Warhammer Throne

At this time, the sky was gradually entering the night, and the attendants and the dwarf craftsmen began to enter the arena to prepare for the duel stage. The match did not start immediately, because whether it was Boderek, Marius or the Wood Elf Estes, they had actually been fighting. After a few games, they were a little tired and slightly injured. Everyone took a break for a while, waiting for the completion of the stage.

Among them, there is an episode in which a ranger knight Cedric from Le-Angoulan and another ranger knight Potter from Lyonese applied to Ryan to initiate a life-and-death battle.

What is a life and death fight?

It is an unlimited duel between two knights. Unless one party surrenders actively, this duel must be carried out until one of them dies. It is an extremely cruel duel method. Only when the two knights have extremely deep enmity and cannot use negotiation to reconcile. , Will choose this kind of life and death duel.

"My king, I sincerely ask you, is this duel a pastime or an honor showdown?"

"Never, there must be death!"

The highest order of the second generation of knight king "Reckless" Lewis in the Royal Tournament

Ryan didn't want to see this life and death duel at first, but both sides insisted that since there is such a glorious tradition, Ryan has no reason to oppose. Seeing that the fairy in the lake did not express his position, he nodded in agreement.

It is said that Cedric and Porter had an irreconcilable difference because of the beautiful lady named Le Winter. The ghost knew who had taken it with a sword. Both sides always looked at each other with spiteful fire in their eyes, Ryan He shook his head straight as he watched: "Well, this is an old drama. Everyone likes to watch this kind of dispute. Anyway, it is not too big to watch trouble."

"Hey~" Veronica came up from behind, and the Garland Witch smiled and said in Ryan's ear: "That's how it is. You didn't tell me before. The people like to hear it, you don't like it, you are the oldest. ?"

"Ha~hahahaha!" Ryan smiled when he heard the words. He stretched out his hand and squeezed the tender cheek of the Jialan Witch: "That was before. Before, I was the people. Now I am the king. I don’t like it. It’s enough, dear. Yes, do you use the sword of the previous dynasty to kill the king of this dynasty?"

"Come here, take this witch down, dress up and send it to my room." After speaking, Ryan said with great authority: "I want her to experience my gun riding skills."

The fairy in the lake couldn't stop laughing at the words, and Ryan was always so humorous.

"Uuuuu~" Veronica pretended to be frightened, she hurriedly shrank to Su Liya's, and complained to his wife: "Sister Su Liya, look at Ryan, when a man has money and power, he will go bad immediately. You have to control him, we can only count on you!"

Suria was actually a little envious of Veronica who dared to joke with Ryan unscrupulously, and dared to ignore Ryan's increasingly terrifying majesty and heavy air pressure. The Queen of Brittany could only smile and hold the king's hand. "Ryan won't be that kind of person, Ms. Veronica, you might as well sacrifice yourself to calm the king's anger."

"Hahahaha~" There was a burst of laughter from the main stand, and Mogiana seemed to remember something again, and then laughed.

There is still some time before the final duel. After watching the game in the afternoon, everyone was a little hungry. A lot of food was sent into the arena. In the stands, except for the fairy in the lake who just took a few fruits, everyone was rushing. Time to eat, but also hurry to rest.

"It's a pity that Devonhill didn't come. This kind of grand competition should let him come to see it, which is very good for his future." Su Liya gracefully cut the juicy cow with a knife and fork, and then used it. The fork rolled up Tyrell noodles wrapped in tomato sauce, and the queen regretted that the little prince hadn't come.

Devonhill did not participate in the Royal Tournament in the afternoon, because Anglang said he had a private party and asked Little Devonhill if he wanted to go and meet the world together. Little Devonhill and Anglang are closest to each other. Naturally, he raised his hands in agreement. Ryan considered that little Devonshire was so young that it would be bad for him to fight and kill, so he asked Little Devonshire to follow Anglang.

Su Liya was a little worried: "I don't know how Devin is doing, what he ate at night."

"It's okay, Su Liya, it's impossible for my son to follow Uncle Anglang." Ryan vomited: "Don't worry."

"I didn't worry about this, I just thought it would be better for him to feel this kind of atmosphere." Su Liya was still a little concerned.

"There will be many opportunities in the future, my wife." Ryan smiled slightly. Seeing that her husband had made a decision, Su Liya stopped talking. As Ryan’s wife, Su Liya was actually in charge of Ryan’s court, but She rarely opposes Ryan's decision, which can be regarded as a tacit understanding between husband and wife.

At this time, in the Lion Ring Racecourse, Duke Boderek is sitting on a bench. The old Duke is now very old. He is panting, sweating like rain, and his limbs are numb. The legendary peak powerhouse, Bo Derek, who is nearly a hundred years old, is equivalent to a normal person's age of about fifty. As a warrior, he can feel that his physical fitness starts at the age of eighty, and every day is slowly Decline, the shackles of physical stamina and the decline in physical fitness forced him to change his fighting style, but even so, Boderek’s physical stamina is still unable to compete with the Wood Elf Woodland Lord, who is a longevity species, and he is only forty years old this year. Compared with the elector of Marius.

Is he old? Bo Derek questioned himself deep in his heart more than once.

"Father, have something to eat." His eldest son, Federmond, came up from behind. The 50-year-old Baron and his first heir brought up a glass of clear water blessed by the prophet of the lake god. , And a few small Elf biscuits.

This kind of elf biscuit is imported from the high elf Safrui Kingdom Hesi Baita. A small piece can be used to top a meal. It quickly restores energy, ensures nutrition and does not hurt the intestines. Of course, the price is quite high. Only the great nobles can enjoy it.

"Fedmond." Boderek looked at his son. The old prince’s eyes showed a trace of mercy. This is his son. Federmond has completed the Holy Grail Expedition. Even if he really doesn’t work anymore. To have his son succeed him: "Thank you."

"Father, come on, you can't lose, Poldero can't lose, Bretania can't lose." Federmond sat next to his father, and he looked at his father's two rivals: "The enemy is very powerful. , But we are the descendants of Marcus, the son of the Seagod, and we will never fear any enemy!"

"Yes, never underestimate the heart of a champion." Bo Derek took a rest for a while, he picked up the Poseidon Trident and stood up again.

At this time, the pecking of the two ranger knights in the life-and-death battle was over. Potter hacked Cedric to death alive, pierced his heart with a sharp sword, and declared his victory.

The attendants came up to clear the scene, and then signaled that the duel stage had been cleared.

The three players took the stage almost at the same time. The Woodland Lord Estes rode a stag, and Marius and Boderek rode their own horses, each standing on the foot of the stage.

Marius is holding the Elector’s Sacred Sword and the Dwarf Enchanted Rune Sword. The Woodland Lord Estes is holding a sharp elven long sword forged from the Vaal Anvil in the Wood Elf Starlight Furnace Woodland. His other hand should have been holding one. The long bow, but this game is not allowed to use long-range, so he replaced with a leafy spear.

Bo Derek held the Poseidon Trident in one hand and the shield in the other. After the three parties came on the field, they were not eager to start a duel. They carefully looked at their opponents.

Boderek knew that when he was old, he could not be the opponent of Marius and Estes physically, but he was undoubtedly better than rich combat experience, skill and strength. In order to gain the initiative, he must Distribute your physical stamina reasonably and find a suitable opponent for yourself.

So, is it the mad, maddening imperial elector, or the mysterious wood elf?

The three parties tentatively approached. In the eyes of everyone, the Wood Elf's woodland lord Estes took the first shot. He rode a strong stag and pulled the reins: "For Olain, for Esso Loren!"

"For the empire, for Charlemagne!"

"For Poldero, for the lady!"

Two loud shouts sounded almost at the same time, and now the battle has begun!

Duke Bodrick first handed in with Estes. The pure-blood elf war horse carried the old Duke to leap forward. The power of the Seagod's trident flowed along the dazzling golden light and spewed out along the halberd tip. , Took the head of Estes, the wood elf was obviously a little hurried in the face of the old duke’s attack. He tried hard to avoid but was pierced by the halberd in his shoulder. The power of the sea **** and the wrath of the lake **** were on him. A gold line was drawn on his shoulder, followed by bright red blood.

Before Estes uttered a cry of pain, a holy sword carrying incomparable power was slashed directly at the head of the wood elf. The Mother of Destruction was extremely fast. The sword has a strange rhythm. Even if the woodland lord Estes has expected this blow, he can hardly avoid it. Marius does not intend to leave any face at all, and his blow must be straight. Take the life of this wood elf!

Estes felt his heart shrunk into a ball, as if he had lost consciousness. The Elector's holy sword was so sharp that a single sword was enough to kill him when he poured lead on his hands and feet.

"Clang!" A sound of golden and iron strikes came from the side. Marius looked at the Trident of the Seagod in the air incredulously. Duke Bodrick blocked the Mother of Destruction, and the old Duke coldly motioned not to let you take advantage of it. People in danger.

"Huh!" Marius saw the holy sword and put away the holy sword, Estes also backed back after covering the wound with his hand.

Bo Derek was about to regroup and fight again, but found that Marius stared at him, the mad count was grotesque, and he snarled at the wood elf.

The old prince narrowed his eyes, and he immediately understood what Marius meant.

Very good, I think so too.

arrange!

When Estes gasped and was about to launch a counterattack, he discovered that the Elector Marius and the Duke of Boderek launched a fierce attack on him together!

The Poseidon’s Trident drew a twinkling golden light one after another, the sharp pointed tip cut through the air, exuding a pungent fishy smell, the Elector’s holy sword flew in the air, and Marius’s attack was completely desperate and violent. Fa, the pig cry in his mouth was louder than ever, vowing to weed out this wood elf first!

No sharp ears are allowed in human duels!

Estes let out an angry roar. He could hardly resist the simultaneous onslaught of both sides. More importantly, the weapon in his hand was not a divine weapon. The weapon forged in the Val Anvil's furnace was in no way comparable to the Empire's. The emperor's holy sword and the trident with the blessing of the sea god, soon Estes was injured by the artifact.

However, despite the fact that the woodland lord had several wounds, he was still full of energy and never tired. His long sword had just resisted Marius’s holy sword of the elect, and the green leaf spear was designed to protect him from a fatal one. Completely broken by hitting!

Take advantage of it now! The Duke Boderek roared, the horse under his seat raised its hooves, and the trident in his hand stabbed the wood elf forcefully. Estes used the broken spear tip of the green leaf spear to barely resist Boderek's attack. , Marius took the opportunity to swing his enchanted rune sword, and while Estes was tired of blocking, his armor was torn by the Elector’s Holy Sword, and blood poured out.

Seeing that the situation is irreversible, Estes finally made a decision that he can't lose, he can't lose to these inferior people!

The sharp whistle pierced the night sky, and a giant eagle suddenly appeared above the sky. It flapped its wings and flew to the stage. Its wings slapped down vigorously. Both Boderick and Marius were shocked. Jump, Bo Derek quickly lowered his head, and the claws of the great eagle swept across his helmet. The claws enough to smash his head knocked the old duke's cross helmet off his head, almost even more. After knocking him off the horse on the spot, Bo Derek's face was exposed, leaving a bruise on the old prince's face, and bright red blood ran down his face.

The Elector Marius was not so lucky. He was hit by a giant eagle on the spot. He was thrown off with his horse and fell outside the stage. The mad count screamed and screamed unwillingly. He was unwilling to lose!

"Wow!" There was an uproar in the arena, this kind of sacred duel, the despicable elves actually use magic?

"Despicable and shameless!"

"Loss of honor!"

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

"Dirty pointed ears, with your tricks, get out of the land the goddess gave us!"

The venue was full of Bretons cursing, and the Empire also publicly protested. At this time, everyone turned their eyes to the main stand. The goddess of justice and the king will treat the wood elves openly in the game. Summoning magic in the game?

Ryan frowned slightly. The Wood Elf hand was really nasty. The newly appointed Knight King was about to stand up and announcing that the Wood Elf had lost the eligibility for the game, but Duke Bodrick raised his hand to the main stand.

The old prince signaled in the puzzled eyes of everyone: "It doesn't matter! Magic weapons are originally part of the duel, my lady, my majesty, please let me finish this duel!"

"Since this is your choice, then as you wish!" Seeing Bo Derek's determination, Ryan had to agree, and the lake fairy nodded slightly to signal the game to continue.

"Huh! Despicable humans, this champion, this gold cup, belongs to Eslay!" The **** woodland lord Estes nodded towards Alalos in the stands. The wood elves wanted to get it. They can do nothing. If Estes can't defeat humans in the way of warriors, then he will defeat him in the way of a spell-singer!

Although the shoulders, mouth, waist, and arms were bleeding, the woodland lord still maintained his fighting strength. He threw away the broken spear, and raised the long sword that had been cut in half. The sword pointed straight at his face. The blood of the old duke, the spell was moving, and the woodland lord’s body was enveloped by green energy. A thorn shield appeared in his Zhou, and emerald green energy emerged from the void, covering his Zhou. His injury began to heal. 'S power gradually became stronger, and what was even more frightening was that the magical energy formed by the leaves formed a whirlwind of sharp blades and swept towards the Duke of Boderek, seeming to engulf him on the spot.

But the old prince was laughing. He smiled very happily. The always serious Duke Bodric laughed loudly, the laughter was cruel.

What is he laughing at? The Woodland Lord was a little puzzled.

He obviously is about to lose!

"I said that magic weapons are also part of the duel." Boderick coughed, and he tightened the reins with one hand, motioning for his horse to calm down: "And I also have this power!"

After speaking, the old duke suddenly raised his Poseidon Trident. Everyone discovered that the Poseidon Trident at this moment was so bright, with a huge blue light wheel surrounding the trident, and the will of a true **** was being imposed on the Trident. Above the halberd!

"It's Mannan! The power of Poseidon!" The Empire and Bretania exclaimed.

"Matheran! I sensed this human request." On the other side, Targris also whispered, and the Supreme Master's face was full of seriousness: "Oh, the wood elves are in trouble!"

There was foam in the air, and a strong smell of sea swept across the lion ring racecourse. In the next second, a giant fist made of sea water with a diameter of more than 20 meters rolled out of the air and carried it. With the power of the Seagod, the enemy blasted towards!

"Mannan's Fury!"

The Poseidon’s anger completely shredded and swallowed all the wood elves’ spells. The giant punch broke the thorns and completely destroyed the blade whirlwind made of leaves. Estes released all his magic power to try to resist the Poseidon’s anger. The water touched. When it came to his wound, the pain brought by the wrath of the sea **** swallowed the mind of the wood elf, and immediately after the wrath of Mannan came the onslaught of the old duke!

The two sides fought again for more than a dozen rounds.

The next battle entered albino. Duke Boderek released all his last powers. The trident in his hand turned into a ball of light and shadow. Every blow was gaining more advantage. The woodland lord gritted his teeth and resisted. His long sword slammed the trident's halberd fiercely, and then concentrated all his strength, punched fiercely, and blasted Boderek's ribs through the plate armor, even with the protection of the plate armor. Bo Derek also broke two ribs, but the old duke made no sound at all. His eyes were like electricity, and his eyes were like fire.

Bite bleeding from his gums, Bo Derek could feel that he had reached the limit, his hands were sore that he was almost out of strength, the injuries on his face, mouth, and ribs were bleeding like blood, and his strength was gradually under these injuries. Fading away, when he tried to fight back, his slow body could hardly be controlled by the master's will.

Is he going to lose?

No, he can't lose. He is the descendant of Marcus, the first holy grail knight, the son of Seagod. His blood is flowing with the power of his ancestors. The glorious story and great courage of his ancestors always inspire him. Marcus relies on this power. Defeated the king of Scalins, the chaos four gods choose warrior Svenga, if he can be as strong as his ancestor...

Boderek’s silent prayer was not ignored. He could feel a cold feeling spreading from his mouth to his limbs. His blood was boiling. The old duke knew that he was at his peak, and that he had at his peak. strength!

That powerful champion of Poseidon is here to welcome the aging Bo Derek!

The old duke grasped this new force, his loose muscles clenched the trident again, and the artifact bestowed by the Seagod swept horizontally. The long sword in the woodland lord's hand was finally unable to withstand the old duke's fierce attack and exploded into fragments. Estes's body shook for a while, and the stag under the seat took a step back in fear. Boderick slammed the reins and rushed towards the wood elf. He raised the trident in his hand.

"Never, don't, underestimate the heart of a champion!"

This blow made Estes let out a final scream.

The applause resounded through the audience like thunder, the salute roared, and the ribbons rained down.

The champion was born!