CHAPTER 327: CHAPTER 20: LOSA JOINS THE BATTLE

"The atmosphere is truly lively."

Inside the Great Arena, Losa felt that the noise from the audience above and from the field outside was just like two titanic giants locked in a brutal struggle.

Jeanne sighed softly, "It’s a pity we’re not in the audience; this should be the last arena left by the Empire."

Losa laughed, "Don’t worry, even if we can’t watch this tournament, participating in it is still quite memorable."

Clearly, he was quite confident about this impending group competition.

...

After a long while, someone came to inform them.

A Greek noble Knight, who had been waiting for a long time, stepped onto the back of his warhorse over the back of his Attendant.

He took the rounded lance from the Attendant’s hand and pulled down the visor of his Helmet.

As the iron gate creaked open, he charged into the arena holding his lance and Kite Shield.

Someone mumbled an introduction, saying he was the Count Commander of the Argentopulian Imperial Guard Cavalry, a typical Greek noble Knight.

Although the Argentopulian Imperial Guard Cavalry was quite poor, merely a ceremonial unit, their Commander was not; he was renowned for his bravery and combat skill, and many Latin Knights were no match for him.

However, unlike the confidence he had when he left,

very quickly.

This Greek noble Knight was carried out from the field.

At this moment, he looked as if he had been hit by a speeding truck, the scales of his exquisite Zha Armor shattered all over the place, one of his legs was broken, with the splinters of bone poking through the gaps of his Shin Armor.

Those who saw this scene couldn’t help but be shocked.

Who on earth was the enemy, so formidable?

"Tsk, how miserable."

Jeanne commented nonchalantly.

At this moment, the Captain of the Varangian Guard, dressed flamboyantly and armed with a War Axe and Round Shield, tidied up his equipment and shouted, "Lads, those flashy but weak noble scions have been defeated!"

"Next, it’s up to us to defend the honor of the most noble Barcelona. If we win this battle, we’ll each receive twenty fine Suludes Gold Coins and a piece of silk bestowed by Her Majesty."

"Roar!"

The Varangian Guards roared in unison.

Nearly a hundred Varangian Guards in black Chain Armor stood up proudly under the envious gazes of the veteran soldiers and marched through the creaking iron gate.

They were the Royal Guard who marched at the front of the parade.

However, after the parade, they promptly took off their expensive silk Cloaks, as for them, it was a luxury item that needed to be cherished.

However, this battle was unlikely to be smooth.

In the end, more than half of the Varangian Guard were carried out, and the remaining Captain of the Varangian Guard also had a grim expression.

Losa made some inquiries and found out that the opponent of the Varangian Guard turned out to be the Undead Army dispatched by the Sassanid Empire’s envoy. This army had a long history, even tracing back to Ancient Greece.

They didn’t lose.

But both sides were locked in a stalemate, and if it continued, the casualties would be ugly, so it was halted by Her Majesty the Empress.

At this time, the Royal Treasurer, a Eunuch with a face full of wrinkles who Losa had met before, trotted over.

His face was plastered with an awkward smile, "General Losa, I’m afraid we’ll have to request your appearance next."

Losa stood up and asked, "Is it a group match? Is our opponent still that Undead Army?"

"No... Before the group match, you’ll probably have to fight that Frankish Prince first."

"Frankish Prince? You mean the opponent who defeated that young noble Knight?"

The old Eunuch replied sheepishly, "Yes, that’s him."

Losa didn’t hesitate, nodded, "Alright, I accept, but I can’t guarantee I’ll win."

"No problem, I need to go back and report to Her Majesty."

After finishing, the old Eunuch scampered off.

Jeanne reminded, "Be careful."

Losa replied with an "Mm," knowing that this Crown Prince Henry, as the nation was the first to integrate Witches into the court, was probably not an ordinary person; even if not a Caster, at least he might have taken magic potion.

She brought over her ’Grapes,’ a sturdy warhorse, now covered with silver-white Scale Armor Horse Armor, and the Helmet Crown on the horse’s head was dyed the same red as the veteran soldiers’.

Losa agilely mounted his horse, exchanged a glance with Prajna, and smiled, "Don’t worry, if I can’t win, I’ll surrender. With your Talent, nothing can go wrong."

Prajna nodded and handed over a Blunt Lance. This competition-specific White Beech Riding Lance was easily breakable, and Losa had no intention of risking his life against this Crown Prince he had never met.

So far, this was his second Knight tournament.

He donned a Golden Mask Helmet, which he had drawn as a reward today.

This Helmet bore a strong Eastern Nomadic Cavalry style, with the face on the visor lifelike, even the beard and eyebrows details were quite precise.

The defense of this type of Helmet was obviously not as good as the ’Pig-Mouthed Helmet’ crafted by Marles or the Milestone Reward for the Winged Cavalry Commander, the Lobster Helmet.

But it also possessed a system item’s attribute—indestructible.

Additionally, it had a special ability: Frightening!

The effect was: any enemy who looked directly at this Helmet would have their fear magnified greatly.

He urged his horse to the iron gate, through the gaps of which he could see the field was in a mess, with plenty of blood soaking the solid mud. At that moment, a group of slaves was hastily clearing the debris.

Those were the remnants of the previous competition, the Long Spears, Shields, Swords, and other debris left behind.

Creak.

The iron gate gradually lifted.

Losa gently nudged his horse’s flanks, urging the mount onto the field.

He heard the deafening screams.

Losa was somewhat puzzled, never expecting that he would be quite popular in the Eastern Empire.

...

On the viewing platform.

Count Leopold frowned, "This is inappropriate, noble Barcelona."

Clad in splendid attire and wearing a crown, Empress Ragaya perched on the throne, slightly frowned, "What’s inappropriate?"

"As far as I know, Marquis Losa is a Vassal of the Kingdom of Jerusalem, one of Germania’s most valiant Warriors. Using him to replace your country’s army, even a victory wouldn’t be honorable, would it?"

"Heh, I am the ruler of the Empire, not a tribal chief. Under my command, Franks, Normans, Varangians, even Saracens are all welcome to be employed as long as they are loyal."

"Moreover, General Losa is our newly appointed Military Zone General of Limassol, who has led troops to quash traitors like Isaac. It’s most appropriate for him to fight for me."

The rebellion in Cyprus has already been quelled?

Leopold’s face involuntarily revealed a hint of astonishment.

Wasn’t it said not long ago that the Apennine Fleet leased by Cyprus had decisively defeated the Eastern Empire’s navy?

Leopold could only say, "If that’s the case, it’s indeed appropriate. I must congratulate Your Majesty on securing the allegiance of a brave and devoted Crusader Soldier like Marquis Losa."

His Witch concubine was not at his side, for someone as noble as Empress Ragaya, strangers with uncertain origins, such as Casters, must absolutely not appear in her company.

Anna, dressed in a purple court gown, stood beside Ragaya. Upon seeing Losa enter, a faint smile appeared on her face.