Chapter 570

"William from nya?"

Next to Baron Terry, a lady wearing a veil and covering half of her face with a small fan asked with great interest, "little Terry... Is he a freeman from your territory?"

She spoke with a thick nasal voice, as sweet as honey.

"Exactly! Yes... I met him... And granted him the status of a freeman... Beautiful lady Serena... "

Said Baron Terry, somewhat dazed, with a look of intoxication in his eyes.

"What an interesting little fellow!"

Mrs. Serena seemed to enjoy Baron Terry's eyes, closed the lady fan in her hand and patted her chest twice.

The implication made Baron Terry's breath heavy.

……

Poof!

Wu Ming came forward quietly and put out his sword.

The sharp blade penetrated through the armpit and made the adventurer scream and fall to the ground.

This angle is really tricky, without the protection of leather armor, the blade is very deep, and you can almost use a little more force to cut off his whole arm.

Seeing this, the referee immediately announced Wu Ming's victory.

"Next, 212 to 311!"

Two servants came on stage and lifted the fallen double swordsman down. The referee didn't waste any time and cried out.

"At the end of such a day, we have to fight at least seven or eight games, and we have to win all the time. Those with poor physical strength can't really support us!"

Wu Ming waited quietly. Half an hour later, it was his turn to play the second game.

At this time, the opponent has been replaced by a Spearman, who was the guy who was in the void before.

He looked rather nervous, but also with a little self-confidence, the first to launch the offensive, not stingy of their own physical strength.

It turns out that this guy is easier to deal with than the first one. Wu Ming tripped him easily after just a few circles, and his sword was around his neck.

The third opponent was in trouble. He was a big man with flail, dancing a whirlwind meteor hammer. When Wu Ming split his chain armor, he spent a little effort.

……

After a few days of fighting, finally decided the top eight of the single competition.

Wu Ming is one of them naturally. After his observation, there are two more people worthy of attention. They should be knights.

The first one is naturally Adrian, a knight who has retired from the church. He has excellent swordsmanship, is tall and strong, and is especially good at defeating opponents.

Another, calling himself Alfred, is the head of a famous mercenary regiment, heart of the wolf.

There are more than 100 mercenaries in their whole team. They have achieved good results in this group battle. It is said that they have been recruited by the count and are ready to canonize him as a knight.

Of course, on the grounds of honor, he was not satisfied with being honored for commanding the mercenary regiment. Instead, he took part in this single event - "I want to be honored with my sword!" That's what he said.

But Wu Ming thinks that Alfred just wants more.

And, I don't know why, when he saw this person, he always felt that the other person had a little chilly feeling and a familiar temperament.

"According to the rules, the next step is to fight on horseback in the top eight!"

After the final selection, the clerk said to Wu Ming, "you need a set of knight armor, and a war horse, a real war horse! It's not the kind of goods that are scared out of their wits and run away at the sound of shouting and killing! "

Wu Ming touched his nose: "I barely have a horse. If I don't wear armor, will I be directly judged negative?"

The clerk looked at him with a fool like expression: "as long as you like, you can go out in cloth clothes!"

Obviously, he knew the power and defense of the whole body armor combined with the charge of the horse. In his opinion, although the young man in front of him had good martial arts, he would only be stabbed to death if he met any real knight.

"Oh! William, it's really you

After walking out of the celebration hall, Wu Ming suddenly met an acquaintance.

"Long time no see, Knight tacur!"

With a smile on his face, he said brightly, "would you like to have a drink somewhere?"

"My pleasure!"

Now the knight takur looks at Wu Ming with a different taste, that is to appreciate with a sense of equality: "your performance surprised the baron. He has promised me that if you go back... The position of nya town guard captain is yours... Of course, after this competition!"

He had a feeling on his face: "I didn't expect that our Earl of blue mountain would be so generous... To tell you the truth, I can guarantee that there is no better chance to live in Fengying plain so far."

While they were talking, they came to a noisy bar and spent several times the price to get two inferior glasses of ale from the fat landlady.

"To tomorrow's victory, cheers!"

Takur toasted, and the two drank the ale in one gulp. The pungent and sour feeling made William's body still fresh in his memory.

"From the beginning of the final eight, we have changed from walking to riding. I have to admit that although Lord Lanshan opened a gap for the free people, the rules of the game are still biased towards the aristocrats and the rich..."

Takur looked at Wu Ming and said sincerely, "do you need armor and horses? War horse, you can use my armor directly, I'll think of a way... Here are some knight friends I know well. Although their armor doesn't fit, it's better than none! "

He looked around and lowered his voice: "remember that! Don't choose to rent armor and war horse. It's too easy to be targeted and manipulated. Don't overestimate your opponent's moral character... After all, it's a major event that will change your life's destiny and affect generations! "

"Thank you again! But I'm ready! "

Wu Ming politely refused the offer of the tacur knight. They had a few more drinks. For the sake of the game tomorrow, tacur kindly asked him to go back early and have more rest.

……

The day of the big eight.

After the square was renovated, the rest of the challenge arena was removed, with colored flags and ribbons floating around, and the resonant tones of drummers and musicians lingering around the arena.

"Tacur, you met William yesterday. What did he say?"

Baron Terry's face was a little pale and his eyes were sunken. He obviously didn't sleep well last night and consumed a lot of energy.

"He's very grateful for your kindness!"

Takur slightly bowed: "and promised to wait until the end of the game, if there is no other responsibility in the body, will certainly come to serve the Baron!"

Takur naturally said Wu Ming as well as he could.

"This is really a piece of good news!" Baron Terry sighed: "I don't know now whether I should expect William to win or lose next."

"It's an honor to serve a baron!"

Feide, the tax official, said quickly.

In fact, seeing William's performance yesterday really scared him. Now he has no doubt that Arthur's disappearance was definitely written by William.

The only thing he was lucky for was that he stopped as soon as he was slightly hostile to William, even though the suppression of aunt Roya was within the rules, not involved in the deeper vortex.

"As I remember, William was just an ordinary farmer, wasn't he?"

Baron Terry watched the railings open on both sides, and a group of pure performing Knights came to the court to show their prowess. His voice was a little unsure: "even though he can rent armor and horses, is he familiar with the skills of wearing armor and controlling horses?"

Only the nobles, or the descendants of knights, can be carefree in their infancy, do not have to worry about rations, and practice their skills wholeheartedly.

Only this kind of family can support the consumption of horses and armor.

This kind of condition is naturally very disadvantageous to civilians.

But for the sake of his own interests, even Baron Terry didn't feel anything wrong. At most, he just lamented William's misfortune.

As for Fred? I'm afraid I'd like William to lose, not only to lose, but also to die directly, so that he has no worries.

"First scene!"

The referee's voice resounded.

The surrounding auditorium is more and more noisy, and there are more people than at the beginning.

They are always full of hot interest in the fight between knights, the collision between spears and horses.

Maybe... It's very rare to see the Knights fighting each other to entertain these civilians. It can satisfy some dark psychology.

"From the wandering Knight Bert tall from cold wind castle to the free man William from nya!"

Bang Dang!

The original performance Knight exits, the railings fall, and an armored Knight rushes into the square.

He was wearing the most orthodox Knight plate armour, and his whole body seemed to be in an iron can. The horse under his seat was almost two or three meters high, covered with cloth armour sewn with iron sheets for defense. The 15 foot long, four or five meter long Knight spear was shining with sharp light in the sun. The whole person looked like a moving steel fortress.

"Roar

The knight circled the field, suddenly opened the mask on his helmet and let out a long roar like the roar of a wolf.

Looking at his dazzling riding movements and strength, takur's face became solemn. His rich experience made him know that Burt was quite close to the real knight. Even though he had all his armor and played in person, he didn't dare to say how sure he was.

"Well, Bert, the second son of Sir Erie, was sent to the knights for training."

Said Baron Terry, somewhat surprised at the news.

At this time, none of the top eight can break through the siege. It's only because they have had a war. Most of the free Knights choose to be loyal to the Viscount Garcia. Maybe more powerful guys will come out.

"Law, law!"

On the other side, Wu Ming also rode a black horse into the field, which changed takur's face: "what?"