September 30, 1444, Second Age.

Lassalle, who was wearing fine armor, held a lance and raised it high to the prince and his friends in the stands. As one of the best hussars in the second grade, his spear skills were also very good and he had won many battles.

Serve as a pioneer.

As long as he wins this game, he can advance to the top 8. Exciting music and cheers come in waves.

All the teachers and students of Homemon Watts slapped the guardrails and stomped their feet in the stands. They gathered in the arena and cheered hysterically for the knights who were about to take the stage. Today is the biennial Homewood Watts Championship. Everyone started from yesterday

We stopped studying at the beginning and stayed up all night competing, partying and playing games. After a whole day of preliminaries on the 29th, the Hometown Watts intramural competition and celebration reached its climax on September 30th.

The most exciting of these games arose in ancient times, and both nobles and commoners, extraordinary people and mortals were crazy about it. This is

Let’s compete in gun skills now!

The best knights and would-be knights of the four grades took turns to attack each other, stabbing with all their strength with hollow apple wood spears amidst screams and cheers. This year was particularly special. Prince Commodus, who had just graduated, participated in the final as the previous champion.

After a round of competition, he convinced the school to allow the trainee knights to compete.

Lassalle felt his strength surge.

Praise the prince! As long as they can play, how can those little knights who get their titles based on their surnames and blood be my opponents...

It seemed that nothing in the world could resist his lightning attack. He turned around and said to the silver-haired girl who was supervising next to the track:

"Culala, can you feel it? My lance will penetrate the sky, and I promise you that the laurel crown will be hung on the tip of my lance for you."

The bright and charming Kulala tilted her head towards him with crooked eyebrows: "Okay, okay, if you can win, um, no, if you can persist until the third round of this round, I will agree to date you."

Lassalle laughed and waved his fist excitedly: "I feel sorry for the poor guy who challenged me. The top 16 is his limit."

The loud bugle sounded, and the flags of different branches were fluttering in the stands. Lassalle felt that the God of Storm was watching him, and the strong wind indicated victory and honor.

"Who is it?" he shouted, "tell me the name of that poor fellow!"

Kurala flipped through the roster and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. Just as she was about to speak, the enthusiastic sound that enveloped the entire audience hid like a nightingale disturbed by a beast.

"LaSalle, I wish you good luck..."

Everyone looked at the exit on the other side of the arena. A heart-stopping sound echoed in the dark and deep passage, which was particularly breathtaking in the sudden silence.

"Hoo, ho"

This is a helmet and a prison. The gentle breathing gathers between the visor and the helmet into a heavy echo, like the roar of a giant beast stepping on the ground.

The sound of breathing seemed to be covered by a big hand in black armor, dripping with blood, passing through the cry of despair, crossing the void and strangling the throat.

"Hoo, ho"

The fearless Lasalle's dry throat squirmed, and doubts and confusion spread down his spine like melting ice water. He wanted to turn around and ask the linesman, but he couldn't even turn his head.

"Kulala, I compete with humans, right?"

The girl had already run away.

The knight from the darkness pulled the reins. He rode a majestic black horse, and the scarlet blood light flashed like a comet. He raised his lance high, kicked the horse's ribs, and each rider spurted out of the shadows.

"The competition begins!"

There's a storm above, what the hell is that!

Following the order, Lassalle subconsciously raised his gun and charged. The heavy hoofs of the horse struck the ground. In the blink of an eye, he crossed half the field, raised his lance before meeting the enemy, and then charged fiercely.

At this moment, he saw the enemy clearly. It was a rare dark golden helmet, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. Between the gaps in the visor, the blade-like gaze was like a red moon soaked in blood.

The coldness and fear seemed to have turned into a physical entity, and he raised his gun and struck Lasalle head-on.

"Bang!"

The lance shattered in the air, and the powerful impact bent the shield on Lasalle's left shoulder, and the impact on his helmet made a loud noise. Wooden splinters flew high in the sky, and fell down amidst shouts of exclamation.

"oh!"

A white light flashed in front of Lasalle, and he raised his head and lost consciousness. His body fell out of control, hung on the stirrups of the frightened horse, and dragged him all the way. Miss Feng Jun, who was cheering for him in the stands, fainted.

passed.

The knight of the dark horse turned back to the lounge. The sound of victory sounded behind him:

"Victor Griffith!"

…

The golden crown given by Brunave was taken away by Galadia in Arran. After testing and refining, the power in it was redistributed and adjusted. When it was returned to the hand again, it had become Griffith 19

A birthday present and a special sealed artifact, the command helmet.

This is a finely crafted helmet, solid and smooth, with exquisite craftsmanship and elf-style sophistication and elegance, showing a rare dark gold color. There is a shock-absorbing lining under the sturdy shell of the helmet, and there is a spike on the top.

, decorated with jet black feathers. The visor can be placed on the front of the helmet, and the brim is slightly outward. It protects the ears and back of the neck while preventing raindrops from flowing into the collar and providing shade.

The ear caps on both sides of the helmet are built with high-quality echo crystals, dust crystal grooves and psychic amplification magic pattern networks, which can provide more stable and clear communication capabilities on the battlefield.

After Griffith puts on the helmet, his face and eyes are shrouded in shadows, giving people an eerie feeling. At the same time, he will also be exposed to the residual properties of the golden crown that once affected the old leader of the Firestone Tribe.

As a sealed object, the Golden Crown has been destroyed, some of its useful properties have been purified, and some parts with strong negative effects have remained. Ms. Avina Silver personally presided over the transformation work and kneaded more rare materials into it.

Wearing this helmet can strengthen the holder's extraordinary characteristics in a targeted manner.

When he touched the helmet for the first time, Griffith gained some special occult knowledge. Dominance has the extraordinary characteristics of the path of monarchy, and its directivity strengthens the holder's unique abilities and will follow the holder's movements.

New abilities are derived from growth. Existing abilities include:

Features: Forced Confinement (exclusive to the Spellbreaker Path). The holder of the Spellbreaker Path disrupts or destroys nearby magical configurations, or traumatizes the mind, will, and spirit of the caster. The scope of action is significantly enhanced, and the affected spellcaster

You will be unable to cast spells for a longer period of time, and your magic configuration will be more fragile. With the enhancement of dominance, this special effect has a stronger priority and can counter the anti-magic ban measures of high-level extraordinary beings.

Characteristics: Fear (exclusive to the Spellbreaker path). Enemies attacked by the holder have a high probability of falling into short-term panic and suffering a certain degree of mental trauma. The cooling time between each effect is 48 hours.

Characteristics: Tactical control. Control can help the holder strengthen battlefield perception, form a small and medium-sized battlefield map projected on the consciousness, lock the most threatening units in a dense group of enemies in a short period of time, and even identify their extraordinary characteristics.

Negative effect: The helmet appears to be alive. It has been traumatized, hiding and licking its wounds like a wild animal.

…

Griffith took off his helmet, and the strange feeling and aura disappeared with him.

He had just dismounted, and a nimble figure flashed out from the stable:

"Miss Solan was so frightened that she fainted. This competition is too bloody!"

Griffith shook his head, still recalling the thrust just now, and after a while he said: "Huh? The lord of Lasalle? That little girl jumped the most when she saw Lana being beaten down."

There was another burst of cheers on the field, and the sound rushed into the lounge, buzzing in the ears.

"Look," Griffith gestured, "Melee-type Extraordinaries will not be killed so easily. Everyone really likes this game and wishes it could be more bloody and brutal."

Galadia looked at the broken short gun and the pieces of wood that fell on the saddle, helped Griffith loosen the belt, removed the breastplate, checked for cracks and cleaned up the pieces of wood stuck inside: "What can I do next?

Have you? You only practice jousting competitions a few times a year~ Some of their paladins practice when they have nothing to do. Prince Commodus has graduated and still comes to compete, he must be very cruel."

"I'm very strong," the would-be knight disagreed. "Look, even Lassalle is not my enemy. Hum, they hussars always think that we lancers are no big deal."

"Let's see if you can still say this when you are knocked to the ground later," the girl scolded him in a low voice. "I will wait for you on the sidelines. If you are injured, I can rescue you in time."

Griffith suddenly raised his head and fantasized: "That's not bad. If I am injured and hospitalized, I want to eat canned yellow peaches."

"Look at your potential!"

At this time, Nona ran in, glanced at the elf lady who was helping to drag the armor, and said quickly: "Griffith, the top eight are confirmed, let's take a look at the battle list!"

She handed over a form and ran out, leaving the quiet room to the two of them.

"Do you think everyone knows?" Galadia looked at the closed door, leaned close to his ear and asked softly.

I don’t know... Griffith thought for a while: "Should we make an announcement?"

"Ah, no, there will be a lot of diplomatic problems, right?" The girl thought for a moment, "There will be people prying on us wherever we go, and we wouldn't feel comfortable even going out for a meal."

That’s right!

After checking the armor, Griffith picked up the fine breastplate again, patted it, and felt more reassured. He nodded and prepared to leave the preparation room and head to the sidelines of the competition.

"Wait a minute!"

The girl hurriedly took his arm and walked to the door with him: "Don't hurt your face. I don't want to dance with anyone else at the dance."

"No problem!" Griffith responded, "And you can't hurt your hands, legs, waist, in short, you can't hurt anywhere."

"It's okay if you hurt your waist. It makes you less interested in looking at other girls."

"Is this relevant?"

"Why don't you try it later."

The girl walked him to the door, and the tsunami of joy in the arena was like a military drum urging the knights to take the stage.

Griffith's mood became more and more excited: "You go to the stage quickly, and I will bring it to you when I win the crown. The most beautiful person in Homewood, hmm."

Galadia shook her head gently, smiled and gently pushed Griffith who was about to go out, and closed the half-open door: "Happy birthday, Griffith, I hope you will be 0-

3 eliminated.”

"Hey, why, it's so embarrassing..."
To be continued...