Warhammer Throne

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In thousands of years of history, there has never been a more exciting event than the Royal Tournament. On the spectacular Lion Ring Racecourse, the noisy and noisy sounds resounded in every corner. People from humble origins shouted, their humble voices. Overcoming the gasp of war horses and the clash of rifles, horses’ hoofs hit the ground, shields hit the tip of the guns, the knights shook their sweat, highlighting their glory, the smell of barbecue and the smell of cheap cider could not conceal the smell of sweat and mud The smell, this is the Royal Tournament.

This is a grand celebration, and it is also a rare noble activity that can relax and participate in the life of Breton serfs. After the establishment of the state of Breton, the fairy of the lake clearly has an oracle to allow serfs. Participating in this highest-level ceremony is their very little happy time in the long toil and boring life. The knight masters will ride on their horses, step onto the field, and use their own rifles to fight for the highest honor for themselves. When the horses clash and the light and shadow of the lance pass through the hot air, it is the place of the competition. The crowd will burst into waves of cheers. Everyone wants to support the knight. Able to win the final victory.

This is the Royal Tournament.

Like the history of the founding of Bretania, the Royal Tournament has a history of a thousand years. This was once a way for Breton knights to ensure their fighting strength and sense of glory while enjoying a short period of peace. The convention provided a platform for those unfamiliar and talented knights to show their strength, so it quickly became the most popular event in the entire kingdom, and gradually formed the current royal tournament.

Although in the long history, the Royal Tournament has never fallen out of favor, but since the Dol Tower incident, the Royal Tournament in Brittany has indeed been held less and less frequently. Today, there have been nearly two. The Royal Tournament has not been held in ten years. In fact, it is not that the Knight King did not want to hold it, but after the Dol Tower incident, Brittany began to decline, and the kingdom's financial capacity gradually could not support such a large-scale event.

However, unlike Richard’s financial constraints, Ryan has money. The new king is really rich. He took out 30,000 gold crowns in one breath, plus the Fairy Church in the Lake and appropriately subsidized a part of the material conditions. Is satisfied.

In history, there have been many famous royal tournaments in Bretania. Before the Principality of Artois died, the Duke of Artois recruited his only daughter, and the winner could join and inherit. As the Duke of Artois, hundreds of knights were beaten to death in order to marry the Duke's daughter.

Jules, the "righteous" knight king, once held a royal knight tournament in the Duchy of Winford. At the meeting he defeated a wood elf prince. The wood elf was forced to abandon a disputed territory. The Bretons were there. A brand new Holy Grail church was built.

Colorful flags are displayed. This Royal Tournament is particularly grand. Hundreds of chefs are gathered together, and various kinds of wine and dishes are constantly being served. Jaina and others are sitting on the main stand, the dazzling golden chalice is placed in front of the stage, hundreds of Breton knights are full of excitement and madness, this is an opportunity to show themselves in front of the ladies, if To be able to win is to get the reward of the Holy Grail!

"My lady, do you really want the Holy Grail as a reward?" Ryan sat next to the fairy in the lake, with Queen Suria on his right hand, and Morgiana on the left hand of the fairy in the lake, Olika Standing behind them with Silvia, Veronica moved a chair with a sullen expression, she must squeeze in the main stand, and Ryan had to leave her alone.

Teresa's face was not as thick as Veronica, and she followed Aurora to the VIP table.

"If there is a feat worth mentioning, then why not?" The fairy in the lake dignifiedly sat on the tall chair with a lady sitting posture, tilted a pair of beautiful white silk legs, and she smiled casually when she saw Ryan's mouth and asked. Said: "Occasionally, it is good to give the knights some motivation, but the Holy Grail will not be so easy to get. Whether the knights can get my approval depends on themselves."

It can be seen that the fairy in the lake is in a very good mood, with the light blue heels tapping the wooden floor lightly, and she said playfully: "Anyway, neither the empire nor the people from the southern countries can be us. The Breton knight’s opponent, if the wood elves win, it’s good. They only get a gold cup, unless the champion is a Tyrell knight?"

When the fairy in the lake said so, Ryan, Suria, and Morjana couldn't help but laugh, only Veronica did not understand.

Today's Garland Witch is all dressed up. She is extremely proud that she has finally entered the apex of the pyramid of human society. Veronica knew that if she wanted to join them, she couldn't be excluded from the topic, so she immediately tried to ask. : "Can you explain it? Ryan? Sister Su Liya?"

"The knight from Tyrell has won the Royal Britannia Tournament three times." Ryan smiled and talked about this past. The Knight King smiled helplessly: "Unfortunately, it was not an upright victory."

Yes, the knights of the Tyrell kingdom of the southern kingdom have won the Royal Tournament three times, but what they did made the Bretons feel disgusted and disgusted, from the fairies in the lake to the serfs. I hate Tyrell's so-called knights. Even the serfs scolded these rogue knights. Not only would they not be scolded by the knight masters, they might even enjoy a glass of ale and a piece of barbecue.

Tyrell’s rogue knights won the Royal Tournament for the first time more than 600 years ago, when the third generation of knight king "White Death" Guillaume ruled. In the tournament, a team of Tyrell The knights joined the tournament, and then defeated the Breton knights in a lance charge, triumphantly took the prizes, and stunned everyone.

As a result, after the incident, the Bretonians discovered that the lances made by these rogue knights were about 30 centimeters longer than the normal standard lances! In such a competition, it is of course impossible for the Breton knights to win the lance duel!

Tyrell’s rogue knights won the Royal Tournament for the second time in a final. The two knights faced each other for several rounds. As a result, the Breton knights suddenly twitched their muscles and foamed at the mouth during the duel. After being knocked down, the Tyrells took the prize again. They resolutely denied that they poisoned their weapons. They also kindly advised the Bretons that your knight is sick and you should go to the Saria Nursing Home. .

For the third time, when Tyrell’s rogue knights participated in the tournament again, the Bretons had learned to be smart. They checked the Tyrell’s weapons and set strict rules of the game. When the knight was about to enter the game, a Tyrell noble lady rushed out of the crowd excitedly and gave the Breton knight a passionate kiss. Out of knighthood and vanity, the knight did not refuse.

As a result, shortly after the start of the game, the Breton Cavaliers looked bluish, confused, and was easily defeated. Afterwards, they were poisoned to death. The failed Bretons were forced to comply with the agreement and withdrew from the army attacking Tyrell. .

Similarly, afterwards, the Tyrell also refused to admit that the noble lady's lips were smeared with poison.

"You can't trust an imperial person unless the other person is Tyrell."

Breton proverb

"Okay, it turns out that the Tyrells are so shameless." Veronica felt she had nothing to say after listening, but the Tyrells really don’t have a spirit of contract. What they like most is stealing, rape, and slippery. Due to Tyrell’s chaotic political situation and never unified, local protectionism and populism prevailed in Tyrell both in the duchy’s court and in the courts. If the truth is unreasonable, the judgment of the local court cannot guarantee justice, which is extremely easy. Kidnapped by populists, nobles often made promises in order to run for city-state princes. Anyway, they were elected first. This caused Tyrell's political situation to be almost permanently chaotic without the pressure of foreign enemies.

"Is Theresa just not wanting to come up?" Ryan cared about the female warlock instead.

"Theresa said she was going to be with Aurora." Su Liya shook her head, and the female knight wore a crown on her head, and she was all jeweled and glamorous: "She said she didn't want to be special."

"Heh, what a rigid and proud little princess, this kind of opportunity is only a few times in her life." Veronica immediately sneered: "How many chances does a witch have in her life to sit with the Knight King and the Lady of the Lake to watch the game? Many things that are impossible to accomplish. In this case, maybe only a few words or a transaction can solve the problem. If she has been carrying the shelf all her life, then she..."

"Well, Veronica, watch the game." Ryan knew that Veronica was going to taunt Teresa routinely, and quickly motioned to her to shut up.

The Maelstrom in the backyard and the battle between the dragons and the tigers Ryan knows a little bit, women do not accept anyone, he can only pretend not to know a lot of things, but they have reached a consensus on the unity and outsiders, Ryan can only let freedom on this, he has to do It is to consolidate the authority of Su Liya's wife, and he can't control anything else.

On the other side, in the VIP seats, Emperor Karl-Franz and others were also sitting on the stands. At this time, Breton knights, imperial knights, and wood elf riders had already entered the arena. The emperor was very interested Looking at the pomp in the arena, he said to Marius who was sitting next to him: "I remember that this kind of knight contest was introduced to the empire many years ago."

"Yes, many years ago." Elector Marius was full of disdain: "But the state of the empire is like this. Unlike the supervision of the Ladies in the Lake Church and the spurs of the Ladies in the Lake across the mountain, this kind of competition in our empire started at the beginning. It’s all good, but after a few or more than a dozen sessions, no matter how good the starting point is, it eventually becomes a place for a group of noble children to brush up their qualifications and compete for family heritage. The championship is often decided before the competition begins. Except for your Royal Rick Guards Tournament because the emperor personally supervises and dares not to fake it, everything else is the same."

"Ah? Hehehe~" Marius told the facts so directly that the electors of the empire were a little embarrassed, and everyone smiled awkwardly and wanted to expose this topic.

"No! Urik will not allow this to happen, Marius, you are nonsense!" Elector Boris glared at his one-eyed, and said dissatisfiedly.

As soon as the voice fell, an imperial knight was shot down with a lance by a knight of the Kingdom of Breton, rolled a few times on the turf, and passed out.

"Fnndp! Middenheim never holds competitions. You have chosen the White Wolf Knights from the people with the purest blood and the most kills. Do you think I don't know?" The Grand Duke of Baker Helmut Fellhaba immediately retorted: "Shit, it's really shameful."

"You do it, you go!" Boris retorted, "Didn't you claim that your dark swordsmanship is very good?"

"He? He is not dark swordsmanship at all, he is slow swordsmanship." The Elector of Wolfen and the Grand Duke of Oster vomited: "We all know that Helmut is the most important thing. The source of combat power is his crotch, and his half-griffon mount can fight more than he can."

"Ahem, the weather has turned cold these days, and I am not very comfortable, so let's forget it this time." Sure enough, the Elector of Helmut knew that he was not good enough. He coughed twice: "By the way, did you find out? His Majesty King Ryan, he is surrounded by women, and our Majesty Carl is surrounded by a group of stinky men. It’s so weird, I’m shocked. This new king is really cool. Is he busy every day? Reading?"

"Hahahahaha~" There was a burst of laughter from the VIP seats on the empire. The emperor and the electors realized that it was really the case. Karl Franz also smiled at Emilia: "Emano Li, would you like to go up with them?"

"Why don't you go head-to-head with Ryan, my majesty?" Emilia replied angrily: "My majesty, didn't you notice? The knights of the empire are about to be eliminated!"

The people who were talking and laughing discovered that, indeed, the imperial knights were defeated one after another, and they would all be eliminated, although the strength of the imperial knights was indeed inferior to the knights of Breton, and the emperor's face was not good. nice.

"You guys, say, if the Royal Tournament in Brittany allows an imperial man to win, will the Lady of the Lake bestow him with the power of the Holy Grail?" At this time, the elector Marius spoke with the expression of the mad count. It's like seeing my favorite prey: "I can't help but want to see the reaction of the lady in the lake."

"Marius... you want to play?" Karl-Franz immediately realized Marius' plan.

"Why not?" Marius smiled: "I'm not afraid of anyone except the holy grail knight. Today I will learn about the strength of the knight across the mountain!"

After finishing talking, before everyone reacted, Marius-Letterdorf, the Elector of Tuscany and Grand Duke of Ivy, pulled out his Elector’s Holy Sword, Mother of Destruction. He sneered and motioned to his attendants to lead his own. Mount, an imperial war horse named Daisy Kurt von Helding II.

He is ready to play the game himself.

On the other side, the VIP seats in Brittania, the dukes also saw this scene, François said to Bohemond: "Look, the mad count of the empire is going to play, and the knights we sent Probably not his opponent."

"No! The glory of the Holy Grail belongs only to us Bretonians! We must never allow the empires to win the Holy Grail!" Berhemond seemed to be touched by some sensitive nerves: "Never not allowed! Servant, come to me !"

"No, Berhemond, you can't play!" Kingdom Regent Lawn said quickly: "We, as the holy grail knights, already have the power and glory of the holy grail. In the spirit of chivalry, we can't go off the court to fight for the holy grail, we Can't rob us of what we have already obtained, this is not chivalry!"

"What should I do?" Berhemond asked Francois subconsciously, wanting to ask his opinion.

"The empire sends an elector, then we also send a duke, who is not yet a holy grail knight to play." François said lightly: "As for the candidate..."

"Leave it to me!" Duke Poldero, the champion of the sea **** Mannan, Duke Bodrick stood up, his eyes were full of fanaticism and piety, and the holy grail he longed for was close at hand. : "Let me meet the mad count of the empire for a while!"

After that, before everyone agreed, the ninety-year-old Duke directly took the Poseidon Trident from his subordinates, and was ready to end!

At the same time, at the elven seat, Targris was stationed with Lilith’s Moon Staff. He noticed that both the Empire and Bretania would have legendary lords going to fight for the Holy Grail. The Supreme Master saw it. Aralos said: "Esley doesn't plan to go down to the game?"

"I'm not fit to end, unless Ryan is off in person." Alaros shook his head. He stared blankly at the grandstand in the distance, the fairy in the lake who was talking to Ryan, the champion of the wood elves wearing a dazzling green light. His antler helmet, his face gradually strengthened: "But we will take the Holy Grail and dedicate it to Lilith... Estes!"

"Yes!" A wood elf prince walked from behind to the front, his face covered with oil and resin was full of unruly and wild power.

"Go and win this conference! Bring the Holy Grail!"

"Yes!"