According to past practice, all spectators stood around randomly, but groups of senior commanders often got the best seats. However, the two sides of the competition often mixed together, but each shouted and seemed very harmonious. This time, the third group
The people of the fleet "Hatusa" stood between the two knights, completely separating the military elites of the two human races.
"Kalki, where is the person?" Deacon Dagu asked, "He was once the 'King of Cold Weapons' and never missed any competition. Why can't he be seen today?"
"Oh, his shoulder injury recurred this morning. He is being treated in the medical room now. Saxo will take care of him." Shankara said at the side.
Dagu showed an expression of disbelief.
On the other side, Lakshmana and Legere were whispering to each other, and then the leader showed a smile.
Everything was drowned in the hustle and bustle of the scene, especially when the Azure Dragon Knights lined up and walked out. They had always been particularly elegant, causing a sensation in the audience. These young Azure Dragon Knights were so heroic and heroic, not at all like those who had just traveled through the sea of time and space.
Same.
They wear green-blue "Sheva robes" and wear them in a "right-fold" style. They do not use "knight knots" but use classical Central Asian sword techniques. However, their all-black hair looks darker than hair.
The white tiger knights of different colors are more uniform; this is the peak showdown between the two human races at the two ends of the ancient Eurasian continent, with the most comparable strength and appearance. These knights, all under 25 years old, are all tall and handsome.
This made the female soldiers in the logistics and medical departments of the Third Fleet scream. They have their own independent observation areas in accordance with Yuanjiao teachings, and can see the highest level of classical martial arts duels. They all wear fleet uniforms and stand aside.
Shouting loudly, looking youthful and dazzling.
"Ah! It turns out that the Women's Army likes knights so much! They are usually very arrogant and arrogant towards us!"
"Isn't it? Nine times out of ten, I dream of marrying a knight."
Their enthusiasm caused a burst of ridicule from the "Hatusa" special forces, while the knights of the Knights laughed triumphantly. The army was full of young people, and there was naturally laughter and laughter. The lively scene was filled with overflowing hormones.
I saw two sides on both sides, and two young deacons from each side sent troops to form a formation. The rules were extremely simple, that is, if one side squeezed everyone on the other side across a bright line, it would win.
Everyone was excited looking at the scene about to start from a distance. The audience in the back row could look at several huge floating screens with high-definition magnification of the scene - Deacon Batak of the "Blue Dragon" faction looked particularly tall. He was shouting loudly.
To boost morale, the dark brown-haired Deacon Oswald was adjusting the square formation. How to arrange the formation of 800 young knights and retinues is indeed not an easy task. This is the first time in history that there are so many on both sides.
The knights participated in the fight.
That's right, the so-called classical martial arts competition is a real cold weapon fight.
The noise gradually became quiet, because everyone understood that the exciting moment would soon come.
At this time, a tall man wearing a dark black knight's robe walked down from a high place on the far side, pushing through the crowded crowd.
Almost no one noticed this, everyone was staring at the playing field or the floating screen.
The Green Dragon knights who were already standing in the fighting position uniformly made a concession gesture, while the White Tiger knights drew out their long swords and placed them on their foreheads to salute their opponents. The crystal of the combat sword did not have the phantom effect of the lotus halo, and the laser
The color of the resulting sword blade is very light white, indicating that the cutting power of this sword is extremely low.
At this time, almost the entire huge stadium was almost completely silent. Plato's soldiers showed the characteristics of concentration and unity of thought. This is the product of long-term belief in the only religion. Different from the almost chaotic diversity of the Gaians,
Plato's people are very homogeneous.
Just as everyone is waiting with bated breath for the two sides to attack and the fierce scene of the two powerful armies fighting at the center line, at that time, all Grendel's garrison will burst out with crazy screams that will make the entire arena tremble.
The Platonic people were contradictory. Under the religious teachings that required tranquility and peace, the Kshatriya class was full of bloodthirsty and murderous passions.
"Stop! I'm coming!"
A tall man in a black knight's robe jumped up lightly, jumped onto the table in the first row, and pulled off his hair rope, and his long flowing golden hair spread like mercury under the daylight.
Shoulders.
Everyone's attention was broken and turned to the intruder in the arena, and the whole place erupted in surprise and whispers.
"Kalki!"
"It's Kalki! Why is he here?!"
"It's Deacon Kalki!"
When Kalki rushed into the arena, both the Grand Captain Yinghu and Mursili could not hide their surprised expressions, while Shankara's eyes widened as if he had just woken up from a dream.
How is this possible??!! Kalki should be sleeping deeply in a sleep cocoon, just like sleeping in his mother's womb——
He heard a deep laugh not far away, resonating powerfully from the chest of a tall man. It was the typical laugh of the White Tiger Knight when he got carried away. Captain Lashman laughed out loud, and he was considerate.
Legere, the chief of staff, let out a low, flattering chuckle, and glanced at him from a distance with his snake-like eyes that alternated between blue and green.
Oops! Shankara's mind was roaring. How could he have expected that "the mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole follows behind"? He is so naive! He is no match for these old foxes——
Amidst the murmurs in the audience, Kalki jumped into the competition venue, and walked with firm and proud steps to the central venue where the two sides were preparing to fight.
"Kalki! Why did you break in here?" The young deacon Oswald was at a loss when faced with the sudden appearance of his old superior.
Deacon Batak from the opposite camp had a fierce look in his eyes and tense muscles all over his body. He was about to charge towards the White Tiger Knights and have a big fight. Unexpectedly, someone came in and disrupted everyone's position.
The giant Batak could only look left and right, but Plato relied on human consciousness, and no organizer or referee intervened in the situation.
"Kalki, why did you break into the competition arena? This is against the rules, do you know?"
Mursili, the commander-in-chief of the Third Fleet, finally spoke, with a hint of questioning.
"I came here today for a duel."
He stood proudly in the middle of the arena and spoke loudly and clearly.
Mursili frowned. The man's pale blue and ruthless eyes reminded him of the "Conqueror of Messier", but the youthful aura faded away, and the sharp chin was covered with brown-gold hair.
He has a thick beard and a head of shining blond hair that is no longer combed into a neat bun, but casually scattered on his shoulders, covering his Nordic-style cheeks, making him look even more gloomy.
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