Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 221 I Touched the Fish
"Spearmanship?" Robin Pulan's fingers tapped slowly on the window, making a clear "dongdong" sound.And his younger brother, Dunn Pulan frowned slightly, turned around and said to a subordinate official: "Go and check if there are any idle knights coming to Solconan."

"Yes!" Xiaguan replied, pushed the door open and left in a hurry.

"My lord, Tianhuo's movements are crisp and neat this day. He was definitely trained by the Knights. And he has a lot of experience in actual combat. The knight leading him must be of high status." Tang En turned around and said respectfully to the Duke Daniel Connie behind him.

And the Duke was sitting at the long table, sipping wine leisurely, without even looking outside, he just replied lightly: "What round?"

"The...first round."

"Then take a look."

After he finished speaking, he continued to drink his wine with his head down.

Evans observed quietly. Ever since he followed the chief and deputy army commanders out of the barracks and met the Duke and his party, he found that the relationship between the two army leaders and the Duke did not seem to be very harmonious.

At this moment, Tang En clenched his fists even more after listening to the Duke's words. He just turned around and looked at the competition on the field again.

"The Conney family... If it is to be classified, it should belong to the conservative faction that wants to mediate with the South. They actually do not support the radical Southern restraint plan..." Evans analyzed inwardly, and began to wonder why the obvious conservative faction and the South The radical faction represented by the two regiment commanders will jointly recruit personnel for the Southern Project.

On the ring outside, the middle-aged man's passionate commentary continued:

"What did I see? This is the continuous burst of the spear technique? I think everyone knows how powerful the white-faced ape is. I only saw an afterimage of him just now, but Tianhuo used the second paragraph of the continuous burst to accurately The ground poked him! What a terrifying control!"

As soon as Cyril returned to the ring, his ears were filled with the noisy commentary.

He subconsciously looked around, trying to find the figure of the white-faced ape, the opponent he had just shot through, but saw a figure crawling up from the ground not far from him, but he was clutching his stomach before he got up completely. Lie back down again.

In addition, there are many standing, lying, and prone people around, and it is easy to identify who wins and who loses at a glance.

There was no blood on the ground, and Cyril vaguely understood what the form of the death fight here was——

Whenever the deathmatch starts, the contest party will drag all the contestants into a "fantasy" space one by one.This should be a spiritual illusion. From the actual effect point of view, the principle should be more similar to the game form of this "Road to Glory" - a role-playing game with extremely high fidelity, controlling a monster in another space. body to fight.

And because this is an illusion, the body being manipulated is not my actual body, so of course I can't resonate with elements that don't exist in the illusion, and I don't have magic power, so I can't use skills.

He glanced at the guy who seemed to be his opponent again. At this time, the guy finally got up, but he was still clutching his stomach.

It seems that the injuries received in the illusion space will affect the spirit.

Cyril stepped forward, reached out and knocked on the white mask of the white-faced ape.The white-faced ape was startled, and suddenly leaped back cleverly, his voice full of fear:

"You, what are you doing, where are you from? No, don't come here!"

He simply shouted, and then fled to the edge of the ring. The pain in his upper abdomen made him unable to move very neatly. As a result, he fell from the ring, and his embarrassed appearance made everyone around him laugh.

And the middle-aged man's commentary was merciless: "Look, the white-faced ape is scared out of his wits! Tianhuo just knocked on his mask, and he's going crazy!"

Cyril ignored the voice of the middle-aged man.There was not only one round of competition, 19 people were eliminated in the first round, and there were only two venues at the beginning of the second round. One-on-one duels started on both venues at the same time.

At this time, new people wearing masks and cloaks added around the ring. According to the rules, they were the ones who had won consecutive matches in the previous competition, and they were also special invitees for this competition.

It doesn't really matter what the rules are. Anyway, if you want to get the medal of Gladiator's Glory, you have to win ten games in a row no matter what.

It's just that in the game, this deathmatch place in the outer city of the capital is a real "deathmatch". Unless you admit defeat in time, or the opponent stays, the loser will be seriously injured if he doesn't die.

He didn't know why the arena at this moment adopts this kind of competition method. Whether it is a mage casting a spell or using some kind of treasure to create a competition venue, the consumption of these must not be low.

And the reason for this, Cyril can think of only one:
Someone wants to keep these "gladiators" alive so that they don't actually die in the ring.

If this is the reason, then Cyril can only think that it is the war in the north, which made the king realize the importance of mediating the conflicts in the south. Thinking about it this way, the preparation time for the southern restraint plan is also a full six times earlier than in the game. months.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel refreshed, and the expression under the mask became a little more relaxed.

Things are looking good -- at least for now.

And all of this was actually because of a conversation between a low-strength trainee knight attendant and the kingdom's mage more than a month ago.

Thinking of this, Cyril couldn't help feeling refreshed.Although he hasn't changed much, the course of history has shifted visibly with the naked eye.

Under the mask, his expression couldn't help but relax a lot.He took a deep breath, listened to the middle-aged man's command, and retreated to the back - the center of the ring will be reserved for those who are called to compete on the stage.

However, he had only taken two steps away when he collided with someone.He turned his head subconsciously, but the gentle voice that he had heard before had sounded first:
"Ah, I'm really sorry, because I was too concerned about whether I would be elected to the stage, I forgot to back off and disturbed you..."

Cyril stared at him wonderingly. After all, the attitude shown by the other party was too inconsistent with this venue. He even suspected that he was in the dueling class of the little knights.

He didn't wear a cloak, revealing his usual brown mid-length curly hair. The mask on his face was extremely dazzling and painted golden. People who didn't know it thought he was going to use the mask to dazzle others.He is tall, taller than Cyril by a head, estimated to be 1.9 meters...

And that person seemed to be aware of Cyril's displeasure, and simply bowed to Cyril: "Your Excellency, I apologize to you—"

His movement was so violent that the golden mask fell off his face. Cyril quickly reached out to grab it, and as soon as he leaned over, he caught a glimpse of the man's face.

It was an extremely upright and rigid face, not very handsome, but with thick eyebrows and big eyes, extremely energetic, it looked like a decent type of paladin.

But in Cyril's heart, he immediately screamed:

"Fish, I caught a fish again!"

　Thanks to the national scholar Wushuang Li Wenyou for the reward of 100 starting coins, and thanks to the Khan of the World for the reward of 100 starting coins, thank you!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)