Chapter 1115 Only Martial Arts Can Defeat a Knight

Facts have shown that the nobles' persuasion was very effective. Gilgarion completely broke through the defense and handed over the power of military affairs to Bella Redman.

Since you like attending the War Council so much, don't stay in Elion anymore, follow Imric to Lothern.

This situation caused the friendship between His Majesty the Phoenix King and Knight Erion to surge like a rocket.

After hearing that the mount accompanying His Majesty was Mortellius, many Elion knights wanted to witness the grace of this determined mount.

But the actual situation has changed from a horse viewing meeting to a riding competition.

Imrik, who was holding the training lance, felt a little disgusted by the lightness of the wooden pole in his hand. Even the heaviest solid wood training lance of Elion could not adapt to the terrifying power of the Phoenix King.

Mortellius was replaced with a dragon-shaped horse armor. The angular white armor shone with divine light, and his eyes were piercing.

Although the Steadfast mount has not appeared in His Majesty the Phoenix King's companion list for a long time when dealing with the battlefield, there is no doubt that no one dares to neglect this horse.

Just a set of dragon-shaped horse armor is a treasure that is difficult for ordinary warriors to find in their lifetime, and the huge ruby ​​hanging in front of the neck seems to be saying that our Caledo war horse is superior to others.

Imrik whistled, beckoning Mortellius, who was still drinking water, to come over.

When the horse in dragon-shaped armor walked up to her, Anastas swallowed subconsciously. The teacher's mount felt very different to her. It was powerful, resolute and fast.

But what really caught her attention was the crimson gem hanging on Mortellius's chest. Why didn't anyone else have something similar on their mounts?

"Teacher, is it?"

Imrik, who was stroking the horse's head, was rehearsing with his companions before the battle. They could not rush too fast to avoid killing their opponents.

"My mount Mortellius, it has served me for more than two hundred years."

"But shouldn't the Dragon Prince be riding a dragon?"

Imrik, who was told the pain point, ruthlessly left a bag on the student's head with a four-meter-long lance.

"Whether it's in the sky or on the ground, the Dragon Prince is the best knight in the world."

So, you should sometimes be called Prince Horse?

Anastas, who was expelled, murmured in her heart, lowered her head and came to the side of the eldest sister, looking at the people at both ends of the field, feeling a little scared.

The opponent of the Phoenix King was a silver-helmeted knight who had already become famous. Compared with Imric's relaxed attitude of mounting his horse with only his robe and soft armor on, the Elion Elion was undoubtedly much more serious.

What attracted students' attention most was the ribbon on the knight's helmet that fluttered in the wind like a rainbow, and the rubies dotted on the face shield.

Thinking of the Dragon Prince armor she saw in her teacher's residence, Anastasia was a little puzzled. The biggest feature of the dragon armor was that it had many dragon-shaped decorations, a majestic dragon-winged helmet, and a dragon-scale breastplate.

But in terms of gorgeousness, it is difficult to compare with the Silver Helmet Knight. According to her observations in the city these days, the more beautiful and exaggerated something is, the more awe-inspiring it is.

For example, Anastasia found that no one dared to talk to the Phoenix Guards wearing exaggerated winged helmets who were standing on both sides of the field.

She pointed at the Silver Helmet Knight and said, "He should be very powerful."

Phyllis nodded and took the trouble to explain, "The Knights of the Silver Helmet have a tradition. Whenever they kill a dangerous enemy, they are allowed to add a ribbon to their helmets. When they kill a demon, a ruby ​​will be embedded in it." …

He should be pretty strong. "

"What about teacher, if he meets someone he doesn't know, how should he use decorations to prove his strength?"

Phyllis smiled helplessly. The wild girl lacked common sense and had a simple and straightforward nature, but this innocence may be the reason why Imrik took a fancy to her.

"Your teacher doesn't need to be decorated with these things. Just standing where he is is enough to make his opponents feel intimidated."

The words of the maid were not wrong. When the Silver Helmet knight saw that his opponent was the Phoenix King, the first thing he did was not to sit on his horse and wait nervously. He turned over and dismounted, raised his lance and pointed it at the sky. Then he drew his common weapon and raised it towards Imri. gram.

This shows that he paid respect to the Phoenix King under the gaze of the gods. Although he thought it was impossible to win, he still wanted to give it a try.

Imric returned the favor, raised his lance on the ground, took out the Sword of Creation from his waist, and tapped the knight's left and right shoulders three times.

This shows that regardless of victory or defeat, the Phoenix King respects the honor of warriors.

Such encouragement made the silver-helmeted knight very excited, wishing he could kneel on one knee in front of His Majesty and have his shoulder lightly blessed by the Sword of Creation.

From a distance, he lowered his head and greeted Imrik: "Your Majesty, if Knight Elion's martial arts is fortunate enough to be appreciated by you, can he be gifted with the incarnation of Asuryan?"

Adding a bonus...Imric thought this would make the game more interesting. Once he became the Phoenix King, he would definitely not be able to use gold leaf coins as a bonus as he had in the past.

In this case, why not add the Sword of Creation as a top priority.

Throwing the sword and scabbard on the main stage, the precise technique made the artifact that bears the fate of the elves stand straight in the center.

Imrik nodded easily, "I like warriors, just as you respect brave riders... You should also understand very well that I am not an opponent that can be defeated easily, and a battle with me will not be a matter of victory or defeat. .

The winner of this game will be crowned the champion by the Sword of Creation. I hope you will work harder. "

Whether or not he could obtain Asuryan's gift, the canonization of the Sword of Creation was unprecedented. Everyone knew that this was the symbol of the God above Gods in the mortal world.

On the stage was a Chosen of Kunos who was canonized by the Phoenix King himself. The knights did not believe that with his majesty's respect for fighting, he would perfunctorily tap his shoulders with the Sword of Creation.

After the Silver Helmet Knight nodded excitedly, he immediately jumped on the horse. In this way, he had no burden and just needed to enjoy the battle with his majesty.

After the horn sounded, he raised his lance over his shoulder and roared at his opponent.

"May the honor of the Phoenix King guide me to victory!"

Although this slogan was a bit strange, after all, the opponent who faced the Silver Helmet Knight head-on was the Phoenix King himself.

But fortunately, his majesty did not care about it. After pulling the reins of Motelius, the four-meter-long solid wood training lance did not need the support of a bracket. It was upright as iron with one hand, forming an unbreakable triangle shape with the chest and elbow.

The hundred-meter-long run passed by at the speed of the elven horse. The Silver Helmet Knight calmly raised his lance and shield. According to his understanding of Caledor's spearmanship, the first shot would often aim at the opponent's throat or chest.

Protecting the chest, relying on experience to react, the lance might pierce the throat. This was his judgment.

But Imrick might not be very good at competition-type battles. He kept aiming the lance at the shield, as if he ignored the specially thickened armor.

When he really came into close combat with the Phoenix King, the Silver Helmet Knight aimed his lance at the handsome face of His Majesty. His speed was faster. Before Imrick's lance touched the shield, the weapon in his hand was close to his shoulder.

But Imrick, who advocated the principle of great strength, preferred to pierce the opponent with his own hands rather than the impact brought by the high-speed movement of the mount.

The lance that had not yet touched the shield was faster than his arm. Before the Silver Helmet Knight succeeded, he had already achieved actual results.

The cavalry clash is nothing more than a test of each other's reaction ability. When the rhythm suddenly accelerated, a big hole was pierced in the steel shield in the hand of the silver helmet knight.

Fortunately, His Majesty only regarded this competition as a joke. After piercing the shield, he turned his wrist and used the force to throw the opponent off the horse instead of killing him with one blow.

The knight who fell off the horse had some dust on his bright armor. After he stood up, he looked at the Phoenix King who came back and said while touching his aching ribs.

"You are really merciless. When the shield was pierced, I thought I was going to die."

Imrick did not comment, shrugged and said: "After all, challenging the dragon lord still has to pay a price, but it is indeed a good fight. I almost disfigured.

What's your name?"

The silver helmet knight stood at attention, holding the lance upright at his side, and dignifiedly told His Majesty about himself and his family.

"Cumberland, son of Ramster, pays tribute to you."

"Very good, I hope your spear can continue to surprise me, Cumberland." (End of this chapter)