Hatred often takes root without even noticing, not to mention the fact that Cybertron and Rinster have a feud that is a well-known story. 【Starter】Cybertron was almost not shot into a sieve at the beginning of the three-way battle, and then Cybertron got on his sister again (this is a rumor). It was only by making an alliance under the city that Alice Fell sat on the throne of the duke, and Vier was recognized as Alice Fair's de jure domain.

Of course, more than half a year has passed since this incident, and everyone doesn't care anymore - it's strange!

The hatred between each other is in the throat, and the lack of a frontal fight is just that everyone thinks it's not the right time. At this moment, Cybertron and Slote PK are arranged...... Is it true that Morphis Slote is not biological?

Cybertron belongs to a party of princes and bigwigs, and he is already the lord of the county, of course, he can't be the same as the ordinary dick below.

"Lord Earl, please be merciful. A small squire who had come to help Cybertron lead the way quickly said to Cybertron between his teeth, "The Duke asked me to bring you a message—"

As long as you surrender the gun, the security deposit ticket is big?

"Lord Slote's martial arts are not very superb, and it can even be said that he will definitely lose. It's better to lose to you directly than to lose to ordinary people in the future. And—please give him a face, and give him a few tricks. Hold out for a few minutes and let him lose—that's what the Duke asked me to tell you. ”

"Oh...... I see. Cybertron, who was not wearing armor, suddenly realized, and he grabbed the terrified squire. The other party looked like he was only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old child...... Well, about the same age as his own body: "Then do a full set of plays, would I better wear armor?"

"Uh...... In that case, it would be better to pay more attention to it. ”

"Well, then I'd better fight Slote for 300 rounds without winning or losing, so as to give enough face, right?"

"Eun, that's it. ”

"Okay, I got it. Cybertron had confirmed that this Slote might not really be born to a certain duke: "I'll kill him." ”

"Huh?" Contrary to what he just said, Cybertron didn't know why Duke Trust was so ruthless that he even sold his own son. But since it was delivered to his mouth, he accepted it unceremoniously - he didn't pay attention to this competition at all. Cybertron wore a single coat with small sleeves, fastened two holy swords and placed them at his waist, ignoring the pleading attendants behind him.

The tournament is a green meadow, and it can be seen that the grass is specially sown for the galloping of war horses. Cybertron and this Slote met for the first time after half a year - the enemy saw each other, and they were very red-eyed.

There's nothing to say, I didn't even say hello after we met. He just stood in front of the queen and the prince according to the rules, and bowed.

There was a cheering crowd all around, and it seemed that everyone was expecting a bloody fight, preferably one handsome guy who could ride on the body of another handsome guy and slam the other man's face. It's best to go crazy and hack each other to death, especially since Cybertron's reputation has already spread far and wide, and everyone is very much looking forward to what kind of battle a legendary fighting race can have.

"Fearless in the face of the enemy. Be brave and upright, God loves you—"

As before all knights dueling, before this point-to-point joust. Slot, helmeted out, took a deep breath and loudly proclaimed his family motto.

Slote is like a knight, he holds a small knight's shield in his left hand, and a normal two-handed sword in his right hand. Most of the actual costumes are like this, and some use hammers to highlight the point. A dual-wielding berserk like Cybertron is simply rare, and it's rare.

Then there was a strange beat of horns and drums, which sounded like a family war song or something (true story). Before the battle begins, and after the battle, they shout the family (Knights) oath and play the family (Knights) battle song. Although it is rare on the battlefield, it is just right for this kind of competition-based competition.

(The Battle of Thanenden in 1410, the largest (and most untechnical) cavalry brick PK in European medieval history, can even be seen in this scene.) Before the PK, they sang the battle song of the Knights (family), and in the PK, they shouted their own family mottos, and after the PK, the people (who survived) returned to the camp and sang it again. shows the style of a knight (second goods), and it is really not unjust to lose to the Mongols. ）

"Power and glory, blood and thunder - for the sake of the tribe, victory or death!"

Whenever this happens, Cybertron is trying its best to control itself. Because it's time like this when the blood really boils, and the two souls collide violently, and in the battle it seems that every primordial soul is in charge of the body—of course, it's just a feeling. Maybe it's just his psychological effect, or the lack of a thief after the soul dove occupies the magpie's nest.

He thought that this would be fine, but he didn't expect his dear baby goddaughter to be completely coaxing...... Let a few Golems blow the horn of war with the main theme of the tribe in a high-profile manner.

What's the leitmotif of the tribe? Hmm...... If there is a crossing crowd, it can basically be described as. Cybertron was surprised why a group of Golems would play this kind of battle music, but he seemed to have forgotten about it at the tank school...... Well, it should be the Lanxiang Magic Technical School, and Ellie has been educating these golems as a teacher for a long time. If you think about it, these 14-year-olds can't teach anything else than that.

The fierce and atmospheric music of the tribe obviously made many people even a little uncomfortable, and some noble ladies even felt it

Cybertron had just finished roaring.

The countdown has already entered the state when the battle is over.

Charging forward at an inhuman speed, almost indiscernible to the naked eye, it nearly knocked Slote to the ground. However, the other party is indeed worthy of being a trained genuine knight. After being knocked to the ground by Cybertron, he immediately subconsciously covered his body with a shield, cut Cybertron's foot with a sword, and quickly stood up after stealing a free time.

"Whew...... ...... breathless, Slott gestured to Cybertron with his eyes—it wasn't the same as he had promised.

Cybertron ignored him at all, anyway, the other party was just here to gild it. Three hundred rounds, right? No problem, I'll be careful not to play you to death.

So Cybertron then practiced a whole set of furious combat output loops on Slot's body.

Bloodthirsty blow, blood gushing! Angrily struck the opponent with two swords, the two holy swords smashed on the opponent's shield with a thud, and the opponent's body was torn apart by the huge impact of the shield's left hand, and then began to bleed. Since Cybertron never stopped attacking with both hands, the bleeding effect never stopped. Reckless and bloodthirsty, he tore a wide opening in the opponent's plate cuirass like a giant golem descending from the gods, but Cybertron saved face and didn't slash into it again.

The trust on the side was already watching and was about to climax.

Regardless of whether he was born or not, he has been raised for so many years, and if he closes his eyes, who would want to do a paternity test in his seventies and eighties? No matter how he looks at Cybertron now, it seems that he is going to do something that he thinks is impossible - killing his own son in the arena.

The wine glass in his hand had been pinched and slightly distorted, and his hand was bloodshot. It's not easy for the old man, and now I think that there seems to be only one son, and the hatred value with the other party is also quite high. But...... When he turned his head, he almost vomited in anger, and his brain-dead daughter was happily cheering for Cybertron.

At that time, Tolas thought that if he had a second daughter, he must ...... Alas, forget it. If you talk too much, it's a ghost animal.

Under the scorching sun, two knights ...... Perhaps it should be called a thinly clad handsome dual-wielding barbarian, fighting fiercely on the grass with a handsome heavily armored knight. Cybertron's two two-handed swords danced like a windmill, moving with its footsteps and striking in all directions.

"Roar!" Finally, like a dragon's roar, the blow shook the opponent back two steps, entering the stage of full rage and slashing, no longer venting his anger with a heroic strike, Cybertron split the shield in the opponent's hand in half with a single move. With a bang, the other half of the wooden shield fell to the ground.

The completely one-sided slaughter lasted about three minutes or so, and everyone watched the correct output of a two-handed berserk battle. Look at the correct defensive stance of a shield-wielding warrior when the shield falls to the ground. The trust could not wait any longer, and immediately stood up - and applauded enthusiastically.

It's not that he wants Cybertron to kill his own son quickly - the applause means that the competition is over, and this wonderful match is impressive.

The prime minister applauded, and a group of doglegs below followed closely and quickly began to follow suit. The applause was thunderous for a while, lest he not slap his ass loudly enough and be looked down upon by his peers.

"Papapa-" But fortunately, the trust was scheming and was right - this barbarian was just a playful young man, and he still had a little bit of a brain (though not much). will not kill his precious son directly on such an important occasion. There is a way to care about the chaos, and I have a technical problem to regenerate at this age.

"Cyber!"

"Cyber ——"

All of a sudden, the words warrior and swordsman were used in the Bourkeso language, and in the lingua franca, the Christian name that simply represented the word swordsman was cheered by everyone present. For a moment, it was as if Cyber had become the king of England, and Cybertron, who held two holy swords in his hand, also raised his sword above his head, and responded with victory with ease.

At this moment, no one cares about the person who has fallen to the ground.

But then Cybertron was depressed, and the aristocratic ladies threw handkerchiefs at him with small and large stones - why didn't he come to the jousting tournament himself?

Leaving Slote alone to accept the audience's enthusiastic "baptism" - from now on, this gentleman can already brag on the battlefield13 - I dare to face the anus even if I have won the Demon King, and I will be afraid of you?

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