Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

Virut was very excited when he received the mission.

The training camp life in the past two months was miserable.

Two words stand out...complete defeat.

Except for the companions who were also knights' squires, every knight in the training camp could completely defeat this group of squires.

Although everyone was about the same age, the strength gap was a bit large.

Although everyone felt that they had made great progress in the past two months, without a target to practice, they could not experience the pleasure of crushing.

Now, there are a group of good targets in front of them.

The southern knights have already known the bet proposed by Derek. Whether for their own honor or to save their companions, they can't be timid.

This time, everyone came to snatch food from the tiger's mouth, and they were mentally prepared to encounter various difficulties.

The nobles on the wooden platform also paid attention to this fight.

"It's Virut. He is good, but he is only middle-to-upper level among the official knights."

The northern nobles showed their worries. After all, Virut has a great reputation. There was a knight stronger than Virut who was defeated just now.

The southern nobles and the royal capital nobles had another idea.

Virut looked young, so what was the point of being stronger than his peers at this age?

Those southern knights in their prime couldn't beat Virut at the same age, so could the adult version not beat the young version of Virut?

The old earl quietly came to Derek, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he whispered: "Derrick, how sure are you?"

"100%!"

"Did you lie to me?"

"Don't worry, I have the title knights under my command, so we won't lose."

All of them were elite knights of level three or four, which was a good level among the title knights.

Moreover, they had just experienced a war and had not relaxed their training for a single day. If these elite knights couldn't beat the other party, then don't play.

And unlike the old earl, Derek could be shameless.

If he was really angry about losing, he dared to flip the table.

No matter how strong the title knight was, how many times could he withstand the charge of the Knights?

While the two were talking, Virut had already knocked down a southern knight.

He was excitedly running around the field with the other's helmet.

"Show off!"

Derrick couldn't help but curse. Why waste energy at this time?

The southern knights were a little agitated. They didn't look down on Virut because of his age. They sent out good players, but they didn't expect to lose one of them.

But then, Virut defeated five southern knights in a row before retreating breathlessly.

Everyone's discussion could no longer be ignored, and the etiquette of the nobles was even more ignored.

"Is this Virut, the rising star of the northern knight?"

In fact, the southern knights had collected information about Virut, but they didn't expect him to be so powerful.

Obviously, there was an error in the information.

Virut retreated, and the southern knights thought they could breathe a sigh of relief.

But the performance of the knights' attendants next time made them lose face.

A group of formal knights took turns to challenge, and the winning rate was just 10%, and no one could be found who won in a row.

Count Lovet couldn't help but lean out half of his body. If it weren't for the handrail, he would have fallen off the wooden platform.

The nobles who were close could still hear him repeating: "How is this possible? How is this possible?"

After ten years of hard work, he thought he had caught up with the Northern Knights.

The Southern Knights were also remarkable in their previous performance, and they were not at a disadvantage against anyone.

He even thought that the rise of the Southern Faction would happen today, but this dream was now shattered.

Derrick not only slapped him in the face, but also rudely asked people to slap him in the face again and again, and then told him: "You are still far away."

Earl Lovett couldn't stand this gap, he roared in a low voice: "Let the title knights take action."

He dared to come to the North to cause trouble, of course, not just relying on these ordinary knights.

The title knights that the Southern nobles have collected and cultivated over the years are their greatest confidence.

The King's Conference has always been the stage for these title knights.

Now, it is also the stage for title knights.

Defeat the three Northern Knights and you can win.

Even if it doesn't look good, it's better than losing both people and the battle now.

The titled knights got the hint, but they were not willing to take action.

The interests of the earl did not represent their interests.

At least the honor of the knights made it difficult for them to lose face.

However, the pressure from the great nobles was not so easy to bear.

Especially the continuous pressure, which finally made the honor of the knights go to hell.

Seeing a knight with a fancy emblem on his chest come out, everyone was shocked.

Here comes a tough guy.

The titled knight is basically the pinnacle of the knight's glory.

That was won in a series of knight competitions. There may be fake knights, but there are definitely no fake knights recognized by everyone.

Of course, in Derek's eyes, the so-called titled knights are probably formal knights of level nine or ten, or even elite knights.

Each of them is a tough guy who wears heavy armor and can run and attack.

Derek quickly signaled: "Let each of them go up and experience it. It's not easy to find such a free sparring partner."

The sparring with one's own people is not as good as the current atmosphere.

That kind of psychological pressure is completely different.

Derek wanted the servants to feel the real pressure early.

So, the titled knight who went to the battle with a shameless face could only suppress his anger and deal with the challenges of a group of servants.

It was a shame. A titled knight came to bully the servants. If it got out, his reputation would be ruined.

He tried to use heavy hands at first to scare off the knight servants who challenged him.

But he soon found that this not only did not scare off the servants, but stimulated them to scream.

Even Virut, who had rested for a while, went up and fought back and forth for a few rounds.

"It has that flavor. This is the Northland Knight." The old earl suddenly said.

In recent years, he always felt that the Northland Knight lacked a little spirit, and now he felt it from these servants.

No wonder the number of titled knights has decreased in recent years.

The Northland Knights just have the spirit to rush forward with a scream.

"Shameless, do you want to consume your physical strength?"

Count Lovett couldn't help but ask, why fight if you continue like this?

"If you have the guts, let your people also consume our physical strength. I think your knights seem to have more." Derek directly retorted.

Fortunately, the challenge is over.

The title knights who took turns to fight did not actually consume much physical strength.

At this time, the title knight who was fighting, I don't know what Simon discussed.

Each side sent out three people, forming a raised triangle formation.

Is this going to be a melee?

This challenge is much bigger and more dangerous.

Maybe he is tired of the challenges in turn and wants to end it in one battle?