Lord of the Oasis Chapter 175: .Incoming knights

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But the vassal knight, known for his prowess, was defeated.

He bowed his head blankly.

Looking at the wooden spear whose lower abdomen was being held up, there was a stunned expression on his face.

He never imagined that he would be defeated so easily.

The stunned people around, the silent viewing platform on the city wall made a feeling of unwillingness appear in his mind, which immediately turned into anger, howling and taking a half step back, reaching out and grabbing against him The wooden spear rushed forward fiercely, trying to smash the indifferent face with the shield in his hand.

"How could I possibly lose!" His eyes were filled with resentment.

But what greeted him was not victory, but the Sarand rider turned around lightly, let go of the wooden spear without any reluctance, pulled out the wooden sword from his waist, and hit his lower abdomen again with the hilt.

And this time, the Salander rider showed no mercy at all.

Like melee combat.

Sturdy, accurate.

"Bang." A faint sound appeared.

The hilt hits the vassal knight's unprotected abdomen hard.

The originally aggressive vassal knight suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, his eyes sluggish, he couldn't help but let out a groan, then curled up and slowly fell to the ground.

The Salander rider then slowly backed away.

Still silent.

Even as the servant who announced the result, his lips were trembling and he didn't react.

No one expected the result to be so straightforward.

Even the silent crowd on the viewing platform felt that their necks were a little stiff, let alone shouting, at this time they didn't even dare to turn their heads to look at Baron Dylan.

Two consecutive defeats like this are undoubtedly a challenge to the baron behind him.

Baron Dylan's face was indeed a little livid.

This is very embarrassing.

But he breathed a little, let his emotions recover as much as possible, smiled reluctantly, and said to Kant next to him: "What a good guard, little Kant, I really wonder how your guard can be so strong. "

"I...don't understand either." Kant looked puzzled.

He really didn't know, nor did he expect it.

These 4th-level Salander riders would actually defeat the vassal knights so easily.

However, he still explained: "That is the strongest among my guards. He used to be able to resist more than a dozen gnolls alone. He is a very powerful guard."

"That's no wonder." Baron Dylan looked much better.

The big businessmen and landowners around also nodded thoughtfully.

No wonder.

If it is not the strongest, it is impossible to defeat the equally powerful vassal knight so neatly, otherwise the knights of the entire Stone Pass will become a joke?

"Five large silver coins to the winner!" Baron Dylan ordered.

At the same time, he smiled and said to his butler: "Give the failed knight a big silver coin and tell him not to lose heart. This is the strongest among the guards. If he starts to underestimate the enemy, he should lose."

"As ordered." The butler immediately stepped down from the viewing platform.

"Justice Baron Dylan."

And those businessmen and landowners have teamed up to flatter their baron.

Even the people below cheered again and continued to make the atmosphere lively. Obviously, they also accepted this principle. After all, Baron Dylan is the supreme authority in his territory. The explanation he gave is completely correct. No need to doubt.

The reward goes on quickly.

However, Kant shook his head at Manid next to him.

The two of them figured it out.

Manid understood immediately, walked down the viewing platform quickly, went to the periphery of the arena under the city wall, reminded the other Salander riders gently, and then came back again.

Seeing Manid nodded, Kant smiled.

Just do it.

"The competition continues!" The butler's voice resounded.

The Sarandian riders and the vassal knights fought together, but they lost the crispness and abruptness of the previous game. Instead, the next Sarandian riders looked a bit cumbersome, stern, with traces of attack. and tracks, almost as standard as in textbooks.

Sometimes it's not suitable for real combat, even if it's an actual combat-like game.

Soon.

These Sarandian knights and vassal knights have winners and losers.

But in the end, there are more riders who fail.

It made the faces of the vassal knights look a lot better, and at the same time they all discussed it secretly, expressing a bit of ridicule at these knight servants who looked dull at first glance.

"The attack is too rigid." Baron Dylan's face returned to a smile.

"Yes." Kant nodded.

Right in the arena, the last game is over.

The Salander rider used the most standard attacking method to be avoided by the flexible figure of the vassal knight, and then used a wooden sword to point on the Salander rider's back to announce the victory of the game.

"Hooray! You are the strongest!"

"Baron Dylan's knights are the best knights!"

The commoners are shouting, cheering for their side's vassal knights to win the game.

The atmosphere throughout the arena is extremely hot.

This is still the case on the viewing platform, praising the superb combat skills of the vassal knights, and at the same time secretly belittling the Salander knights for their steadfastness, textbook-style attacking posture, and disdain in their language.

“Whoa!”

The last victorious vassal knight also issued a battle cry of victory, raising his wooden shield and wooden sword in a provocative manner to the Sarandian riders.

It's just that the provocation remains ignored.

The 20 Salander riders turned and left.

However, in the eyes of the commoners and vassal knights, this is tantamount to fleeing.

Suddenly, a more mocking voice sounded.

"Little Kant, I hope you won't be angry." Baron Dylan turned his head and seemed to comfort Kant: "Sometimes victory cannot be limited to those inferior gnolls, after all, only our human warriors can Possesses all kinds of superb skills and great strength."

"Perhaps." Kant shrugged somewhat disappointedly.

But no one could see the hidden sarcasm in his bowed eyes.

Yes, it's just a competition.

However, the Sarandian riders who fought in the Sarandian desert, experienced countless battles, and were endowed with powerful combat skills by the system, how could they easily lose their victory?

If it wasn't for him to have Manid inform those Salander riders.

It is estimated that these vassal knights have been beaten all over the place for a long time, completely disgracing Baron Dylan!

This is for the bigger picture.

Kant was reluctant to reveal his strength so early.

It would be nice to show a little strength and let Baron Dylan know that he has hidden forces behind him.

If the Sentinel Oasis is now exposed.

It is estimated that the consequence is that Baron Dylan will be afraid of him, and even have the possibility of directly turning his face.

The present harmony rests on the premise of interests and Kant's weaker power.

Once Baron Dylan finds out that Kant's strength has taken root in the desert of Naron and has become a terrifying beast of devouring, it is absolutely impossible for him to sleep as peacefully as he is now, and I am afraid he will collude with the lion without hesitation. Other stronger noble forces in the duchy united to devour Kant.

No one is a fool to become a noble, and no one wants to see other nobles become stronger than themselves!

So Kant just pursed his lips and smiled.

But others see it as embarrassing and unnatural after losing a game.

Baron Dylan came over for this, patted Kant on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "You are fortunate to have this group of guards, as long as you have a few more years, you will definitely be able to compete with mine. Don't be discouraged, these vassal knights, it's no big deal."

"Well, thanks for your arrangement, Uncle Dylan." Kant nodded with a smile.

The atmosphere is harmonious.

While Baron Dylan was holding a sweet wine mixed with honey and wanted to say something, just at the tower next to the viewing platform, the chubby butler came quickly, with a panic on his face.

"What's the matter." Baron Dylan asked with a frown.

The butler approached Baron Dylan and said hurriedly: "I don't know what's going on, but Viscount Wayne's vassal knights are coming, and they also said they want to participate in the competition!"

"Viscount Wayne's vassal knight?" Baron Dylan frowned.

He looked a little unsightly, and he reprimanded the housekeeper: "I don't remember, what happened to inviting the old vassal knight of Viscount Wayne to participate."

"I asked to participate."

While speaking, a middle-aged man with a stern face walked out of the tower next to him.

The surrounding landowners and businessmen were stunned.

The few vassal knights who belonged to Baron Dylan~IndoMTL.com~ looked solemn and stared at the middle-aged man, subconsciously clenching the wine glasses in their hands, with a cold face without any smile.

"Oh, Knight Tracy, it's a coincidence to see you here at this time."

Baron Dylan has a smile on his face.

But his smile was even more sneer and impatient: "I forgot to send you an invitation to the competition, I'm really apologetic, you must have come in a hurry, you must be unprepared, you might as well wait for the next competition. when I invite you to participate in advance?"

"Oh, thank you, Baron Dylan, I don't know when you will hold the next competition?" The middle-aged knight called Tracy also asked with a smile.

Baron Dylan shrugs: "Probably ten years from now."

“Hahaha—”

Suddenly, the vassal knights around burst into laughter. These knights belonging to Baron Dylan, of course, are quite incompatible with the vassal knights from Viscount Wayne.

This stems from a struggle between two nobles.

However, Dylan is often a baron, lower than Wayne, the viscount who rules the Duchy of Northshire.

They have been oppressed.

Now that they can find an opportunity to ridicule the vassal knight of Viscount Wayne, it is also a pleasant thing that they like to hear and hear. Although they dare not speak directly and ridicule, but in a timely manner with the words of Baron Dylan, they can also laugh at the same time. Bring psychological comfort.

"Well, that's a shame."

But Tracy did not get angry, but said indifferently: "10 years is a long time, long enough for some nobles to be deprived of their titles and become inferior commoners again." After a pause, he looked towards Baron Dylan said in a flat tone: "Oh, maybe not even the commoners, just like those dirty and smelly poor people."

PS: Next is the foreshadowing of extraordinary power...