Lord of the Oasis

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But this vassal knight known for his bravery was defeated in this way.

Looked blankly.

Looking at the wooden spear that was being pressed against the small abdomen, there was a stunned expression on his face.

He simply could not imagine that he had lost so easily.

The stunned people around him, and the silent observation platform on the city wall, made an unwilling emotion appear in his mind, and immediately turned into anger, howling and took a half step backward, reaching out and grabbing the wooden spear against his own. , Rushed forward fiercely, trying to smash the cold face with the shield in his hand.

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

But it wasn't victory that greeted him, but the rider of Sarande turned lightly, the unrelenting loose-handed wooden spear, pulled out the wooden sword around his waist, and struck his lower abdomen with the hilt.

This time, the rider of Salander showed no mercy.

It's like fighting melee.

Stable and ruthless.

"Boom." A slight voice appeared.

The hilt touched the unprotected belly of the vassal knight heavily.

The originally fierce vassal knight halted suddenly, his eyes glaring, his eyes dull, he couldn't help but snorted, and he curled up and slowly fell to the ground.

The rider of Salander slowly backed away.

Still silent.

Even the servant who announced the result shuddered his lips and did not react.

No one could think that the result was so simple.

Even the silent crowds on the viewing platform felt that their necks were a little stiff, let alone shouting, at this time they did not dare to turn their heads to look at Baron Dylan.

Two such consecutive failures in a row are undoubtedly a provocation to the baron behind him.

Baron Dylan's complexion is indeed a bit irony.

This is very shameful.

But he breathed a little, let his emotions recover as much as possible, barely smiled, and said to Kant beside him: "It's really a good guard, Xiao Kant, I really wonder how your guard might be so strong."

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

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

These 4th-level units of the Sarande rider would have defeated the vassal knight so simply.

But he still explained: "That's the strongest of my guards. It used to be able to resist a dozen jackals alone, and it's a strong guard."

"That's no wonder." Baron Dylan looked pretty.

The big merchants and big landlords around him nodded thoughtfully.

This is 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 Rock Pass will not be a joke?

"Give 5 big silver coins to the winner!" Baron Dylan instructed.

At the same time, he smiled and said to his housekeeper: "Give a big silver coin to the failed knight and tell him not to be discouraged, but this is the strongest among the guards. When he starts to be so light, he should lose."

"Observe." The butler immediately walked down the viewing platform.

"Just Baron Dylan."

And those businessmen and landlords, one after another, slapped their own baron.

Even the people underneath cheered again and continued to make the atmosphere lively. Obviously the same principle was accepted. After all, Baron Dylan was the supreme authority in his field. The explanation was completely correct and there was no need to doubt. .

Rewards will be granted soon.

But Kant shook his head at the manid next to him.

The two figured it out.

Manid immediately understood that he quickly walked down the viewing platform to the periphery of the arena under the city walls, and other waiting Sarand riders gently reminded him, and then returned.

Kant smiled when he saw Manid nod.

Just do it.

"Athletics meeting continues!" The butler's voice sounded again.

The rider of the Salander and the vassal knights fought together, but without the brevity and suddenness of the previous game. Instead, the riders of the Salander appeared to be a little clunky, one by one, marks and tracks of attack, Almost like the standard in the textbook.

Sometimes it is not suitable for real combat, even if it is a game similar to actual combat.

quickly.

These Sarande riders and vassal knights have won and lost.

But in the end more riders failed.

Let the vassals of the vassals look a lot better, and at the same time they secretly discussed it. They showed a bit of ridicule to these knightly servants.

"The attack is too rigid." Baron Dylan's face also recovered a smile.

"Yeah." Kant nodded.

Just in the arena, the last game is over.

The rider of Saranda used the most standard offensive method to avoid the flexible figure of the vassal knight, and then used a wooden sword to point on the back of the rider of Saranda to announce the victory of the game.

"Long live! You are the strongest!"

"The knight under Baron Dylan is the most powerful knight!"

The civilians are shouting and cheering for their vassal knights to win the game.

The atmosphere of the whole arena is extremely hot.

The same is true on the viewing platform, all praising the exquisite combat skills of the vassal knights, and at the same time secretly degrading the riders of the Sarande. The textbook-style attack posture is revealed in the language.

"Huha!"

In the end, the victorious vassal knight also issued a roar of victory, holding up the wooden shield and wooden sword to make a provocative action against the riders of Sarand.

But this provocation is still ignored.

Twenty Sarand riders turned around and left.

But in the eyes of those civilians and vassal knights, this is tantamount to fleeing.

Suddenly, a more ridiculous sound sounded.

"Little Kant, I hope you won't be angry." Baron Dylan turned his head, seemingly comforting Kant: "Sometimes victory cannot be limited to those inferior jackals, after all, only our human warriors can have all kinds of Superb skills and great strength."

"Perhaps." Kant shrugged a little.

But no one could see the hidden taunt in his eyes that bowed his head.

Yes, this is just a game.

However, how can the Saranda riders who have come out of the Saranda desert and experienced countless battles and have been given powerful combat skills by the system lose their victory easily?

If it weren't for him, he asked Manide to inform those Sarand riders.

It is estimated that these vassal knights have been beaten all over the ground to find their teeth, completely making Baron Dylan faceless!

This is for overall consideration.

Kant was unwilling to expose his strength so early.

It can show a little strength and let Baron Dylan know that he has hidden power to support it.

If now the sentry oasis is exposed.

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

The current harmony rests on the premise that benefits and Kant's strength are weak.

Once Baron Dylan discovered that Kant’s strength had taken root in the desert of Naaran and became a terrible devouring beast, it was absolutely impossible to let him sleep like this now, I am afraid he would not hesitate to collude with other lions in the country The stronger noble forces 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 seem to be embarrassed and unnatural after losing the game.

Baron Dylan also came over and patted Kant’s shoulder and said with a smile: "You have been thankful to have this group of guards, as long as you are a few more years old, you will be able to compete with my vassal knights. Don’t be discouraged, it’s no big deal.”

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

The atmosphere is harmonious.

The Baron Dylan was carrying a liqueur mixed with honey, and when he wanted to say something, he was in the tower next to the viewing platform. The chubby butler came quickly, with a little panic on his face.

"What's wrong." Baron Dylan frowned and asked.

The butler leaned over to Baron Dylan and said hurriedly: "I don't know what's going on. There is a vassal knight of Viscount Wayne coming, and he says he wants to participate in the competition!"

"Viscount Cavalry of Viscount Wayne?" Baron Dylan frowned.

His face was a little ugly, and he reprimanded to the housekeeper: "I can't remember, inviting Viscount Wayne's old-fashioned vassal knight to participate, what's going on."

"I volunteered to participate."

He was talking, a middle-aged man with a stern face came out in the tower next to it.

The surrounding landlords and business people were stunned.

And several vassal knights belonging to Baron Dylan~www.readwn.com~ looked solemn, glaring at the middle-aged man, and subconsciously clenched the wine glass in his hand, with no smile on his cold face.

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

Baron Dylan had a smile on his face.

But his smile was even more sneer and impatient: "I actually forgot to send you the invitation to the competition. It really made me a little apologetic. Presumably you are in a hurry and must not be prepared. It is better to wait for the next competition. I invite you to participate in advance?"

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

Baron Dylan shrugged: "Probably ten years later."

"Hahaha--"

Suddenly the tributary knights around laughed loudly. These knights belonging to Baron Dylan, of course, were quite unwilling to deal with the tributary knights from the Viscount Wayne.

This stems from the struggle between the two nobles.

But often, Dylan belongs to the Baron, which is lower than Wayne, the Viscount who governs the North County of the Principality.

They have always been bullied.

Now I can find an opportunity to mock the vassal knight of the Viscount Wayne, which is also a pleasant thing they like to see. Although they dare not directly express mocking, but timely laughter with the words of his Baron Dylan can also bring psychological Comfort.

"Well, that's a pity."

But Tracey was not angry, but said lightly: "10 years is long, long enough for some nobles to be seized from the knighthood, and become a poor civilian again." After a pause, he looked at Baron Dylan , The tone was plain: "Oh, maybe even the civilians are not as good as the dirty and stinky poor."

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