, knocking down several guys who challenged him one after another, as well as many famous rangers. If it were usual, Ehlette would probably be happy to make friends with him, but today......

"No one can stop me!"

In the shouts of surprise from the audience, Ellert didn't even salute, and drove the galloping war horse straight towards Sir Middleson, who was still showing off his might, the sword in his hand had already been raised, and the scarlet eyes were blind to a face that was already a little hideous, gritting his teeth as if he wanted to tear his opponent to pieces!

Sir Middleson on the other side also seemed to react quickly, with a sly expression on his face - it was obvious that his pretentious movements just now were all disguises, in order to make his opponent relax and feel that he had a chance to take advantage of the deliberate pose, a rifle in his hand, and the already neighing war horse also launched a charge towards Eylert who rushed towards him.

What a fool of a rich boy, do you think that the sharpness of your sword can be compared to that of a knight charging with a gun? Seeing Eylert's swaggering appearance, Middleson couldn't help but mock in his heart, knowing that in the arena, at least two meters long riding spears can completely put the enemy to the ground before they can get close!

In an instant, the two war horses staggered back and forth. Middleson raised his spear and aimed it at Ehret's shield, his pupils instantly shrunk to the size of a silver needle, but he saw that the other party's face also showed a cruel smile - just a moment, the other party actually dodged his spear sideways and threw the shield out!

How so?!

But before Middleson could be surprised, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his head, and he fainted in the pitch black in front of him - in the exclamations around the arena, Eylert, who had dodged the tip of the gun, slammed his sword on Middleson's helmet, and the knight who had just flaunted his might fell off his horse like a rag bag!

And Ehlert, who slowly stopped the warhorse, pulled the reins very proudly and saluted "elegantly" to Alan Kwyn who was sitting in the stands, and the blonde girl had no choice but to smile very stiffly, barely returning the salute.

At this moment, several attendants came up and dragged the unconscious Sir Middleson off the field. The priest standing on the flag stand glanced at it, and seemed to have not expected to end a game so quickly, but was stopped by Ellet just about to raise the flag.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I want to challenge a noble knight today!" said Eyllet, who had just won a duel, and shouted triumphantly, "Many people may not know that this knight is still the hero of the expedition that has just ended, the lord of Hornfort enshrined by His Majesty!"

"Sir Edward Witwood, as promised, I will hereby propose a duel to you—in the witness of the Radiant Cross, life or death!" (to be continued......