Then, the Imperial delegation drove straight in. Boris Todbringer read the national letter brought by Emperor Carl Franz. In general, the Empire acknowledged an equal status with Brittania, hoping to further deepen the alliance, strengthen cooperation between the two countries, promote trade collaboration, avoid tariff barriers, and contribute with Brittania to expel Chaos Evil, eliminate Green-skinned Vampires and other destructive forces, for the long-term stability and prosperity of humanity.
Knight King Richard fully affird the goodwill and spirit of Emperor Carl Franz from the Empire. Speaking emotionally, Richard said seriously that more than a thousand years ago, the peoples of the two countries were one. Since ancient tis, the people of Brittania and the Empire have been inseparable. We all have a belief, which is to fight against the darkness in the na of humanity. On this issue, Brittania is willing to join hands with the Empire, work sincerely together, and strive to protect the future of humanity.
A lengthy exchange of pleasantries took more than an hour. Laine was very patient, only whispering to Mogiana, "Boris was forced to make this diplomatic mission. He was also once a candidate for the imperial throne. Since he took the position of Prince-Elector, there have been many rumors in the Empire about his ambitions for the throne. Boris had no choice but to personally serve as an envoy as a Prince-Elector, both to show obedience and loyalty to the current Emperor Carl Franz and to avoid suspicion."
Mogiana nodded, looking sowhat displeased at the large group of White Wolf Knights opposite: "They are truly a bunch of barbarians, eyeing up and down since the start."
"That's how White Wolf Knights are, Your Highness. The doctrine of the White Wolf War God is... uh." Laine hesitated, realizing he had said sothing inappropriate.
"..." Mogiana seed to have thought of sothing, narrowed her green eyes, and said no more.
"If I'm not mistaken, Your Highness, the Empire would never send an entire detachnt of White Wolf Knights and so many Cheetah Knights at the sa ti... we should be prepared," Laine continued. Mogiana agreed, lightly tapping his hand with her jade-like finger to signal her understanding.
Just as Laine predicted, not long after the formal discussions ended, Boris secretly made a gesture towards the White Wolf Knights, his remaining eye full of cunning.
The White Wolf Knights imdiately understood. These followers of Yurik lived for battle, wine, and won. Such formal occasions had bored them for too long.
"I've heard that the knights of Brittania are the strongest in the Old World. I, Becker, challenge today! In the na of Yurik! Who will accept my challenge?" Imdiately, a young knight draped in a wolf-pelt cloak and dressed in full armor stepped forward and addressed Richard.
Several of Richard's clan knights imdiately stood up, all of them young Ranger Knights without exception: "A knight never refuses honor and challenge, in the na of the Lady!"
"Battle! Battle! Battle!" The White Wolf Knights imdiately clamored loudly, and the Cheetah Knights cheered, creating a huge uproar.
On the other side, the nobles of Brittania looked grim. Brittania was founded on knights and worshipped the Lake Fairy. These wolf cubs were provoking right into the Throne Hall. Out of knightly honor, they had to respond.
"Lord Boris, what is the aning of this?" Richard's face darkened. He imdiately questioned the Imperial envoy Boris: "Does the Empire intend to provoke a war?"
"What's wrong with this? Young people want a duel, and Your Majesty Richard wouldn't want to comply?" Boris laughed heartily and then provocatively asked, "Or is it that you don't dare? Is there no knight in Brittania who dares to accept the challenge?"
The Knight King snorted coldly: "This is the Throne Hall, not a place for dueling! Please, Lord Boris and the knights of the Empire, move to the arena!"
One hour later, at the Kulona Palace arena.
The arena within the palace can accommodate about a thousand people and is circular in shape. The knightly nobility of Brittania were already fully ard. The White Wolf Knights and the Cheetah Knights were also prepared. The young White Wolf Knight Becker who had previously issued the challenge walked out openly and raised his warhamr, pointing at the knightly nobility: "Who is willing to accept my challenge?"
"Hendrik of Connet." Imdiately, a young Ranger Knight stood out, holding a sharp sword and shield: "In the na of the Lady, I accept your challenge!"
"In the na of Yurik!" Becker raised his White Wolf Warhamr.
Both sides agreed to a ground duel, with Boris's side offering a reasonable explanation: the White Wolf Knight Order didn't have that many Elf Warhorses.
They saluted each other, agreeing to strike until one yielded, then the two young n distanced themselves. Hendrik of Connet raised his shield and longsword, while the young White Wolf Knight tightly gripped the handle of his warhamr with both hands.
Neither was in a hurry to attack, seemingly sizing each other up.
The strength of both young n was roughly at the Elite Middle Tier. They were energetic yet cautious, unwilling to launch an attack easily. In Laine's view, using a warhamr had an advantage over using a sword and shield, provided the White Wolf Knight had enough strength.
"For Yurik!" It was Becker who initiated the attack, the young White Wolf Knight charging at the equally young Hendrik like a hungry wolf hunting in winter, sweeping with his hamr, aiming at Hendrik.
"For the Lady!" Hendrik forcefully raised his shield, the hard warhamr striking it with a sharp sound. The trendous force from the left arm made the young Ranger Knight involuntarily cry out. He retreated slightly to disperse the pressure brought by the warhamr, then thrust his longsword from behind the shield, aiming directly at Becker's ribs.
The White Wolf Knight imdiately turned to dodge. The longsword pierced a hole in Becker's wolf-pelt cloak, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Hendrik changed the thrust to a chop, targeting the weaker armor spot at Becker's ribs, slashing down with his sharp sword.
"Clang!" The White Wolf Knight didn't give the Ranger Knight another chance to attack. His warhamr imdiately left Hendrik's shield, blocking the slashing sharp sword. Then he raised his iron boot, kicking Hendrik's soft abdon.
Then, just as Hendrik retreated, Becker imdiately reversed his grip on the warhamr handle, striking directly on the kite helt of the Ranger Knight with the weight ball and the spikes on the ball: "Boom!"
"Ah!" The Ranger Knight rolled his eyes and collapsed, unconscious, with a few strands of red blood hanging from his face inside the kite helt. The entire person was knocked out, with the shield and longsword falling to the ground: "This victory belongs to Yurik!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!" The White Wolf Knights and the Cheetah Knights shouted loudly, and Boris raised his arms high: "Only Charlemagne's god—Yurik can decide everything, for Yurik!"
"For Yurik!"
The knights from the Empire shouted loudly, shaking the sky, while on the other side, the Brittania nobles glared angrily at this damned group of Imperial people.
The young White Wolf Knight understood so restraint. Hendrik was dragged back by his escort. Having only been knocked unconscious, the Ranger Knight only needed so bandaging and a few days of rest.
"Damn wolf cubs!" "Little bastard, this wasn't a fair duel!" Many Brittania nobles gritted their teeth, realizing that the Ranger Knight was indeed too weak. To deal with White Wolf Knights, Kingdom Knights were needed.
"Who is the next challenger? Are all the followers of the Lady of the Lake such a bunch?" Becker, seeing his cheers not reciprocated, continued to provoke: "Isn't there anyone with a bit more backbone?"
"Shut up! This is Kulona, the glory of Brittania cannot be defiled by you! Tolan of Kakasong, here to learn the skills of the White Wolf Knights!" A Kingdom Knight stood up.
"Fine, let's continue!"
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