"What happened just now? You can lose to him, why is it so ugly?" The elf talked in his own language. Even if the others were listening with their ears on their backs, they could not find any information.
"I don't know. My soles suddenly slipped, which was more difficult to maintain balance than standing on the ice, so I fell down." The defeated elf touched the swollen bag on his forehead while trying to recall the situation at that time. "It was too fast, I didn't react. But there was one thing I could be sure of: it wasn't actually I bumped into it, but he hit my head with a shield."
"Can you be sure?"
The elves nodded. At this time, the elves began to think about another possibility of the battle just now: everything was planned by Feiqi. They claimed that their bodies' reaction speed was higher than that of humans, so how could a human be able to respond and could not master balance? If Feiqi took the initiative to strike, it means that he might have planned a response method long ago and was waiting for the elves to rush up unbalancedly!
"This chief staff member is weird. Don't go up and fight him, just observe it secretly." A light green-haired elf said: "The more capable he is, the better it is for the lord. And our plan is to only lose one game for him, and it is still in the plan."
The abrupt ending disappointed the audience, but the battles behind them did not arouse much interest. There were many people who had not received training and used the sword as a firewood-splitting axe. They felt majestic, but in the eyes of experts, they were just veggies pecking each other. The standard posture of these people was roughly like this: their heads were tilted backwards and avoided far away; their hands were stretched forward and tried to reach the other party; they thought they could hook each other with one kick, but most of them could only stagger and lose balance. Only when they really lost balance, sat on the ground, and the audience burst into applause and laughter, did they really wake up from their dreams.
Of course, there are also people who cannot wake up from their dreams.
Errol from Matanbu was a very strong guy. He used a wooden stick to smash his opponent's helmet. The priests of the sect rushed forward as fast as possible and used healing magic. However, the fragments of the helmet stabbed into the skull, and the wound was too serious, causing the first death in the martial arts competition.
Princera screamed in fear, covering her eyes with her hands, but still secretly observed through her fingers. "What will happen to him? Is this a victory?"
"Oh, this will be considered a failure. You see, he has been painted with a paint of white paint." Gresham first explained to his fiancée, and then said to the attendant beside him: "Go and ask him about his situation, do you want to come to Anlin to work for me?"
"That's a murderer, do you want it too?" Princera asked.
"He has a lot of strength, and it is not easy to break the iron helmet with a wooden stick to cause such damage." Gresham thought for a while and added: "Do you think he needs discipline? Just like a Fiery Horse, he should use discipline and goddess teachings to let him control himself so that he can serve better."
"I will understand after saying this. If he could complete the knight training, learn etiquette, and then be your guard. With such a great strength, I can rest assured that you are safe." Princera said with a smile. Suddenly, she widened her eyes, grabbed Gresham's arm, and pointed at the entrance of the VIP stands: "Who is that? Who is that?"
The slightly burnt yellow armor is the characteristic of the Hall family, and sometimes it is easier to identify than their flags. Lord Andrew Hall, who is gradually walking into the stands, is wearing such a dress. The fine patterns, the angular but rounded armor components are radiant, and the magical protective runes are radiant. Only the Templar can provide excellent equipment of this level. He put his helmet on his left hand, and the red feather tassel swings in the wind, forming an interesting match with the gray-blue cloak.
However, none of this is more noticeable than the lady he pulled with his right hand. The goose yellow dress is dotted with emerald chest buckles, wrapping her youthful and beautiful body. A pair of bright dark green eyes are aiming left and right with a polite greeting to everyone present. The long light brown hair is lazily draped over her shoulders, guarding the slender white neck like a swan. She will be the most dazzling one at any dance, but she is consciously hiding behind her fiancé and willing to be a foil.
"Lord Andrew Hall, I'm very happy to see you, but I didn't expect you to come too. Of course, it's even more a surprise to meet the future Mrs. Hall." Gresham took Princela to meet, and the two couples who were about to hold their wedding met in this situation. "This is Princela, my favorite. I think ladies must have a lot to talk about, and I hope you can become good friends."
"Thank you." Andrew responded with the same manner and explained why she came here: "You can hear the noise here from the distance from the Holy Trinity Castle, and she clamored to come and see it. Just so I knew that the elves also signed up for the competition, so I came here to see it together."
"Didn't you come to visit Feichi?"
"Of all the people present, I probably saw him the most and I was not curious anymore." Andrew rubbed his hands and sat down with Gresham. The two ladies sat next to them, not disturbing their conversation. "What happened in the venue, why did anyone carry it down?"
Gresham observed Andrew, and saw a hint of anxiety in his eyes, and saw his search and a relief expression. "I just now, someone accidentally killed his opponent. It's a pity that the priests were unable to rescue him."
"It's a pity." Andrew had found Fitch's figure, and was relieved to see him reading a book like an idle person, confirming that he was not injured. "Have you seen it from the beginning?"
"Yes. Princera really wants to come here. For her, staying in the sect is too boring." Gresham smiled slightly and said, "Forget it, I won't suck your appetite. Feiqi has been competing for one round, and his opponent is an elf. What do you think the result?"
"Fech won, or the elves lost." Andrew said as if nonsense, but Gresham could hear the difference. "I don't like you when you reciprocate, and I don't like you anymore. There are many rumors outside, which seem to make me conflict and fight with you. Those things are neither my intention nor have anything to do with me."
Gresham nodded, but said, "I know it has nothing to do with you, but I can't make any statement. They are busy with theirs, I want to do mine, and marriage has already involved a lot of my energy. I think you look very relaxed and have time to care about the elves. Have those with sharp ears ever found you?"
"No. The elves' explanation of the goddess beliefs is different from ours. I don't want to be too close to them. However, it is false to say that they are not curious. Have they fought seriously except for the match with Feich? How about martial arts?"
"It moves very fast, likes to dodge and hardly block. This can take advantage of one-on-one large venues, and it's another matter on the battlefield. But then again, bows and arrows cannot be used here, so the elves are greatly affected. In short, it looks quite interesting, but there is no big gain. Why, do you think you will have conflicts with the elves?"
"I hope it won't, but my hope may not necessarily become a reality." Andrew suddenly exclaimed, then stared at a corner of the venue and said softly "interesting".
Gresham looked over and saw a burly man coming to Fitch. His body was like a hill, and his huge shoulders blocked the sun, at least covering the books on Fitch's knees.
"What are you writing secretly? Are you cursing us?" said the strong man. "Grandma said that there are evil witches in the forest. When you know your name, you will write them in the book, and then cast spells and curses to steal their brains. Are you a witch?"
"No, I am the priest of Goddess of Thunder of Truth." Feiqi closed the magic book and stood up. He found that he could barely reach the other person's shoulders on his head, and he was at a loss in width. "Is there anything else?"
"I want to play with you. I've already won one game and I can go to the second round with another game, so I'll come to you. You look better to deal with."
"Actually, I'm the hardest one to deal with, you will definitely lose." Feiqi looked at the iron armor that was pieced together on his body, shook his head and said, "This opportunity is quite rare, go and fight with someone else."
"No, I'll look for you. I think you're easy to deal with."
After all the words were said, Feiqi could not refuse. The two of them said to the bell man, and then after the first three groups were finished, they turned over the rope and entered the field.
"My name is Feiqi, what's your name?"
"I won't say it, lest you curse me."
"Uh, then okay, I'll call you a big bear for the time being. You are so strong, like a big bear."
Not only was Big Bear tall and strong, he also chose a tough spear as a weapon to increase his attack range. Although the spear did not have sharp spears in the game, when the strength was strong enough and fast enough, he could stab someone to death without a gun head.
The two stood still and nodded to each other, and then the battle began. The big bear did not rush around, but kept approaching Fitch in an arc, and seemed very cautious. This kind of circle attack method is very common in many hunting societies, after all, most prey has side ribs and weaknesses behind it.
But Feiqi did not have such weakness, and he took it very seriously as soon as he entered the battle. The magic matrix quickly combined a greasy spell that affected the ground state, and the big bear immediately fell into the same trouble as the elves.
"You've cursed!" Big Bear's on-the-spot reaction was actually more accurate than the elf - although he just happened to be right. His left foot was left and right foot was right, Big Bear also pounced forward. However, he inserted his spear hard like a conditioned reflex, and penetrated about half a meter deep into the sand, and then leaned against its support and did not fall.
He still couldn't stand up, so he could only lean his body against the spear, and his feet were constantly slipping on the ground with oil. Everyone gathered around with a "woof" sound, and even the elves were crowded with them. Everyone was talking, with many speculations and opinions, but there was no longer the existence of "elves let go of water, Feiqi weak chicken" in these ideas.
"I will definitely stand up!" Big Bear stomped his feet hard and inserted his toes into the soil. Fitch could only move the sand on the surface of the ground to make it greasy. The deep-changing spell was too complicated and not suitable for rapid application in combat. However, the advantage of a magician is that it has many means.
He showed off the magic matrix and no longer concealed the light of the rune. After just four seconds of spell, a fire snake flew out from his palm and lit the spear supporting the big bear. "I can curse you with fire, but that's not necessary. Fire is not fun. Surrender, you can't stand up now, there is no need to fight. Save your energy and have a next fight."
Big Bear tried several more times, and it was possible to put his feet into the soil and stand up, but he would fall again as soon as he moved. In desperation, he signaled himself to admit defeat.
Chapter completed!