The sun was slowly setting, and winter was approaching. The villagers respectfully added firewood to the fire in the hut. At the same time, they also asked Laing what he wanted to eat for dinner. They would try their best to get it for Laing, but Laing said that he had brought food with him, so there was no need to bother.
Even so, the villagers still sent Laing two fish and a rabbit.
After laying the ground with wood and straw and sitting by the fire, Laing gently hugged Veronica's proud body and said softly, "There are still a few hours before the sun sets. Vampires always like to come out after ten or even eleven o 'clock at night. Before that, we …"
"Laing! You bastard! " Before Laing could finish his words, Veronica stepped on his foot fiercely, her face red. "Don't you know where we are?! When we return to your territory, I will naturally spend more time with you. Not here, it's too dirty, and we will be seen by others. "
"That's not what I meant, my Great Witch!" Laing complained, "Veronica, I'm not that kind of person. How can I have such thoughts in the face of a war? What I meant was, let's have a good talk."
Veronica rolled her eyes at him. The Great Witch reached out and pushed away Laing's big hand that was around her waist. Then, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes looked at the fire burning in the middle of the hut and the grilled fish on the fire. She then said, "What does my Great Knight want to say to me?"
Laing's blue eyes reflected the fire in the hut. The Holy Grail Knight was silent for a long time.
"Did you think that I would have this day? Chosen of God champion? A hereditary baron? " Laing stuffed a piece of firewood that the villagers sent over into the fire. Unexpectedly, he was a little dispirited.
"I did. I've always believed in you, Ryan, my man." The expression on Veronica's face softened. She held Laing's rough hand and said, "I just didn't expect it to be so fast. There are less than a thousand great nobles in Brittany. Even if you include all the Holy Grail Knights, there are less than a thousand and five hundred of them. You have entered the core of this country. Well done."
"But I'm not satisfied." Laing shook his head and thought for a while before continuing, "Did you know, Veronica? The Lady told me that another Eternal Chosen of Chaos has been born in the North."
"Another Eternal God of Chaos?! But … hasn't it only been 150 years since the great Holy War? "Veronica asked in surprise.
"The birth of the Eternal Chosen of Chaos has nothing to do with time, my dear." Laing caressed Veronica's hand and continued.
Just as the Lady of the Lake had said, the birth of the Eternal Chosen of Chaos had nothing to do with time. There was no concept of time in the subspace, only endless war and endless chaos.
The most typical example was something that High Elf Grand Mage Tegris had discovered. A newly fallen high elf could actually find records of the war between Anarion and Chaos thousands of years ago. This fallen high elf was slain by Anarion's army.
Thinking about it in detail made one's hair stand on end. Was the fall of certain people destined? Was the future of the world destined to fall into darkness?
He did not know. Even the Emperor could not give Laing an answer on this point.
Also, did the Four Gods of Chaos really need an Eternal Chosen of God?
Actually, that was not the case. The greatest joy of the Four Gods of Chaos was in fighting each other in the subspace. The prime material plane was just a snack in their spare time. As for the Eternal Chosen of God's desire to destroy the world, the Four Gods of Chaos did not have much interest in it.
Therefore, the Four Gods of Chaos set up tests of astonishing difficulty for the Eternal Chosen of God. To them, if they did not pass the test and died, then they deserved it. Instead, the Four Gods of Chaos would get a lot of fun. If someone could really pass the test, then such an excellent fighter would satisfy their needs.
Ever since the ancient saint's portal was destroyed, only five Chaos Champions had passed the test and become the Eternal Chosen of Chaos. Therefore, logically speaking, the current Eternal Chosen of Chaos should be the fifth.
Then why was it that only two Eternal Chosen of Chaos were recorded in history — the first 'Unifier' Moka, the second 'Anointed' Isaac Kuval — had led their armies south?
It was because the other two had not been able to unite the northern barbarians in time before they were slain by other demon princes or chaos demons.
"I need your help. I need even more help, Veronica." Laing did not intend to say anything more. He only looked at Veronica and said, "First of all, I need to finish the construction of my territory. I need to build a strong army and a stable rear."
"Since I'm here, of course I'm here to help you, Laing," Veronica said sweetly. Veronica smiled sweetly and said, "I've already discussed it with Chancellor Margarita. When the Wizard Tower is finished, Jialan will set up a branch here. We'll send some apprentices here regularly to study and practice. We'll also help you build your territory."
"…" Laing did not say anything. He knew that the Garland Council had their own considerations. However, Laing could not refuse because he really did need the help of the witches.
Just as Veronica had said, the Lake Fairy's influence was too large. He needed a new force to balance it out.
After chatting for a while, the two ate some dry rations and enjoyed the original taste of grilled fish and roasted rabbit.
Outside, the moon was high in the sky, and the cold air was getting colder.
Laing signaled that it was time to act, and Veronica nodded. The witch changed out of her favorite coat and skirt and put on a fiery red combat leather jacket and pants. Laing also put on his own psionic power armor. "What a beautiful armor. Did your lady give it to you?"
"No, my father gave it to me." Laing put on the armor. Under the power of psionic power, the whole set of armor glowed, and a powerful psionic shield appeared inside the armor. Then, Laing carried the one-and-a-half-meter long Nemesis on his back, raised his Griffin Warhammer, and led his mount out of the house.
Outside the house, all the villagers had gathered. They stood in silence, watching the Grail Knight and the witch beside him leave.
Everyone held a candle in their hand, and they shouted the name of the Lake Fairy. Then, they looked at Laing with hope.
This was hope, responsibility, and pressure. The Grail Knight was the embodiment of the eight virtues of a knight. He was the last hope of the people of this country.
Moonlight covered the ground, and the cold wind of late autumn shrouded the sky. The soft soil gradually became harder and harder. Laing and Veronica were both leading their horses. Laing looked at the small forest and suddenly smiled. "Are you not used to it?"
"The situation is different, my Grand Knight." Veronica walked in front of Laing and did not look back. "You are now a great noble."
The witch was beautiful under the moonlight, but Laing did not have time to appreciate it, because he soon found the traces of the Blood Knight.
Or it could be said that the Blood Knight deliberately left these traces for Laing to find.
He was looking for the Blood Knight, and the Blood Knight was looking for the Grail Knight.
Following the road, Laing and Veronica entered the southwest part of the Chalon Forest. Here, they were not far from Laing's territory. It would only take three to four hours to get there if they rode at full speed on a horse.
Most of the trees in the dense forest had already shed their leaves in autumn, leaving the ground full of fallen leaves and dried branches. The Black Forest was getting gloomier and gloomier. The messy bushes and the gloomy atmosphere were suppressing the nerves of Laing and Veronica.
"Do the Blood Knights hate the Grail Knight so much?" The legendary witch was a little unhappy about going into the forest in the middle of the night. She took the initiative to start a conversation. "Is it good to fight the Grail Knight in the forest?"
"No, my dear. First of all, the Blood Knights are vampires. No matter how stupid they are, they know that they can't suck blood on the side of the road. As for the Grail Knight … Yes, the Blood Knights are very powerful, but they are still vampires after all. Like normal vampires, they also have a strong thirst for blood, so they also have to find their own blood source." Laing moved forward in the forest and answered Veronica's question. "However, they believe that, just like their leader Abo Wallace, they can also curb their thirst for blood through promotion and strength."
"In fact, there are Blood Knights who have successfully overcome the thirst for blood through promotion to the Sanctum. For example, Abo Wallace, who is known as the ancestor of the Blood Dragons, was promoted to the Sanctum by killing a red fire dragon with his own hands. He drank the dragon's blood to lift the curse of the Lord of the Dead, Nagash, and gained more power. So, Abo Wallace dismissed the Blood Knights who followed him and asked them to find challenges on their own. If they could promote themselves to the Sanctum during the journey, they would be rid of the curse of vampires forever. Then, Abo Wallace would appear and recruit them back to the team."
"The Knights of Duty see the Blood Knights as prey and enemies, and the Blood Knights see the Grail Knight as prey and enemies. Sometimes, the hunter will become the prey." As soon as Laing's voice trailed off, he and Veronica stopped at the same time.
There was movement in front.
Under the faint moonlight, in the open space between the woodlands, a figure with a blood-red glow on his body and a spear and a giant shield stood in the Black Forest, confronting a fully-armed Brittany Ranger Knight.
The Blood Knight was dressed in black armor with various patterns of death and slaughter painted on it. He held a fallen weapon in his hand. Dark runes were engraved on the ancient weapon, emitting a red glow. The giant shield in his hand was still painted with the knight's coat of arms of the Blood Dragon Knights, and the coat of arms and crown had changed into the shape of an evil dragon and dragon wings.
The Nightmare Horse spat out stinky green flames in the cold autumn air and stared straight at the young Ranger Knight in front of it. The Ranger Knight opposite the Blood Knight looked very young. He was dressed in mail armor, protective gear, and a kite helmet. He raised his lance and challenged the Blood Knight. "I am Sibot Le Zangor. In the name of the Lady of the Lake, I have come to destroy evil for the Brittany! Get on your horse, raise your lance, and accept the judgment of justice! May the Lady of the Lake grant me victory! "
Having said that, the young Ranger Knight raised his lance and challenged the Blood Knight. The Ranger Knight was very nervous. His forehead was sweating slightly, and his lance was shaking a little.
After a few seconds of awkward silence, the Blood Knight spoke. Unlike many undead, his voice was full of confidence and calmness. "Get lost, young man. I'm not looking for you. I'm not interested in this kind of unfair battle. You're very lucky, Ranger Knight of the Brittany. I've just drunk enough blood, so get lost, child."
A kind of hysterical anger surged in the young Ranger Knight's heart. He decided to ignore the Blood Knight's nonsense. He also saw the farmer's dried corpse. It was obvious that the Blood Knight had just had a good meal.
"For the Lady of the Lake and Baldero, for the Brittany!" Thus, the young Ranger Knight urged his horse to gallop forward. Under the faint moonlight, the Ranger Knight's heart had never been so excited and fanatical. The powerful Blood Knight was right in front of him, and as long as he could defeat him, he would be able to win the Lady's favor. He even wanted to shout out loud to express his joy.
The Blood Knight's expression was hidden behind his helmet. It was almost impossible to see the Blood Knight's expression. He did not move at all, allowing the Ranger Knight to charge at him.
"Ha!" "Crack!" The Ranger Knight's angry roar and the sound of the lance breaking rang out almost at the same time.
I did it! It was a textbook attack. Saibert Le Zanger could hear the sound of the iron spear piercing through the Blood Knight's chest. That was the sound of the spear piercing through flesh. No living creature could withstand such a perfect attack! At least, the young Ranger Knight did not think so!
Thus, he turned around and inhaled a large amount of cold air into his lungs. The Ranger Knight could not wait to turn around and check the results of his battle. However, before he could see what happened to the Blood Knight, he heard a round of applause.
The Blood Knight was clapping.
"It's a beautiful and standard attack. Young man, I can feel it. Alright, now ride your horse, take your shield, and leave this forest." The Blood Knight's voice was still calm and confident. "I enjoy this kind of spear duel, but not with a weak knight like you. I'm warning you for the last time. Leave this place. My strength is beyond your imagination."
After saying that, the Blood Knight grabbed the lance head that was stuck in his chest and used brute force to pull out the iron lance head. Other than a small amount of blood on the lance head, the Blood Knight's wound healed at an extremely fast speed. In just ten seconds, the Ranger Knight's achievement was gone.
At this moment, the smile on the Ranger Knight's face had not even disappeared. He froze just like that.
Saibert Le Zanger could only feel his hands trembling. His body was shaking, and his head was dizzy. At a certain moment, he really wanted to run away.
Run away. Run away from this forest. Run away from this place. The strong enemy in front of him was unbeatable. A perfect lance thrust was already the Ranger Knight's most powerful attack. Even so, it could not hurt the enemy in front of him?
The Blood Knight noticed the wavering in the Ranger Knight's eyes.
However, this wavering quickly disappeared. The young Ranger Knight threw his broken lance to the side and used his trembling hands to grab the longsword at his waist.
Clang! The longsword was unsheathed and made a series of pleasant sounds. Saibert Le Zanger held the longsword in his hand tightly and raised his shield that had the coat of arms of the Poseidon family.
"I've prayed to the Lady many times. I've also seen her supreme appearance from pictures.
I'm the Lady's knight. I'd rather die than retreat in the face of evil. I'm fearless in the face of darkness! "
After saying that, the young Ranger Knight spurred his horse forward again.
"For the Lady! For Brittany! "
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