In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

The atmosphere is really warm.

Lothar, who was in the bird's nest-like structure of the arena, felt that the auditorium above his head and the movement coming from the field outside were like two Titans fighting hand to hand.

Jeanne sighed softly: It's a pity that we are not in the audience. This should be the last arena left by the empire.

Lothar smiled and said: Don't worry, I won't watch this competition. Isn't it a memorable event to participate in it?

Obviously, he has full confidence in this possible team competition.

Didn't you say that we don't have to participate?

Lothar lowered her voice: The Queen said that to save her face.

After a while, someone came to inform.

A Greek noble knight who had been waiting for a long time stepped on the attendant's back and climbed onto the horse.

He took the round-tipped lance from the squire and pulled down the visor of his helmet.

As the iron gate creaked up, he held up his lance and kite shield and ran towards the field.

Someone muttered and introduced that he was the count commander of the Argontople Guards Cavalry, a typical Greek noble knight.

Although the Agontoplai Guards cavalry are terrible and are just an honor guard, their commander is not. He has always been known for being brave and good at fighting. Many Latin knights are no match for him.

However, it was different from the confidence he felt when he left.

soon.

The Greek noble knight was carried out of the venue.

At this moment, he seemed to have been hit by a high-speed dump truck. The pieces of the exquisite armor on his chest fell to the ground. One leg was broken, and the broken bone stubble poked through the gap in the leg armor. Exposed.

People who saw this scene couldn't help but look a little horrified.

Who is the enemy? Is he so powerful?

Tsk, how miserable.

Jeanne commented casually.

At this time, the Varangian guard captain, who was well dressed and holding a battle ax and a buckler, packed up his equipment and shouted. Boys, those well-dressed but weak nobles have been defeated!

Next, it's up to us to defend the majesty of the most noble Baselisa. If we win this battle, we will all get twenty large Sulades gold coins of high quality and a piece of silk given by His Majesty. .”

Roar!

The Varangian Guards roared angrily.

A group of nearly a hundred Varangian guards wearing black mail stood up one after another, and stepped into the creaking iron gate with arrogance under the envious eyes of the remaining veterans.

They are the Royal Guards who walk at the front of the parade during the military parade.

However, after the military parade, they immediately took off their expensive silk robes. Obviously, for them, this was also a luxury that they needed to cherish.

However, this battle will most likely not go smoothly.

In the end, half of the Varangian Guards were carried out, and the remaining Varangian Guards officer also looked gloomy.

After Lothar inquired for a while, he learned that the Varangian Guard's opponent was actually the Immortal Army sent by the Sasanian Empire's envoy. This army has a long history and can even be traced back to the ancient Greek period.

Losing is not losing.

It was just that the fight between the two sides was very intense. If it continued like this, the casualties would definitely be ugly, so Her Majesty the Queen stopped it.

At this time, the royal treasurer whom he had met before, the eunuch with a wrinkled face, trotted over.

There was an awkward smile on his face: General Lothar, I'm afraid you will be invited to appear next.

Lothar stood up and asked: Is it a group battle? Is our opponent still the undead army?

No... before the group battle, I'm afraid you have to fight that Frankish prince first.

Prince Frank? You mean, the opponent who defeated the young noble knight?

The old eunuch said with a sneer on his face: Yes, that's him.

Lothar did not hesitate and nodded: Okay, I accept it, but I don't necessarily guarantee that I can win.

No problem, I have to rush back to report the situation to His Majesty.

After the old eunuch finished speaking, he ran away.

Jeanne reminded: Be careful.

Lothar said Yeah. As the first country to include witches in the court, Crown Prince Henry was most likely not an ordinary person. Even if he was not a spell caster, he had at least taken magic potions.

She brought her Grape. This majestic war horse was also covered in silver-white scale armor, and the helmet crown on the horse armor's head was also dyed red like the veterans who stayed.

Lothar jumped onto his horse with great skill. He looked at Prajna and said with a smile: Don't worry, I will surrender if I can't win. I can borrow your talent, so nothing will happen.

Prajna nodded and handed over a blunt-nosed lance in his hand. This kind of white beech lance, specially used for competitions, is easy to break. Lothar had no intention of fighting the crown prince he had never met before.

So far, this is the second knight competition he has participated in.

He put on a golden mask helmet, which was the reward he drew today.

This kind of helmet has a strong Eastern nomadic cavalry style. The human face on the mask is lifelike, and even details such as beards and eyebrows are in place.

The defensive power of this style of helmet is obviously not as good as the Pig Mouth Helmet made by Mallus or the lobster helmet awarded as a milestone reward for the Winged Cavalry Commander.

But it also has the characteristics of a system prop - it cannot be destroyed.

There is also a special ability: Terror!

The effect is: The fear in the hearts of any enemy who looks directly at this helmet will be greatly amplified.

He rode up to the iron gate. Through the gap in the gate, he could see that the field was in a mess. The compacted mud was soaked with large amounts of blood. At this time, a group of slaves were hurriedly cleaning up. Debris above.

Those were all spears, shields, swords and other sundries left over from the previous competition.

Squeak.

The iron gate gradually rises.

Lothar gently pinched the horse's belly and urged the mount to come to the field.

A deafening shout suddenly sounded in his ears.

Lothar was a little confused. He didn't expect that he was quite popular in the Eastern Empire.

On the viewing platform.

Count Leopold frowned: This is inappropriate, noble Baselisa.

Queen Lagaiyu was dressed in a rich attire, with a crown on her head, sitting on the throne, frowning slightly: What's inappropriate?

As far as I know, Marquis Lothar is a vassal of the Kingdom of Jerusalem and the bravest warrior in Germania. If you use him to replace your country's army, even if you win, it will be disgraceful, right?

Oh, I am the lord of the empire, not the chief of a clan. Under my command, Franks, Normans, Varangians, and even Saracens can all be reused as long as they serve my master loyally.

What's more, General Lothar is our country's new general of the Limassol Military Region. He once led the army to put down the rebellion of sycophants like Isaac. It is perfect to fight for me.

Have the Cyprus rebels been put down?

Leopold's face couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

Wasn’t it said not long ago that the Apennine fleet leased by Cyprus defeated the Eastern Empire’s navy?

Leopold could only say: In that case, there is nothing inappropriate. I must congratulate Your Majesty for being able to win the allegiance of a brave and pious Crusader like the Marquis of Lothar.

His witch mistress was not with him. A person as noble as Queen Lagaia must not be surrounded by spellcasters of unknown origin.

Anna was wearing a purple palace dress and stood beside La Gaia. When she saw Lothar appearing, she couldn't help but reveal a smile: Your Majesty, I believe General Lothar will usher in a victory for you. .”

Then let's wait and see.

It was obvious that the queen, who had the most noble status in the world, was not in a very happy mood at the moment.