The Legend of Fatality

Peverly said: "Rondo, you go to challenge him first, the bridge is ours. Keep this state."

"This is my honor, Your Highness." Viscount Rondo walked up to the bridge, blocking Ambrose and Peter's path.

"What happened?" Catherine asked.

"You should have asked what happened." Peverly turned to her. "That's the way to respect the king. That **** stared at you as if you were his. When you executed, you stared at him intently. And today you have left your maid behind, trying to make yourself alone with him Together. I have warned you. But you will not be executed as a traitor-no matter what happens, you will marry Prince Lothal-but this shit-like traitor will pay the price, you will have witnessed."

Ambrose and Peter stopped ten steps away from the bridge. Rondo pointed at Peter. "If you want to cross the bridge, sir, you can." He pointed to Ambrose again and said, "As for you, sir, you can't cross the river without surrendering your honor."

"No!" Catherine said. "Ambrose is my guard."

"Ambrose is not suitable for your guard." Peverly shouted. "He hardly condemned his rebellious sister. He cried like a woman for her death. Noyes only wanted to get Ambrose, but I was helping him save trouble. I will personally deal with the Royal Guard Cowards and traitors. Loyalty is not only in words and deeds, but also in spirit. I ca n’t see how faithful he is to the king. "

"Are you going to stay there and runny like a coward, Novin?" Rondo shouted.

Ambros lifted his chest. "I am the guardian of Her Royal Highness, guarding her safety, this is my duty, you should not hinder me."

"Then you must cross the bridge to perform your duties."

"You are right, maybe you should propose another choice, Rondo." Peverly called. "He can hand over his spurs."

"I don't want to touch them, but I'm willing to use them as another option, Your Highness." Then Rondo shouted to Ambrose: "Put down your spurs, you can ride my bridge home, in your home Crying by the fire. I hear you cry like a woman. "

"I will not give you anything."

"Then we will fight." Lang Duo pulled out his sword.

Catherine said: "Pefley, please stop. There is no connection between Sir Ambrose and me." There is no doubt that if he does not participate in the battle, Ambrose who loses the honor of the Cavaliers will be taken by Noyers Go to the dungeon, but Peverley will only pick his best fighters for this challenge. Catherine does n’t know how good Ambrose ’s swordsmanship is.

However, Peverley's eyes were fixed on Ambrose, and he did not answer.

Ambros pulled out his sword and said to Peter: "Your duty is to protect your highness, not to stay with me. Perform your duty."

"Ambrose, I--"

"Let's go."

Peter kicked the horse reluctantly, crossed the bridge, and Rondo rode towards Ambrose.

Ambrose pulled the horse aside and looked around nervously.

Rondo rushed past.

Ambrose yelled, kicked his horse hard, and rode forward. They waved their swords past the other side, turned around, and rode towards each other again, but this time, Ambrose's horse stood upright with his hind legs and his hooves scratched in the air.

Rondo's horse stepped back, and Ambrose rushed over immediately, slashing at him with a sword. But there was no contact between the swords, but Rondo's horse screamed and stood upright with his hind legs. The reins on the side of the horse's neck were cut off.

Rondo rolled over easily and used his horse to block Ambrose's sword until he could release the panicked beast because it was more dangerous to protect it. The horse galloped away, and Ambrose rushed towards Rondo.

"Get off the horse and fight with glory." Rondo shouted.

"You can't protect your horse and yourself, it's not my fault." The swords collided with each other again, but Rondo stumbled around, his movements were too slow, and Ambrose turned sharply, at He cut a sword on his wrist, almost cutting his hand off his arm. Rondo screamed and fell to his knees, blood splashed on his face, his hand loosened the sword, and the back of his hand touched the sand. Rondo stared at it.

Ambros dismounted and walked towards Rondo.

"Knight, do you agree that I have proved my honor?"

Rondo muttered a few words that Catherine could not hear.

Ambrose shook his head. "I beat you. I said I won, and I will let you live. You can learn to fight with the other hand."

Rondo raised his head and said, "Go to your mother. And your **** sister."

Ambrose walked behind Rondo and raised his sword, his hands shaking.

"Do not!"

Catherine didn't know why she was crying. But hearing her voice, Ambrose hesitated. Then he struck the hilt on the back of Rondo's head. Rondo fell to the ground.

Peverly said: "I don't believe what he proved, except that he fought like a villain. Solve him, Perkins."

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"Perkins! Do what I say!"

"You are the villain, Peverly," Catherine snapped. "Ambrose defeated Rondo. It would be disgraceful to send another person to give him no time to recover."

But no one is listening. Perkins drove his horse forward and slowly drew his sword.

"Horse rides him on the ground!" Peffery shouted.

Perkins Zema rushed towards Ambrose, the blade was raised, but before Perkins had the opportunity to attack, Ambrose threw himself. The frightened horse jumped over Ambrose. As Perkins struggled to control his mount, Ambrose stood up quickly.

He slashed his sword at Perkins' back. The knight screamed, but he turned his horse's head and continued to steer it towards Ambrose. Ambrose once again lowered his head and flashed the Cavaliers 'charge, then rushed to stab Perkins' leg. As before, Perkins screamed and slashed towards Ambrose. Ambrose fell to the ground sideways and rolled under his horse.

Perkins urged his horse to trample Ambrose, but the horse backed away. Ambrose stood up before Perkins charged again, but this time the horseshoes hit Ambrose, knocking him to the ground.

Ambros stood up stubbornly ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Your horse is a better warrior, "he shouted, but he looked tired and tired.

"Is that true?" Perkins replied. He dismounted, approached Ambrose with a sword, and Catherine felt the difference between the two. Perkins is taller, wider and more muscular. Although he was bleeding, he didn't seem to notice the wounds on his leg and back.

"Perkins won my league title last year," Peverley said. "He is the best swordsman in my army. He is almost as strong as when he came."

Ambrose has been retreating. And Perkins is moving forward. In a circle formed by the two. Perkins always advances with powerful arrow steps, and each arrow step deflects, but Ambrose always moves backwards.

Catherine knew that Ambrose had no hope. "Stop! Peverly. Stop them."

"All he has to do is stop the attack and hand over the Spurs."

"Ambrose defeated Long and let Perkins surrender the first drop of blood; Perkins should surrender his spurs."

"In my opinion, my people want to continue the fight."

Perkins walked forward with his sword. Ambrose flashed away, but Perkins's fierce blow seemed to make him tremble. Perkins took another step forward, and Ambrose stepped back, but this time he stumbled over a clump of grass, staggering backwards and losing his balance. Perkins stepped forward and raised his sword.

"No!" Catherine thinks Ambrose has lost his balance.

But then Ambrose's sword penetrated Perkins' chest.

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