Chapter 180 Griffith, invincible!
The magic plants are being planted step by step.
But a qualified businessman will not put all his eggs in one basket, and a qualified lord will not have only one way to make money.
Everything Raven does in territory management is meaningful, such as the construction of Eagle Town.
Clean and spacious streets and well-designed buildings are not just for good looks.
For example, the arena built on the northwest outskirts of Eagle Town.
This is an oval building carefully designed by Raven to imitate the ancient Roman Colosseum. It is built entirely of bluestone and has huge windows that look like arches.
It is more than 160 meters in diameter, with an open-air roof design and a stand more than ten meters high on the periphery. The overall structure is similar to that of a gymnasium, with stone steps serving as stools, enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people watching at the same time.
In the center is an open space the size of a football field. There is no grass on the ground, but it is extremely strong and flat loess. On the southeast, northwest and four sides, there are four steel gates, leading to the arena. living area.
It has been a while since this arena was officially opened. Admission tickets are not expensive, only five copper coins. This money is basically used for venue maintenance and personnel wages. Raven does not plan to use the tickets. to make money.
The arena offers different events at different times.
Knight duels are open during the day, and real bloody gladiatorial battles are held at night.
It is now afternoon, the sun is scorching the ground, and the twisted air is rising.
There were about a thousand people sitting in the stands, most of them were nobles from the five northwest counties, and their entourages, retainers, and family members.
Even in such a hot weather, the nobles still maintained their due dignity. The women wore various sun hats, earrings and rings reflecting the strong light, as dazzling as stars.
The men are more old-fashioned. Even if there is greasy sweat on their foreheads, they have to straighten their backs. And the reflection on their bodies is no worse than that of the ladies, not only the rings on their hands, but also the ones embedded in their clothes. Gold threads, silver threads, and bright gems on the chest instead of medals.
In the center of the venue, there is a wooden railing that runs east-west and runs through the entire venue. It is about one meter high. There is also a wooden frame arranged in the corner, which is divided into four layers. At this time, there are three coats of arms hanging on it. above.
They are the battle ax coat of arms representing the Glory family, the trident coat of arms representing the Covoga family, and the eagle coat of arms representing the Griffith family.
The first two are hung on the bottom floor, and the last one is hung on the second floor from bottom to top, one step away from the top.
On the high platform on the south side of the arena, the host Engla shouted loudly: "Let us welcome the ringkeeper, the retainer of the Griffith family, Eric Dyson!!"
Due to the special structure of the venue, the sound from the high platform is enough to spread throughout the entire venue.
As military music played, the fence on the west side of the arena was raised, and Eric rode into the arena riding a claw yellow flying lightning. He was wearing thick silver plate armor, holding a buckler in his left hand, and a round shield in his right hand. It is a wooden cone-head lance with an extremely exaggerated shape.
The entire lance is more than three meters long, and the handle alone is more than half a meter long. The body of the gun is so big that it seems as if a tornado has been carved on it.
Engla continued to shout: "Next, let us welcome the challenger, the head of the Glory family, the lord of Teda, Baron Sereva Otta Glory!!"
< br>After saying this, after waiting for a while, Engla took a step back to make sure that the sound would not be transmitted, and then cursed in a low voice: "These damn nobles!"
"Oh? What happened?" Raven walked out from behind him.
Engla was startled: "Baron, I'm not talking about you! In fact, these people are really, really..."
"Too pretentious?" Raven walked past Beside him, he leaned against the wall and surveyed the grounds.
“You are so right!” Engla was a little dissatisfied: “I gave such an impassioned explanation, but they didn’t react at all, as if they were a group of dead people!”
Lei Wen chuckled: "Isn't that good? Save some energy. I'll have to rely on you to heat up the atmosphere at night."
Engla grinned, feeling very happy to receive Raven's approval.
Leaven ignored him and focused his gaze on the field.
At this time, Baron Savern had already rode out on a white horse.
Compared to Eric, his attire is much more exaggerated. He wears plate armor painted with gold paint, and the pauldron on his right shoulder is raised, as if he is carrying a mace on it. His helmet There is also a long red tassel floating on it.
The shield on the left hand is a wide shield, with a sea monster's head embossed on it, with a ferocious face and snake hair, which is lifelike.
The shape of the cone-head lance in his right hand is the same as the one in Eric's hand, but the color is richer, with black and gold mixed, and the handguard is made of pure gold.
Seeing this, Raven shook his head - this is the Keynes Empire now. Even knight duels, which were supposed to be a test of martial arts, have become no longer simple.
This exaggerated style of armor and lance will not kill the enemy on the battlefield, but will also make oneself a living target. Its only advantage is that it can attract the attention of noble chicks and highlight the so-called masculinity of knights. charm.
The preferences of nobles can always bring a lot of benefits.
Although there are only more than a thousand people sitting here, the total ticket price is only more than fifty silver coins.
But aristocrats are aristocrats after all, and they cannot just sit under the sun.
Now that you’ve come to Eagle Town, you have to taste the Angel’s Tears, right?
It has to be a special commemorative model for the Arena. It is a commemorative model. It is reasonable to sell a bottle of it for 8.88 gold coins, which originally costs 2.88 gold coins, not to mention free ice-cold service.
Just drinking will inevitably make your stomach empty, so you need to eat something. Of course, the delicacies that match this kind of wine will not be sold cheaply. A piece of bread costs eleven silver coins, and a piece of bacon costs sixty silver coins.
Every day, the meals consumed by these nobles alone can bring Raven a net profit of hundreds of gold coins. Although this amount is not available every day, knight duels are also affected by the seasons, but the steady flow, a There is still a net income of 1,600 to 700 gold coins per month.
When the arena first opened, Raven came here a few times, and then he was busy with other matters. After all, he was not a little girl, and watching two big men clashing with each other with guns was enough.
He came here today because he received a message.
Knight dueling is a sport with a long history. Almost all nobles will build a dueling venue in their territory, but no noble has ever built such a grand venue.
According to the rules of knightly duels, winning a duel is worth one point, and winning four times in a row means reaching the top. If a family reaches the top for ten consecutive days, it can hang its family coat of arms here forever. In the arena.
It is an honor.
According to the tacit understanding formed among the nobles for hundreds of years, no matter who the nobles who built the arena send, other families will tacitly arrange for the host family to be the first to hang the coat of arms on the venue.
According to Raven's expectation, this kind of activity can be dealt with casually.
But today, two unexpected guests came to the arena.
One of them is Baron Sereva who is present at the venue, the lord who once asked Raven and Knight Conchi for help.
The other one is Baron Wessassin, who once threatened Lady Doreen and was finally beaten by Eric.
Needless to say, the comer is not good.
"Avengers?" A narrow smile appeared on Raven's lips.
At this time, the warm-up was completed. Baron Sereva circled the arena, rode his horse to the auditorium, and asked his wife to tie a silk ribbon on the handle of his lance.
This is an ancient tradition. Before a man goes to war, his lover or wife cuts off a lock of hair and wraps it around his hand so that he can return in triumph. Later, it evolved into what it is today. Such a ceremony.
Baron Sereva is indeed confident.
He was born into a serious aristocrat and received standard aristocratic education since he was a child. Equestrian skills were one of them. As a second-level knight, his strength and agility were not inferior to Eric's.
According to the rules of knight duels, the use of fighting spirit and combat skills is not allowed.
Isn’t it easy to capture Eric, who started out as a big soldier?
Seleva saw Raven on the high platform and sneered. He tapped his eyebrows with his finger, then pointed at Raven. He put his thumb up, shook it again, and then put down his visor.
The knight under his command was humiliated in his own territory, but he, the lord, could not retaliate, and he was already angry. Today, he just took this opportunity to disgust Raven and interrupt his family's winning streak!
You can't allow others to win in your own gladiatorial arena, right?
Of course Raven understood what he was thinking. He pulled the corner of his mouth slightly and looked at Eric. The latter nodded to Raven and knocked heavily on his chest.
The so-called sedan chair is carried by everyone. Since others were helping the Griffith family to improve their record in the beginning, Raven of course asked Eric to hold back a little, so as not to make the loss too embarrassing.
Facing people with impure minds, Raven naturally wants Eric to use his full strength.
When the bell rang, Eric and Baron Sereva rode to both ends of the field and lined up on both sides of the fence. Then Ingra shouted: "Start!!!"
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As soon as he finished speaking, the military band in the corner beat intensive drumbeats.
The two men mobilized their horses at the same time.
Under the trampling of horse hooves, smoke and dust billowed, the two men leveled their lances and launched a face-to-face charge!
The 100-meter-long field allowed the war horses to gradually accelerate, and the sound of horse hoofs echoed clearly in the field. Everyone stared at the scene in the field and held their breath, for fear of disturbing the knights on the field!
The two horses are getting closer and closer!
The drumming stopped suddenly.
Seleva has watched several of Eric's fights. He knew that Eric would choose to raise his lance when the two were four meters apart, and he was ready to strike first.
He did indeed do it. He raised his spear at a position of five meters and aimed at Eric's shield. Only then did Eric start to move his arms.
However, what surprised Sereva was that Eric's movements were much faster than him, showing a speed and power that far exceeded the previous two duels. Before he could react, At that moment, the lance had already landed on his shield!
Bang——
The gun head shattered, and the special cavity structure caused the blow to emit a huge sound that could be heard throughout the arena.
At the moment of the impact, Sereva's vision went dark and he lost consciousness. A strong sense of weightlessness came. Amidst a low exclamation, the huge impact threw him away. He came out and fell to the ground with a thud.
Immediately, someone rushed to help him up, took off his helmet, and used a soft cloth and water to clean the blood on his head. At this time, Sereva barely regained consciousness, but felt weak all over, his arms were shaking violently, and he couldn't even say a complete sentence!
Seleva wanted to shout, because Eric did not defeat him with technology, his victory was entirely due to his excellent physical fitness, faster and stronger!
He is not convinced!
But a thought immediately rushed into his mind - Eric is so strong, has he reached the third level? ?
Engla's voice sounded: "Congratulations, Eric Dyson of the Griffith family won three consecutive victories!"
At the same time, the shelf with the coat of arms hung on it On the top, someone has already moved the Griffith family's coat of arms up one space. There is only one step left to complete the final climb to the top and hang their coat of arms in this arena forever.
“The next challenger is the head of the Kowoga family, the lord of the Koga territory, Baron Vesassin Ota Kowoga!!”
Amidst the sound of iron chains, the figure of Baron Wessassin appeared on the field. The moment he saw his figure, Raven's pupils suddenly tightened, he turned and left, and walked towards the player preparation area.
Because the attire worn by Wesaxin is not an exaggerated armor like Baron Sereva, but a capable full-body heavy armor, close-fitting design, simple and capable, except for the lance, which is within the regulations, the overall configuration It's like fighting in a battlefield.
The most important thing is that through the Eyes of Truth, Raven saw his true strength - the third level.
Although the energy may not be stable due to the promotion not long ago, it is indeed the third level of strength.
If it were a battlefield fight, Eric would not necessarily be incapable of fighting, but this was in a gladiatorial arena, and when both sides were of similar physical fitness, Eric's technical weaknesses would be be infinitely magnified.
Wessassin licked his lips. He had been waiting for this day for too long. When Eric launched a brazen attack in his castle, it brought him immense humiliation and at the same time made him deeply aware of the importance of strength. .
Feeling ashamed and angry, he desperately rushed to the third level after having stayed at the second level for a long time.
And I came here today to stop the Griffith family's winning streak at their home court.
Not only does he want to avenge Eric's arrow, he also wants to continue fighting. The first thing to be hung in this arena is the coat of arms belonging to his Kovoga family!
That will be a shadow that will never be erased by the Griffith family, a failure that will be passed down forever with this arena!
This feeling is as refreshing as exercising the right of first night to common people who can't stand it!
At this moment, Engla's voice sounded: "Eric Dyson applied to withdraw!"
"The person from the Griffith family to replace him is..."
Engla swallowed, then raised his head He raised his voice: "Baron Raven Otta Griffith!!"
As soon as this sentence came out, it immediately aroused discussion among the nobles present. They all knew that Raven was a mage. If you are not a knight, why are you in the arena now? ?
And they couldn't help but not believe the facts before them.
When the fence gate was raised, Raven, dressed in armor, rode out and passed by Eric.
Eric had surprise in his eyes: "Baron, you..."
"Leave it to me." Raven said with a smile.
Eric swallowed and nodded heavily.
Raven's long black hair was tied into a ponytail and flowed behind her shoulders, looking like a soft short cloak; her tall brow bones showed perseverance, and her dark eyes reflected the light of obsidian in the sun.
Already, some young noble girls began to scream, looking at Raven with extremely eager eyes, and even more people were surprised by Raven's boldness.
He holds a shield in his left hand and a standard wooden lance in his right hand. This is nothing surprising, but he is actually wearing a set of jet black leather armor!
Vissason looked at his brows twitching slightly, and his breathing began to become heavier.
You must know that although according to the rules of knight's duel, you can only score if you hit the opponent's shield, but armor is not optional.
Even in today's knightly duels, which are more entertainment and performance-oriented, it is not uncommon for people to suffer broken bones and injured internal organs.
People always miss. Even though the lance is made of wood, the huge impact is real. If it were to hit the body without the protection of armor, it would still make a bloody hole!
"Baron Raven, this is the arena for knights." Wessazin stared at Raven: "This is not a club for you to have fun."
"This is my place. The arena of the Riffis family." Raven stared into his eyes with a cold smile on his lips: "The last battle to the top should be carried out by me."
The gazes of the two of them. When they meet in mid-air, they are almost like sparks of lightning.
Walking to the middle of the field, the two of them bumped their lances politely, and then rode their horses back to the two ends of the field.
An irrepressible smile appeared at the corner of Vesazin's mouth.
Of course he knew that Raven must have something to rely on when he came to fight with him.
But so what? He is not Raven, who hangs the badge of a second-level magician on his chest and wants to let the whole world know.
Can Raven still know that he is already a third-level knight?
No matter what trump card Raven has, it will be in vain in the face of absolute power!
Although it is a pity that I cannot defeat Eric with my own hands, the pleasure of beating the owner directly over a dog is much stronger!
He was going to let the artist record this scene, recording how he defeated Raven and trampled on the honor of the Griffith family under his feet!
Vessasin slowly turned the horse's head, put down his visor, and hid his smile that showed he was confident of winning.
“Get ready – start!!!”
Raven tightened the reins, spurred the horse, and galloped along the railing.
This was Raven's first appearance in the arena, but he didn't feel nervous in his heart. In comparison, the war on the Bloody Highlands was far more cruel than here.
His mentality began to become more focused, and the noise in the stands gradually disappeared, leaving only the sound of wind in his ears. As his concentration increased, even the sound of wind disappeared at this moment.
Lei Wen is not sure of victory.
That’s why he has to take action personally. Whether he wins or loses, he has to decide with his own hands!
The speed of the war horse became faster and faster, and smoke and dust rose up, instantly blocking the field of vision between the two people. Raven's eyes narrowed slightly, covering up the silver light flowing out of his pupils, and the Eye of Truth was activated with full force!
At this moment, the flow of time quietly slowed down. In Raven's eyes, there were no secrets in Vesassin's body. The direction of his muscle movements, the direction of the flow of fighting energy, and the details of the operation of his joints were all revealed. See clearly.
The fighter plane has arrived.
Both sides raised their lances almost at the same time, and there was almost no difference in the trajectory of their operations.
This made Wessazin so sad that he wanted to vomit blood. Raven's movements were almost the same as his, which meant that when he hit Raven, Raven would also hit him!
A tie, this outcome was unacceptable to Wessassin.
Then, his movements changed. He no longer aimed at Raven's shield, and the lance locked onto Raven's horse.
Under such a speed and momentum, Raven is a weak mage and only wears leather armor. Once he falls off the horse, he will definitely die or be disabled!
This is indeed a violation, but there are always accidents in the arena.
Griffith relies on Raven alone to support him. He has no heirs yet. Once he falls, who will speak justice for him?
Nobles are very realistic!
At the same time, Eric, who returned to the spectator seats, also saw Wesasin's intention. He stood up, his body full of fighting spirit, and wanted to rush down immediately. He was already cursing, and F opened his mouth. Words gushed out from his mouth.
But it’s too late!
The lance in Raven's hand is still one meter away from Wesasin's shield, and Wesasin's lance is already close to the forehead of Raven's mount!
At this critical moment, there was no despair in Lei Wen's eyes.
With his legs clamped, the war horse running at full speed under his crotch tilted its head slightly, but did not completely avoid it. The lance grazed the horse's eye, causing a fountain of blood!
The huge pain caused the war horse to kneel down with both front hooves, and the lance in Raven's hand was handed out at this moment and slammed into Wessazin's throat!
Bang——
The head of the gun exploded, and the armor on Wesasin's throat cracked and deformed, and then cut into his skin severely. The whole person left the horse's back and turned upside down in the air. At 180 degrees, it hit the ground with a snap!
At this moment, Raven also kicked his legs and jumped up from the war horse. When the war horse fell to the ground and drew a bloody mark, he stood firmly on the ground!
The scene was silent.
After Eric breathed heavily, he shouted excitedly: "Baron Raven, long live!!!"
At this time, Engla finally reacted:
< br>"Winner! The Griffith Family, Baron Raven Ota Griffith!!"
"The Griffith Family, reach the top here!!!"
The coat of arms on the shelf was lifted to the top floor. At the same time, the retainers of the Kovoga family rushed up and took off Vesassin's severely deformed armor. His entire face and half of it were removed. His chest was covered in thick blood.
Vessasin's throat bone has been shattered, and being able to save his spine is already a strong body.
The broken armor cut into his throat and opened a V-shaped bloody wound. Although it was not fatal, he was unable to speak.
He pointed at Raven, his fingertips trembling, his eyes full of unwillingness and anger.
Obviously he came to interrupt the Griffith family’s winning streak, but now, he has become a stepping stone!
Raven didn't look at him.
The defeated general is not worth a damn.
He raised the broken lance high, looked around the audience, took a deep breath, and shouted wildly:
"Griffith, invincible!"
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(End of this chapter)