Chapter 174: . Silent scene

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Baron Dylan apparently coveted Kant’s riders.
The order is prohibited.
Although it looks easy, the vocabulary is simple.
But for these troops in the cold weapon era, as long as they can achieve these four words, they can be called elite, because this represents discipline, discipline that will be strictly observed in military operations!
"They are all good." Kant smiled modestly.
But this deepened, Baron Dylan's guess about Kant's powerful help.
If there is no help.
With the 40 knight-level guards prohibited by this order, how could such a baron who has lost his family's favor and been exiled to the barren desert survive?
Just go to any nobility.
More can be obtained!
"It really makes me salivate, what kind of power is the legacy left by Princess Sophia." Baron Dylan raised this thought gently in his heart, without leaving traces to look at Kant's eyes, even more fanatical.
But it was in the arena at the bottom of the city wall.
2 people are ready.
10 vassal knights on the left, and 10 Sarand riders on the right.
None of them ride horses.
Instead, they are walking. For convenience, after all, the size of the entire arena is not large. If all 20 people ride on the horse, they will not be able to open at all. If you want to watch the horse racing impact between the knights, two people are the best. select.
"It's about to start." Baron Dylan looked complacent.
Although these vassal knights seem to be sloppy, but they can be valued and left behind by him.
There are many monsters in the Sanvaia Mountains.
Even the low-lying jackal tribes are agitated from time to time.
On weekdays, these knights rely on the team to deal with it. If you don't have a few skills, it is estimated that you have already died in the Sunwaya Mountains. If you want to live to the present, your strength can't be underestimated.
Kant was silent.
He also had some doubts about his 10 Sarande riders.
After all, they are all level 4 arms.
If Mamluk of level 5 is here, it is estimated that there can still be a fight. After all, these 5 levels of arms are the strongest forces Kant can have at present, which is qualitatively improved compared to 4 levels of arms!
"You seem to have no confidence in your guard?"
Baron Dylan smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, this is just a game."
"Of course." Kant smiled and shook his head.
Just below, as the two parties were ready, the servant responsible for the shouting repeated the rules again.
Then he raised the flag in his hand and waved it down.
"Start!"
The competition was officially announced.
And those people who were still lively, looked at the two teams in the arena very attentively.
Even the retiring newcomers are watching with dignity.
This is a competition between real knights, as long as you learn a few useful skills in observation, it will be of great help to them in the future and will be more conducive to their development!
But the expected collision did not come.
Ten Sarand riders leaned on each other side by side, holding a shield in the left and a spear in the right. The careful array moved forward, but the speed was not fast.
Just like the most common formation of the pikemen.
This made those vassal knights who had rushed forward a few steps and had no concept of formation a little dazed. In their impression, such a competitive conference, even on the real battlefield, except for the infantry will be like this array, These knights often took the troops to charge in front to show their bravery. At the same time, they also used their powerful combat skills to lead the troops to tear open the enemy formation as a final breakthrough.
But in the battle, the chaos rushed up, but it was not so heroic.
Especially the other party is placed in a tight turtle shell.
They rushed up, maybe not a little optimistic.
"Hey, are you violating the rules? Why are you all together? Come out and let us go heads-up! Will you be cowards? Such timidity will make people look down on you!"
The vassal knights used the mocking tone to stimulate the rider of Saranda.
But the ten Sarand riders stood still.
Still moving forward slowly, holding 10 meters of wooden spears 2 meters long in his hand, close to the scattered vassal knights standing little by little, with no expression on his indifferent face, as if he did not care about the mocking statement at all. .
"Fight! Fuck! Don't rub it!"
Someone shouted below.
But many residents waved their fists fanatically.
Obviously, such slow progress and mutual temptation is not the situation they want to see.
Even on the walls, many merchants and landlords frowned.
Even Baron Dylan smiled to Kant: "Little Kant, it seems that your soldiers are very cautious."
"I don't know much."
Kant showed his ignorance at the right time.
But they still smiled and said: "But when they killed the jackals, they were very powerful, basically 10 people riding horses, they can chase hundreds of jackals, and they can also win."
"Well." Baron Dylan nodded without saying much.
In his view, his vassal knights can do the same, not a big deal.
But at this time.
The ten Sarand riders under the city wall seemed to have negotiated, sprinting forward quickly, just a few steps away at a distance of nearly ten meters, and the vassal knights were still standing scattered, holding each The wooden sword and the wooden spear are not prepared at all, and they can only retreat in amazement, but they can't escape the ten wooden spears that pierced straight.
The tip of the wooden spear is not an iron spear tip, it is also a spear tip made of wood, and has no edge.
But the sting still felt a little bit of pain in the body.
What's more, the Saranda riders' surprise attack was not noticed by these vassal knights, and they quickly retreated to the sides, but still two or three people could not dodge, and they were thrust into the lower back or belly by the spear tip and announced the end.
"Lost?"
They didn't react, just stood on the arena.
Even the people around didn't respond.
Baron Dylan on the city wall still had a smile on his face, but the smile was also stiff on his face, and watched it was completely disbanded, and the vassal knights chased and beaten by these Sarand riders in the arena. Suddenly red.
Kant didn't speak, so he looked down silently.
quickly.
The disbanded vassal knights were all declared to have failed.
"Master Kant's won!"
The servants hesitated and watched the vassal knights with their fierce gazes, but said this result helplessly. After all, it was the vassal knights who defeated them, not the Sarand rider.
"It's not fair!"
The vassal knights were a little angry and angry.
They shouted: "How can it be like this in the arena, it should clearly show its own force!"
They were all saying similar things, looking up at the viewing platform.
"Yes, this is not fair!"
"Request a rematch! They can't do this!"
"We want to watch wonderful games, not such boring things!"
"Cheating, this is cheating!"
The spectators composed of the civilians below also protested that Sarande cheated, and the competition in the arena cannot be compared in this way. It should be like a real man, fighting alone!
Baron Dylan also turned his head slightly to look at Kant.
Hearing that the people were crying for re-sports, his face recovered a little, and he smiled a little: "Little Kant, your guards, it seems that the arena is the battlefield."
"I don't know." Kant still didn't know anything and touched his head. "Maybe they didn't know."
"Then one to one." Baron Dylan made a decision with a smile.
And there is no meaning for Kant to choose.
Soon this decision was issued, and the people below immediately cheered.
Those vassal knights also provoked.
It's just that the riders of Sarande are still expressionless, just like the Sarand Desert that will never change, and let the wind and sand enter, they are all waiting here.
In the arena, two people reappeared instead.
Each holding a wooden shield and a wooden spear, with a wooden sword in his arms, is a Sarand rider and a vassal knight.
"Hey, I will put you under my ass!"
The vassal knight is provoking.
But for the rider of Sarande, he didn't care at all. The vassal rider in front of him slightly lowered his body, blocking the wooden shield in front of him, and the wooden spear in his hand was hiding behind him like a poisonous snake.
The skills of the Salander have been tempered from the battlefield and from the family.
They are the people in the desert.
If you don’t want to eat ash in the desert forever, then conquer or expel other races and obtain the resources of the oasis alone~EbookFREE.me~ has long been wiped out in history, instead of ruling the Sarand Desert as it is now. Spread towards the continent of Caladea.
"Start!"
The servant's flag immediately waved.
The people below shouted and cheered for their vassal knights.
"Defeat outsiders!"
"Go on! Let him know the strength of Jianshi Pass!"
"You are the strongest knight!"
The cheers were very excited.
Let the vassal knight have a confident smile on his face.
This is derived from the self-confidence of killing powerful demon creatures several times in the Sanvaia Mountains.
"Look at my spear!" he shouted, sprinting forward quickly, as if the spear in his hand was about to pierce at any time, and pierce the rider of Sarand.
But the Sarand rider was still low.
Looked at the spear that stabbed at speed.
The whole person directly turned around, the shield of his left hand was lifted diagonally, just in the direction of the spear, and he lifted it directly with his skill, and the spear held in the right hand was lying flat on the waist, but Just stabbed in the belly of the vassal knight.
Before and after only 10 seconds.
Those people who were still cheering and demanding the sad rider of Salander were like ducks holding their throats.
They blushed one by one, their eyes widened and there was no sound.
And even the stand was suddenly silent.
After a while.
"It's...impossible!" Finally the merchant spoke, with a look of consternation on his face.
He once remembered that there was some unbelievable vassal knight standing at the bottom of the spot. At first, he once easily solved a demonized creature, and he used the spear in his hand to pierce the demonized creature from his mouth and pierce it. The spine was stabbed out of the buttocks, howling for a while before tragically dying!