Warhammer Throne

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In the thousand years of history, there has never been a more exciting event than the Royal Tournament. On the magnificent Lion Ring racetrack, noisy and noisy sounds are heard from every corner. The humble origins scream, their low voices Overshadowed by the breathing of horses and the clash of rifles, horseshoes hit the ground, shields hit the tip of the gun, the knights swayed sweat, highlighting the glory, the smell of barbecue and the smell of cheap cider could not cover the smell of sweat and mud The smell, this is the Royal Competition.

This is a grand celebration, and it is also a rare aristocratic activity that can relax and participate in the life of the Breton serfs. After the fairy in the lake established the country from Brittania, it was clear that the oracle allowed the serfs Our participation in this highest-level festival is a very happy time in their long-term hard work and dull life. The knights will ride horses, walk on the field, and use their lances to fight for their highest honors. When the war horses pass by, and the light and shadow of the rifle pass through the hot air, it is the game, and the crowd will burst out a wave of cheers. Everyone hopes that the knights they support can win The final victory.

This is the Royal Competition.

Like the history of the founding of Brittany, the Royal Contest has a history of thousands of years. This used to be a way for the Brittany knights to enjoy the short peace time in order to ensure the knight’s fighting power and sense of glory, but because of this competition The conference provided a platform for the knights who were silent and talented, so it quickly became the most popular event in the entire kingdom, and gradually formed the current Royal Contest.

Despite the long history, the Royal Competition has never fallen out of favor, but since the Dorta incident, the Royal Competition of Brittania has indeed been held less and less. Today, there have been nearly two The Royal Competition has not been held in ten years. In fact, it is not that the Cavaliers did not want to hold it. But after the Dorta incident, Brittania began to decline. The Kingdom’s financial capacity gradually could not support such a large-scale event.

However, unlike Richard's financial constraints, Ryan has money. The new king is really rich. He took out 30,000 kronor in one breath, plus the Lake Fairy Church properly subsidized a part of the material conditions. Satisfied.

Historically, Brittania has had many famous royal contests. Before the Principality of Artois had died out, the Duke of Artois had recruited for his only daughter, and the winner could enter and inherit In the position of the Duke of Artois, hundreds of knights broke their heads to marry the Duke's daughter-in-law.

The knight king "just" Jules once held the Royal Knight Contest in the Principality of Winford, where he defeated a wood elf prince, the wood elf was forced to give up a disputed territory, where the Bretons were A brand new Holy Grail church was built.

The colorful flags show, this year's Royal Contest is particularly grand. Hundreds of chefs are gathered together. Various wines and dishes are constantly brought in. The fairy in the lake, the knight king Lane, the queen Suria, the lake **** witch Mo Jaina and others sat on the main stand. The dazzling golden chalice was placed in front of the stand. Hundreds of Brittany knights were full of excitement and madness. This is an opportunity to show themselves in front of the lady. Being able to win is even more rewarding for the Holy Grail!

"My lady, are you really going to use the Holy Grail as a reward?" Ryan sat next to the fairy in the lake. He sat on the right with Queen Suria, and Mogiana sat on the left with the fairy in the lake, Olika. Standing behind them with Sylvia, Veronica moved a chair with a dead face, and must squeeze in the main stand, and Ryan had to leave her alone.

Teresa was not as thick as Veronica, and she followed Aurora to the VIP seat.

"If there is a feat worth mentioning, then why not?" The fairy in the lake gracefully sat on the high back chair with a lady sitting posture, tilting a pair of beautiful white silk legs slightly, when she saw the Ryan exit, she smiled casually Tao: "Occasionally, it is good to give the knights some incentives, but the Holy Grail will not be so easy to obtain. Whether the knights can get my approval depends on themselves."

It can be seen that the fairy in the lake is in a very good mood, and the light blue heel gently strikes the wooden floor. She said playfully: "Anyway, neither the Empire nor the people of the South can be us The opponents of the Brittany Cavaliers, if the Wood Elves win, they are very good, they only get a gold cup, unless, the champion is a Tyrille Cavaliers?"

As the fairy in the lake said, Ryan, Surya and Mogiana couldn't help laughing, only Veronica didn't understand.

Today's Garland Witch is dressed up. She is extremely proud that she has finally entered the pyramid of human society. Veronica knows that she cannot be excluded from the topic if she wants to integrate into them, so she immediately tried to ask. : "Can you explain? Ryan? Sister Surya?"

"The knight from Tyril won the championship of the Royal Tournament of Brittania three times." Ryan said with a smile about the past, and the knight king smiled helplessly: "Unfortunately, it is not an upright victory."

That’s right, the knights of the Kingdom of Tyril in the southern kingdom have won the Royal Tournament Conference three times, but what they did made the Bretons feel disgusted and disgusted, from the fairy in the lake to the serf, they They hated the so-called knights of Tyril, and even the serfs scolded these rogue knights not only for not being scolded by the knight masters, but when they were well cursed, they might even enjoy a glass of ale and a barbeque.

The rogue knights of Tyril won the Royal Tournament for the first time more than six hundred years ago. At that time, they were also the era of the third generation of the knight king "white death" Guillaume. At the tournament, a team of Tyril The knights joined the competition, and then defeated the Brittany knights in a rifle charge. They took away the prizes proudly and stunned everyone.

As a result, the Brittany discovered that the rifles ordered by this group of rogue knights were about 30 cm longer than normal lances! In this competition, the Brittany knights certainly cannot win a lance showdown!

The rogue knights of Tyril won the Royal Tournament for the second time in a final. The two knights faced each other for a few rounds. As a result, the Brittany knight suddenly twitched muscles and foamed in the mouth. After the horse was knocked down, it was the Tilil who took the prize again. They firmly denied that they had poisoned their weapons. They also kindly suggested to the Britanians. Your knight is sick. You should go to the Saliya Sanatorium. .

The third time, when Tyrille’s rogue knight participated in the contest again, the Britons had learned to be smart. They checked the Tyril’s weapons and set strict rules for the game. When both sides When the Cavaliers were about to enter the game, a Miss Tyrell aristocrat rushed out of the crowd excitedly and gave the Brittany Cavaliers a warm kiss. Out of cavalierism and vanity, the Cavaliers did not refuse.

As a result, shortly after the game began, the Brittany knight was bluish, confused, and easily defeated. He was poisoned and died afterwards. The defeated Britannia was forced to withdraw the army that attacked Tyril according to the agreement. .

Similarly, afterwards, the Tyrils did not admit that the lips of the noble lady were poisoned.

"You can't believe an empire unless the other is a Tyrell."

Breton proverb

"Well, it turns out that the Tyrils are so shameless." Veronica felt really nothing to say after listening, but the Tyrils did not have any contractual spirit. Their favorite thing was to sneak and play, and Due to the chaotic political situation in Tyril and the unification of it, local protectionism and populism are extremely prevalent in Tyril's local courts and courts. The reason is unreasonable. The judgments of the local courts cannot guarantee fairness and are extremely easy. Being abducted by the populist, the nobles often ran out of promises in order to run for the prince of the city-state. Anyway, they were elected first, which caused the political situation in Tyrell to be almost permanently chaotic without the pressure of foreign enemies.

"Isn't Teresa willing to come up?" Ryan cared about the sorceress instead.

"Theresa said she was going to be with Aurora." Surya shook her head, the knight wore a crown, and she was emerald and beautiful. "She said she didn't want to be special."

"Oh, this is a rigid and proud little princess. This opportunity is only a few times in a lifetime." Veronica sneered immediately: "How many opportunities can a witch have in his life to sit with the cavalier king and the lady in the lake to watch the game?" ?Many things that are impossible to accomplish, in this case, maybe only a few words or a transaction, things can be solved, if she has been holding a shelf for her life, then she..."

"Okay, Veronica, watch the game." Ryan knew that Veronica would routinely ridicule Theresa, and quickly signaled her to shut up.

The maelstrom in the backyard and the battle between the dragons and the Lions knew a little bit. The women didn't obey anyone. Many things he could pretend not to know, but in solidarity they reached a consensus on the outside. Ryan can only let it go. It is to consolidate the authority of Surya’s wife, and he can’t control anything else.

On the other side, on the VIP seat, the imperial emperor Karl Franz and others also sat in the stands. At this time, the Brittany knight, the imperial knight and the wood elf riders have entered the field successively, and the emperor was very interested. Looking at the grand occasion in the field, he said to Marius sitting beside him: "I remember many years ago, this kind of knightly contest was introduced into the empire."

"Yes, many years ago." Marius Elector Hou disdained: "But the state of the empire is so, unlike the supervision of the Church of the Lady of the Lake and the spur of the Lady of the Lake across the mountain, this contest of our empire started at the beginning It’s all good, but after a few sessions, after a dozen sessions, no matter how good the starting point is, it eventually becomes a place where a group of noble children brush their qualifications and compete with the family. The champion is often decided before the game starts. , Except for your Royal Rick Guards Tournament because the emperor personally oversaw not dare to falsify, everything else is the same."

"Ah? Hey, hey~" Marius said the facts so directly, the emperors of the empire were a little embarrassed. Everyone smiled and wanted to expose this topic.

"No! Uric will not allow this to happen, Marius, you are nonsense!" Elector Boris glared at one of his eyes and said dissatisfiedly.

As soon as the words fell, an imperial knight was shot down under a horse by a knight of the Kingdom of Brittany, rolled a few times on the turf, and passed out.

"Fnndp! Midenheim never held contests. You have chosen the white wolf knight from among your own people with the purest blood and the most kills. Do you think I don't know?" Tarabeheim elector and Tara Helmut Falhaba, the Grand Duke of Baker’s, immediately retorted: "Shit, it's really shameful."

"You can do it!" Boris retorted: "Don't you claim that your dark swordsmanship is very powerful?"

"He? He is not dark swordsmanship at all, he is slow swordsmanship." Wolfen, the elector of the Wolfen and the Duke of Oster, said: "We all know that Helmut is his most important The source of combat power is his crotch, and his half-griffin mount is more than he can fight."

"Cough, the weather has turned cold these days, I am not very comfortable, even this time." Sure enough, the Elector of Helmut knew that he was not good, he coughed twice: "Yes, you found it. His Majesty King Ryan, he is surrounded by women, and our Majesty Carl is surrounded by a group of stinky men. It’s so weird, I’m shocked, this new king is really cool, is he busy every day? Yue Violet?"

"Hahahahaha~" There was a burst of laughter from the VIP seats on the empire side. The emperor and the electors found that it was really the case. Karl Franz smiled at Emilia: "Emmano Li, do you want to go up with them?"

"Why don't you go head-to-head with Ryan, my majesty?" Emilia replied angrily: "My majesty, haven't you noticed? The knights of the empire are about to be eliminated!"

The people who were joking found out that indeed, the Imperial Knights were defeated one after another, and they were about to be eliminated, although the Imperial Knights were indeed not as powerful as the Brittany Knights, nor the Emperor's face. good looking.

"You guys, if Brittania's Royal Tournament conquered an Empire, would the lady in the lake give him the power of the Holy Grail?" At this time, the Elector of Marius spoke, and the expression of the Count of Madness It was like seeing the favorite prey: "I can't help but want to see the reaction of the lady in the lake."

"Marius... Do you want to play?" Karl Franz immediately realized Marius' plan.

"Why not?" Marius smiled. "I'm not afraid of anyone except the Holy Grail Knight. Today I will learn about the strength of the knight across the mountain!"

After speaking, without waiting for everyone's reaction, Marius-Lettdorf, the electorate of Tuscany and the Duke of Ivy, pulled out his mother, the destroyer of the holy sword of the electorate, and he sneered and indicated his attendant to lead his Mount, the Imperial Warhorse named Daisy Kurt von Helding II.

He is ready to play in person.

On the other side, the VIP seats of Brittania, the dukes also saw this scene, and Francois said to Birchmond: "Look, look, the mad Count of the Empire is going to play, the knight we sent Probably not his opponent."

"No! The glory of the Holy Grail belongs only to us Bretons! We must not allow the Empire to win the Holy Grail!" Perchmond seemed to have been touched by some sensitive nerve: "Never allow! Servant, come by my side !"

"No, Birchmond, you can't play!" Kingdom Regent Raun said quickly: "We as the Holy Grail Knight already have the power and glory of the Holy Grail. In the spirit of knighthood, we can't go down to compete for the Holy Grail, we You can’t **** what we’ve got, it’s not knightly!”

"So what?" Berchmond asked Francois subconsciously, wanting to ask his opinion.

"The empire sent an elector, then we also sent a duke, the duke who is not the Holy Grail Knight." Francois said lightly: "As for the candidate..."

"Leave it to me!" Duke Boldero, the chosen champion of Poseidon Mannen, Duke Bo Derek stood up, his eyes full of fanaticism and piety~www.ltnovel.com~ he longed for The Holy Grail is close at hand: "Let me meet the Mad Earl of the Empire for a while!"

Having said that, without waiting for everyone's consent, the ninety-year-old old duke took the Trident of Poseidon directly from his men and was ready to end!

At the same time, in the elven seat, Tagris was stationed in Lilith's Moon Staff. He noticed that both the Empire and Britannia would have legendary lords coming out to compete for the Holy Grail. The Supreme Teacher saw God Los said: "Isn't Esle going to race?"

"I'm not fit to end, unless Ryan personally ends." Aralos shook his head, staring blankly at the distant main stand, the lake fairy who was laughing with Ryan, and the head of the wood elf's chosen champion wore a dazzling green light. Staghorn helmet, his face gradually strengthened: "But we will take the Holy Grail and dedicate it to Lilith... Estes!"

"In!" A wood elf prince walked from the back to the front, his face covered with oil paint and resin was full of rebellious and wild power.

"Go win this conference! Take the Holy Grail!"

"Yes!"