At this time, it was getting late, and the attendants and dwarf craftsmen began to enter the field and prepare to set up a duel stage. The competition did not begin immediately, because both Boderick, Marius and the wood elf Esters had actually fought several games, and were a little tired and slightly injured. Everyone rested for a while, waiting for the stage to be built.

Among them, there is a small episode, one Ranger Knight Cedric from Le Angolang, and another Ranger Knight Porter from Leonaise, applied to Ryan to launch a life-and-death battle.

What is a life-and-death battle?

It is the two knights who engage in an unlimited duel. Unless one party surrenders voluntarily, this duel must be carried out until one party dies. It is an extremely cruel duel. Only when the knights on both sides have extremely deep hatred and cannot use negotiations to reconcile, will this life-and-death duel be chosen.

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

"Never, there will be death!"

The Supreme Order of the Second Generation Knight King "Reckless" Lewis at the Royal Martial Arts Competition

Ryan didn't really want to see this life-and-death duel, but both sides insisted that since there was such a glorious tradition, Ryan had no reason to object. When he saw the fairy in the lake did not express his opinion, he nodded in agreement.

It is said that Cedric and Porter had an irreconcilable disagreement because of the beautiful lady named Le Winter. Only the genius knew who snatched it. Always both sides looked at each other's eyes with resentful fire. Ryan shook his head: "Okay, this is an ancient drama. Everyone likes to watch this kind of dispute. Anyway, it's not a big deal."

"Hey~" Veronica lay down from behind, and the witch Jialan smiled and said in Ryan's ear: "It's like this. You didn't tell me that the people liked it. If you don't like it, who are you?"

"Hahahahaha!" Ryan laughed when he heard this. He reached out and pinched the tender face of the witch Jialan: "That was before, before I was the people, now I am the king, it's enough if I don't like it. Dear, do you use the sword from the previous dynasty to kill the king of this dynasty?"

"Come on, take this witch down, dress it up and send it to my room." After that, Ryan said majesticly: "I want her to experience my rifle riding skills myself."

The fairy in the lake chuckled when she heard this, and Ryan was always so humorous.

"Woooooooooo~" Veronica pretended to be scared. After she hurriedly huddled to Suliya, she complained to her wife: "Sister Suliya, look at Ryan, when a man has money and power, he will become bad immediately! If you want to control him, we can only count on you!"

Sulia actually envied Veronica for her courage to joke with Ryan unscrupulously, and she dared to ignore Ryan's increasingly terrifying majesty and heavy pressure. The Queen of Brittania could only smile and hold the king's hand: "Ryan would not be such a person. Ms. Veronica, why not sacrifice yourself to calm the king's anger."

"Hahahaha~" A burst of laughter came from the main stand, and Mojana seemed to have recalled something again, and she laughed.

There is still some time left before the final duel. After watching the game for an afternoon, everyone was a little hungry. A large amount of delicacies were sent into the venue. In the stands, except for the fairy in the lake who only brought a few fruits, everyone was catching the time to eat and rest.

"It's a pity that Devin Hill didn't come. This grand competition should be given to him. It's good for his future." Surya gracefully used a knife and fork to cut the juicy cow, and then rolled up the Tyriel noodles wrapped in tomato sauce with a fork. The queen was a little regretful that the little prince did not come.

Devin Hill did not attend the afternoon royal martial arts competition because Angrand said he had a private party and asked Devin Hill if he wanted to go and see the world together. Devin Hill was closest to Angrand, so he naturally agreed with him. Considering that Devin Hill was so young, it was not good to fight and kill, Ryan asked Devin Hill to follow Angrand.

Sulia was a little worried: "I don't know how Devin is doing, what are you eating tonight."

"It's okay, Suliya, my son follows Uncle Angelan, it's impossible for something to happen." Ryan complained: "Don't worry."

"I'm not worried about this, I just think it would be better if it would be for him to feel this atmosphere." Suliya 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, Suliya stopped talking. As Ryan's wife, Suliya was actually in charge of Ryan's court, but she rarely opposed Ryan's decision, which was a tacit understanding between the couple.

At this time, in the Lion Ring Racecourse, Duke Boderick was sitting on a bench. The old duke was already in high spirits this year. He was gasping for breath, sweating and his limbs were sore and numb. Even as a legendary peak powerhouse, Boderick, who was nearly 100 years old, was equivalent to a normal person in his 50s. As a warrior, he could feel that his physical fitness was slowly declining every day since he was eighty. The shackles of physical fitness and the decline in physical fitness forced him to change his fighting style. But even so, Boderick's physical fitness was still not comparable to the wood elf woodland lord who was the immortal seed and the electorate of Marius, who was only forty years old this year and was in his golden age.

Is he old? Bodrick asked himself deep in his heart more than once.

"Father, have something to eat." His eldest son, Federmond, walked up from behind. The Baron, in his fifties, brought a cup of clear water blessed by the Prophet of the Lake God, and a few small pieces of elf biscuits.

This kind of elf biscuit is imported from the Hoss White Tower, the kingdom of the High Elves. It can only be a small piece to support a meal, quickly restore physical strength, ensure nutrition and not harm the stomach and intestines. Of course, the price is quite high elves, and only the great nobles can enjoy it.

"Fedmond." Boderick looked at his son, and a hint of kindness appeared in the old duke's eyes. This was his son. Federmond had completed the Holy Grail Expedition. Even if he really couldn't do it, his son would inherit him: "Thank you."

"Father, come on, you can't lose, Boldro can't lose, and Brittany can't lose." Federmond sat next to his father, looking at his father's two enemies: "The enemy is very powerful, but we are descendants of His Excellency Marcus, the son of the sea god, and we will never be afraid of any enemies!"

"No, never underestimate the heart of a champion." Bodrick took a break, and he picked up the Trident of the Sea God and stood up again.

At this time, the two Rangers and Knights' geniuses of the life-and-death fight were over. Porter cut Cedric to death, pierced his heart with a sharp sword, and declared his victory.

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

The three contestants came on stage almost at the same time, with the woodland lord Esters riding a stag, Marius and Boderick riding their own war horses, each standing on the stage with a kick.

Marius held the Holy Sword of the Elector and the Dwarf Enchanted Rune Sword, and the Woodland Lord Esters held a sharp elf sword forged by the Val anvil of the Woodland Starlight Furnace. The other hand should have held a large bow, but this game is not allowed to be used for a long range, so he replaced it with a green leaf spear.

Boderick held the Trident in one hand and the shield in the other. After the three parties came on the court, they did not rush to start the duel. They carefully looked at their opponents.

Bodrick knew that he was old and could not be a physical opponent of Marius and Esters, but he undoubtedly won because of his rich combat experience, skillful skills and strong strength. In order to take the initiative, he must reasonably allocate his physical fitness and find a suitable opponent for himself.

So, is it the crazy and crazy elector of the empire, or the mysterious wood elf?

The three parties approached tentatively, and in the eyes of the crowd, the wood elves's woodland lord Esters took the first move. He rode a strong male stag and pulled the reins: "For Olean, for Essoloren!"

"For the Empire, for Charlemagne!"

"For Boldo, for Lady!"

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

Duke Boderick first fought with Esters. The pure-blooded elf war horse carried the old duke to leap. The power of the sea god trident flowed along the dazzling golden light, and gushed out along the tip of the halberd, directly taking Esters' head. The wood elves were obviously a little busy in the face of the old duke's attack. He tried hard to avoid it, but the long halberd pierced his shoulder. The power of the sea god and the wrath of the lake god drew a golden line on his shoulder, and then there was bright red blood.

Before Esters could make a cry of pain, a holy sword carrying unparalleled power slashed directly at the wood elf's head. The Mother of Destruction was extremely fast. Amid the strange pig cry of the Crazy Earl, the holy sword had a strange rhythm. Even though the woodland lord Esters had already expected this attack, he could hardly dodge. Marius did not intend to leave any side at all. He would take the life of the wood elf with this attack!

Esters felt his heart shrink into a ball, as if he had lost consciousness. The Elector's Holy Sword was extremely sharp, and one sword was enough to kill him, and when his hands and feet were filled with lead.

"Clang!" A sound of gold and iron fighting came from the side. Marius looked at the Trident of the Sea God incredibly in the air. Duke Boderick blocked the Mother of Destruction. The Duke coldly signaled that you would not be allowed to take advantage of others' danger.

"Hmph!" Seeing this, Marius put away the holy sword, and Esters also covered his wound with his hands and retreated repeatedly.

Boderick was about to reorganize his situation and fight again, but he found that Marius glared at him. The Crazy Earl was weird and thrust at the wood elf.

The old duke narrowed his eyes and immediately understood Marius's meaning.

Very good, I think so too.

arrange!

When Esters gasped and was about to launch a counterattack, he found that the electorate Marius and the Duke of Boderick were launching a fierce attack on him!

The Trident of the Sea God drew a flash of golden light after flashing, and its sharp pointed tips cut through the air, emitting a pungent fishy smell. The Elector's Holy Sword was flying in the air. Marius's attack was completely a violent attack. The pig cry in his mouth was higher and higher, and he vowed to eliminate the wood elf first!

In the duel of humans, no sharp ears are allowed to interfere!

Estes let out an angry roar. He could hardly resist the simultaneous attacks between both sides. More importantly, the weapons in his hand were not magical artifacts. The weapons forged in the furnace of Val'anvil are no less than those of the Elector's Holy Sword and the Trident with the blessing of the Sea God. Soon, Estes's upper body was injured by the magical artifact.

However, although the forest lord had several wounds on it, he was still full of energy and never tired. His long sword had just blocked Marius's Holy Sword of the Elector, and the green leaf spear was completely broken to protect him from a fatal blow!

Take advantage of the present! Duke Boderick roared, and the war horse under his seat raised his hooves, and the trident in his hand stabbed the wood elves hard. Esters used the broken spear tip of the green leaf spear to barely resist Boderick's attack. Marius took the opportunity to swing his enchanted rune sword. In the gap between Esters's fatigue, his armor was torn apart by the Holy Sword of the Esters, and blood gushed out.

Seeing that the situation was irreversible, Esters finally made a decision that he could not lose, nor could he lose to these inferior people!

A sharp whistle cut through the night sky, and a giant eagle suddenly appeared above the sky. It flapped its wings and flew towards the stage, slapped its wings hard. Both Boderick and Marius were shocked. Boderick quickly lowered his head, and the claws of the giant eagle swept over his helmet. The claws that were enough to slash his head drove the old duke's cross helmet out of his head, and almost knocked him off the horse on the spot. Boderick's face was exposed, and a scratch was left on the old duke's face, and bright red blood flowed down his face.

Marius was not so lucky. He was hit on the spot by the giant eagle, and his whole body was blown away with his horse and fell outside the stage. The Crazy Earl let out a scream and an unwilling roar. He lost unwillingly!

"Wow!" There was an uproar in the field. In this sacred duel, the despicable elves actually used magic?

"Despicable and shameless!"

"Lost honor!"

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

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

The venue was full of curses from the Brittanians, and the Empire also publicly protested. Now everyone turned their eyes to the main stand. Will the fair goddess and king view the wood elves openly using summoning magic in the game?

Ryan frowned slightly. The wooden elf's hand was really dirty. The new Knight King was about to stand up and declared that the wooden elf had lost the competition, but Duke Boderick raised his hand to the main stand.

The old duke signaled in the puzzled eyes of everyone: "It doesn't matter! Magical weapons are originally part of the duel. My lady, my Majesty, please let me complete this duel!"

"Since this is your choice, then as you wish!" Ryan saw Boderick's firm attitude and had to agree. The fairy in the lake nodded slightly and signaled the game to continue.

"Hmph! Despicable human, this champion, this Golden Cup belongs to Esley!" The woodland lord Estes, who was injured in many places and was bleeding, nodded to Alaros in the stands. The wood elves wanted nothing to do. If Estes could not defeat humans by warriors, then he would defeat him in the form of a curse!

Although his shoulders, mouth, waist, and arms were bleeding, the forest land lord still maintained his combat power. He threw away the spear that had broken in half, raised the long sword with many gaps, pointed directly at the old duke with blood on his face, and chanted the spell. The forest land lord's body was shrouded in green energy, and a thorn shield appeared in his surroundings, emerald green energy emerged in the void, wrapping his surroundings, and his injuries began to recover, and his power gradually became stronger. What's more terrifying is that the magic energy formed by leaves formed a sharp blade whirlwind, sweeping towards Duke Boderick, as if to swallow him on the spot.

But the old duke was laughing, he was laughing happily, and Boderick, who was always serious, laughed loudly, his laughter was extremely cruel.

What was he laughing at? The forest lord was a little puzzled.

He is obviously going to lose!

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

After saying that, the old duke suddenly raised his sea god trident. Only then did everyone realize that the sea god trident at this moment was so bright, with huge blue light wheels surrounding the trident, and the will of a true god was being applied to the trident!

"It's Mananen! The power of the sea god!" The Empire and Brittania exclaimed continuously.

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

A bubble appeared in the air, and a strong smell of sea swept across the entire Lion Ring Racecourse. The next second, a giant fist composed of sea water, which had a diameter of more than twenty meters, rolled out from the air, carrying the huge power of the sea god, and blasted towards the enemy!

"Menan's Wrath!"

The sea god's rage completely tore and swallowed all the spells of the wood elf. The giant boxing shattered the thorns and completely destroyed the sharp blade whirlwind composed of leaves. Esters released all the magic power to try to resist the sea god's rage. The sea water touched his wound. The pain brought by the sea god's rage swallowed the wood elf's mind. Then the wrath of Mananen came with the old duke's attack!

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

The next battle entered whitening. Duke Boderick released all his last power. The trident in his hand turned into a ball of light and shadow, and each blow was gaining more advantages. The forest lord gritted his teeth and resisted stubbornly. He used his long sword to hit the trident's halberd hard, then concentrated all his strength, and punched him hard, and hit Boderick's ribs through the plate armor. Even with the plate armor protection, Boderick was broken two ribs, but the old duke did not make any sound at all. His eyes were like lightning and stormed like fire.

The gums were bleeding, and Bodrick could feel that he had reached his limit, his hands were sore and numb, and his wounds were almost exhausted. The injuries on his face, mouth, and ribs were bleeding. His strength was gradually disappearing under these injuries. When he tried to fight back, his slow body could hardly be controlled by his master's will.

Is he going to lose?

No, he cannot lose. He is the first Holy Grail Knight, descendant of Marcus, the son of the sea god. The power of ancestors flows in his blood. The glorious stories of ancestors and great courage always inspire him. Marcus defeated the king of Scarins with this power. The four gods of Chaos chose the warrior Svenga. If he could be as powerful as his ancestors...

Bodrick's silent prayer was not ignored. He could feel a cold feeling spreading from his mouth to his limbs, and his blood was boiling. The old duke knew that it was at his peak, and that was the power he had at his peak!

That powerful Sea God champion is here to welcome the aging Boderick!

The old duke seized the new force, and his loose muscles held the trident tightly again. The artifact given by the sea god swept horizontally. The long sword covered with gaps in the woodland lord finally could not resist the old duke's fierce attack and exploded into pieces. Esters' body shook. The stag under his seat took a step back in fear. Boderick pulled the reins violently 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 Esters scream the last time.

Applause was like thunder, resounding throughout the audience, salutes roared, and ribbons fell like raindrops.
Chapter completed!