The bright sunshine shines on the earth, and flowing clouds fly in the sky.

The wind blows the green leaves sway, and the weeds on the vast plains are as undulating as sea waves.

In the summer of the seventh year of Silver Moon, the entire continent is still struggling in iron and blood, standing on Gray's side...or on Jones and Rich - the forces of the White Bone Holy Light Holy Church are brewing a counterattack.

It would be a decisive battle of a huge scale, a confrontation between iron and blood before dawn. Even in the name of justice, countless families will still be broken.

It sounds bad, right? You have to pay the price to pursue beauty. Before beauty is realized, it will only exist in your mind, and you don’t even know whether it will become real.

Whether it is individual, ethnic group, or power, they have become gamblers at this moment, sitting at the gambling table and pressing on everything they have.

The future is confusing, but at least at this moment, the world is beautiful.

For example, the sunshine in the sky, such as a touch of green in the forest.

On the periphery of Baicheng, the "Arena" built by Yilin was surging, and cheers burst into tears.

It is actually a bit too big to say that it is a "arena". To be precise, it should be a stadium with some stone buildings, mainly composed of fences. A large group of war horses ran inside, causing mud and sand to roll. If there was another rain, it would probably turn into a mud in the countryside.

In extraordinary times, Yilin obviously did not have more budgets to build this place perfectly, but it was impossible not to have it because Yilin needed to select new knights and select from civilians.

This is usually impossible, because one more knight will have more food rations. Even if the knight's personal expenses are not considered, the lord must guarantee the knight's equipment and horses. Not many lords are willing to increase their burdens - unless war is imminent.

Obviously, it's all right now.

The junior group lined up to check their bodies outside the arena, and they grinned like animals as the medical officer's request, raised their hands and turned around. Once qualified, they will be allowed to become soldiers.

The intermediate group is already testing their physical fitness. According to the requirements, they must be able to lift 100 kilograms of iron and hold on for fifteen seconds.

This requirement... is actually a bit high. At least the requirements for noble knights were not so high before.

Of course, the situation is a bit special now. After all, they really have to go to the battlefield after taking office, so the high point is natural.

After passing the intermediate group test, they will be able to become knight entourages. After three years, they will be able to become official knights through a simple assessment.

What if you don't want to wait for three years?

No problem, there is still a way. As long as you defeat a formal Knight in the advanced group.

This is the most ornamental part of the entire arena.

Most participants who passed the intermediate group test will not be willing to stop at the title of Knight escort. No matter what, you have to try it, right?

So, they all take advanced group tests.

Yilin's double rosemary flag roared in the wind.

Ten knights were sitting in a row on the rostrum as the challenger to choose, and we also saw some familiar faces.

Halls, Elin's confidant general, was the one who drove the children who followed Grey out of the military camp before the Battle of White City. Compared to when he first met Grey, his hair was a little gray.

Mike Barack. Well, it is the knight with a ponytail, Irene's admirer and loyalist. Years have passed, he is still Irene's admirer and loyalist, and he is still a ponytail. Compared to the beginning, there are probably a few crow's feet in the corner of his eyes, which is a little more mature.

Pas Keller, the former leader of the Red Scorpion Mercenary Group, just started to flirt with girls without watching the dance party. Now he is no longer a mercenary. He is the serious leader of the Knights under Yilin, although he is still in charge of his original mercenary group.

Well... Let me change the word, Yilin acquired the Red Scorpion Mercenary Group. That's probably what happened.

A strong man who had just passed the intermediate group test came to them, hesitating to stretch out a hand, trying to point at Halls.

Halls looked at him expressionlessly.

After trembling slightly, the strong man shrank his hand back and tried to point to Mike on the other side.

Mike stood up with the sword in his hand, and the strong man was so scared that he shrunk his hand back.

The scene was a bit awkward... After all, none of the ten knights present was easy to mess with. At least for humans, even humans who passed the intermediate test.

The gap between knights who have been trained for many years and ordinary people is not only in terms of physical fitness, but more in terms of combat skills. This is also the reason why you can naturally be promoted to a knight after three years of being a knight, but you have to defeat a knight before you can be promoted after passing the intermediate test.

For those who were not originally knights or even mercenaries, it was extremely difficult to defeat a knight. Ninety-nine percent of challengers could not pass the advanced test directly.

"Have you chosen?" Abby Robles, who was standing aside and in charge of the host, asked softly.

Abby Robles is Irene's confidant minister and counselor.

Hesitating, the strong man finally pointed at Pass: "It's him."

The people watching the fence stretched their necks and watched, and they started to talk.

"Why choose him? Pas seems to be quite strong."

"Pas was a mercenary before, good at fighting in the field. But I heard that horse war is not very good. Maybe I wanted to use horse war to challenge Pas."

As soon as he finished speaking, the strong man shouted at the top of his voice: "I will choose a horse battle!"

"Pass, horse fight." Abby Robles repeated it.

Pas' expression froze.

Mike, who was standing next to him, laughed and said in a low voice: "Look, I'll say someone will definitely challenge you to fight."

"This guy thinks I'm easy to bully, right?" Pas sighed helplessly, and stood up with the hilt of the sword.

At the same time, Halls stood up with the hilt of the sword and quietly left the seat.

...

In the backstage tent, Halls silently took off his breastplate, then covered his chest, his expression twisted and his forehead was covered with sweat.

"What's wrong? Uncle Halls."

Turning back, Halls suddenly found that Yilin, wearing a light yellow dress, had come behind him at some point.

When she first met Gray, Elin was only seventeen years old. At that time, she was beautiful, charming, immature, but extremely strong, and she stubbornly wanted to support the entire principality with her own strength and turn the tide. When facing the 40,000 army alone outside Baicheng, she even brought that young stubbornness to the extreme.

If God favored Yilin, it was probably that moment. Like a miracle, a knight who fell from the sky took her through the most difficult moment of her life, and at the same time, she also engraved her name into history books.

The Paladin and Lich King's loyalty is so important that even gods and demons have to consider it.

Now, ten years have passed, Yilin has no longer had her original tenderness and impulse, and what she changed into is a kind of calmness and calmness like frost. Of course, pride and stubbornness are still the same. That is engraved in her bones and can't be washed off no matter how hard she washes it.

"Ahem..." Looking at Elin, Halls coughed heavily, slowed down, and then said softly: "It's nothing, it's just a little uncomfortable."

Yilin asked softly: "Is it because of yesterday's competition? I heard that a challenger had a difficult time with Uncle Halls yesterday."

"Yes." Halls nodded and sighed: "That... was really strong yesterday. I didn't expect that there would be one among the challengers to reach that level. I just scrapped a piece of breastplate, and I couldn't even practice that kind. If my equipment wasn't better than him, I would have won it."

Suddenly, a noise came from outside the tent, which attracted both Irene and Halls' attention.

...

"Pas won!" Abby Robles stood on the rostrum and announced loudly: "The Challenger is also very outstanding, and we sincerely hope that he can continue to work hard!"

The challenger who was knocked off the horse left in a dilemma.

Pas stood in the field and raised his hands high, but there was a booing sound.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing? I won! Do you just treat the winners like this?" Pas was a little angry.

Mike stood on the rostrum and shouted loudly: "Jump directly to the other party's war horse. What's the difference between you and infantry war?"

"Hey! The horse war cannot be landed. You have to admit that I really haven't landed. How can I win the rest of the game?"

"Anyway, you're just winning disgrace!"

"You care about me, I didn't foul anyway!"

Pas walked back swearingly, and the booing sounds on the field became even more intense.

...

In the camp, Yilin turned her gaze back to Halls and whispered: "Uncle Halls should be the strongest among all the ten knights, especially Horse War."

"In theory, right?" Halls spread his hands: "But I am not young anymore. Humans are different from gods and demons. As gods and demons grow stronger and stronger as they grow older, humans will gradually weaken after their peak period. Maybe in another ten years, I will not be able to get on the field at all."

Elin smiled and said, "I think Uncle Halls can fight for another twenty years."

"Hahahaha, cough cough cough cough...I hope too." After thinking about it, Halls added: "If anyone in this selection is the most worthy of awarding the title of knight, I think it should be him."

"But he lost to Uncle Halles."

"No, he actually won, he just lost to the rules and landed. If he were on the battlefield, I would die. Even when I was young, I could only tie him. And judging from his age, he still has room for improvement. I guess he should have received complete knight training."

"A civilian who has received complete knight training but does not have a knight title...it's rare. What's his name?"

"Well...it seems to be called Alvin Alvin Schmidt."

"Alvin...Schmidt?" Elin frowned and hesitated.

...

At this moment, a boy named Alvin Schmidt was lying motionless on a lawn three kilometers away from the arena. He looked at the blue sky and the flowing clouds in the sky.

A white shirt with rolled sleeves, brown trousers with rolled legs, brown hair, fair face, and eyebrows full of heroism, but also a cynical smell.

"Alvin! Alvin!" A middle-aged man in a blue robe and like a businessman, with gray hair, walked towards him from a distance with his sleeves and shouted, "What are you still doing here? I'm looking for you everywhere!"

That's his father.

Alvin silently carried his body over his back.

The father came to Elvin panting and shouted, "Don't you know that the knight selection is being held today? Ah? Why don't you participate in the competition?"

"I've already gone yesterday and lost." Alvin replied in a low voice.
To be continued...