"Lloyd, do you still stick to your previous opinion?"

"My lord, I just don't understand why I want to keep Molai's seed." The Highland Samurai replied in a gruff voice.

"Marsnekta is nothing now, and the king of the Scots arranged a hunting accident, and he was completely ruined." Uisdin smiled wryly, "Do you remember what my father looked like back then?" From a warrior who can scare the lords of Orkney to a fat pig who is addicted to alcohol, he has so many beautiful slaves, but he can only sleep like an ascetic. No, Morley is not our enemy, Malcolm and that England bitch bastard is the real threat, and if I have the chance, I'll crush that kid's skull with my own hands. ”

"Would the Morais recognize a ruler from Scotland?" The Lloyd guards still had some illusions that if they told the lords about the king's scheme, would they end up joining them?

"The highlanders don't care about the danger in twenty years' time, they see a clean Marsnecta now, and they will deceive themselves that everything is just a return to the way it was." Uisdin commented harshly, but he suddenly began to feel sad, "My father said that women can ruin our life's inheritance, and although Molai is defeated, at least there is a bastard, what am I left behind?" A wife who opens her legs to someone else? Hatred for the whole Highlands? Or is it this ridiculous rebellion? ”

By this time Angus had left, and the boy had only one guard left by his side, and his black sword had been knocked down by Lloyd at Inverness Castle, and the most valuable thing on his body was the silver chain mail. Near Elgin, Angus saw the camp of the Scots, and he did not dare to approach the invaders, but only hid his guards - Elgin was not very friendly to the people of Ouisdin these days.

"Your Excellency!" A familiar voice came from among the trees.

"Gillick?" Angus was overjoyed, "Why are you here?" ”

"Be quiet, kid, you're going to hurt us to be discovered."

"Master Kenneth!" Angus finally saw his swordsmanship teacher, who was tending to the gray mule just now, and with the dark cloak on his body, Angus didn't even notice his presence.

"Where are we going now?" Gillick asked first.

"My lord told me to protect the little master and go to Molay." The guard replied angrily.

"No, I'm going to see my parents first." Angus's tone was unmistakable, "They live not far from the neighborhood. ”

At this, he shuddered suddenly, the place was so close to the terrible monastery that he had back then, and the last memory he wanted to face was hidden in the gray tower of the monastery.

Now that the young master had spoken, there was no reason for the others to refuse, and besides, an ordinary village was safer than a castle occupied by the enemy.

The cold wind roared around him, trying to pull off the robes that covered the armor, and Angus felt that the void cyclone was yawning beside him, as if mocking himself.

The village in the distance was not peaceful, and Angus remembered listening to the wolf howling under the beech, hiding the tall young lord in the cave beside the stream, and even remembering the rhythm of the breathing of the bats that were sleeping above his head. But this village was not what he remembered, and the birds and beasts in the wild, as well as the cattle and sheep, should have gone their separate ways, instead of fleeing in all directions like this.

"Be careful, it's probably some lonely soldiers." Kenneth, known as the "Master Blacksmith," reminded him.

"My parents are inside, we have to go into the village." Angus insisted.

The two adults looked at each other, and Kenneth finally sighed, "Well, as you wish." ”

After hiding the grey mule, Angus nervously followed the two guards towards the village, when he felt something touch him at his waist.

"Your sword, my lord." Gillick's voice was mixed with fear and excitement, the child had never seen a scene of fighting, and there was a faint yearning for what was going to happen next.

Unlike Gilik, Angus had seen brutal killings, and under the deliberate arrangement of the Lord of Ouistin, he was even accustomed to all kinds of tragic bloodshed, and the kind of killing formations that exuded various smells and smelled not much better than the fish market were not attractive to Angus. He took his black sword from Gillick and expertly tied it to the leather belt outside his armor.

It was twilight, but Angus's eyes could see through the faint light of the clutch inside the village, and the first thing that caught his eye was a round head, which belonged to his father.

Blood and qi surged up in an instant, and at this time, there was another burst of laughter from the direction of the barn.

The laughter was mixed with the cry of a woman's anguish, and as soon as Angus heard it, he rushed out from behind Master Kenneth, and he drew his black sword, his teeth clenching with the sound of a winch turning, an explosion that startled the two lord guards.

Realizing that it was too late, the warriors of Uisdin also drew their weapons and rushed in the direction of the barn.

A sword-wielding warrior with black hair as ink and a golden glow in the light of a torch burst in, which surprised the Scots near the barn, but when they saw each other's figures, they all began to laugh wildly: "It's a girl again, this one is a lot more tender." ”

Angus's long hair and appearance made his enemies think he was a woman, and the soldiers vaguely surrounded him, with lewd expressions on their faces.

The silver light flashed, the boy's body was extremely flexible, like a small white snake, spit out black poison from time to time, his black sword was very long, not tailor-made for children of this age, but he had been practicing for four years, and gradually got used to the weight of this weapon, and those Scottish soldiers were not "blacksmith masters", and they were not used to his attacks.

"Black Fire!" The struck enemy shouted as if they had been burned to avoid Angus's edge, and the two warriors entered the barn.

Angus withdrew from the battle and immediately rushed to the woman on the ground, the poor woman was already exhausted, her chest and thighs were full of scars, Angus let out a wolf wail, and the whole person became in a trance.

"Be careful!" His guards issued a warning, but they failed to attract Angus's attention, distracting the "master blacksmith" who was fending off the three Scots, and was immediately stabbed in the calf by a short spear.

Angus had been knocked down by the guard, and he crawled out of his body, catching a glimpse of the bolt that pierced the highlander's eyelid.

He looked at Master Kenneth in battle, looked up at the Scottish soldier who continued to reload his light crossbow, and couldn't help but feel a hint of hesitation.

The Scots didn't give him time, and two soldiers wrapped their way around Master Kenneth, and the other two rounded up towards Angus, one of whom limped a little, having been wounded by Angus' black sword at first.

The ambiguous look on the enemy's face has disappeared, only the bitter hatred erupts from his eyes, Angus's black sword swings and blocks, not chaotic, but his physical strength is still too weak, and the enemy who was injured by him suddenly entered a state of rage, the other party is not a master of swordsmanship, but when he gives up all defenses, just to stab Angus in front of him, he is unstoppable.

King Edgar of England wrote a book of swordsmanship that a master swordsman must know how to deal with those "fools", and that a swordsman must know how to react when an unskilled enemy is desperate for his life, and this experience comes from the duel records of English and French officers he came into contact with in his previous life.

But Angus had not read the manual, and he instinctively wanted to grab the opponent's weapon, but he was directly impaled through the palm of his hand, and he was bleeding profusely.

The next sword can kill me, Angus thought so, but the other party didn't seem to be able to stab him at all, just slashed and left all kinds of scars on his body, and in the end, Angus passed out directly.