Chapter 86 Schwab's Death

Just as lightning and thunderous moments, Schwab and all the audience saw an incredible scene. Sir Yakub kicked hard from the horse, and with the help of the stirrups, his body stood up from the war horse. When he stood up, the carriage in his hand was more than his opponent, and this short distance produced a decisive chance of winning.

Sir Yakub's carbine hit Gurgen's head with the front end. The carbine crown protector hit Gurgen's helmet's mask and then shattered. Gurgen's helmet was in the semicircular shape. If Sir Yakub hits other places, it would probably be slipped away, but Sir Yakub hit his mask very accurately, and this fierce blow knocked Sir Gurgen's mask deep into it.

"Okay." The audience only realized at this time. They immediately burst out with excited shouts and gave them warm applause to the Knights without hesitation. This amazing game made people feel that the tickets they bought with money were worth it.

"Oh~~~." Although Sir Yakub tried his best to hit Gurgen's vital point, the fierce Sir Gurgen did not fall from the horse as people predicted. His body leaned back under the impact of Sir Yakub, almost touching the horse's thighs on his back, and the shield in his hand slid weakly from his arm.

"Sir Yakub got three points." The messenger announced loudly, and immediately a servant inserted three small flags representing Yakub into the bulletin board.

"Oh, yes, yes~~~." After the two knights fought each other, they controlled their respective horses and walked slowly towards the opposite field. It would be better if Sir Yakub was not hit. He calmly turned his horse's head and stood at the starting line under the guidance of his servant. However, Sir Gurgen was not feeling well. He was like a drunkard, shaking with the help of the servant, he tried hard to pull out his deformed helmet. This funny scene caused a burst of laughter in the venue.

"Are you ready? Are you ready?" The messenger ran to both sides quickly and asked the two knights. Yakub's carbine was smashed, so his servant replaced a new carbine for him. Gurgen was slower, because without the protection of a helmet, he would probably be killed in the game. His servant immediately called a blacksmith. The blacksmith looked at Sir Gurgen's sunken helmet mask, shook his head and said to the Jazz that he could only change one mask again. This is the most important thing.

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"Take it~~~~." When the messenger's small square flag fell, the two knights rushed towards their opponents with all their might. The war horses under their crotch were gasping for breath. They seemed to be the only game that was of great significance to their masters.

"Look." All the audience stood up at the same time. They saw that at the moment when the knights met, their rifles hit their opponents. The pieces of the rifles scattered everywhere. Sir Yakub's chest was hit, but his breastplate perfectly protected his master, but the impact was very strong, causing Sir Yakub's body to shake violently.

Sir Yakub's horse gun hit Sir Gurgen on the left shoulder, so Sir Gurgen just slapped his body slightly, according to the rules of the game, Sir Gurgen scored two points, and Sir Yakub scored one point. Judging from the scores of both sides, Sir Yakub is currently the priority.

"It seems that Sir Gurgen is a little anxious." Baron Korro saw that Gurgen actually wanted to hit Sir Yakub's face, but the horse might have shaken too much. His hands sag slightly when they trembled. This little difference only hit Sir Yakub's chest.

"Sometimes it's not good to be too impatient." Schwab also saw that Sir Gurgen's technique was a bit eager for quick success, but hasteness was not enough. His two points were a bit risky.

"There is a last game. If Sir Yakub doesn't fall from the moment, he will win. No wonder Sir Gurgen is anxious." Sir York said with great experience.

"Let's watch it seriously, haha." Schwab took the wine glass handed over from the servant Rued's short hand, tasted the sweetness of the wine, and watched the wonderful game. At this time, the last game, which was also the climax, began. The two knights were full of energy. This time they took action without reservation. At the last moment of the confrontation, Sir Gurgen finally used all their strength to hang the long handle of the carriage on the hook on his waist, raised the front of the carriage, and hit Sir Yakub's face with the perfect impact of the war horse. The sound of the wooden instruments and the iron mask collided, and Sir Yakub's helmet also changed. Unfortunately, Sir Yakub not only hit Sir Gurgen's body, but also did not fall from the horse. Therefore, the final score was that Sir Yakub had a victory with a leading score.

"Oh~~~~." When the messenger announced Sir Yakub's victory, all the audiences in the surrounding venues cheered his name, and the nobles stood up to congratulate the hero who won the victory, which means that the knight from a foreign land has gained the recognition of both civilians and nobles here, and the next step is to accept people's blessings and rewards.

"It's amazing." Schwab also stood up and exclaimed to the hero. The knight with his helmet was coming down from the horse wearing his helmet and waved to the audience around him.

"Sir, we have prepared the prizes and can go up and give them." Old Lauke reported to Schwab, so Schwab, led by the dwarf Rud, came to the field. In front of him was Swordsman Gurgen, the knight who took off his helmet was very young, with bright brown eyes, and he shook his head full of sweat.

"Congratulations, young knight, although the final carriage competition is a pity, you have done your best." Schwab shook Sir Gurgen's hand and gave him a small swordsman sculpture made of silver. This statue is worth at least one hundred silver stores.

"Thank you, Lord Earl." Sir Gurgen lowered his head and thanked Schwab. To be honest, he felt that he was really unwilling to lose.

"What's wrong?" Schwab asked to look at the young knight who seemed to have no intention of leaving.

"Oh, I just want to say a few words to Sir Yakub." Sir Gurgen shrugged his shoulders and said lightly, because the shaking was so strong that his armor rustled.

"Haha, that's it." Schwab said with a smile at the competitive young man, and ignored him and let him stay aside and watch his opponent receive the prize.

"Thank you, Lord Earl." Gurgen said happily.

"You, the winner of our martial arts competition today, Sir Yakub, because of your skills and heroic performance, I, the ruler of Stockingshire, Schwab gave you this prize." Schwab picked up a statue of the golden knight and handed it to Sir Yakub. When Yakub reached out, Sir Gurgen took a step forward.

"Hey, a foreigner, I didn't know your name before, but is it too rude for you to wear a helmet like this?" said Sir Gurgen.

"Well, because my helmet was broken by you, so." Sir Yakub knocked his helmet with his hand. The sunken helmet made a metal sound, and his words were muffled in the helmet.

"Oh, forget it, the winner has this privilege worth forgiven." Schwab seemed familiar to the voice, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it, so he shook his head and prepared to complete the ceremony.

"Thank you, Count." Sir Yakub said thankful words, his hands seemed to take the prize, but he seemed to have accidentally fallen while stepping forward, and his body staggered.

"What's wrong with you?" Schwab hurriedly stepped forward to hold the armored knight. The knight's hand immediately grabbed Schwab's arm and pulled Schwab closer to him.

"What's going on?" The people around them didn't know what was going on, so they stepped forward one after another.

"Shwab, this is for the revenge of all the lowlanders you killed." Suddenly, a sound came from Sir Yakub's helmet. Schwab, who was held hostage, heard the sound and finally remembered, who was this, the knight who was slashing at him alone in the battle of the lowlands.

"Ah, you~~~." Schwab exclaimed, his face changed drastically to break free from Sir Yakub, but Sir Yakub grabbed Schwab like iron pliers, and his other hand pulled out a sharp short sword from the gap between the gloves and stabbed it on Schwab's abdomen.

"Mr. Pedro, I finally avenge you." The sharp short sword penetrated Schwab's abdomen. Looking at Schwab's horrified face, Sir Yakub said with joy. He held the hilt of the sword and wanted to rotate the hilt. As long as he rotated the hilt, the sharp sword that pierced Schwab's body would shatter Schwab's internal organs. Yakub, no, it should be the great revenge of Lord Lemondo.

"Damn it, you're crazy." But at this moment, Sir Gurgen, who was standing next to him, reacted in panic and immediately knocked Lord Lemondo's body away. The violent impact caused the two to roll together. Lemondo had no time to turn the hilt of the sword and left.

"Catch the assassin, catch the assassin, the Count is assassin, God." The dwarf Rud held Schwab's fallen body like crazy. He shouted with hissing. The guards in the field immediately guarded Schwab quickly and helped Sir Gurgen capture the assassination Lord Lemondo.

"Call the doctor quickly, call the doctor quickly."

"Haha, it's useless. I have poison on my sword. Even if I don't die under the sword, I will be poisoned by poison." Lord Lemondo was caught by several soldiers, and he laughed wildly and scolded loudly.
Chapter completed!