The Face Changing Warrior

Gordon had just given an order, and Roddy had leaped up and got on his horse. In order to take care of the young nobles behind these family backgrounds, these horses are specially selected gentle-tempered imperial horses for their control. Otherwise, if you break a few, the sin will be serious.

Roddy controlled the horse under his hips effortlessly with Professor Rand's riding skills, and then waited for Gordon's orders with his head up.

"Master Dorset!" A young man on the other horse suddenly yelled.

"What?" Roddy glanced at him. He was a handsome guy, but he was quite tall, but his eyes seemed a little dodgy.

"I'm Gray, the son of the Count of Corsica, let's cooperate! With so many people in our group, it will definitely be a melee situation for a while! The power of two people is always much greater than that of one alone!" Gray said in a low voice. Tao.

Roddy looked around, and sure enough, all the young nobles were looking around, with different expressions on their faces. Many people are looking at themselves maliciously.

"Okay." Roddy nodded, but an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Gordon commanded a loud "Start!"

All the young noble knights unanimously shouted, urging the horses under their hips. Most of the people did not take the bow and arrow, and held the lancet tightly in their hands.

With a cry, almost half of the people rushed towards Roddy.

Some of these people are upset with the young master of the tulip family because they hate His Majesty the Emperor and because Roddy is alone. The descendant of God is really a famous straw bag. In this case, if you didn't kill an enemy, you have one more chance to protect yourself!

Roddy's face was stern, and there was excitement in his eyes. Holding the lancet tightly in his hand, he gestured to Gray next to him, and then assumed a standard cavalry charge posture, and immediately rushed towards the few people on the left to pounce on him. Gray also rode behind him closely.

The horseshoe stomped crisply on the bluestone floor of the square, making a crisp sound. The ferocious expressions in front of him fell in his eyes, but Roddy's heart was quiet.

With a flutter, under the horse's sprint, Roddy's lancet slammed on an opponent's body. The guy screamed and fell off the horse. Fortunately, all those who participated in the assessment wore light armor. Otherwise, although the tip of the stabbing gun had been taken off, Mali's sprint might have pierced him early!

A dozen horses fought together, among which Roddy became the focus of everyone, and all seven or eight lances greeted Roddy. Roddy's heart was empty and he shouted, the lance in his hand rounded and danced in a circle, like an oolong tumbling up and down. A black air swept down, a nobleman shouted, his waist was swept, and the whole person flew out and hit another warrior severely. Roddy spotted the breakthrough in the crowd and leaned down and rushed over. The lancet in his hand protrudes from the left to the right. None of the samurai on both sides trying to stop him can catch him! Only a few plops were heard, and wherever Roddy went on horseback, some people fell. The Gray followed Roddy closely, and he tried to stop someone from behind.

Roddy just one charge, knocked down six opponents. He shook off the crowd, strangled the horse and turned its head. The young aristocrats were terrified. No one was attacking each other at the moment. Everyone looked at each other, and they all yelled and rushed towards Roddy!

It's just that although the equestrian skills of these young nobles are barely good, they are really laymen in knight warfare. Roddy still leaned down to assume a standard cavalry charge posture, and rushed towards the opponent with a loud shout. He was already very good at riding. At this time, the man used his horsepower to rush, and he swept with a lancet, and immediately two more guys were hit by him from the horse. These young nobles didn't know how to make full use of horsepower for horse warfare, and they would only use the lancet in their hands according to land warfare. As a result, where can human power stop the horse's sprint power? What's more, Roddy's true strength at this time is already above the third-level warrior! The team of a dozen people was immediately rushed by Roddy and Gray.

Two sprints down, Roddy's opponent only has four people left. The other people lay on the ground groaning and screaming. No one could stand up anymore. The horse of the lost owner ran around long ago.

The remaining four people are also the best among these first-class warriors. Two of them glanced at each other and rushed towards Roddy at the same time. They had obviously been instructed by professional soldiers and knew how to lean down and draw on horsepower. The two of them moved from left to right, the lancet in their hands went up and down, and they shot Roddy's head and waist at the same time.

Roddy greeted him with a sneer, and suddenly leaned down. Suddenly the lancet in his hand was handed over to his right hand, and he threw it out. The stabbing gun turned into a black air, and hit the samurai on the left. The man didn't even grunt, and immediately hit the floor. At this time, the guy on the right was also approaching, and Rody took advantage of the trend, flashed the lance that attacked his waist, and then clamped it tightly under his armpit. The samurai weapon was restrained and struggled twice. Roddy had grabbed his belt and lifted him off the horse in one fell swoop, and then threw him heavily on the ground. Roddy didn't even look at the man on the ground, and rushed towards the left of the two remaining people with the stabbing gun he had copied. Gray followed closely behind Roddy, rushing towards the one on the right with the lance in his hand.

Roddy's opponent was already pale. Seeing Roddy's stabbing gun came in front of him, he suddenly softened and fell off his horse. Roddy stabbed in the air with a shot, and he was taken aback for a moment, then sneered, suddenly feeling a cold wind behind him. Roddy leaned down immediately, only to feel a fierce energy sweeping his back. Roddy looked back, but it was Gray, who was looking fiercely at Roddy. The samurai who was fighting with him also shot at the same time on the other side! It's just that his goal is not Roddy! It's Roddy's horse!

Only heard an exclamation, a figure flew out a few meters away from the horse sideways.

Roddy turned his head to look at Gray, and said lightly: "I guess you have a problem! Come on!"

Gray's face was pale, and he was speechless. The hand holding the spear couldn't help shaking.

It turns out that Roddy didn’t use the lancet in his hand to parry in his busy schedule just now. He also understood that he couldn’t hold the two-meter-long lancet with one hand while leaning down. , If you insist on parrying, it is impossible to stop the opponent's hit like a horse leg. So he threw the lancet in his hand decisively. The two were already very close, and Roddy's strength was so great that the samurai couldn't dodge at all. Before the weapon in his hand hit Roddy's horse leg, he was thrown into the air by Roddy's stabbing spear.

"Okay! Set! You really have hidden your strength!" Gray gritted his teeth and grinned on his face: "It's just that you don't have any weapons in your hand now. Let's see how you fight me!"

After speaking, Grepin rushed towards Roddy with his spear. At this time Roddy did something that no one had expected. He actually kicked the horse under the hip and ran off to the left.

Gray laughed wildly: "Haha! Do you think you can run away? I..."

Suddenly a black light flashed, and Gray fell from the horse with a scream before the second half of Gray's sentence was finished. An arrow stuck in his shoulder and pierced his body through light armor!

Roddy slowly put down the bow and arrow in his hand and urged the horse to walk to Gray's side, coldly looking at Gray, who was on the ground with pain and sweat, half of his body covered in blood.

"Are you wondering that I saw you through? I'm a fool! I've always had a bad reputation, and I'm just a idiot in your eyes. So before you start, if you look for my partner, I doubt you. You don't find so many warriors, Isn't it doubtful to find me such a useless straw bag to partner with?"

Roddy sneered: "Lie down! I have never killed anyone, so you are lucky! I didn't kill you!"

After speaking, Roddy didn't even look at Gray, turned around and rode towards the platform in front of the hall.

On the square, only one place was left tumbling and groaning. At this point in the competition, there are no doubts. Roddy is the only winner. He doesn't even need to shoot arrows. Because even if he can't hit the target, no one can compete with him...

Moreover, judging from the arrow he shot Gray just now, it is absolutely impossible for his archery to miss the target.

There was silence on the square for a long time, and then thunderous cheers broke out. The surrounding Royal Guards are all veterans of the army, and they are naturally knowledgeable.

Roddy got off his horse, stood in front of the stage, and looked at Abbas XI with his head up.

The emperor stood up slowly, but the smile on his face was a little reluctant, and he said softly: "Okay, it really is the descendant of the empire's military god." It was just that string of dry laughter, but it was a little lack of confidence.

Roddy cursed "despicable" in his stomach, but with an infinite loyal look on his face, he knelt down on one knee to salute.

Gordon Commander’s face was full of surprises, and his voice trembled with excitement. He said loudly: "The riding and shooting test is over. Please enter the hall for the winner!"

Roddy frowned slightly, because he felt a fiery gaze of ardent admiration staring at him, mixed with surprise, sadness and affection-needless to say, it must be Jojo's.

Roddy looked at Nicole subconsciously, and saw her looking at herself with a quiet smile on her face-only the relief and affection in her eyes, only Roddy could understand it.