Apparently Baron Dylan, for these Salander riders of Kant, there is some coveting.

Prohibited.

Although it seems easy, the vocabulary is simple.

But for these troops in the era of cold weapons, as long as they can do these four words, they can be called elite, because this represents discipline, and the discipline that will be strictly observed in military operations!

"They're all good." Kant's seemingly modest smile.

But this only deepened Baron Dylan's speculation that there was a force behind Kant's help.

If there is no force to help.

How could the 40 knight-level guards forbidden by this decree be exiled to such a baron who had lost the favor of his family and was exiled to survive in the barren desert?

Just go to any nobleman.

More to your heart!

"It really makes me salivate, what kind of power is the legacy left by Princess Sophia." This thought rose gently in Baron Dylan's heart, and he looked into Kant's eyes without leaving a trace, even more with fanaticism.

But in the arena at the base of the city walls.

Team 2 people are ready.

10 vassal knights on the left, and 10 Salander riders on the right.

None of them rode horses.

On the contrary, they are all on foot, for the sake of convenience, after all, the scale of the entire arena is not large, if all 20 people are on horseback, they can't be used at all, and if you want to watch the impact of horseback between knights, 2 people are the best choice.

"It's about to begin." Baron Dylan had smugness in his eyes.

Although these vassal knights seem to be scattered, they do have some ability to be valued and left by him.

There are a lot of monsters in the Sanwaya Mountains.

Even the low-level gnoll tribes will be restless from time to time.

On weekdays, they rely on these knights to lead the team to deal with it, if they don't have some skills, it is estimated that they would have died in the Sanwaya Mountains a long time ago, and if they want to live until now, their strength should definitely not be underestimated.

Kant was silent.

He was also a little suspicious of his 10 Salander riders.

After all, they are all level 4 troops.

If it is a level 5 Mamluk here, it is estimated that there will still be a fight, after all, these level 5 troops are the strongest strength that Kant can currently have, and it is a qualitative improvement compared to the level 4 troops!

"You don't seem to have faith in your guards?"

Baron Dylan smiled comfortingly: "Don't worry, it's just a game." ”

"Of course." Kant smiled and shook his head.

Right below, as both sides were ready, the servant in charge of shouting also repeated the rules.

Then he raised the flag in his hand and waved it downward.

"Let's go!"

The competition has officially begun.

And the people, who were still lively, also watched the two teams in the arena very attentively.

Even the newcomers who retreated were staring solemnly.

This is a real competition between knights, as long as they learn a few useful skills in the observation, it will be of great help to them in the future, and it will be more conducive to their development!

However, the expected collision did not come.

The 10 Salander riders stood side by side with each other, shields in their left hands and spears in their right, and marched in a careful formation, but not at a fast pace.

Just like the most common formation of pikemen.

In their impression, such a competitive conference, even if it is a real battlefield, in addition to the infantry will be in such a formation, these knights often lead the troops to charge in front to show their bravery, and at the same time use their powerful combat skills to lead the troops to tear open a hole in the enemy's formation, as the final breakthrough.

But in the foot battle, rushing forward in a chaotic manner is not so heroic.

Especially the other party is arranged into a tight turtle shell.

They rushed forward, perhaps a little bit of a little bit of optimism.

"Hey, you're breaking the rules, aren't you? How did they all come together? Come out and let's go head-to-head! You're not cowards, are you? Such cowardice will make people look down on you! ”

The vassal knights provoked the Salander riders with mocking tones.

But the 10 Salander riders stood still.

Still pushing forward slowly, 10 2-meter-long wooden spears in their hands, little by little, approaching the scattered vassal knights who were standing, there was no expression on their indifferent faces, as if they didn't care about the mocking words.

"Hit! Hit! Don't grind! ”

Someone was shouting from below.

But many of the residents are fanatically waving their fists.

Obviously, such a slow progress and testing each other is not the situation they want to see at all.

Even on the city wall, many merchants and landlords are frowning.

Even Baron Dylan smiled and said to Kant, "Xiaod, it seems that your soldiers are very cautious." ”

"I don't know much about it, either."

Kant showed his ignorance at the right time.

But he still smiled and said: "But when they kill the gnolls, they are very powerful, basically 10 people on horseback, they can chase hundreds of gnolls, and they can also win." ”

"Hmm." Baron Dylan nodded, not saying anything more.

In his opinion, his vassal knights can also do it, which is not a big deal.

But at this time.

The 10 Salander riders under the city walls rushed forward as if they had agreed, and arrived at a distance of nearly ten meters, while the vassal knights were still standing scattered, each holding a wooden sword and a wooden spear, not prepared at all, and could only retreat in shock, but could not dodge the 10 wooden spears that pierced straight at all.

The tip of the wooden spear is not an iron spear tip, but also a spear tip sharpened from wood, without a blade.

But there is still a little pain in the stabbing of people.

What's more, the attack of the Salander riders was unexpected, and they were not noticed by these vassal knights at all, and they hurriedly retreated to the sides, but there were still two or three people who could not dodge, and were poked in the back or stomach by the tip of the spear, announcing the end.

"Lost?"

They didn't react, they just stood in the arena dumbfounded.

Even the people around him didn't react.

Baron Dylan on the city wall still had a smile on his face, but this smile was also frozen on his face, and his face suddenly turned red when he looked at the vassal knights who were completely scattered and chased and beaten by these Salander riders in the arena.

Kant didn't speak, just looked down quietly.

Soon.

The vassal knights who were scattered were all declared defeated.

"Lord Kant's escort wins!"

The servants hesitated a little, looking at the vicious gaze of those vassal knights, but they still reluctantly said this result, after all, it was indeed these vassal knights who were defeated, not the Salander riders.

"It's not fair!"

The vassal knights were a little annoyed.

shouted one after another: "In the arena, how can it be like this, you should obviously show your strength!" ”

They were all saying something similar, looking up at the viewing platform.

"That's right, it's not fair!"

"Ask for a rematch! They can't do that! ”

"We're going to watch a good game, it's not something boring!"

"Cheating, this is cheating!"

And the audience composed of the civilians below even protested one after another, saying that the Salander rider cheated, and that there was no such competition in the arena, and that it should be like a real man, fighting alone against each other!

Baron Dylan also turned his head slightly to look at Kant.

Hearing that the people were shouting for a new competition, his face recovered a little, and he smiled a little: "Xiaodde, your guards seem to regard the arena as a battlefield. ”

"I don't know." Immanuel Kant still didn't know anything, and rubbed his head and said, "Maybe they don't know." ”

"Then one-on-one." Baron Dylan made his decision with a smile.

And there is no intention of letting Kant choose.

Soon the decision was made, and the people below immediately cheered.

The vassal knights were equally defiant.

It's just that the Salande riders are still expressionless, just like the Salander Desert that will never change, they are all waiting here for the wind to blow in the sand.

In the arena, there were 2 people who reappeared.

Armed with a wooden shield and spear, and with a wooden sword in his arms, he was a Salander rider and a vassal knight.

"Hey, I'm going to crush you under my ass!"

The vassal knight was defiant.

However, for the Salander rider, he didn't care at all, the vassal rider in front of him lowered his body slightly, blocking the wooden shield in front of him, and the wooden spear in his hand was like a poisonous snake hidden behind.

The skills of the Salanders have been honed on the battlefield and in their families.

They are a people in the desert.

If you don't want to eat ashes in the desert forever, then conquering or expelling other races and obtaining the resources of the oasis alone would have long been lost in history, instead of ruling the Salander Desert as it is now, and then spreading towards the continent of Calradia.

"Let's go!"

The servant's banner was waved at once.

The populace below were shouting for their vassal knights.

"Defeat the Outsiders!"

"Come on! Let him know how powerful the Solid Stone Pass is! ”

"You're the strongest knight!"

The cheers were overwhelming.

Let the vassal knight have a confident smile on his face.

This is due to the confidence of having slain powerful demonic creatures several times in the Sanwaya Mountains.

"Look at my spear!" He shouted, and stabbed forward quickly, the spear in his hand as if it were about to pierce the Salander rider at any moment.

But the Nasaland rider was still hunched down.

Look at the spear that stabbed at great speed.

The whole person turned his body directly, and the shield in his left hand was raised diagonally, just in the direction where the spear came from, and he lifted it directly upwards with that skill, and the spear held in his right hand was flat on his waist, but it just stabbed the vassal knight in the abdomen.

It's only 10 seconds.

The people who were still cheering and demanding the squandering of Salander's riders were like ducks holding their throats.

One by one, their faces turned red, their eyes widened and they were silent.

And even the viewing platform was suddenly silent.

After a while.

"It's... No way! Finally a merchant spoke, his face stunned.

He once remembered that the vassal knight who was standing in place, a little incredulous, had easily dealt with a demonized creature, so he used the spear in his hand to stab the demonized creature from the mouth to the backbone, stabbed it out in the buttocks, and howled for a while before dying miserably!