At the end of winter and early spring, the camp outside the city of Erlengrad was bustling with people. In their spare time, the Northern Alliance troops would never stay in their tents and wait for the passage of time. They walked out of their tents in twos and threes and went to the school grounds.
They participate in competitive sports. For people in the north, they don’t have so many taboos. Culturally, they are in the transition area between Kislev and Norsk. Therefore, there are not so many rules when competing, and they are not like the empire or
In Bretonnia, there are a series of complicated rules such as saluting first before striking, weapons not being sharpened, etc. In the eyes of the people of the North, as long as the opponent is not killed, it is not a big problem.
Of course, at such a moment, Rhode's group of "barbarians" are indispensable. They have become famous in the previous camp defense battle, but more people have not seen their skills, so they challenge North
Card players became the main content of the competitive competition that day.
"You should stop such activities! A military camp is not an arena, and such violent activities cannot occur!"
Fratania stood on the sidelines, admonishing the Legion's commander-in-chief Cohen with a dissatisfied expression. You can see the depressed expression on the Grand Duke's face...
"Do you think I want to hold such an event? The situation in the north is different from that in the south of Kislev. The people here do not have so many constraints. To put it bluntly, their culture is different from that in the south of Kislev. I cannot deprive them of it.
The power of entertainment, the cultural difference between the north and the south is not caused by a day or two, what can I do? Stopping them will only make them dissatisfied with me, Fratania, you should know that they listen to me, not just
It’s because of the Queen’s order…”
Cohen said with a straight face, even though the two noble young men in front of him also had angry faces.
"Your Majesty the Grand Duke, it seems that you have also divided Kislev into two factions, the north and the south?"
Fratania returned coldly. Anyone with a discerning eye can hear the charm.
Cohen stopped talking, just turned his face away and immersed himself in doing his own thing.
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In the school grounds, temporary arena.
Two northern soldiers wearing leather armor were sweating and fighting in the temporary arena. The sound of weapons hitting was dull and deafening. Every hit of weapons was accompanied by the call of the audience on the sidelines. In this festival that is not a festival,
All the enthusiasm of the soldiers was vented through these activities.
"The lanky guy or the fat guy, who do you think will win?"
Alves sat down next to Rhodes with a wine bottle in hand. Obviously, he was not used to such competitive activities. Iron Ring City has had such activities for many years. As the manager of that castle, he not only
Are they spectators or organizers of competitive events?
"Do you want to make a bet with me?"
Rhodes said with a smile.
"Oh, why not? Watching competitive games and doing a little gambling is the most enjoyable thing."
The little dwarf came back and took out a bunch of silver coins from his pocket.
"How about it? Is this enough gambling money?"
Alves raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.
"almost."
"Then who do you bet on who will win?"
"I bet my people will win."
Rhodes said, casually taking Alves' wine bottle and taking a few sips.
After living in this icy and snowy place for more than a year, Rhodes has long been drinking wine as a drink. It can not only liven up the atmosphere, but also keep the body warm...
"Of course, any fool knows that your Norscan raiders are elite warriors."
Alvis turned his face away with a look of disdain. Although he had never seen these barbarians on the battlefield, he was still very clear about the situation in Blackhammer Castle. Humans who can single-handedly challenge beastmen are not ordinary people...
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"Then how to bet? Since you also bet that my people will win..."
Rhodes said with a smile.
"How about this, you let your people fight one against two, or one against three, so that it will be interesting?"
Alves said cleverly. With his fluffy hair and funny expression, he looked like a living treasure.
"No problem, one versus three, I still bet on my own people to win."
Rhodes narrowed his eyes and said.
The next second, Alves sat up directly from the stands and shouted -
"One versus three, the Norse warriors need a stronger opponent. This is Lord Rhodes's order."
The Norscan axemen on the field immediately turned to look at their lord, but Rhodes just shrugged, expressing his acquiescence...
The little dwarf clapped his hands and sat down happily to watch this interesting game.
Soon, three warriors from other lords walked out from the crowd. One of the warriors looked like a Ugor cavalry (1), but Rhodes showed no reaction. He knew that his men
Combat strength, even if one versus three, is not a big problem. But soon, the pushy Norse captain Celta stood up. He strode to the center of the school field and replaced his soldiers. He wanted to personally
Meet these three challengers.
A confident smile appeared on Rhode's lips, while Alves curled his lips with a look of displeasure on his face. He knew that the captain was going into battle and had nothing to do. On the other hand, the dwarf Bogur on the side was happily tapping the wine barrel, "
Kill them, Celta! Kill them!" he shouted.
Soon, amidst the loud cheers of the crowd, three northern warriors on the edge of the field launched a fierce attack on the Norscan Celta. The Ugor cavalry roared, and the training sword whizzed down.
, Celta raised the round shield, roared similarly, and rushed towards the direction of the Ugor cavalry.
At the moment when the other two challengers were about to hit Celta, Captain Nosca made a fierce save. While dodging the attack, he knocked the Ugor cavalry in front of him to the ground with one move. Or rather, this
It was not a move at all, but a pure contest of strength. Obviously, the well-equipped Ugor cavalry was no match for the battle-hardened Captain Norska.
After a dull crash, the arrogant Ugor cavalry was knocked to the ground by Celta, with a nosebleed on his face. Celta hit the opponent's face with his fist before he could get up, and struck a blow.
The fight was settled with a fist. The other two challengers soon pounced again. Celta showed no mercy and raised his shield, blocking the long sword swings of the two men at the same time.
The unedged long sword struck the shield with a dull sound, and the spectators on the sidelines let out fanatical shouts. The shouts began as a one-sided encouragement for the challenger and gradually turned into encouragement for Captain Norska.
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Just after blocking this ferocious blow, the Norscan Raiders captain Celta clenched his shield, jumped up high, and roared towards the challenger on the left. Keith from Snow Rock Castle
The Rif soldier also raised his shield to fight back. But in front of the Norscans in the air, his defense seemed so weak. After a loud banging sound, the weapon in the Snow Rock Castle soldier's hand was knocked away, and he collapsed on the ground.
On the ground, even though the tomahawk in his hand was not sharpened, Celta still left a clear wound on the opponent's face...
"Roar……"
The cheers of the spectators on the sidelines became even louder. The discrimination and contempt were all forgotten at this moment. Almost everyone started shouting to encourage the Norscans. This scene reminded Rhodes of the orderly competition in the Iron Ring City.
The field, at that time, was also bustling with people. However, at that time, I was the one who appeared, but now, it is my own subordinates who appear.
However, the effect is still the same. Worship of warriors is worship of warrior leaders. Rhodes knew that his prestige was building up little by little.
Soon, there was only one challenger left on the field. This poor challenger came from Kislev and was a soldier brought by Cohen. It can be said that he was not from the North, so this
For a moment, almost everyone was cheering for Celta.
Taking advantage of everyone's high spirits, Celta roared angrily and took the initiative to attack. It dropped its shield and attacked flexibly. When the opponent's weapon came at them, it jumped forward. Its strong body rolled in a circle on the snow, and it was close in an instant.
The opponent, before the Kislev challenger could withdraw his weapon, hit his opponent on the back of the head with the end of the ax handle.
Even with the helmet on, the soldier was still knocked dizzy and fell to the ground. Before he could get up, a huge ax appeared in front of him. Selta was panting and pressed the ax in his hand against his throat.
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Click until then... Unedged weapons will not actually be used.
"If I were holding a real ax now, you'd be dead, brother."
Celta smiled, and then stretched out his hand to signal the soldiers to stand up. They were comrades in arms, and it was impossible to really hurt people because of a competitive match. Their opponents were the rebels of Erengrad, and those lurking in the darkness.
Vampire. This is just warm-up and entertainment.
The soldiers on the sidelines shouted enthusiastically.
"Old friend, your money belongs to me."
Outside the venue, Rhodes smiled and took the money bag prepared by Alves. It contained twenty imperial silver shillings, which was just enough for the two of them to find a high-end military prostitute and have fun.
Alves was keeping a straight face, but Rhodes said generously——
"Let's go with you to the red tent to have some fun."
Just as he was about to leave, he found Caroline not far away looking at him angrily. Rhodes couldn't help but stop walking. He handed the money bag back to Alves, "Forget it, you go alone, I'll pay you back."
There's something else..." Rhode said, never taking his eyes away from Caroline.
The smart Alves discovered it immediately. He just looked at Rhodes with a smile and remained calm.
"Go on, don't make your little princess angry. You need to explain this matter to her. I'll keep your money for you first."
The little dwarf smiled evilly and patted Rhodes' butt from behind. Then he took the wine and walked towards the big red tent...