Chapter 705, a Salute to the Birth of a Champion! (Please Subscribe to This 5,700-Word Chapter!)

At this time, it was getting dark, and the attendants and dwarf craftsmen began to enter the arena, preparing to set up the duel stage. The game did not start immediately, because whether it was Bo Derek, Marius or the wood elf Estes, they had actually already fought in succession. After several performances, everyone was a little tired and slightly injured. Everyone took a break and waited for the stage to be set up.

Among this, there was an episode. Two knights, Cedric, a knight errant from Le-Angoulan, and Porter, a knight errant from Lyonnaise, applied to Ryan for a life-and-death battle.

What is a life and death fight?

It is an unrestricted duel between two knights. Unless one party voluntarily surrenders, the duel must continue until one party dies. It is an extremely cruel duel method. It can only be used when the knights on both sides have extremely deep grudges and cannot use negotiation to reconcile. , would choose this kind of life and death duel.

"My king, I sincerely ask you, is this duel a recreational matter or a duel of honor?"

"No way, you will die!"

——The second generation knight king "Reckless" Lewis's highest order at the Royal Tourney

Ryan originally didn't want to see this life-and-death duel, but both sides insisted. Since there is such a glorious tradition, Ryan had no reason to object. Seeing that the fairy in the lake did not express his position, he nodded in agreement.

It is said that Cedric and Potter had irreparable differences because of a beautiful lady named Le Winter. Who knows who stole his love? Both sides always looked at each other with resentment in their eyes. Ryan shook his head when he saw it: "Okay, this is an old drama. Everyone likes to watch this kind of emotional disputes. Anyway, it's not too big a deal to watch the fun."

"Hey~" Veronica lay down from behind, and the Witch of Gloria smiled in Ryan's ear and said: "That's how it is. Didn't you tell me that people like to hear and see, but if you don't like it, who do you think you are?" ?”

"Haha~hahahaha!" Ryan laughed when he heard this. He stretched out his hand and pinched the delicate face of the Gloria Witch: "That was before. Before, I was the people. Now I am the king. It's enough if I don't like it, dear. Yes, you use the sword of the previous dynasty to kill the king of this dynasty?"

"Come here, take down this witch, dress her up and send her to my room." After saying that, Ryan said majestically: "I want her to experience my lance skills for herself."

The fairy in the lake chuckled when she heard this, Ryan was always so humorous.

"Woooo~" Veronica pretended to be frightened. She quickly shrank behind Lidya Su and complained to the lady: "Sister Lidya Su, look at Ryan, men immediately become bad when they have money and power. ! You have to control him, we can only count on you!"

Sulia was actually a little envious of Veronica for daring to joke with Ryan unscrupulously, and for daring to ignore Ryan's increasingly terrifying majesty and heavy pressure. The Queen of Britannia could only smile and hold the king's hand. : "Ryan is not that kind of person, Ms. Veronica, why don't you sacrifice yourself to calm the king's anger."

"Hahahaha~" There was a burst of laughter from the main stand, and Morgiana seemed to have recalled something again and laughed too.

There is still some time before the final duel. After watching the game all afternoon, everyone is a little hungry. A large amount of delicious food was brought into the stadium. Except for the fairy in the lake who just took a few fruits, everyone in the stands was hurrying up. Take time to eat and take time to rest.

"It's a pity that Devon Hill didn't come. He should come and see such a grand tournament. It will be very good for his future." Sulia elegantly used a knife and fork to cut the juicy beef, and then used As she rolled up the Tyrell noodles covered in tomato sauce with her fork, the queen felt a little regretful that the little prince didn't come.

Devonshire did not attend the Royal Tourney in the afternoon because Angron said he had a private party and asked young Devonshire if he wanted to go and see the world together. Young Devonshire was the closest to Angron. , naturally agreed with both hands. Ryan considered that it would not be good for little Devon Hill to fight and kill at such a young age, so he asked little Devon Hill to follow Angron.

Lidya Su was a little worried: "I don't know how Devin is doing or what he had for dinner."

"It's okay, Sulia, nothing will happen to my son if he follows Uncle Angron." Ryan complained: "Don't worry."

"I'm not worried about this, I just think it would be better to let him feel this atmosphere." Sulia was still a little concerned.

"There will be many opportunities in the future, my lady." Ryan smiled slightly. Seeing that her husband had made up his mind, Sulia stopped talking. As Ryan's wife, Sulia is actually in charge of Ryan's court, but She rarely objects to Ryan's decisions, which is a tacit understanding between husband and wife.

At this time, Duke Bodrick was sitting on a bench in the Lion Ring Racecourse. The old Duke was now very old. He was breathing heavily, sweating like rain, and his limbs were sore. Even as a The legendary peak powerhouse, Bo Derek, who is nearly 100 years old, is equivalent to the age of a normal person around fifty years old. As a warrior, he can feel that his physical strength is slowly improving every day since he was eighty years old. The shackles of physical fitness and the decline in physical fitness forced him to change his fighting style, but even so, Bo Derek's physical fitness was still unable to compete with the wood elf woodland lord who is an immortal species and who is only forty years old this year and is in his prime. Compared with the young elector Marius.

Is he old? Bo Derek asked himself in his heart more than once.

"Father, have something to eat." His eldest son, Fedmund, walked up from behind. The baron, who is in his fifties this year, and his first heir, brought a glass of water blessed by the prophet of the lake god. , and a few small pieces of elf cookies.

This kind of elf biscuit is imported from the White Tower of Hos in the High Elf Kingdom of Savri. Just a small piece can be enough for a meal. It quickly restores physical strength, ensures nutrition, and does not hurt the stomach. Of course, the price is also quite high for the high elf. Only the great nobles can enjoy it.

"Feedmund." Bo Derek looked at his son. The old Duke's eyes showed a trace of love. This is his son. Fedmund has completed the Holy Grail expedition. Even if he is really dead, he can still Having his son succeed him: "Thank you."

"Father, come on, you can't lose, Bordeaux can't lose, and Brittany can't lose." Fedmund sat next to his father. He looked at his father's two opponents: "The enemy is very powerful. , but we are the descendants of His Excellency Marcus, the son of Poseidon, and we will never fear any enemy!"

"Yes, never underestimate the heart of a champion." Bo Derek rested for a while, then picked up the Poseidon Trident and stood up again.

At this time, the life-and-death fight between the two knights errant had ended. Potter hacked Cedric to death and pierced his heart with a sharp sword, declaring his victory.

The attendants came up to clean up the scene, and then signaled that the duel stage had been cleared.

The three contestants took the stage almost at the same time. The woodland lord Estes rode a stag, and Marius and Bodric both rode their beloved horses. They each stood on one foot of the stage.

Marius holds the Elector's Holy Sword and the Dwarf's Enchanted Rune Sword. The woodland lord Estes holds a sharp elven sword forged from the Var anvil in the Wood Elf Starlight Forge Woodland. The other hand should have held a A large bow, but ranged is not allowed in this game, so he replaced it with a leafy spear.

Bo Derek held the Poseidon Trident in one hand and a shield in the other. None of the three parties were in a hurry to start the duel after entering the arena. They carefully looked at their opponents.

Bodrick knew that he was older and could not be a match for Marius and Estes physically, but he was undoubtedly better because of his rich combat experience, skill and strength. In order to take the initiative, he had to Properly allocate your physical energy and find a suitable opponent for yourself.

So, is it the crazy, arrogant imperial elector, or the mysterious wood elf?

The three parties tentatively approached, but in the midst of everyone's attention, the wood elf woodland lord Estes took action first. He rode a strong male stag and pulled the reins: "For Orion, for Athel Loren!"

"For the Empire, for Charlemagne!"

"For Bordeleau, for Madam!"

Two loud shouts sounded almost at the same time. Now, the battle begins!

Duke Bodrick first fought with Estes. The pure-blooded elf warhorse carried the old Duke in a big leap. The power of the Poseidon Trident flowed along the dazzling golden light and spurted out along the tip of the halberd. , directly taking Estes's head, the wood elf was obviously in a hurry when facing the old Duke's attack. He tried hard to dodge, but was still pierced by the halberd on his shoulder. The power of the sea god and the wrath of the lake god were in his A golden line was drawn on his shoulder, and then there was bright red blood.

Before Estes could cry out in pain, a holy sword carrying unparalleled power struck directly at the wood elf's head. The Mother of Destruction was extremely fast. Amidst the weird pig noises of the mad count, the holy sword struck the wood elf's head directly. The sword had a strange rhythm. Even though the woodland lord Estes had expected the blow, he could hardly dodge it. Marius didn't intend to show any mercy at all. He was going to attack with this blow. Take the life of this wood elf!

Estes felt his heart shrink into a ball, as if he had lost consciousness. The Holy Sword of the Elector was so sharp that one sword was enough to kill him, as his hands and feet were filled with lead.

"Cang!" A sound of gold and iron clashing came from the side. Marius looked at the Poseidon Trident lying in the air in disbelief. Duke Bodrick blocked the Mother of Destruction. The old Duke coldly signaled that you are not allowed. Take advantage of others' danger.

"Hmph!" Marius put away the holy sword upon seeing this, and Estes also covered the wound with his hand and stepped back.

Bo Derek was about to regroup and fight again, but found Marius glaring at him. The mad count had a weird expression and pouted at the wood elf.

The old Duke narrowed his eyes, and he immediately understood what Marius meant.

Great, I thought so too.

arrange!

When Estes took his breath and was about to launch a counterattack, he found that Elector Marius and Duke Bodrick were attacking him fiercely!

The Poseidon Trident drew out flashes of golden light one after another. The sharp tip cut through the air, exuding a pungent fish smell. The Elector's Holy Sword flew in the air. Marius's attack was completely lifeless and violent. Fa, the pig sounds in his mouth became louder and louder, vowing to eliminate this wood elf first!

Pointy ears are not allowed to interfere in human duels!

Estes let out an angry roar. He could hardly withstand the simultaneous onslaught from both sides. More importantly, the weapon in his hand was not a divine weapon. The weapons forged in the furnace of Vaal Anvil were in no way comparable to those of the Empire. The Holy Sword of the Elector and the Trident with the blessing of Poseidon, Estes was soon injured by the artifact.

However, although the woodland lord had several wounds on his body, he was still full of energy and never tired. His long sword had just resisted Marius's holy sword of the elector, and the green leaf spear was to protect him from a fatal blow. Hit and completely broken!

Take advantage of now! Duke Bodrick roared, and the horse under him raised its hooves, and the trident in his hand stabbed the wood elf hard. Estes used the broken tip of the green leaf spear to barely resist Bodrick's attack. , Marius took the opportunity to swing his enchanted rune sword. During the gap when Estes was tired of blocking, his breastplate was torn apart by the Holy Sword of the Chosen Emperor, and blood gushed out.

Seeing that the situation was irreversible, Estes finally made a decision. He could not lose, not to these lowly people!

A sharp whistle cut through the night sky, and a giant eagle suddenly appeared in the sky. It flapped its wings and flew towards the stage. Its wings flapped down hard. Both Bo Derek and Marius were frightened. Jumping greatly, Bo Derek quickly lowered his head, and the giant eagle's claws swept across his helmet. The claws were enough to scratch his head and knocked the old Duke's cross helmet away from his head. He was almost knocked off his horse on the spot, Bo Derek's face was exposed, leaving a scratch on the old Duke's face, and bright red blood flowing down his face.

Elector Marius was not so lucky. He was hit by the giant eagle on the spot. He was thrown away with his horse and fell outside the stage. The mad count let out a series of screams and unwilling roars. He was unwilling to lose!

"Wow!" There was an uproar in the venue. In such a sacred duel, the despicable elf actually used magic?

"Despicable!"

"Dishonorable!"

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

"Dirty pointed ears, with your tricks, get out of the land given to us by the goddess!"

The stadium was full of curses from the Brittanians, and the empire also publicly protested. At this time, everyone turned their eyes towards the main stand. This is how the fair goddess and king will view the wood elves openly playing in the game. Use summoning magic?

Ryan frowned slightly. The Wood Elf's move was really obscene. Just when the new King of Knights was about to stand up and announce that the Wood Elf had lost the qualification to compete, Duke Bodrick raised his hand to the main stand.

The old Duke signaled in the confused eyes of everyone: "It doesn't matter! Magic weapons are originally part of the duel. My lady, my majesty, please let me complete this duel!"

"Since this is your choice, then as you wish!" Seeing Bo Derek's firm attitude, Ryan had no choice but to agree. The fairy in the lake also nodded slightly, indicating that the game would continue.

"Hmph! Despicable humans, this championship, this golden cup, belongs to Islay!" The woodland lord Estes, who was injured in many places and dripping with blood, nodded towards Aralos in the stands. The wood elf wanted to get it. If Estes can't defeat humans in the way of a warrior, then he will defeat him in the way of a spellsinger!

Although his shoulders, chest, waist, and arms were bleeding, the woodland lord still maintained his fighting strength. He threw away the broken war spear and held up the long sword that had many gaps. The sword pointed directly at his face and the blood flowed. The bloody old Duke chanted the spell, and the woodland lord's body was enveloped by green energy. A thorn shield appeared around him. Emerald green energy emerged from the void and wrapped around his body. His injuries began to recover, and he The power gradually became more powerful, and what was even more terrifying was that the magical energy formed by the leaves formed a sharp whirlwind, sweeping towards Duke Bodrick, seeming to engulf him on the spot.

But the old Duke was laughing, and he was laughing very happily. Boderick, the always serious Duke of Bordeaux, laughed loudly, and his laughter was extremely cruel.

What is he laughing at? The woodland lord was a little confused.

He is obviously going to lose!

"I said, magic weapons are also part of the duel." Bo Derek coughed, tightened the reins with one hand, and signaled his beloved horse to calm down: "And I also have this power!"

After speaking, the old Duke suddenly raised his Poseidon Trident. Only then did everyone realize that the Poseidon Trident was so bright at this moment. A huge blue light wheel surrounded the trident, and the will of a true god was being imposed on the trident. Above the halberd!

"It's Mannann! The power of Poseidon!" The Empire and Britannia exclaimed.

"Marselan! He sensed this human's request." On the other side, Teclis also whispered, and the face of the Supreme Mage was full of seriousness: "Oh no, the wood elf is in trouble!"

There was foam in the air, and a strong smell of sea swept through the entire Lion Ring Racecourse. The next second, a giant fist made of seawater with a diameter of more than 20 meters rolled out of the air, carrying With the great power of Poseidon, he blasted towards his enemies!

"Manann's Wrath!"

The wrath of Poseidon completely tore and swallowed up all the spells of the wood elves. The giant fist shattered the thorns and completely destroyed the sharp blade whirlwind composed of leaves. Estes released all the magic power to try to resist the wrath of Poseidon. The sea water touched When he reached his wound, the pain caused by Poseidon's wrath swallowed up the wood elf's mind, and immediately after Mannann's wrath came the old Duke's fierce attack!

The two sides fought again for more than ten rounds.

The ensuing battle entered a fierce battle. Duke Bodrick released all his last strength. The trident in his hand turned into a ball of light and shadow. Every blow gained more advantages. The woodland lord gritted his teeth and resisted. He used His long sword hit the body of the trident hard, and then he concentrated all his strength and swung a punch hard, hitting Bo Derek in the ribs through the plate armor, even though it was protected by the plate armor. , Bo Derek also had two ribs broken, but the old Duke didn't make a sound at all. His eyes were like lightning, and he was like fire.

His gums were bleeding from biting his teeth, and Bo Derek could feel that he had reached his limit. His hands were so sore that he was almost out of strength. The injuries on his face, chest, and ribs were bleeding profusely. His strength was gradually weakening under these injuries. Disappeared, and when he tried to fight back, his sluggish body was almost unable to be controlled by his master's will.

Is he going to lose?

No, he can't lose. He is the first Holy Grail Knight, a descendant of Marcus, the son of Poseidon. The power of his ancestors flows in his blood. The glorious stories and great courage of his ancestors always inspire him. Marcus relies on this power. The king who defeated Skarins, the warrior Svenga chosen by the Four Gods of Chaos, if he could be as powerful as his ancestors...

Bo Derek's silent prayer was not ignored. He could feel a cold feeling spreading from his chest to his limbs. His blood was boiling. The old Duke knew that that was him at his peak, and that was what he had at his peak. strength!

The powerful Poseidon Champion has come to greet the aging Bo Derek!

The old Duke grabbed hold of this new power, and once again grasped the trident with his flabby muscles. The artifact given by Poseidon swept horizontally. The long sword with many gaps in the hand of the woodland lord finally could not withstand the fierce attack of the old Duke and exploded into pieces. Estes's body shook, and the stag under him took a step back in fear. Bodrick pulled the reins sharply and rushed towards the wood elf. He raised the trident in his hand.

"Never, never underestimate the heart of a champion!"

The blow caused Estes to let out a final scream.

Thunderous applause resounded throughout the audience, salutes roared, and ribbons fell like raindrops.

The champion is born!

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