Nandine Vege appears.
Many civilians climbed up the tree and saw it and said,
"This knight is so tall!"
"Definitely outstanding."
"What are you talking about? The Royal Knights will win."
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Nearly two meters in length, at the age of twelve, Nanding's body was just like that of an ordinary adult. At that time, he dared to step onto the tower and yell when the Vikings came.
The opponent knight is an honorary knight who has just joined the kingdom. He originally served in Mercia.
Because he was drunk and killed civilians with a sword in a hotel, he committed murder and was expelled - moved to the Northumbria region in the north.
For King Ella, no matter where you come from, as long as you don't violate his own laws, dogma, and identity, and you can bring your own equipment, he will give you the title of "Empty Knight" without hesitation.
Those who join are full of hope that they can make great achievements, and those in power just use them as cannon fodder.
And with Oran's current status as a county uncle, if the territory could be larger, he would be like Ella, favored by landless knights and come from afar (to avoid punishment, it is possible to pursue meritorious deeds).
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"I come from...the master, His Majesty Ella Norn."
"I am from Durham, my master, His Excellency Oran Vijay."
After looking at each other and announcing their homes, the knight did not retreat. Instead, Nanding took the initiative to show weakness and retreat.
Guile and Ella's eyes were always on Nanding.
When Oran's father was still alive, Nanding had many battles with the Kingdom's soldiers on the border. If Oran hadn't been so prominent in the past few months, in the eyes of the two of them, Nanding would still be the most famous in County Durham.
"Not coming?"
When the royal knight saw this, he thought his opponent (Nanding) was a showman, so he took the lead and struck him.
Since the fall of Rome and the Dark Ages, various cultures have experienced a destructive decline.
However, the means of fighting and fighting have not been lost too much. Even because Charlemagne established the empire, the chivalry system and the jousting system flourished again, and there were more schools.
At this time, a kind of great sword technique was popular in Britain, where a sword thicker than an ordinary knight's sword was used to kill the enemy with force.
Nanding uses this kind of swordsmanship.
As for this royal knight, his body is much shorter, and he understands that he can only win with speed.
His movements were different from those of the previous knight. After taking the lead, Nanding's eyes flashed.
The two of them touched swords tentatively a few times and got a feel for each other's strengths.
"This man is so powerful!" The fingers of the royal knight were numb.
"When he wanted to slash to the right, he stepped forward with his left foot first. He knew not to slash with his front foot, so he could keep his body flexible and strike with a longer distance at any time... His body kept shaking, looking for opportunities to stab me at any time." Nanding increases the opponent's strength.
When the two met for the first time, neither knew how good the other was. Nanding remembered what the old baron said,
"The battlefield is full of surprises. Once you take action, even if the opponent is a rabbit, you must fight as fiercely as a lion!"
Nanding was highly concentrated, looking at the body and steps of the royal knight, trying to find an opportunity to take advantage of it.
A real fight would only be completed within a few rounds unless the difference in strength was too large to allow the superior person a chance to show off his fancy moves.
Nanding didn't move, and neither did the royal knight, but... as time passed, the audience became impatient. Although no one spoke, one could feel the urging in their eyes.
The royal knight was also sweating profusely due to the sweltering armor on his body.
Stalemate is one of the most tiring ways to fight.
So he lowered the long sword, leaned slightly, stepped forward with one foot, and the tip of the sword was close to touching the ground.
It seems that the entire middle and upper body is empty, which is very dangerous.
This seemingly undefended posture is called the "Fool's Position".
But Nanding knew that he also had a name - "Liar".
People who are skilled in deception are often confident in their speed. They can quickly change their body posture to draw a sword, or they can wait for their opponent to draw a sword and make follow-up moves.
After discovering his opponent's intentions, Nanding was not in a hurry. The most ruthless incident was when he was ordered by the old baron to hide in the swamp alone. He was bitten by mosquitoes in his "crotch" for a day, and waited for a group of Vikings to pass by... endure it. It's his strength.
Dang...dang...
After another five or six sword strikes, Nanding kept retreating and was almost out of the boundary!
This royal knight has killed people before, and the excitement caused by fighting is far greater than the tension.
In order to provoke Nanding, he took action, seized on the flaw, and said deliberately, "Boy, I am fast, I can be even faster, do you want to try?"
"Quickly?" Nanding blinked.
"Quick!" the Royal Knight spat.
That day, a dark night, the weeds in the forest were blown wildly by the wind.
Nanding faces off against Marcus wearing a mask.
The two of them didn't speak too much. They were surrounded by injured men. As if they were on a single-plank bridge, they could only move forward and knock down their opponents.
After turning seventeen, Nanding's body muscles were close to their peak. Even the old baron might not be able to beat him. He was upset about losing to an unknown knight on the border.
Because this means that if stronger Vikings come, he will not be able to protect Lord Oran!
"Loyalty and loyalty"--these four words are more important than his life!
Nanding finally changed his posture. He raised the sword high and swung it to the upper position. The sword looked like a high roof or a mountain, so it was also "top posture" or "mountain pose".
Nanding calculated the distance and took a few steps back. When he was still half a step out of bounds, Ulf next to Oran shouted, "Sir, Nanding?"
Oran remained silent, wondering what Nanding was thinking?
He glanced at Malm next to him, and then... grabbed her hand and started playing with it. Malm was shy and nervous, but Oran was too strong, so strong that she had no chance to resist.
"Women must be obedient!"
These words came out of Oran's mouth softly, and Malm finally stopped trying to take his hand back, but Oran quickly lost interest and became boring because he started to want to cough...
"cough……"
"Your Highness?"
Malm took out the handkerchief, and Olan was not polite. After taking it, he wiped his lips, and there were traces of lipstick on it that looked like a woman's.
Malm was shocked, but Oran just said, "You must serve me well from now on, you know."
"Know."
Behind her sister, Mia witnessed all this, and the girl's heart began to heat up.
When will she have a lover as outstanding as Mr. Oran...
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Just like the last time he played "Marcus Milo", Nanding kept a wide distance from his opponent.
Whenever he loses to someone and before defeating that person, the figure of that person will be placed in the opponent he encounters.
"soon."
"snort."
"He is faster than the wind."
"who?"
boom!!
Nanding roared, and at the same time, his momentum was like a hill moving over, and nothing could stop it!
A sword!
When Nan Ding was in front of him, the royal knight repeated his old tricks. He still had to use the method of touching the sword to release part of the force and then widen the distance.
But this time, when the royal knight just encountered Nanding's giant sword, his fingers hurt when he held the sword to block, and then... the knight's sword was knocked away!
A ray of white light passed by, and the Royal Knight shook his body, retreated a dozen steps, and then fell down like a puddle of mud. Nanding ignored the sounds outside the field, got closer, raised the knight's sword, and pushed it towards the Royal Knight's chest.
The first sword slashed through the shoulder of the royal knight. When he retreated, blood flowed out and a straight line was stained on the ground. After he fell, his heart was hit by the second sword. Then the blood flowed out from the other side and happened to intersect with the line on the ground. touch.
Forming cross blood marks!
Keep your oath of loyalty, cross forged in blood.
After Nanding bowed to the king and the archbishop, he returned to Oran.
"England does not need two swordsmen."
"Um?"
"I will prove it when I get back."
"What?"
"Who is the best swordsman in the Seven Kingdoms?"
"who?"
"It's me, Nanding Vijay!"
England cannot tolerate two tigers, and the Seven Kingdoms have only one sword.
Nanding's Sword.
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The intimidation brought about by this battle was far greater than before. The priests stretched out their hands to pray, and then someone cleared the ground and covered the Blood Cross.
Having just had enough time to react, Nan Ding ignored the surrounding sounds and continued to strike.
Gulie said angrily again, "This time, it slipped again?"
Olan stood up and walked to the field to look at the ground that had been covered just now.
"Such a holy death means that the supreme God is also witnessing all this!"
After coughing up blood, Olan's voice was a little low, and a sense of terror appeared on his handsome face.
When he said this forcefully.
"From the master to his subordinates, they are all fucking lunatics!"
There is a person in the spectators' gallery - it's Sals!
His whole body was boiling, and his blood was bursting with laughter. He was like a prostitute entering a brothel, and he couldn't wait to be honest with Oran.
I am willing to chase your shadow and let us destroy this world together!
