Lord of the Oasis Chapter 174: .Silent scene

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Obviously Baron Dylan has some covetousness for these Sarandian riders in Kant.

Forbidden.

Although it looks easy, the vocabulary is simple.

But for these troops in the cold weapon era, as long as they can achieve these four words, they can be called elites, because this represents discipline, which will be strictly observed in military operations!

"They are all good." Kant smiled seemingly modestly.

But this deepens even more, Baron Dylan's speculation that there is a force behind Kant.

If there is no power to help.

How could the 40 knight-level guards banned by this order be exiled to such a baron who lost his family's favor and was exiled to survive in the barren desert?

Just go to any nobleman.

You can get more!

"It really makes me covet, how powerful is the legacy left by Princess Sophia." Baron Dylan gently raised this idea in his heart, without leaving a trace, he looked at Kant's eyes with fanaticism .

Only in the arena at the bottom of the city walls.

Team 2 is ready.

10 vassal knights on the left, and 10 Sarandian riders on the right.

None of them ride horses.

On the contrary, they are all on foot. For the sake of convenience, after all, the scale of the entire arena is not large. If all 20 people ride on horses, they will not be able to perform at all. If you want to watch the horse-riding impact between the knights, only 2 people are required. the best choice.

"It's time to start." Baron Dylan looked smug.

Although these vassal knights look sloppy, it is indeed a bit of a skill to be valued by him and stay.

There are many monsters in the Sanwaya Mountains.

Even the lower gnoll tribes get restless from time to time.

We usually rely on these knights to lead the team to deal with it. If he didn't have any skills, he would have already died in the Sangwaya Mountains. If he wants to live until now, his strength must not be underestimated.

Kant was silent.

He also has some doubts about his 10 Salander riders.

They are all level 4 units after all.

If the 5th-level Mamluks are here, it is estimated that they can still have a fight. After all, these 5th-level arms are the strongest forces that Kant can currently possess. Compared with the 4th-level arms, they are qualitatively improved!

"You don't seem to have confidence in your guards?"

Baron Dylan smiled reassuringly: "Don't worry, it's just a game."

"Of course." Kant smiled and shook his head.

Just below, as the two sides are ready, the servant in charge of shouting also repeats the rules.

Then raised the flag in his hand and waved it down heavily.

"Go!"

The competition is officially announced.

And the people who were still lively looked at the two teams in the arena very intently.

Even the newcomers who have retired are watching solemnly.

This is a competition between real knights. As long as you learn a few useful skills during the observation, it will be a great help for them in the future, and it will be more conducive to their development!

But the expected collision did not come.

The 10 Salander riders, shoulder to shoulder with each other, holding shields in the left and spears in the right, marched in careful formation, but not very fast.

Like the most common formation for pikemen.

This made those vassal knights who spread out and rushed forward a few steps, and had no concept of formation at all, were a little stunned. In their impression, such a competitive conference, even on a real battlefield, except for infantry. Outside the formation, these knights often charged forward with their troops to show their bravery. At the same time, they also used their powerful combat skills to lead the troops to tear open a hole in the enemy's formation as the final breakthrough.

But in foot combat, rushing up in a mess is not so heroic.

Especially when the other party is in a tight shell.

They rushed up, perhaps a little less optimistic.

"Hey, are you violating the rules? Why are you all gathering together? Come out and let us duel! Aren't you cowards? Such cowardice will make people look down upon them!"

The vassal knights irritated the Sarandian riders with sarcasm.

But the 10 Salander riders stood still.

Still moving forward slowly, holding 10 2-meter-long wooden spears in his hands, approaching the scattered vassal knights who are standing little by little, his indifferent face has no expression at all, as if he doesn't care about the ridicule at all the same sentence.

"Fight! Fight! Don't linger!"

Someone is shouting below.

But many of the inhabitants are shaking their fists wildly.

Obviously, moving forward slowly, testing each other, is not what they want to see at all.

Even on the city walls, many merchants and landlords frowned.

Even Baron Dylan smiled and said to Kant: "Little Kant, it seems that your soldiers are very cautious."

"I don't know much either."

Kant's timely display of his ignorance.

But he still smiled and said, "But when they kill the gnolls, they are very powerful. Basically, 10 people on horses can chase hundreds of gnolls, and they can still win."

"Hmm." Baron Dylan nodded without saying much.

In his opinion, his vassal knights can do the same, and it's not a big deal.

But right now.

The 10 Salander knights under the city wall seemed to have negotiated and sprinted forward, just a few steps away from a distance of nearly ten meters, while those vassal knights were still standing scattered, Holding a wooden sword and a wooden spear, they were completely unprepared, and could only retreat in astonishment.

The top of the wooden spear is not an iron spear tip, but also a spear tip made of wood, without a blade.

But there is still a little pain in the stab.

What's more, the attack of the Salander riders was unexpected, and they were not noticed by these vassal knights. They quickly retreated to the sides, but two or three people were still unable to dodge. .

"Losing?"

They didn't react and just stood there in the arena.

Even the people around were unresponsive.

Baron Dylan on the city wall still had a smile on his face, but the smile froze on his face as he watched the vassals who were completely broken down and were chased and beaten by these Sarandian riders in the arena. The knight's face suddenly turned red.

Kant didn't speak either, just looked down quietly.

Soon.

The scattered vassal knights were all declared defeated.

"Lord Kant's **** wins!"

The servants hesitated, looking at the vicious gazes of the vassal knights, but reluctantly said the result. After all, it was these vassal knights who were defeated, not the Sarandian knights.

"It's not fair!"

The vassal knights are a little irritated.

They all shouted: "How could it be possible to take over like this in the arena, obviously you should show your force!"

They are all saying similar things, looking up at the viewing platform.

"Yes, it's not fair!"

"Request a rematch! They can't do this!"

"We're going to watch great games, not boring stuff like this!"

"Cheat, it's cheating!"

And the audience consisting of the civilians below even protested one after another, saying that the Salander rider cheated, and there is no such competition in the arena. It should be like a real man, fighting alone!

Baron Dylan also turned his head slightly to look at Kant.

Hearing that the people were shouting for re-competition, his face recovered a little, and he said with a little teasing: "Little Kant, your guards seem to regard the arena as a battlefield."

"I don't know either." Kant still didn't know anything. He scratched his head and said, "Maybe they don't know."

"One-on-one, then." Baron Dylan made his decision with a smile.

And there is no intention of letting Kant choose.

The decision was made soon after, and the people below immediately cheered.

Those vassal knights are equally defiant.

It's just that the Sarandian riders are still expressionless, just like the Sarandian desert that will never change, no matter how the wind blows and the sand enters, they are all waiting here.

In the arena, two people reappeared instead.

Holding wooden shields and spears, with wooden swords in their arms, they are a Sarandian rider and a vassal knight.

"Hey, I'll press you under my ass!"

The vassal knight is provoking.

However, for the Salander rider, he didn't care at all. The vassal rider in front of him lowered his body slightly, blocking the wooden shield in front of him, and the wooden spear in his hand was like a poisonous snake hidden behind him.

The skills of the Sarandians are honed on the battlefield and at home.

They are the people of the desert.

If you don't want to eat ashes in the desert forever, then conquer or expel other races and get the resources of the oasis alone ~IndoMTL.com~ has long been wiped out in history, instead of ruling the Sarand desert like now, And then spread towards Calradia continent.

"Go!"

The servant's banner is waved immediately.

The people below are shouting and cheering for their vassal knights.

"Defeat the Outsiders!"

"Go on! Let him know the power of Stone Pass!"

"You are the strongest knight!"

The applause was ecstatic.

Let that vassal knight have a confident smile on his face.

This is the confidence that comes from killing powerful demonic creatures several times in the Sunwaya Mountains.

"Look at my spear!" He shouted, thrusting forward quickly, the spear in his hand as if he was about to stab out at any time and pierce the Sarandian rider.

But the Sarandian rider remained low.

Look at the spear that stabs at that speed.

The whole person turned his body directly, the shield in his left hand was raised diagonally, just in the direction where the spear was stabbed, and he lifted it straight up with that skill, and the spear held in his right hand was just flat on his waist. In between, it just happened to stab the vassal knight in the abdomen.

It's less than 10 seconds before and after.

The people who were still cheering and demanding that the rider of Salander be beaten were like ducks holding their throats.

One by one blushed, eyes widened and no sound.

And even the audience was suddenly silent.

It took a while.

"This...impossible!" A businessman finally spoke with a look of astonishment on his face.

He once remembered that the unbelievable vassal knight standing in the same place, he once easily dealt with a demonized creature, so he used the spear in his hand to take the demonized creature out of his mouth, It pierced through the spine all the time, stabbed out on the buttocks, and howled for a while before dying miserably!