Around him, there were several knights leaning on the wall or sitting on the stone piers, all watching the competition.
The result of this competition is related to how they get along with Raven in the future and how they divide their interests.
After all, this is just a viscount territory, and the lord's development of the territory is far from reaching its limit. They need some suitable comrades to jointly develop this territory.
"What do you think of him?"
Several knights talked and judged Raven's fighting ability.
"It should be good. If he is a knight, he is a bit old. If he is a great knight, he is still young."
Raven's face is middle-aged, in his thirties, and he looks weathered.
For knights, peak combat effectiveness is before the age of forty.
For a great knight, fighting spirit can maintain the peak combat power before the age of sixty. Even when he gets older, he can still use fighting spirit to perform at least three-fifths of what he was at his peak.
If you are a knight commander, you can refine your life energy and master the method of returning it, and you can maintain peak combat power even until the day you die.
The so-called peak combat power is when the human body is at its peak. If you want to break into the next level, you have to break through while you are still young and at your peak.
It’s not that there are no examples of being able to become a great knight or even a knight commander even in old age, but once one falls from the peak, the hidden wounds in the body will burst out in a short time and kill people.
For knights, especially wandering knights, hidden injuries on the body are like bombs hidden in the body, the kind that can kill you if you fall.
No matter what the knights in the audience guessed, the two knights on the stage slowly began to spin in a circle.
Knights have great fighting skills, and more skills and tactics are applied on horseback. However, as a knight, you should be able to charge on horseback, fight on the ground, and swim in the water, which is equivalent to the special forces of the Middle Ages.
With the thickest armor, he has the strongest body, the most newly awakened will, the strongest momentum, and the most majestic charge.
On the ground, he can beat warriors, he can shoot with bows and arrows as well as archers, he can outrun infantry, and his endurance can match that of hyenas. This is what a knight is.
"ha--"
The two people stopped, then ran forward, and their four palms slapped together, making a crisp sound.
Bach held the palm of his hand, pinched his fingers with his fingers, and the two began to wrestle, arms and shoulders, waist and vertebrae, hips and hips, legs and feet.
The two knights' whole bodies were tense. From time to time, they would exert force to one side and then redirect their strength to the other side, destroying each other's center of gravity in this sudden way.
Bang--
The two people's heads hit each other, making a dull sound, like two old pumpkins hitting each other.
"ah……"
The bald knight grinned and his muscles were tense. His physical fitness was beyond that of ordinary people. He could overturn a tall horse that was a neck taller than him. He could also lift a two hundred kilogram stone for fun, and he could also lift an ordinary person up.
Throw it out like a doll.
But now, he couldn't lift Raven's body. The knight seemed to have roots under his feet and was rooted to the ground. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.
Raven also looked like he was struggling. His hands were trembling slightly, at the same level as his shoulders, as he kept wrestling with the bald knight.
One breath, ten breaths, and twenty breaths passed. The bald knight's breathing became slightly confused. Raven's eyes moved. As an explosive type of soldier, he could no longer hold on.
After three more breaths, the bald knight's breathing had obviously affected the functioning of his body.
"Drink——"
Raven let out a soft roar and exerted a sudden force on his feet. The threads of the boots under his feet suddenly collapsed, and several toes that were gripping the soles of the shoes were exposed one by one.
He stumbled, took two steps back, and breathed, "You win."
The bald knight took a long breath, inhaled deeply, and looked at Raven with a much closer look, "Knight Raven, you are amazing."
He gave a thumbs up to Raven. In the eyes of the knights, the five fingers of each hand have their own role. The thumb exerts the greatest force, which indicates the strongest, and the little finger exerts the least force, which indicates the power.
The weakest.
When you give a thumbs up to others, you are praising and acknowledging the strength of others. On the contrary, when you raise your little finger, you are despising and scorning the weakness of the other person.
"This time I took advantage of the equipment, so whoever took out my new boots and gave them to Knight Raven."
With a wave of his hand, the bald knight proudly gave Raven a pair of new leather boots, which not only showed his magnanimity, but also showed his encouragement to the losers as a winner.
Raven smiled slightly. The shattered shoes were intentional, and the current scene was also the result of his guidance. "Thank you, Knight Scott, I need this exactly."
In the eyes of other knights, they naturally knew that he did not try his best and would not despise him.
In the eyes of Knight Scott, he claimed to be the first knight under the Grand Knight. Although he narrowly won, at least he did not lose and his face was still there.
Raven's goal was achieved. He showed his strength without offending anyone, and unexpectedly received a new pair of boots.
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Not surprisingly, the news of this competition brought Raven a lot of help, and the knights became much closer to him.
In the restaurant on the second floor, Raven sat in the second seat at the end, eating a stewed meat stew, which included shredded pork, mushy potatoes, and green vegetable leaves.
The food was filled to the brim in a large metal basin, so you could eat a lot. The basin was as big as half a washbasin, and it looked really impressive.
The lord didn't speak, and the knights naturally didn't speak either. Instead, they made happy eating sounds and the clinking of tableware.
Raven also ate very well. Although it was not as delicious as his own cooking, it did not prevent him from getting together with the knights and doing what he should do as a wandering knight.
After eating, he walked towards the next room. It was time for him to change his armor.
The two attendants put on the leather armor early and were waiting in the room. His dull-colored armor was clean and waiting for the master to put it on.
Placed next to it, there is a pair of brand new leather boots, which are thick and sturdy, which is enough.
Raven stretched out his hand, like a cross, and let the attendants work up and down to put on his armor.
"Your armor is too heavy. I'm afraid even an ordinary horse won't be able to run very long." Barton couldn't help but say, with deep envy in his eyes.
"It doesn't matter, my horse has the blood of a dragon." Raven said nonchalantly. He was obviously telling the truth, but it seemed like a joke to the attendant's ears.
In this era, when it comes to things like bloodline, nobles pay attention to the purer the better, while monsters pay attention to the more mixed the better.
He is not alone in boasting that his horse has the blood of a dragon, but many knights would use this method to flaunt their power and invincibility.