"William from Niatown?"
Beside Baron Terry, a lady wearing a veil and covering half of her face with a small fan asked with interest: "Little Terry...is he a freeman from your territory?"
She spoke with a thick nasal voice, as sweet as honey.
"That's right! Yes... I've seen him... And made him a freeman... Beautiful Lady Serena..."
Baron Terry said in a trance, his eyes full of fascination.
"What a funny little guy!"
Mrs. Serena seemed to enjoy Baron Terry's gaze, closed the lady's fan in her hand, and patted her chest lightly twice.
That implicit hint made Baron Terry's breathing heavy.
…
puff!
Wu Ming stepped forward quietly and drew out his sword.
The sharp blade pierced through the armpit, causing the adventurer with the double knives to scream and fall to the ground.
This angle was really tricky, without the protection of the leather armor, the blade pierced so deeply that it could almost cut off his entire arm with a little force.
Seeing this, the referee immediately declared Wu Ming the winner.
"Next game, No. 212 vs. No. 311!"
Two servants came up to the stage and lifted the fallen swordsman off the ground. The referee didn't waste any time and shouted loudly.
"After such a day, at least seven or eight battles must be fought, and we must continue to win. Those who are not physically strong will really not be able to hold on!"
Wu Ming waited quietly, half an hour later, it was his turn for the second round.
At this time, the opponent has been replaced by a spearman, and it is the guy who had a bye before.
He looked quite nervous, but with a bit of confidence, he launched the offensive first, not stinging at all with his physical strength.
Facts have proved that this guy is easier to deal with than the first one. Wu Ming just swayed a few times before tripping him easily, and the long sword was on his neck.
The third opponent was a bit troublesome. It was a big man using a chain flail and wielding a meteor hammer like a whirlwind. When Wu Ming split the chain mail on his body, it took a little effort.
…
After several days of chaotic fighting, the top eight finalists of this one-man martial arts competition were finally determined.
Wu Ming was naturally among them, and after his observation, there were two more people worth noting, both of whom should be knights.
The first one is naturally the knight who has quit the church—Adrien. He has superb swordsmanship, is tall and strong, and is especially good at defeating opponents with one blow.
There is another one, who calls himself Alfred, and is the head of a famous mercenary group—Heart of the Wolf.
Their entire team has more than a hundred mercenaries, and they have achieved quite good results in this group battle. It is said that they have been recruited by the earl, and they are planning to canonize him as a knight.
Of course, he used honor as an excuse, and was not satisfied with being honored for commanding the mercenary group. Instead, he participated in this single match—'I want to win honor with my own sword! ' These are his exact words.
But Wu Ming felt that Alfred simply wanted more.
And, for some reason, when he saw this person, he always felt that the other person had a bit of a cold feeling, and also had a familiar temperament.
"According to the rules, the next step is the riding battle among the top eight!"
After the last selection, the clerk said to Wu Ming: "You need a set of knight armor, and a war horse, a real war horse! It's not the kind of thing that frightens the shit out of you when you hear the sound of killing and runs away. !"
Wu Ming touched his nose: "I barely own a horse. If I don't wear armor, will I be directly judged as a loser?"
The clerk looked at him with a look like a fool: "As long as you like, you can fight in civilian clothes!"
Obviously, he knew the power and defense of the full body armor combined with the charge of the horse. In his opinion, although the young man in front of him was good at martial arts, he would only be stabbed to death by a single shot when he encountered any real knight.
"Oh! William, it's really you!"
After walking out of the ceremony venue, Wu Ming immediately saw an acquaintance.
"Long time no see, Thakur Knight!"
With a smile on his face, he greeted brilliantly: "Would you like to find a place to have a drink?"
"my pleasure!"
Knight Thakur looked at Wu Ming now with a different taste, it was a sense of equality in his appreciation: "Your performance surprised the Baron very much. He has promised me that If you go back... the position of the captain of the town guard in Nia Town will be yours... Of course, after this martial arts competition!"
There was emotion on his face: "I never thought that our Lord Earl of Blue Mountain would be so generous... To be honest, I have lived in Fengying Plain so far, and I can guarantee that there is no better opportunity than this!"
While the two were talking, they came to a noisy bar. After spending several times the price, they got two glasses of inferior ale from the fat proprietress.
"Cheers to tomorrow's victory!"
Thakur toasted, and the two drank the ale in one gulp. The spicy and a little sour feeling made William's body very fresh in his memory.
"Since the quarter-finals, it has changed from foot battles to cavalry battles. I have to admit that although Master Lanshan has made an opening for the free people, the rules of the game are still biased towards the nobles and the rich..."
Thakur looked at Wu Ming and said sincerely: "Do you need armor and horses? You can use mine directly for the horses, and I will find a way for the armor... Here are some knight friends I know well, although their armors are not Fits well, but better than nothing!"
He looked around and lowered his voice: "Remember one thing! Don't choose to rent armor and war horses, it's too easy to be targeted and manipulated, don't overestimate the character of your opponent... After all, this is to change the fate of a lifetime , a major event affecting generations!"
"Thank you again! But I'm ready!"
Wu Ming politely rejected Thakur Knight's kindness, and the two drank a few more glasses. Seeing that he still had a match tomorrow, Thakur kindly asked him to go back early and rest more.
…
The day of the quarterfinals.
The square was rested, and the rest of the arena was removed, with colorful flags and ribbons floating around, and the loud tones of drummers and musicians lingering around the arena.
"Thakur, you met William yesterday, what did he say?"
Baron Terry's face was pale and his eyes were sunken. It was obvious that he didn't sleep well last night and consumed a lot of energy and energy.
"He is grateful for the kindness of the lord!"
Thakur bowed slightly: "And promised that after the game is over, if he has no other responsibilities, he will definitely come to serve the baron!"
Thakur naturally tried to make Wu Ming as good as possible.
"This is really gratifying news!" Baron Terry sighed: "I don't even know whether I should expect William to win or lose next time!"
"It is an honor to serve a baron!"
Tax official Fei De said quickly.
In fact, seeing William's performance yesterday really frightened him. Now he has no doubt that the disappearance of Arthur and the others was definitely written by William.
The only thing he was thankful for was that after being slightly hostile to William, he stopped as soon as possible, even though the suppression of Aunt Roja was within the rules, and he was not involved in a deeper vortex.
"I remember, William is just an ordinary farmer, right?"
Baron Terry watched as the railings opened on both sides, and a group of purely performing knights came to the field to show off their might, with a little unconfidence in his voice: "Even though armor and horses can be rented, is he familiar with the skills of wearing armor and riding horses?" ?”
Only nobles, or heirs of knights, can be carefree in their childhood, don't have to worry about rations, and hone their skills wholeheartedly.
Only this kind of family can support the consumption of horses and armor.
This condition is naturally very unfavorable for civilians.
But out of consideration for his own interests, even Baron Terry didn't think it was wrong at all, at most he just lamented William's misfortune.
As for Fede? I'm afraid that William would be defeated, not only defeated, but it would be better to die directly, so that he would no longer have to worry about the future.
"First round!"
The referee's loud voice resounded.
The surrounding audience stands became more and more noisy, and the flow of people was even more than at the beginning.
They are always full of a fiery interest in the battles between knights, the collision between spears and horses.
Perhaps... It is extremely rare to see the high-ranking knights killing each other in order to entertain them commoners, and it can satisfy some dark psychology.
"From Bert Tarr, a wandering knight from Coldwind Hold, to William, a freeman from Nia Town!"
bang!
The original performance knight exited, the railing fell, and an armored knight rushed into the square.
He was wearing the most orthodox knight plate armor, and his whole body seemed to be in an iron can. The horse under him was almost two or three meters high, covered with cloth armor sewn with iron sheets, and was fifteen feet long, four The five-meter-long knight's spear shone sharply in the sun, and the whole person looked like a moving steel fortress.
"Ohohoho!"
The knight walked around the arena, suddenly opened the mask on his helmet, and let out a long howl like a wolf's howl.
Seeing his flamboyant riding moves and strength, Thakur's face also became solemn. His rich experience made him know that this Burt is quite close to a real knight. Playing, I dare not say how confident I am.
"Well... this Bert is still the second son of Sir Ely, and he was sent to the Knights for training for freedom!"
Baron Terry said in surprise when he heard the news.
At this time, the top eight who can break through the siege, of course, there is not a simple one. It must have been a war. Most of the free knights chose to serve Viscount Garcia. Maybe more powerful guys will come out.
"Law!"
On the other side, Wu Ming also rode a black horse into the arena, causing Thakur's complexion to change greatly: "What?"