"His Left Hand protects the weak, Right Hand holds on to justice!
I rode on horseback today, not for Gold Dragon or false fame, but just to prove with the spear in my hand that the real glory always belongs to the heroic warriors who ignore the difficulties and dare to charge!"
The black-haired boy who was taking the opportunity to practice his speech skills continued:
"Everyone, prepare your cheers... Next, it is the moment to witness the legend--"
Dennis let out a long sigh, the secret passage was finally almost over, and he quickly put on his eagle helmet.
The preacher did not let him go.
"Let us invite you! The calm devotee, the seeker of honor, the unique Vale's darling, the heroic guard galloping in the valley... from Gates of the Moon... Dandandandandandan~ Nice·Arryn Ser!--"
In the end, the young man drew out a very trendy tone, played a little tongue-picking, Right Hand waved, and suddenly pointed at Vale Knight, who was ready to charge.
Dennis Ser, whose face is currently covered by a helmet, cannot see his expression, but his figure seems to be slightly shaken.
In any case, when the young man's infectious introduction ended, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly lit up with a "boom" that was visible to the naked eye.
Opposite Dennis Ser, Titus, who originally didn't take the first-round contestants seriously, gradually began to gain full fighting will.
I couldn't help but think, since the guy opposite is blowing so hard, I have to use my full strength!
Unlike the complacent Earl of Starpike, Parker, who had previously raised his hand to sign up and claimed that he was willing to be the speaker of Earl, had already realized the huge gap between himself and the truly talented people.
He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling quite good. Mr. Titus still didn't like those red tapes, so he stopped him from self-recommending, otherwise he would definitely be embarrassed.
In fact, Parker doesn't know. It's not that Titus doesn't like to announce his title, but he thinks that his current title is too small and too small, so it's boring to report it.
After the young man giving the lecture lit some sparks to the contestants, he immediately retreated in a hurry.
With the referee's red flag waved.
The sound of horse hooves once again sounded like thunder, and the two horsemen charged forward like arrows from the string!
As they continued to approach, the lances of both sides were raised like long steel snakes, creating a dazzling cold light in the sun.
Titus Black armor Dark horse, as fast as a black lightning, the tip of the dark lance is shaped like a swarthy Black Fist head as big as a sand bowl, hitting the opponent's torso straight.
Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled sound of "Bang!"
Wenda, who was watching the competition on the stage, frowned slightly. It felt different when someone he knew participated in the competition.
Just relying on the audio-visual feedback, from a distance, she felt that the blow was definitely painful.
Poor Dennis Ser's arms were shaken violently, and he was secretly angry: It's all because of that damn Squire!
The spear heads of him and Titus hit each other's shield hard.
The two knights defended well, and it was a tentative, similar and precise draw.
As sawdust flew, Dennis Ser's gun shaft instantly shattered. He fell backwards on his horse to relieve the force, and the shield in his hand was even tilted by the impact. His upper body trembled, and he relied on the saddle guard to stabilize his body.
Titus and Black Pearl under him were a different scene, flying past in high spirits, as if the other party's shooting had not affected them at all.
Deafening cheers erupted from the spectator seats on both sides.
The infectious energy left by the black-haired boy is still proving his worth.
The first round just ended.
Titus drove Sand Steed underneath him and slowly decelerated to the end of the track.
Standing on the high stool, Bowen, who had already made full preparations, used the speed and efficiency comparable to changing tires on a formula car to clean up the wooden thorns stuck in the gaps in the armor of the knight on the horse.
At the same time, he also gave Earl advice like a boxing coach. "That guy has good strength, but he hasn't formed his own style yet. Just be careful, this is a brave opponent."
A brave opponent.
Bowen and Parker once reminded Titus that even if a helmet is worn, when some fierce collisions occur, there is still a high chance that fragments of the rifle will fly into the helmet through the narrow viewing hole and injure the knight's eyes.
In order to avoid the flying lance fragments, knights would often slightly tuck their chins or turn their faces to avoid them, but some brave men still dared to look directly at the target without giving an inch.
Such people may be brave and unwise, but their desire and willpower to win are indeed stronger.
The preacher's boast about Dennis may be exaggerated, but this blue Falcon is really not a weakling. Just now Titus had used its full strength, and the opponent defended it very well with its shield.
The reason why it looked so embarrassed was that it was unexpected that the strength of Titus combined with the speed of Black Pearl would be so powerful.
Titus gasped slightly and nodded in approval.
Bowen pulled out the new gun he had prepared and handed it to Titus, who had thrown away the broken gun a long time ago. He also didn't forget to help him tighten the loose helmet straps. The whole set of actions was smooth and smooth, taking no more than one breath.
The new gun was firmly in the knight's hand. As the horse turned around, Titus came to the other side of the track, ready to speed up and charge back.
The sound of horse hooves sounded, the prelude to charging again.
This time, Titus, who has quickly become familiar with the game, has significantly enhanced his sense of rhythm and timing.
There was another loud noise of "Bang!--", and "Lucky One" Dennis unfortunately flew out of the saddle and fell heavily behind the horse.
Titus, who defeated the first powerful opponent, held up a spear, lightly lifted the reins, and rode the horse back and forth to show off his strength...
With the excellent assistance of Parker and Bowen, Titus, who was ranked higher in the lottery, won consecutive battles and won two tough rounds.
Titus has discovered that a good assistant plays a vital role in the competition. He had previously seen a competitor on the track next door whose feet were entangled, half falling to the ground, and being dragged by a horse. In the end, it was all rescued by Squire.
Thinking of a little joke in my mind, Titus, who had another game today, left the field first amidst the cheers of the audience and took a break.
Then I got a piece of good news from Wenda:
The Berserker Armor he ordered has arrived.
Tob·Mott's craftsmanship is great, and the Smith Old Rolly, the predecessor of Bitterbridge, also played a positive role. They perfectly fulfilled the expected requirements of Earl.
In the temporary tent used for rest, Titus looked at the newly delivered goods from King's Landing.
The complete set of black armor has been assembled into a human form, and its appearance is extremely oppressive and violent.
The whole body is cold and hard black, as if it has been tempered by Bittersteel from the abyss. Each armor piece has sharp edges and corners, with sharp protrusions and sharp lines, and it seems to be able to tear the air apart when it moves.
The helmet has a terrifying shape and is covered with jagged spikes, like the mask of an evil ghost crawling out of purgatory, revealing madness and ferocity.
The armor on the shoulders and limbs is layered in layers, and the structure is complexly spliced, which not only strengthens the defense, but also adds a twisted mechanical feel, as if it is tailor-made to carry violent power.
A matching black cloak on the back makes the armor look like a killing armor from a dark place, exuding an intimidating and intimidating force.
"What are you waiting for? Let me change my outfit. Today is the most competition, and there will be another competition later."
Parker and Bowen, who were watching dumbfounded, rushed to help Earl put on new armor.
It didn't take long.
A staff member from the side of the arena came outside the tent to report that Earl of Starpike's last opponent today has also qualified.
The other party is a strong rival, who is also a young Earl.
Its name is: Jon·Coddington.
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