Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

"Which bastard is talking nonsense, doesn't he know that our Northern Knights are intensively training?"

Derek rode to the middle of the field and looked coldly at the shouting knight.

"Where did you come from, bitch, don't you know our roads in the North are slippery?"

Poof!

The southern nobles don't understand, but the northern nobles and the royal capital nobles have all seen the slippery roads in the north.

The image of him pressing his forehead and knocking out his brains is still vivid in his mind. The road was slippery and he fell to his death like this.

But the southern nobles obviously still don’t understand the origin of this joke.

Especially the knight, who was caught in the act of taunting, blushed even more.

He saw that Derek seemed to be young, and he was a northern barbarian who appeared from nowhere.

"Boy, if you have the guts to come here and taste my iron fist, you can only please the wandering warbler in the tavern with your mouth."

Hula la, a group of knights from the Augusta family arrived, each controlling their horses and occupying a small area of ​​the field.

The surrounding northern nobles and even the royal capital's nobles all subconsciously made room for them.

When the Southern Knight said these words, everyone looked at him as if he were a dead person.

"It looks like the ground is slippery today."

Virut clenched his fists, wanting to kill him right now.

The attendants around him also nodded, having the same idea.

Unconsciously, these knights and attendants have completely changed.

Two months ago, this reaction would never have occurred, nor would I have been so bold.

And Derek won't back down. Properly showing off is not necessarily a bad thing.

Just like now, the Southern Knight is full of hatred, and the benefits of defeating him are too great.

Taking off the cloak with one hand, Derek threw it back casually.

"Knight, I hope your iron fist can make me look at you differently."

Derek sneered, otherwise... just wait to suffer.

Those who are capable of shouting can be forgiven.

If you don't have the ability and still scream, then you deserve to die.

He gently kicked the horse's belly with his toes, and the war horse understood his intention.

I have done similar training countless times.

The war horses suddenly erupted, closing the distance instantly.

The southern knight may still be waiting for the ceremony before the fight, but fortunately the distance between the two is not close and they have enough reaction time.

"mean!"

Derek had already rushed to the front. He ignored the nonsense and tried to chop with his knight's sword.

Judging from his posture, it was obvious that he was not holding back. If he could kill Derek easily, he would not hesitate to do so.

In fact, no one is a fool. Seeing Derek's posture, you can probably guess his identity.

Not to mention his military prowess, at least his command ability is absolutely off the charts.

To the Southern aristocracy, this was a political enemy.

It would be great to get rid of this political enemy.

Derek also sensed the other party's intention, but... it was too slow.

After becoming a level five elite knight, the gap between him and ordinary knights becomes even greater.

The all-round quality crushing makes it difficult to lose in a one-on-one battle.

He didn't even hold the weapon, and directly grabbed the blade with his gauntleted palm.

Be bold!

Everyone was shocked. The gauntlet was not a panacea, severe cuts would still cause injuries.

But Derek had already grabbed the sword first, pulled it hard, and grabbed the knight's sword directly.

Then with a smooth grasp, he forcefully pulled the other person off the horse.

By the time everyone reacted, Derek had already tied the other person's feet with a rope.

Then the horse dragged the knight and galloped away.

"Despicable! Shameless! The sneak attack insults the spirit of chivalry."

"Hurry up and release them. We admit defeat in this battle."

The southern knights rioted and even prepared to rob people.

However, the knights of the Augusta family were not vegetarians, so they directly drew their swords and forced them back to their original positions.

Derek circled around and threw the rope in his hand to the attendant.

I took a look and saw that he was not dead yet.

"Find a pole and hang him up. Let's see if the girls in the south can save him today."

Then he ordered the herald: "Drum roll, that bastard Simon should be here, surround the camp."

Before the southern knights launched an attack, the war drums were already ringing.

Soon, a large number of tough armored soldiers surrounded everyone.

Derek then slowly walked to the wooden platform next to the school field.

He directly pulled off his gauntlet and threw it on the face of a familiar-looking Northern knight.

"A bunch of losers can't even defeat a bunch of women. Do you want the old earl to put on armor himself and go into battle?"

The knight did not dare to resist after being hit, but instead caught the gauntlet in panic.

As Derek walked, he kicked the Northland Knight when he saw it.

"I can't fight, I don't even have a clear head.

Who are we? Where is this place?

This is our territory. If we can't defeat them next time, just call in the army and kill them all. Then we'll say they were robbed by horse bandits.

understand? "

Derek's voice was so loud that even the nobles on both sides of the high platform could hear him clearly.

The nobles from the royal capital trembled, as if they felt a familiar sense of fear.

It was the first time for the southern nobles to see Derek, and it was difficult to tell whether what Derek said was true or false.

It was the old earl who saw the tense atmosphere and quickly came to the rescue: "Viscount Derek, don't talk nonsense."

Derek immediately changed his face and showed a grinning expression.

I’m going to marry your old man’s granddaughter soon to give you some face.

"Old Earl, please sit down, I will take care of this matter."

Unfortunately, not far away, Virut led someone to set up a wooden pole, and the unlucky southern knight was flying a kite on it.

It seemed that his condition was not good, and he didn't even cry for help.

It would be strange if the southern nobles did not respond to this situation.

This time, the southern nobles directly dispatched two field earls. The one who led the knights first was Earl Robert Lovett.

Seeing that Derek was getting more and more excessive, he couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Viscount Derek, please hand over my knights. I will not care about the sneak attack with you."

Derek laughed after hearing this. It seemed that the earl had not yet recognized the reality.

"Virut, put down the tattered rope in your hand and come here quickly."

Virut was happily hanging on to the unlucky southern knight. It was the first time he felt that doing something like this was very satisfying.

When he heard Derek calling him, he immediately ran over.

"Viscount?"

"Take your attendants and beat up the girls from the south.

Remember, take them out one by one and beat them up.

Adrian, please bring a few official knights to suppress the formation, and let me see if the southern knights are sissies. "

After arranging all this, Derek turned to face Count Lovett.

"Your Excellency, my official knight, if your men can win three games, I will give them to you."

If you can't win, then hang on.

Until the southern nobles surrender and bow their heads, they will walk around when they see themselves in the future.

But there is no need to say this out loud, everyone understands it in their hearts.

Lord Lovett is riding a tiger, and it will really be a loss of face if he refuses.

And he didn't think Derek's Cavaliers would be so good that he couldn't win three games.

Those knight attendants, no matter whether they were formal knights or not, they were probably fake due to their age.