Three days later, the Kingdom of Thebes landed five kilometers outside the city.

"Lord Britz, King's Landing is ahead, and we are about to arrive!" A knight dressed in Theban full-body plate armor pointed to the looming giant city in front of him, and the giant-like tall arrow towers, that is the corner of King's Landing, the largest city in the south of the Theban Kingdom, the third largest city in the country, and the political, military and economic center of the south.

After several days of fleeing, the knights even removed their leg armor and arm armor in order to move quickly, and everyone's face was covered with mud and exhaustion after the journey, and they looked dusty.

When they saw the giant city in front of them, several knights finally relaxed, breathed a long sigh of relief, and the shadow that pressed on their hearts finally dissipated.

I've been worried about it for the past few days, for fear that the group of undead knights will suddenly appear behind or in front of them, kill themselves and others, and become one of them.

However, now that they are in King's Landing, they finally don't have to worry about it anymore, no matter how strong the Death Knights are, Prince Klinsmann can still tear them to pieces.

However, for Viscount Britz, arriving in this city is his beginning.

"Count Kuruman was killed by the undead, but unfortunately I can't save him, the enemy is too strong, I can only watch him be killed, I want to avenge him. Blitz had been silently saying this in his mind, and he wanted to convince himself that it was the undead who killed Count Kurumman, not himself.

Only in this way can he deceive the boss of the Mage Guild in King's Landing, and he can have the possibility of continuing to rise.

"Into town!"

Count Kuruman died, and Viscount Britz, the second most powerful in the army, became the backbone of these people, and even Viscount Kambaru, who had a conflict with Viscount Britz, had to listen to him at this moment.

Everyone waved the reins with difficulty, and the war horses under their crotches also moved step by step.

After ten minutes, they finally moved to the city gate.

"Stop!

The two soldiers guarding the gate of the city drew their swords and pointed at the crowd, and the patrol troops patrolling nearby also hurried over and surrounded Viscount Britz and his group.

"Elite!"

Britz noticed that even when they were running, the formation of this patrol force did not change too much, and they could even keep their steps in line when they surrounded themselves and others, and they were divided into small groups of five people, and it could be seen from the way they started to move, that each fighter was absolutely good, and that their eyes were constantly swimming around the opponent's chest and neck, and that when they struck, it would be a killer move, and there would be no other superfluous movements.

Britz is sure that even if he is a third-level peak knight, he will not be able to hold out for three rounds under the entanglement of two groups.

"Don't do it, we're Count Kurumman's men!" shouted Britz, holding a piece of paper in his hand and holding it high.

"Count Kurumman's subordinates? It stands to reason that Count Kuruman was sent to conquer Remloth Castle, and he should have succeeded by now, right? Since you are his vanguard, why haven't you seen the captured Prince Wallen?"

Out of the patrol came a city patrol officer, judging by the silver snake badge on his shoulder, a knight of rank 4, one of the three city patrol officers on the eastern wall of King's Landing.

"I've seen this Patrolman. Britz dismounted, his eyes a little gloomy, "It's a long story, I want to meet His Royal Highness Prince Klinsmann." ”

"Meet Your Highness the Prince, you are just a small viscount, how can Your Highness the Prince meet you as you want?" the city patrol officer glanced at Britz with some disdain.

"Your Excellency the City Patrol, the situation is urgent, and I must meet His Royal Highness the Prince, and I hope that His Excellency the City Patrol Officer will help report it. Britz pleaded in a sincere tone.

"It's, okay. Wait here, I'll send someone to ask. "When the city inspector sees Britz like this, I'm afraid there is something really important.

"Phip, you ride a fast horse to the prince's palace to ask for instructions, go and return quickly. ”

"Yes!"

In order not to delay the important matter, the city patrol decided to send someone to ask, so as not to punish himself by His Royal Highness the Prince.

The soldier named by the city patrol mounted a fast horse and flew towards the city.

The city patrol watched the creeps leave, disappear from view, and then turned around.

"You are tired, so come and rest with me. The city patrol officer found that the leg armor and arm armor of this group were removed, and it seemed that they were evading the pursuit, and he became more and more sure of his thoughts.

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey. Britz bowed slightly in respect.

The surrounding patrol team put down their weapons and returned to the city in formation to continue patrolling.

The city patrol officer handed over the patrol task to his captains, and he took Britz and others back to the patrol team camp in the city.

"Sit down, you should drink some broth on a cold day, 'black skin'!Give a few bowls of venison soup to a few knights!" As soon as the city patrol officer entered the room, he took off his mask and helmet, and warmly beckoned Britz and the others to sit down.

"His Royal Highness Prince Klinsmann has allowed Viscount Britz to enter the palace, but the other knights are invited to rest here for a while!"

While the knights were gulping down the broth, the soldier who had been sent to report it also returned with the Prince's order.

"Brother Oscar, I'll go first. The matter I am about to report is no small matter. Britz put down the bowl in his hand, wiped his mouth, and stood up, speaking to Oscar, the city patrolman.

At the time of the conversation, Britz and Oscar were already brothers.

"Go on, Brother Britz!" Oscar said with a wave of his hand to Britz.

Blitz didn't say anything more, turned and walked out the door.

"Your Excellency Viscount Britz, I will take you into the Prince's Palace later, and you must not wander around. The soldier who had gone to report the news said respectfully to Britz, who had come to the Prince's Palace for the first time, for fear that he would cause disaster if he walked around.

"Don't worry, I have something important to report, and I don't have so much time to walk around. Britz shook his head and drove his horse on.

According to the tradition of the Theban Kingdom, the prince's court was located in the east of King's Landing, which means "the land of light", and because the city is located in the northeast, King's Landing is also called "Stantis of the northeast".

Under the light of winter, the glazed tiles on the palace walls are dazzling, reflecting the sunlight into color, shining on the smooth snow on the roadside, reflecting the whole palace white and flawless, extremely holy.

Britz couldn't help but take a step forward, but the two soldiers guarding the gate crossed their axes and blocked the way.

"Near the Prince's Palace, it is forbidden to ride horses!" The two soldiers glared angrily, and their fighting spirit was unkempt, and even the people who watched the gate were second-class knights!

"I'm sorry, I'm Viscount Britz under Count Kurumman, and I have something important to report to His Royal Highness. Britz dismounted and bowed, lowering his posture.

"We know, let's go in!" the two soldiers, apparently aware, let Britz in when he was named.

Britz took a deep breath, shook his body, and headed straight for the palace.