In front of the palace gate, there were more than a hundred steps.
Each step was 10 meters long, half a meter wide and 35 centimeters tall. It was an extremely uncomfortable height and width for a person to climb up.
However, it served as a foil to the majesty of the palace gate.
The main colors of the gate were gold and red, and on top of the gate, there was a thorny flower pattern that represented the royal family of Warren. On both sides of the gate, there were rectangular tapestries hanging down from the 20 meter tall tower, around 3 meters above the ground. On one side of the tapestries was an unsheathed sword and on the other side was a towering shield. Kieran didn't have the corresponding heraldry knowledge but he could guess what it meant.
Bravery and fearlessness.
In fact, the meaning of the two tapestries was similar to what Kieran guessed.
The sword represented one of the kings of the Warren royal family who went on an expedition himself.
The shield represented one of the kings who went up the city walls to defend against the enemies.
At that moment, in the middle of the two tapestries, in front of the gate, a Knight in silver armor was sitting on a white war horse.
His armor was lifted up, revealing a rather valiant face but the wrinkles around his eyes indicated that he wasn't young anymore.
However, his palms were still strong, the spear in his hand was pointed diagonally at the night sky and didn't seem to shake at all.
When he saw Kieran, he didn't have the mood to talk anymore. He tapped his horse and charged forward.
"Hyaa!"
After a loud shout that sounded like a lion or tiger's roar, the white Knight dashed down from the palace gate.
The white war horse's four hooves were nimble and precise on the stairs, as if it was running on flat ground. The charging force from above made the Knight unstoppable.
Kieran didn't even hesitate when he saw the charging white Knight.
Neigh!
The Night Owl let out a shrill cry as its scarlet eyes stared fixedly at the white warhorse. It opened its mouth and revealed its sharp fangs.
The Night Owl had a natural repulsion towards the color white.
This was especially true for the white warhorses.
However, the white war horse wasn't afraid of the Night Owl at all.
On the contrary, he ran faster and faster.
A hint of disdain appeared on the face of the Knight on the White Horse. He lowered his visor and raised the spear that was pointing diagonally at the night sky. The sharp tip of the spear was pointed straight at Kieran.
The White Horse Knight had absolute confidence that he would be able to take down Kieran with a single strike.
It wasn't just because he had the best warhorse in Warren, it was also because of the spear in his hand.
This was not a standard spear used by cavalrymen, but a scaled down version of a former dragon spear.
However, even though it had shrunk, it was still about four meters long. It was tough and sharp, and with the enchantment from the Magi, it was even more indestructible.
Coupled with the charging force of the warhorse, even a piece of steel would be pierced through, let alone a person.
And it was precisely because of the warhorse and the spear that he had gained the reputation of being undefeated in every battle.
Then, he looked at his opponent.
It was a heavy two-handed greatsword.
Perhaps it was incomparably ferocious when fighting on the ground.
But in a cavalry battle?
As long as he was a qualified cavalryman, he would be able to find a fatal weakness.
The length!
That two-handed greatsword was as tall as a man. It was already quite impressive among the conventional weapons.
However, compared to a three-meter long cavalry spear?
The difference was not just a little bit.
Moreover, he was using a scaled down version of the dragon spear.
And...
The charging force of the spear.
He had more than one advantage. The outcome of the battle had been decided from the very beginning!
"I am the victor!"
The White Horse Knight declared his victory.
In his mind, he was already imagining the reward that Jeanne James would give him.
Thus, the white warhorse sped up and the spear in his hand became steadier.
The White Horse Knight was eager to win this battle.
Da Da Da!
One white, one black.
One charging, one going up.
Both sides were getting closer and closer. The White Horse Knight was calculating the distance in his heart. Then...
He thrust his spear!
The spear was as fast as a shooting star. The air-breaking sound formed a rapid wind pressure, like an arrow fired from a bow, flying towards Kieran.
Sou!
However, this gust of wind pressure missed its target.
Not only did the wind pressure fail, but the spear that came after it also missed its target.
"What?!"
Looking at the empty back of the Night Owl, the White Horse Knight cried out in shock.
Instinctively, the White Horse Knight wanted to retract his spear and thrust it towards the belly of the Night Owl.
The White Horse Knight was confident that Kieran was hiding there.
However, it was too late.
Or rather, it was too slow.
The four-meter long spear had an unreachable attack range when it was thrust out. However, its excessive length meant that it could not be used flexibly.
Puff!
The dark red greatsword swept horizontally.
The two horses crossed each other, and Kieran was once again sitting on the back of the Night Owl.
The White Horse Knight charged forward two steps with the warhorse, and the upper half of his body fell to the ground.
A book glowing with green light and some equipment appeared on the man's body.
The white warhorse neighed in sorrow for its master's passing.
Kieran calmly picked up his spoils of war.
He would not feel sad for the passing of his enemy.
If it wasn't for Kieran's Grand Master [Riding Skill] and the Nightingale that was different from a common warhorse, he would have been the one who died.
A common warhorse would not be able to reach the same level as the Night Owl, carrying so many heavy items on its back and still allowing Kieran to skillfully step on the ground and hide.
Kieran was afraid that the slightest movement with all the heavy items on his back would cause him to fall along with the warhorse. Even with Grand Master [Riding], it wouldn't work.
After all, [Riding] couldn't change the nature of the mount.
Without paying much attention to the two spoils of war, Kieran's attention was attracted by the tightly shut palace gate.
His sharp Intuition allowed him to clearly feel the heavy malicious intent from the gate.
Tssk Gak!
At the next moment, the tightly shut gate slowly opened up under Kieran's gaze.
After the slightly irritating sound of the hinges rubbing against the door frame, it was followed by a depressing silence.
Even the night breeze had stopped at this moment.
All that was left was the unchanging darkness behind the palace gate.
It was as if the place had become the mouth of a giant beast, waiting for Kieran to fall into its trap.
Kieran's face was calm, his eyes looking at the scene calmly.
[Fear: You are within Target's Fear range, Spirit has passed the authentication, no debuffs occurred …]
[Fear: You are within Target's Fear range, Spirit has passed the authentication, no debuffs occurred …]
The battlelog notifications kept popping up, clearly telling him that the scene before his eyes was not a trick.
Still, it wasn't the reason for Kieran to back off.
After spending so much effort, Kieran did not come here just to get two or three pieces of Magic rank equipment.
A thought came into his mind.
The Night Owl, who was connected to Kieran's mind, stomped its hooves and dashed into the palace gate like an arrow let loose.
Tssk Gak!
After Kieran dashed in, the gate gave out another irritating screech.
It slowly closed up.
The night breeze once again caressed the land.
Everything seemed to have returned to the peaceful night.
Suddenly …
KABOOM!
Inside the palace, a blazing flame rose up to the sky.
PS: First update ~
Decadent's hands were broken, every time he added a new update, he would sleep late.
Once he slept late, he wouldn't be able to wake up the next day, he would have to update late …
Sigh, it was a vicious cycle!
Two updates today, everyone, let Decadent rest for a day, we will continue tomorrow!
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