The night was dark and everything was quiet.
A figure clad in full armor was striding towards Knight Nelson's tent.
"Halt! Who are you? Identify yourself! "
In front of the tent, Knight Narson's personal guards immediately stopped the unknown armored figure.
The Armored Man calmly took off his helmet.
"Marquis … Lord Charles!"
As a direct subordinate of the House of Saint Hilde, it was impossible for them not to recognize Charles.
However, the personal guards couldn't believe their eyes. They had heard that the eldest son of the Duke Of Saint Hilde had died in the Troll Empire. How could he appear here?
Charles glanced at the shocked guards with an expressionless face and then walked towards the tent.
The personal guards didn't dare to stop him.
In the tent, Knight Narson heard the commotion outside. Just as he was wondering why the personal guards let someone in without informing him, he saw Charles' familiar face appear in front of him.
"Lord Charles …"
Knight Narson was also completely dumbfounded. He was clearly shocked by Charles' resurrection.
"You … Didn't you …"
"Those were rumors that I asked Viscount Angley to spread."
Charles spoke, but his tone was strange. It was as though he couldn't speak properly after not speaking for a long time.
"What's wrong with your throat?"
"Cough, cough. My throat was injured."
Colin was helpless. Even though he could control the blood thrall to speak, it took a lot of effort to do so. Moreover, his tone was very strange.
Fortunately, Knight Narson's attention wasn't on this. After hearing Charles' explanation, he didn't harp on it and hurriedly bowed.
Although Charles had been stripped of his title, he had represented the Duke Of Saint Hilde in the Golden Lion Legion for a period of time. Therefore, Knight Narson could be considered his old subordinate.
"I need you to immediately lead the army back to Chilly Winter!" Charles said in a commanding tone.
Knight Nelson's expression froze, and he slowly raised his head, the respect on his face gradually disappearing.
"Lord Charles, I don't know what Viscount Angley told you. Now, we have a chance to fight to the death with the Dwarves. Why are we retreating to Winter Castle?"
"Are you sure you can win?" Charles asked expressionlessly.
Knight Narson shook his head and said, "The situation on the battlefield is ever-changing. Who dares to say that victory is certain?"
Charles' lips curled into a stiff sneer. "Then if you lose, can you bear the responsibility?"
"If I lose, I will atone for my sins with my death!" Knight Narson replied firmly.
"Hehe. If the Golden Lion Legion dies in this battle, the Northern Frontier will fall into the hands of the House of St. Theon. Even if you die a thousand times, you won't be able to atone for your sins. "
Knight Narson was silent for a moment, but the look in his eyes became more and more resolute. He shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Sir Charles. The order I received from the Lord Duke was to defend the Riverrun River to the death and not allow the Dawson clan's army to take even half a step forward! "
"Father is already dead."
"Before seeing the Lord Duke's body with my own eyes, please forgive me for not acknowledging his death."
At this point, Colin realized that there was no way to persuade Knight Narson.
Since he couldn't persuade him with words, he would have to use another method.
The air in the tent gradually froze. Charles spoke in a cold voice, "Narson, are you determined to fight me to the end?"
"My apologies, Lord Charles." Knight Narson lowered his head in apology, but he refused to budge.
* Clang! *
The next second, a cold glint flashed.
Knight Narson's heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly leaned back, narrowly avoiding Charles' fatal strike.
"Lord Charles! What are you doing? "Knight Narson clearly didn't expect Charles to kill him without a word.
"I'm going to kill you, you traitor of the House of Saint Hilde!"
Charles roared as he drew closer with his sword.
Seeing the killing intent on Charles' face, Knight Narson didn't dare to be careless. He immediately drew his sword from his waist and stabbed towards Charles' chest.
Knight Narson's intention was to force Charles to retreat, but he didn't expect Charles to ignore it and continue to charge forward.
By the time Knight Narson realized that something was wrong and prepared to change his move, it was already too late.
"Lord Charles! Retreat! "
Charles completely ignored Knight Narson's warning and impatiently charged towards the cold glint of the sword.
* Chi! *
The longsword pierced through Charles' chest.
At the same time, Charles' longsword struck Narson's shoulder, almost severing his right arm.
However, Knight Narson didn't have the heart to care about his injuries. He looked at Charles, who was so close to him, in a daze.
"My, my Lord …" The guards who heard the commotion and came to investigate appeared in the tent. When they saw the scene in front of them, they were also stunned.
Knight Narson killed Charles Saint Hilde?!
Blood flowed out of Charles' mouth like a fountain, but a strange smile appeared on his face.
"What happened?" Knight Kanbenin's voice came from outside the tent.
Hearing this voice, Knight Narson painfully closed his eyes.
He knew that he was done for.
… …
"What happened?"
Count Aulmann walked out of the tent and looked at the noisy scene in the distance. He asked in confusion.
The guards also shook their heads in confusion.
"Go take a look."
"Yes." A personal guard immediately obeyed the order and ran towards Knight Narson's tent.
Count Aulmann was about to go back and wait for news when he saw a figure in full armour walking towards him.
"Halt! Who is it? "
The guards immediately went forward to stop her.
The armoured person decisively took off her helmet, revealing a beautiful face.
"Cynthia Sudo?" Earl Oman recognized his niece at a glance. "You've been gone for so long. Where have you been?"
"Uncle, I've been hiding in Icestone City. I finally found a big secret of the Angele family!"
"What secret?" Count Aulmann felt that Cynthia's tone was strange, but when he heard the word 'secret', his attention was immediately drawn.
"I discovered that the reason Viscount Angley's strength could increase so quickly was because …"
Cynthia spoke as she approached Count Aulmann.
When the two were less than three steps apart, she suddenly charged forward. A cold light flashed in her hand. It was a dagger.
* Tch! *
The dagger stabbed into Count Aulmann's abdomen, but a large hand held it tightly, preventing it from going any deeper.
"Why did you betray me?"
Count Aulmann's face was terrifyingly dark as he looked into Cynthia's eyes.
However, he did not see any guilt or hesitation in her eyes. There was only a deep and silent coldness, like a beast that had died a long time ago.
* Bang bang bang! *
Just as Count Aulmann was shocked by Cynthia's gaze, a series of earth-shattering footsteps came from behind him.
A large armoured person charged over like a giant elephant.
His personal guards immediately drew their swords to stop him, but they were easily swatted away like flies.
Count Aulmann immediately realized that this was a trap for him.
He immediately roared and kicked Cynthia, who was in front of him, away. He turned around and punched out.
The golden Holy Light spread forward like flowing water, forming a solid barrier in front of him.
* Rumble! *
The golden barrier shattered in an instant, and Count Auldmann could only feel his arms creaking under the weight.
The wound on his abdomen instantly tore open, and the heart-wrenching pain almost made him lose his footing.
* Pu! *
Count Aulmann could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body was sent flying by the terrifying impact.
As soon as he landed, he ran back without hesitation, shouting at the same time, "I'm sorry.
"Assassin!"
This shout was like a spark falling into dry wood, igniting the entire camp.
Countless soldiers of the Aulmann family raised their weapons and charged over, wanting to protect their Count.
Seeing that the situation was bad, the armoured person and Cynthia did not waste any more time and immediately turned to run.
Soon, they disappeared into the darkness of the night.
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