A cool and refreshing wind blew through the Soti pine forest, and the leaves rustled against each other. The fragrance of wheat floated from the distant fields, and peace and quiet descended on this land.
Bertol held the reins and walked on the forest path with Talinnam, who was already a knight of the kingdom. This was their familiar home. He was so familiar with every path in the forest because he was the master of this land.
Talinnam has also helped him manage this territory for several years.
They are servants and lords, and at the same time, they are also close comrades-in-arms. In recent years, news has continued to spread that Talinnam is Berto's illegitimate son, but the upright Berto never explains. People who understand you, no need to explain,
For people who don't understand you, it's useless to explain. This is the creed that Berto has always adhered to.
The foal crossed the hills and the gurgling stream. They had not felt so relaxed and at ease for a long time. The unpolluted air was so fresh. Berto took a deep breath of the forest air. This is the breath of life, life.
The smell. Compared to the forests of Athel Loren a few months ago, it was so much better here.
In the past few months, they have been on the road, fighting against the undead army. The land polluted by vampires is so stinky, the air is filled with a thick rotten smell, and the rotting corpses are awakened by the necromancer and dragged
The sight of walking in the fields with a broken arm is so disgusting. The polluted land may not be cured for decades. Bertol is very lucky that his territory has not been polluted, despite vampires and green skins.
The threat has never ceased.
After recovering from his memories, Berto found that he had gone a long way, almost leaving his own territory.
Talinnam followed leisurely behind him. For a moment, Bertto looked at him and felt very pleased. Eight years ago, when Talinnam was still a poor boy, he chose him. At that time, he was so young.
Astringent and immature. Now, his body and face are covered with knife marks and scars. They are marks after years of baptism and are witnesses of glory.
Compared to the new knights of Bretonnia, Bertol felt that Talinnam was more worthy of being a true knight. He had explored, sacrificed his blood for the kingdom, saved the Bretonnian legions, and even received
The blessings of the Lake Goddess. These are all real.
In recent years, the young men who have just come of age and have been promoted to knights in Bretonnia have nothing but fair, handsome faces and hereditary status. Sometimes, Bertol even worries about the future of this kingdom.
However, he is not a king, so he cannot do much and can only drift with the tide of the times.
As they walked, they came to a dilapidated tower, which was a defensive sentry tower built decades ago. The tower was dilapidated, the base was overgrown with weeds, and the marks of stone bullets could even be seen on the tower.
Traces. Bertol knew that they were traces left by orc slings. Green-skinned beastmen would wreak havoc in Bretonnia every once in a while, and the pain of the war was still indelible. Bertol remembered those with long
They look like green-skinned beasts, they are tireless, and only fighting can excite them. Moreover, their numbers are endless, and Bertol even suspects that these beasts do not reproduce normally, but grow out of the cracks in the stones. The Border Prince Territory has always been considered
The frontier of the human world, but Berto has always wanted to know, what is to the south?
A burst of rapid hoofbeats attracted the attention of the two people. The elf war horse under Bertot's crotch neighed uneasily. Bertot was about to leave, but a group of cavalry appeared not far away. They were not ordinary cavalry...
"It's the Blood Knight!"
Tarynham shouted.
"Four, five... no, it's a team!"
The approaching figure made Talinnam more and more nervous. Although he knew that the strength of the enemy was very different from ours, due to the way of knights, he could not be afraid of the enemy in battle. Neither Talinnam nor the lord Bertol ran away. Instead, they faced the oncoming attack.
Blood Knight Troop.
"May the Lady of the Lake favor you, Tallinn."
Berto turned around and smiled. Calmness and reason were written all over his old face. He knew that when they meet on a narrow road, the brave will win. Not only is it against chivalry to escape, but they may not be able to escape...
"May the Lady of the Lake bless us!"
Talinnam retorted and drew his sword.
"Oh, forget it, the Lady of the Lake has never favored me, not before, and never will in the future. I have no chance to become a Knight of the Holy Grail in this life, but you can."
Berto smiled and took the knight's spear from Talinnam.
Oncoming were twelve Blood Dragon Knights. Their armors seemed to be soaked in blood, showing a terrifying dark red color. Their handsome faces were hidden under the gorgeous armors. Talinnam knew that these knights were definitely not.
Ordinary humans, they are all vampires. Being able to become blood knights, these vampires are definitely the strongest among their kind.
With human physiques, they are no match for vampires. Even the knights of the Kingdom of Bretonnia can barely fight as a team against each other. Even the Holy Grail Knights of Bretonnia cannot compete with them. But now, Bertol and himself,
The two of them had to face a whole team of blood knights. It was sad that they and Lord Bertol had fought in all directions and had countless adventures, but in the end they fell under the swords of a group of blood knights they met by chance.
"So, where are you going?"
Riding on his horse, Berto shouted loudly. Even though the strength between the enemy and ourselves was vastly different, there was no trace of fear on the old lord's face. The silver-white knight's armor sparkled in the weak sunlight.
Soon, a leading knight walked out from among the twelve blood knights on the opposite side. He was a knight who was taller than the other vampires. His fiery red armor was extremely luxurious, and his shoulder armor was in the shape of a swirl, with two heads carved on the end.
The eagle's head and breastplate are painted with the red dragon emblem, and the lifelike relief has an undercurrent, as if it is a living, beating heart. Similarly, the leader of the Blood Knight holds a spear and steps leisurely.
Walking towards Lord Bertol at a slow pace.
"It's just a passing passage, old knight. You can go away. For the sake of the small number of you, I will not massacre the weak."
The commander of the Blood Knights was fully armored and said arrogantly. They were neither far nor close, and they had to roar to be heard clearly.
"The real weakness lies in the heart, not the body."
Berto responded coldly——
"In the name of the Lady of the Lake, stay away from my land. Otherwise, under the spear, all living beings are equal."
After listening, the blood knight commander sneered. He did not respond directly. Instead, he turned around and nodded to his subordinates. He saw the twelve blood knights retreating neatly. They held spears and swords in their hands, but they did not make any move.
A posture of charging and fighting.
Just when Talinnam was puzzled, the blood knight commander tightened his grip on the spear.
"Come on, knight, let's go one on one. I admire your courage. Today, if you defeat me, I will let my troops bypass your territory. But if you lose, I will pick you off.
I will dig out your heart from my chest and hang it in my hall as a victory gift."
The blood knight said, and the war horse under his crotch had already roared like a war beast. It was a death war horse made of white bones and rotten flesh, and the heavy armor covered the skin, making it not look too scary.
Under the dim sunlight, the old lord Bertot put on his helmet and faceplate. He had experienced countless life-and-death battles, so it might as well do it again.
The war horses neighed, and the two knights launched a fierce charge towards each other...