Unknown Knight

When the knight's attendant heard the word "accommodation", he couldn't help but look smug and said in a contemptuous voice:

"Make concessions? The dueling gloves have been thrown away and you're asking me to make concessions? Well, it's not impossible. As long as your master picks up the gloves from the mud with his mouth according to the custom and returns them to me personally, our master will cancel the duel."

After saying this, he turned around proudly and shrugged and smiled at his companions behind him, which caused a burst of laughter behind him.

At this moment, Axel had no idea about holding the gloves. Although he knew that holding the gloves in his mouth was an insult, at least he could save his life. He was very tempted and looked at the people around him with a questioning expression, meaning, "How about I put up with it?"

Just as he was about to take the first step towards humiliation, Bestul grabbed his shoulder and warned him with an angry and contemptuous look.

How could Bestur tolerate Aix suffering such a great humiliation? He also knew that Aix's memory had not yet recovered. In his eyes, Aix's actions were no different from those of a cowardly rat, with no heroic spirit at all.

Even if Aix was a coward, he was still someone he would defeat in the future. If his reputation was ruined, or he was killed instantly, then what was he doing here? Was he just looking at the scenery? Or was he treating himself like an idiot?

Bestur pulled Aix behind him, strode forward, and said in a deep voice:

"I, the eagle of the grassland, the natural enemy of the Humu sheep people, the protector of Adakrum, the bravest of the Khergit warriors, Bestur, come to fight.

My master is still injured and sick, and there is no honor in defeating him. You can defeat him as long as you defeat me. Earl Rogers, do you dare to come out and fight?"

Bestur's shouting caused the opposing knights to fall into a brief silence. No matter how famous Aix was, Rogers had seen him with his own eyes at a banquet hosted by King Harlaus.

In his opinion, Aix was nothing but a mercenary businessman who only knew how to flatter others. The so-called big name was probably just a packaging method commonly used by businessmen, and it was just a false reputation that was boasted out.

Although the Kugit man opposite was only about 1.7 meters tall, he had a strong body and was full of energy. It was hard to tell how strong he was. Count Rogers was a precious person, so he hesitated for a moment.

While they were silent and hesitant, Bestur jumped on his horse, drew his scimitar, held a leather shield in his hand, and drove his horse to the front of the formation.

Seeing Bestur's outfit in front of the battle line, Earl Rogerson felt relieved. He saw that his horse had no armor and no helmet, and his only weapons were a scimitar and bow and arrow, just like a light cavalry.

Looking at himself again, he was wearing red sleeveless plate armor, a huge horn-winged helmet on his head, iron arm armor on his hands, and steel plate boots on his feet. His entire body was armored and well protected, so there was almost no possibility that Bestur's scimitar could hurt him.

Not only that, even his horses were covered in knee-length chain mail, and he was equipped with a knight's submachine gun that was more than three meters long, a heavy half-handed sword that was comparable to a two-handed greatsword, and five sets of sharp javelins behind him, which could cover all lengths and distances.

These obvious advantages gave the battle-hardened Count Rogers full of confidence. He felt that he could defeat Bestur in one encounter.

Since Aix was doomed today, he didn't mind having some appetizers before dinner, so he rode forward and said:

"You bird on the grassland, since you are not afraid of death, come and accept your fate!"

As he said this, he pointed his spear and rushed forward on his horse.

When Bestur saw Count Rogers rushing towards him, he said nothing and rode his horse towards him.

However, when the two horses were more than 30 meters apart, Bestur suddenly led his horse to the left.

Although he missed the chance to shoot Bestur off his horse when the two horses passed each other, Rogers was not angry. He pulled the reins and followed Bestur.

As he chased, he threw away his spear and took out the javelin behind him. Just as he was gathering strength to throw it, Bestur suddenly turned around and shot an arrow.

The arrow came very suddenly. Count Rogers hurriedly raised the cavalry shield in his left hand to block it. With a "dong" sound, the arrow hit his raised shield. The impact of the arrow was not small, and Count Rogers' body shook. The javelin in his right hand that had not yet been released also lost its aim and flew past Bestur's right side.

Count Rogers had been training hard in javelin throwing, and the accumulated experience had made him very confident in this skill. This failure made him very angry. He immediately pulled out another javelin and threw it out with a shake of his hand.

The spear went straight to Bestur's back, but Bestur was not nailed to the ground. When the spear slipped out of his hand, Bestur dodged under the right side of the horse, hiding inside the horse, and the spear flew out from the left side of the horse's neck.

Without waiting for him to draw out another javelin, Bestur stood up and shot two arrows in succession. The two arrows hit the huge horse under Rogers without any careful aiming.

Count Rogers showed a scornful smile on his face. His horse was covered with vest and was not afraid of bows and arrows at all. But when he pulled out the third javelin, he found that the horse under him began to shake and groan in its nose.

It turned out that the two arrows of Bestur were different from ordinary ones. They were armor-piercing arrows with long conical heads. When these arrows shot at the target, the armor could block the arrowhead and the body outside the body, but the conical tip of the arrow could penetrate the armor and go deep into the flesh.

The two arrows are like two big nails nailed into the body. The arrow shafts shake up and down as the horse runs. Although the wound is not big, it is enough to make the horse's body shake and run unsteadily.

If the horse under Rogers had not been carefully selected and strictly trained, and had not formed a good understanding with Rogers, he would have been frightened and thrown down.

However, the instability of the horse's body also made Rogers' javelin lose its accuracy. It was difficult for him to form a unified movement with the horse under him, and it was difficult for him to maintain a straight line. He missed the target with two consecutive javelins.

Bestul was not idle at this time either. He shot five armor-piercing arrows in succession, three of which hit the horse under Rogers and two hit Rogers himself.

Although Rogers was covered almost entirely in plate armor, the armor-piercing arrows were specially made to penetrate armor, and the tip of the arrow still penetrated the flesh by nearly a centimeter. Rogers' face was shaking with pain and cold sweat broke out on his body.

Count Rogers, who was furious, gritted his teeth, pulled out the arrows from his body, pulled out the last javelin, and prepared to stand up and throw it out without the help of horsepower.

Just as his buttocks left the saddle, he heard a neighing from beneath him. The horse, which had been hit by five arrows, could no longer bear it. The trembling arrow tips kept pulling at its muscles, making every step forward unbearable, and it stumbled and fell down.

Count Rogers also flew off his horse and fell to the ground in a mess, dizzy and seeing stars.