Lord of the Oasis

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

Dumbly bowed his head.

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 him, and the silent viewing platform on the city wall made a feeling of unwillingness appear in his mind, which immediately turned into anger. , 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 salander rider turned around deftly, let go of the wooden spear without any hesitation, pulled out the wooden sword from his waist, and struck his lower abdomen again with the hilt.

But this time the Salander rider showed no mercy at all.

Just like melee combat.

Steady and ruthless.

"Bang." A faint voice appeared.

The hilt of the sword made heavy contact with the unprotected abdomen of the vassal knight.

The originally aggressive vassal knight suddenly stopped, his eyes stared out, his eyes were dull, 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 the servant who was announcing the results shivered and didn't react.

No one could have imagined that the result would 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.

Such a straightforward defeat twice in a row was undoubtedly a provocation to the baron behind him.

Baron Dylan's face was indeed a little blue.

This is very embarrassing.

But he took a breath, let his emotions recover as much as possible, forced a smile, and said to Kant next to him: "What a good guard, little Kant, I am really puzzled, how can your guard be so strong."

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

He really didn't know, and he didn't expect it either.

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

But he still explained: "That's 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's face became much better.

The big businessmen and big 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?

"Give the winner 5 large silver coins!" Baron Dylan ordered.

At the same time, he smiled and said to his butler, "Give the defeated knight a big silver coin and tell him not to lose heart. This is the strong guard among the guards. If you start to underestimate the enemy, you should lose."

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

"Justice Baron Dylan."

And those businessmen and landowners have been flattering their baron one after another.

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

Rewards are given quickly.

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

The two thought about it.

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

Seeing Manid nodded, Kant smiled.

Just do it.

"The competition will continue!" The butler's voice sounded again.

The Sarandian knights and the vassal knights who came into the field fought together,

However, it lost the crispness and suddenness of the previous game. On the contrary, the following Sarand riders looked a little cumbersome, and the marks and tracks of the attack were almost as standard as in the textbook.

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

soon.

These Sarandian knights and vassal knights have winners and losers.

But in the end, there are still 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 from the heart of these knight servants who looked dull at first glance.

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

"Yeah." 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.

"Long live! You are the strongest!"

"The knights under Baron Dylan are the most powerful knights!"

The commoners were shouting, cheering for their side's vassal knights winning the game.

The atmosphere of the entire arena was extremely hot.

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

"Huh!"

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

But the challenge was still ignored.

The 20 Salander riders turned and left.

But in the eyes of the commoners and the vassal knights, this is equivalent 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 have various Great skill and great strength."

"Perhaps." Kant shrugged somewhat disappointedly.

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

Yep, it's just a game.

But how could the Sarandian riders who came out of the Sarandian desert, who had gone through countless battles, and who had been endowed with powerful fighting skills by the system, could easily lose their victory?

Had it not been 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 unwilling to reveal his strength so early.

It's good to show a little strength and let Baron Dylan know that he has hidden forces behind him.

If now exposed sentry oasis.

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

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

Once Baron Dylan finds that Kant's strength has taken root in the desert and has become a terrifying devouring beast, it is absolutely impossible for him to sleep as peacefully as he is now. The stronger aristocratic forces united to devour Kant.

If you can become a noble, no one is a fool, and no one wants to see other nobles become stronger than yourself!

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 these vassal knights of mine. Don't be discouraged, it's no big deal."

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

The atmosphere is harmonious.

And when 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 over quickly, with a panic on his face.

"What's wrong?" Baron Dylan asked with a frown.

The butler approached Baron Dylan and said hurriedly, "I don't know what happened, but Viscount Wayne's vassal knights came outside, and they also said they want to participate in the competition!"

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

With a bad look on his face, he reprimanded the butler: "I don't remember, what happened to inviting the old vassal knight of Viscount Wayne to participate."

"I volunteered to participate."

As he was talking, a middle-aged man with a cold face walked out of the tower next to him.

The surrounding landlords and businessmen were stunned.

The few vassal knights who belonged to Baron Dylan stared at the middle-aged man with solemn expressions.

"Oh, Knight Tracy, it's such a coincidence to see you here at 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 an invitation to the competition, I really feel a little sorry, you must have come in a hurry, you must be unprepared, why don't you wait for the next competition, I invited you to join 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 shrugged: "Probably ten years later."

"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 stemmed from a struggle between two nobles.

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

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 they like to hear and hear. Although they do not dare to speak sarcasm directly, but in a timely manner with their own words of Baron Dylan, they can also make a psychological impact. comfort on.

"Well, that's a pity."

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 at 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...