The white knight on the hill was suddenly attacked by a bow and arrow, and Eve was holding the bow, and the arrow was fired by her.

"Your Highness be careful, blow the horn quickly, and let the soldiers protect Your Highness." Carlos looked at the Glintons, who were braving the bows and arrows of the sailors of the Revago sailors, and nervously ordered.

"Oh, yes." The soldiers, who did not expect to be attacked suddenly, hurriedly took out their horns and puffed up their cheeks to blow.

"Don't." The White Knight endured the pain in his arm and tried to stop it, but it was too late.

"Woo woo~." The sound of the horn sounded, hovering over the village.

"Huh?" Woolf, who was fighting, was taken aback, at this time the Duke of Bemessey and the vassals were trapped in the village, although Woolf used stratagems to surround the nobles and the army, but he did not know how to leave a mouth, as a result, the nobles and the vassals and soldiers became trapped beasts.

However, if the long-range fire of the sailors of Gewago was suppressed on the hill, the nobles and soldiers in the village would still be slowly digested, but Woolf and the others suddenly found that the arrows from the hill had stopped.

"What's wrong? Why did the bow and arrow stop. "The serfs also became agitated, and they were no match for the sergeants if they had fought in close quarters alone.

But the nobles and vassals in the village had not yet reacted, and they still hid in the corpses and houses to watch what happened, and the night deepened their fear.

The Greenton militia in the direction of the hill, led by Bruce and others, rushed to attack the White Knight and others, and after Carlos's call for help sounded, Woolf reacted that it would take some time to come to the rescue.

"Whoosh, whoosh~~." Bruce clenched the sword in his hand and followed closely behind Danny Shieldbreaker, arrows flying past him, and from time to time the Grington militia was shot and fell, these Grigo sailors were very good at archery, even in the dark of night, it seemed that there was no hindrance.

However, no matter how good the gervago sailors were at archery, they were forced to draw their scimitars when the Greenton militia rushed up the hill, and they were forced to draw their scimitars in the face of the spear-armed militiamen.

"Ping Pong Ping Pong ~~." The sound of weapons clashing was intertwined, and the small place on the top of the hill was quickly crowded by everyone, and the Glinton militia formed a small phalanx with spears and wooden spears, and the dense spear tips forced the White Knight and the others into a corner.

"Ah~~." Screams rang out, and several of the Jevago sailors rolled down the hill, with Carlos guarding the white knight pale.

"Surrender!" Baron Leopold saw the White Knight behind the Gervago sailors at a glance, and he shouted excitedly.

"Soldiers guarding." Carlos, of course, refused to surrender at this time, and he ordered the Zevago sailors.

"Lord Carlos, now that we have no chance of winning, we might as well retreat." At this moment, a captain of the mercenary team of the sailors of Revago with brown hair and a scar on his face turned around and said to Carlos.

"Retreat, how to retreat now?" Carlos said angrily that if they only turned around and fled now, they would be chased and killed by the Glintons.

"Hey, Master Carlos, if you're willing to pay a good price, we'll make sure you can do it." But the scar-faced captain of the Mercenary Captain of the Gervago sailors looked like he didn't care, as if they could always encounter this kind of thing.

"Didn't I already pay you thirty percent of the commission?" Carlos's head was bruised, he had long heard that mercenaries liked to sit on the ground and raise prices, but he didn't expect to meet them at the juncture.

"That's the usual commission, but now it's the money to escape, it's up to you to ask for money or spare your life." The Scarface mercenary captain didn't say much, he carried the scimitar on his shoulder, as if he was about to carry the burden.

"Yes, as long as you can save Your Highness, you will pay according to what you said." Carlos was annoyed, but at this time, the mercenary captain who also had a scarface was helpless, so he had to nod in agreement.

"Well, haha, it's easy to do with money." The captain of the mercenaries didn't seem to be afraid of Carlos's debts, and he nodded, turned and muttered something to his men.

Bruce looked at the white knights who were protected by the sailors of Revago, but he didn't expect that the combat effectiveness of this group of mercenaries was not weak, although his Grington militia was disciplined, but hand-to-hand combat was not much stronger than that of serfs, and Bruce's original intention was to gain benefits without damage, and he was not willing to do this kind of hard-hitting thing at a loss.

"Stop, defend." Bruce asked the Glinton militia to keep the phalanx defended, and the fight on the hill caught the attention of everyone in the village.

"Lord Duke, there seems to be movement." Sir Hilton stood at the doorway, he poked his head cautiously, and after some arrow attacks, the experienced knight quickly judged the location of the archers, only to find that he was secretly complaining, and the hills on the side of the village were condescending, so that they had enough of suffering.

"It's as if the archers have stopped shooting." The other vassals also noticed the anomaly, and among them were bold young nobles, who removed the door of the house and walked out with resistance on their shoulders, and sure enough, there were no arrows.

"Attack, attack, the archers stopped shooting." After the young nobleman walked around, he threw away half of the door in his hand and said loudly.

"Good opportunity, gather the soldiers to strike in one direction." Sir Hilton was also resolute at this time, he clenched the sword in his hand, and shouted to the vassals and nobles.

"Yes." The nobles had to hang by a thread at this time, and they hurriedly kicked up the soldiers hiding under the corpses and rushed towards the entrance of the village in one direction.

Just as the nobles were leading the army to charge, Woolf anxiously pulled out the northern warriors and reinforced them in the direction of the hill, and from the sound of the trumpet he could hear the danger of the White Knight, but when he passed a small grove beside the hill, he stopped.

"Why are you still here, hurry up, Aishana?" It turned out that in the grove were the families of the serfs and other non-combatants, who hid in fear in the woods.

"Aishana seems to have gone to the hills." An old man with pale hair, trembling and pointing to the hills, said to Woolf.

"What, to the hills?" Woolf was shocked when he heard this, he did not expect Aishana to go to the hills, you must know that the most dangerous place at this time is the hills, hearing this, he hurriedly led the northern warriors towards the hills.

The closer she got to the hill, the more frightened Woolf felt, the sound of fighting and the sound of weapons clashing came from the hill, and in such a chaotic situation, Aishana, a weak girl, must be more than lucky.

"What?" Suddenly, some of the routs rushed down from the hills, and Woolf raised his tomahawk and shouted at him.

"It's me." In the darkness of the night, Carlos was covered in blood, and he was lost and swept up in the rout.

"Ka, Lord Carlos?" Woolf was taken aback, Carlos was the advisor of the White Knight, and he never left the left and right, how could he be so embarrassed that only son appeared now.

"Oh, it's Woolf, it's great, quick, get out of here, the mercenaries have mutinied, and the hills have been occupied by the nobles of Duke Bemessy." As he fled, Carlos glanced at the Greenton flag from afar, and was impressed by the strange cross flag.

"How can a mutiny, Lord White Knight?" Woolf asked hurriedly.

"He~~." Before Carlos could speak, he heard cheers from the hills.

"The White Knight is dead, the White Knight is dead, and we are victorious."

Woolf looked up at the hill and saw what appeared to be a spear with the head of a man in a white helmet, and many soldiers were shouting in the shadows, and the white helmet was almost unmistakable.

"It's over, the White Knight is dead." As soon as the northern warrior mercenaries who followed Woolf saw the helmet, they immediately shouted, the death of the employer meant the termination of the contract, and there was no need for them to continue to work hard, so these northern warriors immediately abandoned Woolf and the others and fled, leaving only Woolf standing.

"Woolf, come with us." Carlos, still thinking of the friendship of fighting side by side, pulled Woolf and said to him.

"Lord Carlos, have you ever met Aishana?" When Woolf heard the news of the White Knight's death, he looked at Carlos and asked.

"Seems so, but Ashana was down the hill just as the damned spearmen were attacking, and it was only when we heard her screams that we realized that the enemy was near." Carlos nervously turned his head to look in the direction of the hill and said to Woolf.

"Really?" Woolf hung down him, the tall northern warrior with his hands hanging at his sides, the tip of his tomahawk falling right on the ground.

"This is all the will of the Lord God, let's hurry up and escape!" Carlos sighed, but shouts of death could be heard behind him, and it seemed that the noble soldiers were not going to let the rout go.

"Dead?" Woolf was expressionless, his heart seemed to be torn apart, and the weak but determined face was clearly visible to him.

"Hey, I'm leaving, take care!" Carlos saw that Woolf stood as if he had gone mad, he did not speak, and fled with the routs around him.

"Dead." Woolf muttered to herself, completely oblivious to the routs passing by, repeating over and over again.

"Only by living can there be hope."

"Maybe the god of war hasn't wanted to summon you yet."

The young and beautiful face, the exhaling lips touching his earlobe, as if he had just left, Woolf felt only a nameless anger burning in the bear.

"Oh oh oh, God of War, no, Loki, the god of darkness, you took him, then give me your dark powers!" Woolf roared as he clenched his tomahawk in his backhand, his chest heaving violently, his eyes red as if he had drunk a potion of berserker.

"Killing, killing, endless killing." There was only one thought in Woolf's mind, and he was like a bloodthirsty beast, feverishly thirsting for blood.

"Brush~~." Woolf ripped off his shirt, revealing his muscles, his lake-blue eyes fixed in the direction of the hill.