But this vassal knight known for his bravery was defeated in this way.
He lowered his head blankly.
Looking at the wooden spear held against his lower abdomen, he had a look of astonishment on his face.
He couldn't imagine that he was defeated so easily.
The stunned people around and the silent viewing platform on the city wall made him feel unwilling, which immediately turned into anger. He howled and took half a step back, reaching out to grab the wooden spear against him , rushed forward ferociously, wanting to hit that indifferent face heavily with the shield in his hand.
"How could I lose!" There was resentment in his eyes.
But what greeted him was not victory, but the rider of Salander turned around nimbly, let go of the wooden spear without hesitation, drew out the wooden sword at his waist, and struck him again in the lower abdomen with the hilt.
But this time the Salander rider showed no mercy at all.
It's like fighting in close combat.
Steady and ruthless.
"Boom." There was a slight voice.
The hilt of the sword made heavy contact with the unprotected abdomen of the vassal knight.
The vassal knight who was still aggressive suddenly stopped, his eyes stared out, his eyes were dull, he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, and curled up and slowly fell to the ground.
Only then did the Salander rider back away slowly.
It was still silent.
Even the servant who was announcing the result trembled and did not react.
No one expected the result to be so straightforward.
Even the silent people on the viewing platform felt that their necks were a little stiff, let alone shouting, and they didn't even dare to turn their heads to look at Baron Dylan at this time.
Such two consecutive failures were undoubtedly a provocation to the baron behind him.
Baron Dylan's face was indeed a little livid.
It's very embarrassing.
But he took a slight breath to restore his emotions as much as possible, forced a smile, and said to Kant next to him: "You are really a good guard, little Kant, I am really puzzled, how could your guard be so strong."
"I... don't understand either." Kant looked puzzled.
He really didn't know, and he didn't expect it either.
The Sarande riders of these 4th-level arms would defeat the vassal knights so simply and neatly.
However, he still explained: "That is the strongest guard among my guards. He was once able to resist more than a dozen jackals alone. He is a very strong guard."
"That's no wonder." Baron Dylan's face improved a lot.
The big businessmen and landlords around also nodded thoughtfully.
No wonder.
If it weren't for the strongest, it would be impossible to defeat that equally powerful vassal knight so neatly, otherwise the entire knights in the Stone Pass would be a joke
"Give the winner 5 big silver coins!" Baron Dylan ordered.
At the same time, he smiled and said to his steward: "Give that defeated knight a big silver coin, and tell him not to lose heart. This is a strong guard among the guards. He underestimated the enemy at the beginning, and he deserved to lose."
"Of course." The butler immediately stepped down from the viewing platform.
"Just Lord Dylan."
And those businessmen and landlords, one after another, flattered their own baron.
Even the people below cheered again, and continued to make the atmosphere lively, obviously accepting this truth. After all, Baron Dylan is the supreme authority in the domain, and the explanation he gave is completely correct, and there is no need to doubt it at all. .
The rewards are given out quickly.
But Kant shook his head at Manid next to him.
The two figured it out.
Manid immediately understood, walked quickly down the viewing platform, went to the outside of the arena under the city wall, lightly reminded the other waiting Salander riders, and then came back.
Seeing Manid nodded, Kant smiled.
Just do it.
"Continue to start the competition!" The steward's voice sounded again.
The Salander riders and the vassal knights on the field fought together, but they did not have the crispness and suddenness of the previous match. Instead, the Salander riders who followed seemed a bit clumsy, with a strict eye on the traces and tracks of the attack, Almost as standard as in the textbook.
Sometimes it is not suitable for real actual combat, even if it is a game similar to actual combat.
soon.
These Sarande riders and vassal knights have victories and losses.
But in the end, there are more riders who fail.
It made the faces of those vassal knights look better, and at the same time they discussed secretly, expressing a bit of sarcasm from their hearts to these knight attendants who seemed dull at first glance.
"The attack is too rigid." The smile returned to Baron Dylan's face.
"Yes." Kant nodded.
Right in the arena, the last game is over.
The Sarande rider used the most standard attack method, was dodged by the flexible figure of the vassal knight, and then tapped the Sarande rider's back with a wooden sword, announcing the victory of the match.
"Long live! You are the strongest!"
"The knights under Baron Dylan are the most powerful knights!"
The civilians were all shouting, cheering for the vassal knights on their side to win the game.
The atmosphere in the arena was extremely hot.
It was still the same on the viewing stand, they were all praising the superb combat skills of the vassal knights, and at the same time belittled the Salander riders' rigid, textbook-like attacking posture, revealing disdain in their words.
"Huha!"
The last victorious vassal knight also let out a battle cry of victory, and raised his wooden shield and wooden sword to make provocative actions against the Salander riders.
It's just that this provocation was still ignored.
The 20 Salander riders turned and left on their own.
But in the eyes of those civilians and the vassal knights, this is tantamount to fleeing.
Immediately, a more mocking voice sounded.
"Little Kant, I hope you won't be angry." Baron Dylan turned his head and seemed to comfort Kant: "Sometimes victory cannot be limited to those inferior gnolls. Superb skill and great strength."
"Maybe." Kant shrugged a little disappointed.
But no one could see the sarcasm hidden in his lowered eyes.
Yes, it's just a game.
But how could the Sarande riders, who came out of the Sarande desert and experienced countless battles, and were endowed with powerful fighting skills by the system, easily lose the victory
If he hadn't asked Manid to notify those Salander riders.
It is estimated that these vassal knights have been beaten all over the floor long ago, completely embarrassing Baron Dylan!
This is for the bigger picture.
Kant was unwilling to expose his strength so early.
If he can show a little strength, let Baron Dylan know that he has hidden forces to support him.
If the sentry oasis is now exposed.
It is estimated that the consequence is that Baron Dylan will be afraid of him, and there is even the possibility of turning his face directly.
The current harmony rests on the premise that interests and Kant's strength are weak.
Once Baron Dylan finds out that Kant's strength has taken root in the Nalun Desert and has become a terrifying devouring beast, it is absolutely impossible for him to sleep peacefully as he is now. Stronger aristocratic forces united to devour Kant.
No one is a fool to become a noble, and no one wants to see other nobles become stronger than themselves!
So Kant just pursed his lips and smiled.
But for others, this is the embarrassment and unnaturalness after losing the game.
For this reason, Baron Dylan came over, patted Kant on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "You are already lucky to have this group of guards, as long as you have a few more years to hone and become proficient, they will definitely be able to compare with these vassal knights of mine." Don't worry, it's nothing serious."
"Well, thank you for your arrangement, Uncle Dylan." Kant nodded with a smile.
The atmosphere became harmonious.
And Baron Dylan was holding liqueur mixed with honey, and when he was about to say something, the chubby butler walked over quickly from the tower next to the viewing stand, with a panic on his face.
"What's wrong?" Baron Dylan asked with a frown.
The butler approached Baron Dylan and hurriedly said, "I don't know what's going on, but Viscount Wayne's vassal knights have arrived outside, and they also said they want to participate in the tournament!"
"The vassal knight of Viscount Wayne?" Baron Dylan frowned.
His face was a little ugly, and he reprimanded the steward: "I don't remember, what happened to inviting the old vassal knight of Viscount Wayne to participate."
"I volunteered to participate."
While talking, a middle-aged man with a stern face walked out of the tower next to him.
The surrounding landlords and businessmen were slightly stunned.
Meanwhile, several vassal knights belonging to Baron Dylan stared at the middle-aged man with solemn faces, and subconsciously clenched the wine glasses in their hands, with cold faces without any smile.
"Oh, Knight Tracy, what a coincidence to see you here at this time."
Baron Dylan had a smile on his face.
But his smile was even more sneer and impatience: "I actually forgot to send you the invitation to the competition. I invited you to attend in advance?"
"Oh, thank you, Baron Dylan, I wonder when will you hold the tournament next time?" The middle-aged knight named Teresi also asked with a smile.
Baron Dylan shrugged: "Probably ten years later."
"Hahaha-"
Immediately, the vassal knights around burst into laughter. These knights belonging to Baron Dylan, of course, were quite at odds with the vassal knights from Viscount Wayne.
This stems from a struggle between two nobles.
But often, Dylan belongs to the baron, lower than Wayne, the viscount who leads the North County of the Principality.
They have been bullied.
Now that they can find an opportunity, it is also a pleasant thing for them to taunt this Viscount Wayne's vassal knight. Although they dare not taunt directly, but when they match their Baron Dylan's words at the right time, they can also laugh at the same time. comfort.
"Well, that's a pity."
But Teresi was not angry at all, instead he said lightly: "Ten years is a long time, long enough for some nobles to be deprived of their titles and become lowly commoners again." After a pause, he looked at Baron Dylan , and said in a flat tone: "Oh, maybe even the common people are not as good as those dirty and smelly poor."
PS: Next is the foreshadowing of extraordinary power...
(end of this chapter)