Apparently, Baron Dylan coveted Kant's Sarande riders.
Forbidden.
Although it looks easy, the vocabulary is simple.
But for these troops in the cold weapon era, as long as they can achieve these four characters, they can be called elites, because this represents discipline, which will be strictly observed in military operations!
"They are all good guys." Kant smiled modestly.
But this has deepened Baron Dylan's speculation that Kant has powerful help behind him.
If there is no power to help.
How could the 40 knight-level guards banned by this decree be caught by such a baron who lost his family's favor and was exiled to survive in the barren desert
Just go to any nobleman.
All you can get is more!
"It really makes me salivate. What kind of power is the legacy left by Princess Sofia?" Baron Dylan thought this thought lightly in his heart, and looked into Kant's eyes without leaving a trace, even more with fanaticism.
But in the arena at the bottom of the city walls.
2 teams are ready.
10 vassal knights on the left, and 10 Sarande riders on the right.
None of them rode a horse.
Instead, they are all on foot. For the sake of convenience, the scale of the entire arena is not large after all. If all 20 people are on horseback, they will not be able to use it at all. If you want to watch the horse-riding impact between knights, 2 people are the best choose.
"It's about to start." Baron Dylan said with complacency in his eyes.
Although these vassal knights seem to be loose, they are indeed capable of being kept by him.
There are many monsters in the Sanwaya Mountains.
Even the lowly wolf man tribe would be restless from time to time.
On weekdays, these knights are relied on to lead the team to deal with it. If they don't have some skills, they may have died in the Sangwaya Mountains. If they want to live until now, their strength must not be underestimated.
Kant was silent.
He also had some doubts about his 10 Salander riders.
After all, they are all level 4 arms.
If the level 5 Mamluks are here, they may still be able to fight. After all, these level 5 arms are the strongest that Kant can have at present, which is a qualitative improvement compared to the level 4 arms!
"You don't seem to have confidence in your guards?"
Baron Dylan smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, this is just a competition."
"Of course." Kant smiled and shook his head.
Just below, as the two sides got ready, the servant in charge of calling out also repeated the rules.
Then he raised the flag in his hand and waved it down heavily.
"start!"
The competition is officially announced.
And those people who were still lively were also watching the two teams on the arena very intently.
Even the newcomers who have retired are watching solemnly.
This is a competition among real knights. As long as you learn a few useful skills during the observation, it will be of great help to them in the future, and even more conducive to their development!
But the expected collision never came.
The 10 Sarande riders stood side by side, holding shields in their left hands and spears in their right hands, marching carefully in formation, but not fast.
Just like the most common formation of pikemen.
This made those vassal knights who took a few steps forward at a fast pace and had no concept of formation at all a little dazed. In their impression, in such a competitive meeting, even on a real battlefield, apart from the formation of infantry, These knights often lead their troops to the front to show their bravery. At the same time, they also use their powerful combat skills to lead the troops to tear open a hole in the enemy's formation as the final breakthrough.
But in foot combat, it is not so heroic to rush forward in a mess.
Especially when the other party is placed in a tight turtle shell.
They rushed up, maybe a little bit not optimistic.
"Hey, are you guys violating the rules? Why are you all gathered together? Come out and challenge us one-on-one! Don't you guys be cowards? You'll be looked down upon for being so timid!"
Those vassal knights stimulated the Salander rider with mocking tones.
But the ten Salander riders stood still.
Still advancing slowly, 10 held a 2-meter-long wooden spear in his hand, and approached the scattered vassal knights little by little, with no expression on his indifferent face, as if he didn't care about the mocking words at all. .
"Hit! Hit! Don't dawdle!"
Someone was shouting from below.
But many residents waved their fists enthusiastically.
Obviously, moving forward slowly and testing each other like this is not what they want to see at all.
Even on the city wall, many merchants and landlords were frowning.
Even Baron Dylan smiled and said to Kant: "Little Kant, it seems that your soldiers are very cautious."
"I don't know much about it either."
Kant's timely display of his ignorance.
But he still smiled and said, "But when they kill the gnolls, they are very powerful. Basically, 10 people on horseback can chase down hundreds of gnolls and win."
"Hmm." Baron Dylan nodded without saying anything.
In his opinion, it is not a big deal that his vassal knights can do the same.
But at this moment.
The 10 Sarande riders under the city wall rushed forward as if they had negotiated, and they arrived at a distance of nearly ten meters, while the vassal knights were still standing scatteredly, holding The wooden sword and wooden spear were not prepared at all, they could only retreat in shock, but they couldn't dodge the 10 wooden spears that were stabbing straight at them.
The top of the wooden spear is not an iron spear point, but also a spear point cut from wood without a sharpened edge.
But stabbing people still has a little pain.
What's more, the attack of the Salander riders was unexpected, and these vassal knights were not noticed at all. They quickly let go and retreated to the sides, but two or three of them still couldn't dodge, and were stabbed in the back or stomach by the spear point, announcing their end.
"Losing?"
They didn't react, they just stood in the arena blankly.
Even the people around did not react.
Baron Dylan on the city wall still had a smile on his face, but the smile froze on his face. Looking at the vassal knights who were completely scattered underneath and chased and beaten by these Sarande riders in the arena, his expression It suddenly turned red.
Kant didn't speak either, just looked down quietly like this.
soon.
All the scattered vassal knights were declared defeated.
"Master Kant's guards have won!"
The servants hesitated a bit. Seeing the vicious gazes of the vassal knights, they said the result helplessly. After all, it was these vassal knights who were defeated, not the Sarande riders.
"It's not fair!"
The vassal knights became a little annoyed.
They all shouted: "In the arena, how can it be possible to fight like this, obviously you should show your strength!"
They were all saying similar things, looking up at the viewing stand.
"Yes, it's not fair!"
"Demand a rematch! They can't do this!"
"We want to watch exciting games, not this boring stuff!"
"Cheating, this is cheating!"
And the spectators composed of commoners below protested one after another, saying that the Salander rider cheated, and this kind of competition in the arena is simply not allowed. They should fight alone against each other like real men!
Baron Dylan also turned slightly to look at Kant.
Hearing those people shouting for re-competition, his face recovered a little, and he said with a bit of a smile: "Little Kant, your guards seem to regard the arena as a battlefield."
"I don't know either." Kant still didn't know anything, rubbed his head and said, "Maybe they don't know."
"Then one-on-one." Baron Dylan made a decision with a smile.
And there is no intention of letting Kant choose.
Soon this decision was made, and the people below immediately cheered.
Those vassal knights also issued provocations.
It's just that the Sarande riders are still expressionless, just like the Sarande Great Desert that will never change, no matter how the wind blows the sand, they are all waiting here.
On the arena, it was 2 people who reappeared.
Each holding a wooden shield and wooden spear, and a wooden sword in his arms, is a Sarande rider and a vassal knight.
"Hey, I'll put you under my ass!"
That vassal knight was provoking.
But for the Salander rider, he didn't care at all. The vassal rider in front of him lowered his body slightly and blocked the wooden shield in front of him. The wooden spear in his hand was hidden behind like a poisonous snake.
The skills of the Salanders have been honed on the battlefield and at home.
They are a people in the desert.
If you don't want to eat ashes in the desert forever, then conquering or expelling other races and obtaining the resources of the oasis alone have long been wiped out in history, instead of ruling the Sarande Desert as it is now, and then heading towards the continent of Calradia All spread over.
"start!"
The servant's flag waved down immediately.
The people below were all shouting, cheering for their vassal knights.
"Defeat the outsiders!"
"Come on! Let him know how powerful the Stone Pass is!"
"You are the strongest knight-sama!"
The cheers were overwhelming.
Let that vassal knight have a confident smile on his face.
This is derived from the confidence of killing powerful demonized creatures several times in the Sanwaya Mountains.
"Look at my spear!" He shouted, thrusting forward quickly, the spear in his hand seemed to be thrust out at any time, piercing that Sarande rider.
But the Sarande rider still bowed his body.
Look at the spear that stabs at extreme speed.
The whole person turned around directly, and the shield in his left hand was lifted obliquely, just blocking the direction of the spear, and he lifted it up directly with that ingenuity, while the spear held in his right hand was placed flat on his waist like that, but It just happened to stab the vassal knight in the abdomen.
It was only 10 seconds before and after.
Those people who were still cheering and demanding to beat up Salander's rider were like ducks holding their throats.
All of them blushed, their eyes widened and they lost their voices.
And even on the viewing platform, there was a sudden silence.
It took a while.
"This...impossible!" Finally, a businessman spoke with astonishment on his face.
Did he ever remember that the vassal knight who was standing there in disbelief had easily dealt with a demonized creature back then, and used the spear in his hand to pierce that demonized creature from its mouth all the way? Cracked the spine, stabbed out on the buttocks, and howled for a long time before dying miserably!
(end of this chapter)