A foreigner's journey

"Hey, you're not just here to chat, right?" Gus suddenly said.

"Of course not, impatient young wolf."

Lancelot stood up and looked at Griffith and Gus: "I originally planned to destroy you outright. But since it is the person that the crow wizard is interested in... well, then I will give you a chance. .”

Griffith said coldly: "What do you mean?"

"Young eagle and young wolf, you two come and have a duel with me."

Lancelot pointed his finger in the direction of Griffith and Gus:

"If you can hold on under my hand for one minute, then you can get involved in this single task, and you will be divided into 70 and 30, 7 to me and 3 to you. Don't frown, this will give you 3,000 gold coins, which is enough for you for two years. .How about, do you want to accept this duel?"

The implication is that if you fail, you will be dead. If you refuse, get out as far away as possible.

Gus suddenly said: "What if we kill you?"

"Haha, in that case, this mission will naturally belong to you. Don't worry, my companions will never take revenge on you for this, because this is a sacred duel."

"good."

Griffith simply agreed. Regardless of success or failure, at least no other members of the Eagle Group will die as a result. And he firmly believes that he and Gus joining forces will definitely be more difficult to deal with than those in the Sirius Mercenary Group. Judging from the strength shown by Lancelot just now... there is a chance of winning!

Thinking of this, he turned to look at Gus: "Sorry, I dragged you into the water."

Gus laughed: "What are you talking about, Chief!"

After several months of getting along, Gus has been completely integrated into the Eagle Group and was appointed commando captain by Griffith. Growing up, Gus finally had a reliable 'family', and he would naturally fight bravely for this family.

That plain has been completely stained with blood, so naturally it can no longer be used as a place for duels. Everyone returned to the castle, and no one paid attention to the remaining members of the Sirius mercenary group who looked at them with hatred but could only bow their heads and leave. Everyone's eyes were on the three people standing in the center of the square.

Guts wears a lightweight helmet and armor, and carries a giant sword. Griffith is still wearing the white armor with an eagle's beak and holding a knight's sword.

Lancelot stood opposite them, putting on the dark blue helmet again, scarlet light flashing in the eye slit of the helmet. He took off the buckler from his left arm and threw it towards the Knights of the Round Table with his backhand. Galahad caught the huge buckler spinning at high speed with one hand.

Then the one-handed sword, long bow, quiver and spiral gun were thrown back to the Knights of the Round Table, leaving only an epee held by Lancelot with one hand.

Griffith held the knight's sword in his right hand, and pointed the tip of the sword diagonally at the ground: "That shield is not an ordinary thing, don't you plan to use it?"

"One sword is enough." Lancelot responded calmly.

Seeing that both sides were ready, Baron Mario took out a small hourglass, turned it over and shouted: "The duel - begin!"

Gus immediately swung his heavy sword and rushed towards Lancelot with a roar, while Griffith swam from the side like a flexible hawk, trying to find Lancelot's loopholes.

Lancelot swung the giant sword with his backhand and held it firmly against Gus's swung sword with both hands, his right arm holding the sword motionless.

The knight's sword suddenly stabbed from the side at a tricky angle, pointing directly at the gap in the armor on Lancelot's ribs.

While Gus was about to hold Lancelot back, he felt a terrifying force coming from the place where the swords collided, and he was violently knocked to the side.

In order to avoid Guts, Griffith had to put away his sword and jump away. Before he could reach his feet, he felt a sad sound breaking through the air above his head, and the sword struck his head. He immediately waved his sword with his backhand to resist, but the knight's sword just stagnated and continued to sink. Griffith could not withstand Lancelot's huge force at all. He could only hold the hilt of the sword with both hands and grit his teeth to resist, and then he was relieved. The speed at which the blade fell.

And Gus rolled on the spot and got up, swinging his giant sword to attack Lancelot. The latter kicked Griffith hard on the breastplate, sending him flying three or four meters away. There was an obvious footprint and dent on the metal breastplate.

Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, Griffith immediately stood up, swung his sword, and Guts launched a swift attack on Lancelot. One was powerful and heavy and attacked desperately, while the other was as fast as the wind and had tricky swordsmanship. However, Lancelot faced the enemy with one hand and two, wielding his giant sword with one hand, and did not fall behind in the slightest.

If what he showed just now against the Sirius mercenary group was Lancelot's violent style, then now it is the best expression of his sword skills that are at the top of the world.

All the onlookers held their breaths as they watched the three men waving their weapons in a fierce fight, and the square continued to make heart-wrenching metal collision sounds.

And on the dark plain that no one knew about, next to a blazing bonfire, Heather and Rin Qishi were sitting by the bonfire and listened to Percival's live explanation to them with great interest.

The other Knights of the Round Table were also chatting around the campfire——

"Mr. Lancelot suppressed his strength too low. Do you really think that others can't see this fake match?" This is Tristan.

"Don't tell me, they really can't see it. Haven't you seen that the eaglet and the wolf cub are getting more confident the more they fight?" Kai Qing maintained a different opinion.

Beside the campfire, Galahad, who was relatively calm, asked: "Lord Heather, I don't understand the point of you insisting that Sir Lancelot fight with the two of them."

Heather used the cross sword to stir the bonfire: "This is to put more pressure on Griffith. He has been the chosen one since he was a child. In the hearts of strong men, he can't even compare to the most useless young soldier under his command. This It will plant a deep seed in his already sensitive heart. What Sir Lancelot has to do now is to water this seed and let it germinate."

"You really don't like Griffith. He is obviously the protagonist of this work." Yan Qishi tilted his head.

"He? Protagonist? He deserves it too!?" Heather spat: "He is a complete egoist who is only loyal to his own desires. For an unattainable dream, he is even willing to sacrifice those who risked their lives to save him. He is a good brother who is willing to take care of his whole life, and I hate prisoners who can’t control their lower bodies. In this regard, Sephiroth has more style than him."

Qin Qishi pointed out mercilessly: "Even so, you still came to watch the live broadcast with great interest."

"Isn't this a boring journey? I'm walking to the seaside alone. There are no trains or planes in this world, so I can only ride a horse. It's so boring."

Galahad asked strangely: "Can't you fly?"

Heather shook her finger: "I can't show my trump card now, and I have to try my best to act like a 'strong' person in the ordinary sense. I can't fly or fly."

At this moment Percival suddenly said:

"Oh! It's time to decide the winner!"