In the last few days of autumn and early winter, Paedarson was already desolate. The trees were already bare, but the forest was like a monster with its fangs and claws on both sides of the road.
The sound of horse hooves came from afar. Eleven Knight parted the white fog and broke into the silent morning.
To ensure speed, the riders kept their mounts running at a small pace, but did not gallop. There were about a hundred miles from here to Luda, and they had to maintain their horses.
Except for the rider in the middle who carried a long black cloth bag, the others were fully armed. Swords and crossbows that flashed with cold light occasionally peeked out from under their long cloaks. The Knight was on high alert and looked around from time to time. The forest in early winter was cold and bleak, but there were still wolves in the forest.
The Knight kept moving forward and soon came to a small river. At this time of the year, the river had not yet frozen, and the water was sparkling. There was a cold stone bridge on the shore. But at this time, the leading Knight suddenly raised his hand and asked the others to stop.
The Knight tightened the reins to stop the horses and looked around. The leading Knight withdrew his hand and gestured to the left and right, meaning that there was an ambush. Then he turned his horse around and pulled out his longsword from his waist.
The Knight turned their horses around and immediately formed a circular formation with the escorts as the center. The uniform movements showed that these Knight were well-trained. Even the scouts in Erouine's army could not reach this level.
But as the Knight moved, there was a rustling sound in the forest. Immediately, a group of noble private soldiers in leather armor stood up from the bushes on both sides. These ambushers were all armed with battle axes, small round shields, or crossbows.
Apparently, the ambushers realized that they had been discovered and were ready to attack. But the Knight's reaction was not slow either. They were even faster than these ambushers. The Knight in black did not hesitate to untie the crossbows at their waists and shoot in all directions. A few of the ambushers had just rushed out of the bushes and onto the road when they were shot down.
The knights' archery skills were excellent, and they continuously turned their horses around to fire arrows in all directions. Many of the ambushers were shot in the throat, and the corpses quickly formed a circle around them. But the Aouine cavalry's crossbows had limited ammunition, and the private soldiers seemed to be aware of this. After five rounds of shooting, they let out a battle cry and rushed out of the forest.
However, the knights were not in a hurry. They lifted their cloaks with their left hand and pulled out a handaxe with their right hand. They threw it forward in unison. A series of screams resounded through the sky, startling many birds that were still in their dreams. They flapped their wings and flew out from the surrounding forest.
The ambushers were caught off guard, and the front row of people fell instantly.
"Quick! Go, they are out of weapons! "
"Don't give them a chance to reload their bows!"
But the pungent smell of blood in the cold morning air only excited these fugitives. Some of the nobles' private soldiers shouted madly. They had an absolute advantage in numbers, almost ten times the number of their opponents. Even if they had to sacrifice a lot of lives, they would still kill their opponents.
The Knight's calmness had angered these people. The ambushers rushed forward in a frenzy, trying to turn the battle into a bloody melee.
But they found that things were not as they had imagined.
Their opponents were far stronger than they had imagined. The Knight drew their swords together, and a dramatic change occurred on the battlefield. Accompanied by the silver light of the swords, white streams of air crisscrossed and formed an impenetrable net. The ambushers who rushed forward rashly crashed into it.
Then, flesh and blood splattered everywhere. Broken bodies and limbs fell backward, making it look like a rain of blood was falling from the heads of the ambushers.
Many of the ambushers were completely stunned. They were told in advance that their opponents were a group of knights from the kingdom. But no one told them that the Knight's strength was at the peak of the Silver level.
At first, the nobles' private soldiers could still rely on inertia to rush forward to the Knight's who were as cold as the Grim Reaper. But in less than a moment, the morale of this motley crew had completely collapsed.
Before they could get close, they had lost nearly one-third of their men. Once their feverish heads cooled down, these nobles' private soldiers realized the horror of their opponents. Without further reminders, they scattered. They even fled faster than when they came, at least twice as fast.
The battle ended quickly.
The leading Knight stopped and took a deep breath of the bloody air. He raised his hand to stop his men from chasing. But how many ambushes had they encountered along the way? Chasing after them was also meaningless. They wouldn't be able to catch any valuable targets, not to mention that their own mission was the most important.
All the Knight stopped. They checked their left and right, then bent down to wipe their swords on the corpses before sheathing them.
No one spoke during the entire process. Only the sound of horses rubbing their noses could be heard.
The leading Knight's grey eyes swept across the battlefield. He looked at the corpses that littered the ground. These nobles' private soldiers did not have any obvious markings on them to indicate which side they belonged to. They also did not have any banners. They looked more like a group of bandits. But bandits were not so well-trained.
Then, he pulled down the hood of his cloak, revealing a middle-aged man's thin and pale face. He looked back. The rider they were escorting patted the long black bag on his back as a sign of safety. Then, the rider looked up and pulled down his hood.
It was a young man's face.
To be precise, Brando knew the owner of this face as well. He was Tirste, Viscount Tirste. But the viscount's appearance had changed. He had lost a lot of weight over the past month. His complexion had also become paler. His eyes seemed to be burning with a lake green flame.
"Safe."
If Brando was here, he would definitely be shocked by the viscount's words. His voice was hoarse and dry, as if someone had poked a hole in his throat. The young man sniffed as if it took a lot of effort for him to speak.
"Who are these people?" The middle-aged man asked as he looked at the corpses on the ground.
"Duke Arreck's men." Tirste replied with a hoarse voice.
"Him?" The middle-aged man paused for a moment. "Wasn't that old bastard trying to get on our good side?"
"Nobles are all two-faced bastards. You don't need to look at me. I'm the same. So don't trust me. If there's a chance, I'll definitely stab you in the back. "
The middle-aged man smiled. "Interesting. But don't worry, I only trust my own men."
"Hmph." Tirste did not even look at the man. He pulled up his hood and prepared to leave. But at that moment, the young viscount froze.
He saw a flash of green light in the forest, and his expression immediately became very bad.
"Behind you." Tirste put down his hood and warned the middle-aged Knight.
The leader of the Knight turned around, but it was too late. The green light hit him squarely in the chest. The middle-aged man was shocked at what kind of sorcery this was, but his expression was frozen in that moment. Tirste saw the leader of the knights turn into a stone statue in front of him.
That bastard is here!
The young viscount's heart raced. He knew who it was as soon as he saw this familiar scene. That nightmarish memory was still tormenting him, but he didn't expect that the nightmare would become reality again. He almost wanted to run, but his hands and feet seemed to have grown roots, and they didn't listen to his command as if they were possessed.
Then, he saw the monster covered in emerald green armor coming out of the forest. All the knights were stunned. Of course, they saw what happened to their captain, but such a strange way of attack was beyond everyone's understanding. They didn't know what to do at this time.
Guard against it? But no one dared to say that they had a better defense against that green light. They wanted to avenge their leader, but who knew what the enemy was capable of?
The knights froze in place for a moment.
But the Emerald Knight did not seem to appreciate their kindness. He walked step by step towards Tirste, who was in the center of the Knight's protection.
Facing the approaching knight, the young viscount who possessed the strength of a beginner Gold-tier realized that he was so frightened that he could not move at all. It was so difficult for him to even utter a single word from his throat.
"You … …"
Just as he managed to squeeze out a word, one of the Knight couldn't take it anymore and attacked the Emerald Knight. However, the other party merely raised his hand and blocked his longsword. Then, the knight was sent flying along with his horse, crashing into a black pine tree not far away. After that, there was no more sound from him.
The Emerald Knight's move shocked everyone, but it also made the Knight realize that this was an enemy! The Knight shouted in unison and stabbed their swords at the Knight. But before the swords could reach him, they were blocked by a layer of green light around the Emerald Knight's body.
It was a top-grade magic armor.
Everyone's heart sank. The outer layer of top-grade magic armor had a powerful magic defense. This kind of protection could not only defend against ordinary magic attacks, but could even block physical attacks like swords and sabers.
In Erouine, this kind of armor was only made by the royal alchemists during the golden age of the kingdom. It was extremely rare, but the person who owned it was definitely not a simple person.
The Knight's heart sank as they tried to guess who the enemy was. Unfortunately, they didn't realize that their days were numbered. Tirste couldn't even open his mouth to warn them because the knights had already noticed that their swords, including their magic swords, were slowly being petrified.
This discovery scared them out of their wits. Some of them quickly threw away their swords, but it was useless. In the end, the dozen or so Knight turned into stone statues.
Tirste felt like he was going to collapse when he saw this scene. But in reality, when the Emerald Knight slowly approached him, he realized that he wasn't losing his mind. Although he wished that this was a dream.
The Emerald Knight slowly approached his horse and stared at him. He didn't speak, nor did he attack. He just stood there motionless.
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