Dust of History Chapter 27: The birth of a hero

The tourney has officially begun, and the atmosphere is loud and enthusiastic enough to excite even the dullest worm in the tree beside the road.

The hero in the hearts of the common people, the popular Rodhart knight who won the championship passed all the way with superb swordsmanship and skill, and every time he won it was very beautiful and easy. His extraordinary momentum and demeanor made the cheers that were originally like a tsunami even more like a tsunami. In full compliance with the wishes of the crowd, he made it to the final without a hitch.

A mighty team drove to the square, and the already crowded crowd immediately gave way to a spacious passage. The door of an extremely luxurious carriage opened in the middle, and everyone in the square knelt down to welcome Bishop Ronnies and the current emperor, His Majesty Geffenhardt XVII.

There are also many royal officials and ministers who came together. This kind of semi-civilian activity will make His Majesty the Emperor feel very good. It is definitely not a bad thing to accompany him, not to mention that this is the time to please His Majesty. And the prime minister who is closest to His Majesty is naturally also involved at this time.

"Isn't Duke Mrak here?" The prime minister looked around and asked.

"I haven't seen anyone in the past few days. He should be busy with official duties. If he really plans to change the coach this time, he is most likely to replace General Sanders. It is also necessary to make preparations now. But this guy has lost a chance to please His Majesty. It can be said that he is brave and foolish, hehe." A minister of the Erni family replied. "However, it would be great if Strick could win the championship this time and have a chance to enter the military. We don't have to rely too much on Mrak."

The rich and nobles all believed in the saying 'blood is thicker than water'. If they could, they wished that all the positions and powers they could get were controlled by their blood relatives. Even a person like the Duke of Mrak who has to unite must use the method of marriage to let the blood of his own family flow in the veins of his offspring, and make him "one of his own" through such a way. It seems that there is only such a connection that exists in the body as the basis for building trust and unity.

The Prime Minister frowned and nodded slightly. The Duke of Mrak has always been known for his good temper, good popularity, strong ability to do things, but he doesn't like to play politics, but the prime minister has always disliked this kind-hearted guy who seems to be easy to use. Although it was true that he couldn't see any conspiracy or deliberate tricks, but probably out of the intuition of a schemer, he always felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this guy. Moreover, this person who now has the noble title of 'Duke' actually came from a very humble background, but he has climbed to his current position by relying on a little ability and what seems to be good luck. Although he has become a "person of his own" now, it is not worthy of too much trust and dependence.

It is said that this knight named Rodhart has something to do with the Duke, but that countryman seems to be too focused on his official duties, and he didn't have a good grasp of this talent, otherwise he wouldn't be so easily captured by himself. buy. It was a very risky move to buy this person this time, and it would not be a joke if things got out and were caught by the guys in the military. The Holy Knight Order is the central force of the empire, and the election is absolutely not ambiguous. It would be troublesome if he was charged with a crime of selfishness and fraud to shake the foundation of the empire. The key is that the current situation has to be so dangerous. Suddenly, a man popped up from the bishop's place out of nowhere to squeeze out his son's position as a priest. Once the war in the West is fought, it will be a great opportunity to build military merits as political capital, which is the key to the outcome of this political struggle. So he took the risk and found an opportunity to negotiate with the knight. Fortunately, the result was satisfactory.

His Majesty the Emperor, His Excellency the Bishop, and Captain Roland took their seats, as did the princes and ministers, and the finals officially began.

The first one to play is the Strick Knight. A whole body of strong muscles were exposed outside the armor, and the domineering expression seemed to be the domain of those muscles even on the face. In his hand is a large sword that is extremely lethal even with a sheath on. This shape is very rare in knights.

Besides the applause from some ministers, what greeted this contestant were boos from the surrounding people. The wickedness of this nobleman is highly criticized among the common people in the capital. In the past few years, it was very unreasonable for some things. In the past few years, it was probably because of today's selection meeting that I restrained myself. I stayed at home and invited many teachers to conduct special training in various aspects. The champion this time is It is imperative.

Hearing the booing, Knight Schank glared at the countless crowd around him and let out a low growl. This is a typical simple-minded thing, probably all the essence has been used on that body of muscles.

Then came the hero named Rodhart. He has flaxen curly hair, and although his handsome face makes him less majestic in his beauty, the lack of majestic appearance makes him appear more friendly, his calm demeanor and his seeming strength. The resolute eyes complemented his masculinity, and there was always that kind of friendly and beautiful smile on his face. He seems to be the idol in every teenager's heart, and the dream lover Prince Charming in the hearts of girls. He was dressed in very plain clothes, with a light leather armor on the outside. He was completely like a civilian soldier, as if he didn't pay attention to the opponent's attack at all. In fact, he was indeed not hit by any opponent since the beginning of the match. Passed.

Thunderous cheers and applause were given to this hero in the eyes of the masses.

Rod Hart's handsomeness made Strick's arrogance seem to be specially created to set off. Strick stared at it fiercely, and he couldn't wait to rush over and chop the beautiful knight to pieces. Although he knew that this would be an opponent who would lose to him in the game, but now he had the feeling of failure, which fully revealed his murderous intent.

Ant people.

When the Prime Minister heard such cheers, he cursed in his heart with disdain. These puny inferiors. Rolling self-righteously in the life at the bottom of the society, unwilling to be controlled by power but unable to fight and resist, so I believe in any hero who can fight against power, a genius who can resist this social mechanism. But I don't know that everything in this society is determined by the upper-level forces that control power, including beliefs, enthusiasm, and lifestyles. Even this hero who brings together their dreams has the power to arrange everything behind his back Is it done? In this world, those in power are the only true heroes.

"Well, this knight looks really good, he looks very handsome and good-looking." His Majesty the Emperor also expressed a strong interest. "I also heard that he once entered an orc's lair alone, not only rescued Princess Mrak, but also killed thousands of those savage orcs. He was so powerful. He is really a hero. And I heard that he was born as a commoner, it’s amazing, it’s amazing.” After speaking, His Majesty’s expression turned out to be a little strange, as if he was a little jealous.

Geffenhardt XVII is 20 years old this year, with a soft and feminine face that fully demonstrates his personality. He still believes in and likes this kind of hero who soars to the sky. This is not a person who is suitable to control a country. The comfortable and peaceful life of the royal family makes his mentality no different from that of ordinary young people, even more childish and superficial. When he was young, he even sneaked out of the palace and wanted to go Follow a circus traveling allusion. Moreover, it is said that a few nights ago, he secretly went to a casino in the capital to play, and caused some trouble.

Unable to control his background and situation, he had to sit on the position of the king of this country, but he is not interested in these, he only likes to indulge in the fun of some gadgets, and regards politics and military affairs as a kind of The burden of an innocent disaster was hurriedly passed to the prime minister who was very enthusiastic to solve his problems. That's why the Erni family turned their hands in the court and turned their hands into rain. If it weren't for the fact that there were old loyal ministers from the military in the imperial court and the Paladins guarding the Geffenhart family, he, the emperor, would have already abdicated.

"Your Majesty is wise. Since Your Majesty has recognized that this is a talent, then I will make a bet that this young man will definitely win. Ten gold coins. I don't know who will dare to answer the game?" The prime minister looked at the surrounding ministers without losing the opportunity and said.

No one took the bet, the military ignored him, and the guys knew he must be playing tricks.

"That Strick Knight seems to be Aiqing's nephew. It's too pitiful that even his own uncle doesn't like him so much. Well, let me cheer for him. I bet on him Win, ten gold coins." His Majesty the Emperor is very sympathetic.

"Then I will thank His Majesty for his gift. I hope His Majesty's great fortune will bring him good luck."

"Hehe, I remember that if I bet with Aiqing, my luck is always very good." His Majesty the Emperor smiled innocently.

With the sound of a gong, the game officially started. People in the surrounding stands and on the ground began to shout Rod Hart's name, and Rod Hart began to gain the upper hand in this huge sound of solidarity.

Asa sighed, he really didn't want to see this great hope turn into great disappointment. He wanted to go back, turned around and just saw a short man with a big head struggling in the crowd, squeezed under a person sitting on the low wall and tugged at his feet, saying, "give me the seat."

Owning this good position, the person obviously refused to give up his privilege, staring and saying: "Why?"

"Because you want this." The dwarf dangled a silver coin in his stubby fingers. Immediately yielding to this truly powerful argument, the man leaped from the parapet and respectfully presented his throne.

Few dwarfs have that kind of imposing presence, and there are certainly no other dwarves with such a large head and such a rough duck voice. Asa squeezed over to greet him: "Master Borugan, hello."

"Mr. Special Envoy, what a coincidence. Have you returned from that damned orc city?" I haven't seen you for two months, and the magistrate of Bracada is still the same. He jumped up the low wall deftly and deftly.

"I'm no longer a special envoy, just call me Asa." Asa walked under the low wall. "I was about to go back, but I didn't expect to meet you here."

"Why go back? Isn't that your friend on stage? Don't you want to see him win the championship?"

Asa smiled wryly and said, "Unfortunately, I bet he won't win the championship."

"No way?" Lord Borugan's broom eyebrows frowned again. "In my opinion, he should win the championship, so let's bet a few small money. Anyway, I bet on him there."

"I don't want to win your money," Asa said.

"It's a pity that I really want to win your money." The former Bracada magistrate grinned, revealing a mouthful of neat yellow dies.

On the stage, Rod Hart was attacking Strike with a round of intensive fast swords. If Strick hadn't applied a few blessing spells to himself at the beginning, he would have been able to lie down at this speed now. Under the impetus of a huge economy, a magician hired with a high salary finally managed to instill a few basic magic in his mind, which has to be admitted as a remarkable achievement.

Rodhart didn't have this kind of treatment, he didn't know how to use any auxiliary magic, but the surrounding tsunami-like cheers and cheers completely made up for this shortcoming. It seems that every attack of his has the wishes of the supporters, making it very difficult for the opponent to cover. But Strick's skill is indeed not weak. With the help of these magics, even if he really faces Rodhart head-on, he may not really have a good chance of winning.

The closeness of the two makes this indeed look like a good all-out match. Even Asa couldn't see any flaws in the two's every move, every move, and he had to admit that Rod Hart not only had the talent of a knight, but also had the potential of an actor.

Strike's defense showed a small flaw, and Rod Hart kicked him in the face at the risk of being hit by the giant sword. Amidst the loud cheers, the muscular knight turned into a ground gourd. When he got up, his nosebleeds were already coming out along with the fierce light in his eyes.

Because of anger and pain, Strick roared wildly, swung the giant sword like crazy, and slashed at Rodhart. There is no doubt that he is fighting desperately, the airflow from the giant sword even scratched the faces of the audience in the audience. However, Rodhart still maintained his composure during this crazy attack, he dodged in a moderate manner, and slowly retreated to the left side of the ring. Everyone could see that he was conserving his strength, and such a crazy attack would definitely not last long. Just wait for the opponent's offensive to weaken, and he will immediately launch a counterattack. But Asa knew that such a counterattack would fail due to an accident.

This is really a good show. The wise and brave knight successfully irritated the opponent, causing the opponent to lose his mind and attack wildly regardless of his physical strength. But at the moment when he was about to fight back, his body suddenly lost control slightly, so unfortunately he was hit, suffered some minor injuries and lost the battle. It was later discovered that there was a loose board on the floor, and the knight would naturally lose his balance if he stepped on it, but there was nothing he could do about it. After all, the result of the game could not be changed, and everyone could only lament that the hero’s luck was too bad .

Asa began to feel that Rod Hart had the talent to write novels or plays.

Under the bitter sword wind, Rod Hart had already retreated to the edge of the ring. Even a layman can see that Strick's physical strength has begun to show signs of exhaustion. The much-anticipated hero's triumphant counterattack is about to begin.

But at this exciting moment, the hero's body suddenly tilted slightly and lost his balance. Naturally, the vicious opponent would not let go of such a good opportunity, and the giant sword picked up a gust of wind and slashed towards him. There were exclamations from the audience.

Asa was taken aback. Although there is a protective sheath on the giant sword, such a forceful attack is enough to break bones and even kill people. This was no longer an act as planned in advance. The opponent in a rage really wanted Rodhart's life. He is too far away from the ring now, and there are too many intermediaries, even if he wants to stop it, it will be too late.

But completely unexpected, Rodhart's waist suddenly softened, his entire upper body bent backwards, and his body became an arc. The upper body has been suspended out of the ring, but the feet are still on the ring. The deadly sword just grazed his abdomen.

Strongk looked at this and was determined to win, but he only waited to see the opponent's falling sword was dodged. This was not the same as what was planned in advance, he couldn't react for a while, and was stunned there.

Rodhart took advantage of this opportunity to jump up, and the hilt of the sword hit the opponent's face with a muffled sound, and Strick rolled back again. But when he stood up covering his bleeding face again, Rodhart's sword was already on his neck. The victory and defeat have been divided.

"Aiqing had good luck today. He finally beat me once." His Majesty the Emperor smiled and looked at the winner next to him. The prime minister's face was pale, and this sudden luck made him shocked and angry.

"The champion of this knight selection meeting is - Knight Rodhart." The official announced the result in a dramatic tone with a drawn out voice.

With cheers and applause, Rodhart retracted the sword on Strick's thick neck. With the elegant posture of a winner, he performed a standard knight etiquette to the loser, then turned around and knelt down in front of the stands of His Majesty the Emperor and His Excellency the Bishop.

Strongk was still standing there like a stone statue. Surprise, anger of failure, and humiliation all crowded into his mind, making his originally insensitive mind even more confused, and he couldn't tell what was going on at all. But when he saw that this opponent saluted himself as if in a demonstration, he smiled triumphantly, and then turned around defiantly to show himself his back. He stabbed in the back. Everyone in the stands and under the ring screamed.

Heroes will never be knocked down by such a sneak attack from behind. Rodhart dodged the sword sideways, an elbow that seemed to have been forced into Strike's face in self-defense. Schank let out a roar as loud as a wild boar, which couldn't cover up the crisp sound of bones breaking. He flew backwards and lay motionless on the ring.

The Prime Minister stood up with a livid face~IndoMTL.com~ But his autonomy and reason were obviously much higher than his nephew, and he sat down slowly. His Majesty the Emperor frowned and shook his head slowly: "It's fine if you lose, how can it be like this. It's really not a knight's demeanor."

"Your Majesty is right. This not only violates the basic spirit of chivalry, but also proves that this person's heart is filthy. I think such a person who lacks the most basic morals is absolutely not suitable for the honor of joining the Holy Knight Order. A group with a great relationship." The head of Roland, who was next to the emperor, said coldly. The number one swordsman in the empire had a rather thin face, as if he was just a scholar who devoted himself to learning, only occasionally there was a flash of light in his eyes, his gray hair and beard made him look much older than his actual age many. "I now declare that he will be disqualified from entering the Holy Knight Order."

The Prime Minister was trembling slightly. If he failed to steal the chicken, he would have to eat a lot of rice, and if this kid grabbed the handle and beat him up, he might even break the rice vat.

Asa felt that his eardrums were about to burst from the cheers around him. Lord Borugan unceremoniously snatched a few silver coins from his hand, and roared so loudly that his ducks could not be drowned in cheers: "I don't even know why you think your friend will lose."

"I don't know why." Asa shook his head in astonishment.