If you kill someone, and both parties have the same status, you may have to pay with your life to atone for your sin. But if you hold a weapon, watch countless flowers and eyes, and defeat enemies with the same equipment, you are a hero.
The belated contest attracted those warriors who were still hesitant because of their waiting. A small mobile town is enclosed between the Repton Tournament Ground and the Royal Cemetery.
The various lottery betting methods that Olan had previously asked his subordinates to perform have also become popular. Group jousting, swordsman battles, horse riding and lance shooting, and wooden target shooting.
Four events are held in rotation. In order to heat up the atmosphere, the first battle on the first day was before the competition with the mighty sword. Oran mounted a white horse and warmed up with a friendly contest with Katana, a knight from the territory.
The two sides clamped their rifles with their bodies, each standing on one end. Under the command of the referee, they faced each other as quickly as possible and bumped the rifles into their opponents!
This kind of competition was spread in knight entertainment in some places. Oran completed the rules and upgraded it to a formal competition.
In the future, a knighthood will be added.
"From Northumbria, the eagle soaring in the sky, the great son of God..."
"From Northumbria, a warrior who can scare Ragnar when he charges, from a noble family..." The poet on the side introduced the origins of the two noble players.
The noble seats were separated from the common people seats, each occupying one side. A simple wooden frame separates the players from the audience.
There were monks nearby watching the whole battle and preparing to help. Various patterns appeared on the field. Some people were ready to warm up, while others were nervous to watch the competition and want to see who their opponent was. The businessman who came from the city was responsible for providing inferior but not fatal drinks to enhance the atmosphere.
The businessman said: If you don't drink during gambling and martial arts, you are just sleeping with a woman and doing nothing! This makes sense, which made the sales of alcohol extremely hot, and it also became a part of the later Unsa martial arts culture.
"We must win!" the audience shouted, and the nobles looked on with noble and elegant postures. Beggars, nobles, prostitutes, monks, craftsmen, etc. all gathered around.
Many unmarried women are also in the audience. This may be the only big scene they will see in their lives. Their parents are looking for a man they can trust for life from among countless people.
"Olan" put on a mask, walked into a small tent where the costumes were changed, and then appeared again. He quickly mounted his horse and raised his left hand high in a victory gesture.
Then he aimed at Katana ahead. A spear was also revealed! He circled his hands and quickly rotated the spear.
This skill attracted cheers. The crowd is excited,
"The Sword of Dawn!" The protagonist always gets the best treatment, Olan clamps down on his lance. The armor flashed, and after kicking the reins, he rushed out with all his concentration.
The honor is now! The horn sounded, and Oran and Katana approached quickly. The two winds collided from the forward and reverse directions, and for just a moment, the two guns were each aimed at the small shield in the target's hand.
With a snap, the horse's hooves slowed down, and the two of them each took a few steps forward and threw away the broken wooden lance in their hands.
The first shot was fired at 50-50 between the cavalry and dawn. The scene was silent. The two knights each entered the starting point of their opponent, changed directions and faced each other again.
In this 100-meter-long straight line, it only takes three or four seconds for the two horses to charge forward and draw their guns. For the second shot, Katana fired faster. His lance was aimed at Olan's shoulder. With the huge collision, Olan became unstable and almost flew off the horse. He clamped the horse's reins with his feet and shook his body to remove it. With such force, he staggered forward for more than twenty meters before he stabilized the horse.
Sweating all over his body, Olan's lance was too late to take action. Katana took another wooden gun, and the two sides faced off for the third time.
Everyone thinks that this shot will determine the difference!
"Your Excellency, you are getting stronger and stronger." Katana roared through his visor, then unleashed his strongest charging momentum, but the wooden gun head seemed to be ignited by sparks.
Perfect skills, fierce determination, this is not a friendly competition, but a real war. Only those who have competed with Katana know how strong this kid is in horse fighting.
Boom! Olan tried his best to use his strength, and finally pointed his lance at the enemy even when he was shot. But the force was so great that it was like the sky was about to fall. The shield then fell away, and the man was pulled by the horse and staggered out of the bounds.
He felt that time had frozen, and when he came back to his senses, the audience had already applauded and shouted the nicknames of the two nobles.
Olan's hands were red and painful, and there was blood on his shoulders. After dismounting, he entered the small camp where he had just changed his clothes. Then, with the help of his trusted aides, he took off his helmet and mask and saluted the True Oran.
In the exhibition match against Katana, in order to be realistic, Oran put Henry Hundred Blossoms on the field. The referees in charge of the trial were all members of the Ying family. They pulled up their masks and asked the referees to go over and check.
The referee naturally selectively ignored it. Thus creating a high-quality martial arts performance. After putting on the dirty armor mask, more than ten minutes later, Olan walked out again, took off his mask, said hello to everyone, then took out the Immortal Sword, walked onto the stone-paved sword fighting platform, and faced off against the first contestant.
In these ten minutes, the audience who had already placed bets began to add new bets. Edward stood side by side with his mother on the nobles' table, excitedly imitating the words he heard from the common people and shouted,
"Fuck him to death!" My father was competing, and he was very excited, very, very excited. Adisha is a little scared. You said that you, a big noble, join in the fun and refuse to listen to others. There is nothing you can do.
She does not believe in God, but at this moment she also silently thinks of the Lord Christ in her heart to protect her husband and children. The bard responsible for stirring up the atmosphere introduced the origin of the mighty sword.
But the nobles who really came from North Frankland were very unfamiliar with this man. I don’t know if this kid named Diode Beaumont is really that strong. The common people were attracted by this big sword like a door panel.
"Oh my god, if I get hit by a sword, I'll even be pissed out."
"God bless you!"
"Don't think about it, just bet on this Frank guy. Although the odds are a bit low, I feel like you're sure to make a profit."
"No, I have to support you. You win the second half with one piece, and you win with ten bucks for this bastard!" The long sword duel lasted for two minutes, and there was a timing hourglass around it. When the time ran out, it went directly to the second half.
The fight was completed in four minutes, because this was a real sword! With just one serious blow, the blood spurted out could turn the entire ground red.
The Titans and other Eagle family members who helped close the deal looked very bad. Oran had just come to such a high-consuming competition.
So many nobles were allowed to put pressure on this huge Northern French knight...
"Your Excellency, I have heard of your name, please use all your strength to spur me on." The knight was very friendly and first put on the lower part of the posture, waiting for Oran's upper part to give instructions.
Oran took his time and waited for his opponent to make the first strike. The audience held their breath again and watched the contest with rapt attention.
The poet outside the venue boasted wildly,
"Two real heroes, using their lives to interpret courage and legend!" But the Giant Sword never touched Olan. He was approached by Olan many times, and his body was photographed on the back of the Immortal Sword.
After seven or eight sword blows, Olan completely gained the upper hand. Then a sword shadow fell from the sky, holding swords in both hands, aiming at the giant sword on the door panel.
With a crash, the giant sword was cut off. Oran put the sword on his opponent's neck and left the field with honor. A fake knight who was bribed to act in a show, a huge sword that looked really scary, but was actually a fake sword made by plating wood with silver water.
When the sword was cut off, the people who had been arranged rushed up to surround him, declared the winner and took away the weapon and the wounded.
Oran won the first game and earned as much as two manors. The second game was a real fight. On the Flying Snake's side, a knight close to the former king was forced to play. He was one of the scourges that the Flying Snake wanted to get rid of.
We had negotiated with Oran before, and a death list was already on Oran's desk. There is nothing better than using this occasion to kill knights who are at risk of rebellion.
Oran arranges Kunsang for this man. The first half was not over yet. Kunsang cut off the man's hand with his sword and then passed through the man's chest.
His men won, but Olan lost a lot of money. When he opened the market, everyone beat Kunsang to win. Even his own people came to hold him back, such as Ge Zina, Lai Xiou and others.
They all know which of their own people will most likely qualify and which of them will lose. If you don't take advantage of it, you are a bastard.
Titan nervously reminded Oran,
"Your Excellency, I will accept all orders, will..."
"What are you afraid of? Take out those empty boxes, cover them with gold and silver, and let everyone know that Uncle Ben has brought countless money. Anyone who wants to get rich can just place a bet." Adisha rolled her eyes at Olan, but Edward Have different ideas.
After Tai Tan left, he held on to his father's clothes.
"Why do you always say you can't do something that will bring you a loss?"
"Remember, never let others know what the lord is thinking. We are the ones who make the rules. The outcome is not decided until the last moment. Their laughter and tears are all under our control. They are just a bunch of clowns." Edward thought. After a while, I suddenly understood and whispered to my mother,
"When it's time to win, my father will lose. Everyone will cry, but only my father will laugh." Oran will use his actions to teach Edward the first lesson in becoming a lord.
"Benefit oneself at the expense of others."
