The Grace Knights used a wedge formation to penetrate the position of the serf rebels, but after the Grace Knights penetrated the position, they did not chase after the serfs who had fled from the fight, they reorganized the formation and slowly approached the castle.

"Open the gates." Duke Bemessi immediately commanded.

The chains of the drawbridge creaked, and slowly the wooden bridge was placed on top of the deep trench, the iron gates were raised by the noose, and the horsemen's hooves stepped over the wooden bridge into the castle.

The forest after the Knights of Divine Grace had stormed the forest and was littered with wounded men and broken corpses, and if Bruce had been there, he would have said it was as terrible as it had been bombed.

"Uh-huh." The Northern warrior lay on the ground gasping, his fur armor slashed at the left side of his abdomen, blood pouring from there, and he wanted to lift himself to look at his wounds, but the two broken ribs were in sharp pain.

The warriors of the north looked up at the top of the forest, which was the size of a well, and several crows swept over the mouth of the well, and in northern legend, the crows were the messengers of the god of war, and whenever the great battle came, these messengers would hover over the battlefield.

"God of War, my guide and companion, I didn't fight this battle well, but I did my best." The warrior of the north felt that his consciousness had blurred, and he knew that it was the cause of the excessive blood flow.

The battlefield was filled with howls and groans, and many of them, after being attacked by the Knights of Divine Grace, ran back to the White Knights' camp, only to find that it was already empty, with nothing but a mess of camps.

"What about people, what about others?" The serfs who returned to the camp were completely unable to comprehend what was in front of them.

"Run, they all run, we are abandoned." The serfs who had escaped death only then reacted, and the White Knight had already fled with the other half of the soldiers, and they were completely used as pawns to contain the Divine Knights.

"Woo~~~." At this moment, a trumpet sounded from the castle of the Duke of Bemessi, and seeing the serf army besieging the castle being routed, the Duke of Bemessi immediately ordered his troops to pour out of the city and hunt down the serfs who dared to besiege him.

"Kill~~." The duke's soldiers rushed out with weapons in hand, and by this time it was clear to anyone that there was no longer a threat from the besieging troops.

"Thank you for the rescue." The Duke of Bemessi stood on the steps in front of the tower, the charismatic knights gathered in the square in front of the tower, the neighing of war horses, and the banner of the Church hunted in the wind.

"These are all the calls of the Holy Church." The Grace Knight, who was headed by a tuft of emerald bird feathers stuck in his helmet, jumped off his horse and said to Duke Bemessi.

"Thank the church, thank my lord." Duke Bermessi picked up the religious pendant hanging on his chest, raised it and kissed it, and said to the Grace Knight at the head.

"Thank the Lord." The Divine Grace Knights raised their swords and shouted in unison.

The Duke of Bemessi entertained the charismatic knights in the castle, but when he was alone with the knights at the head, he couldn't help complaining.

"Sir Roy, your strength is so strong that you have easily defeated all the rebels, like a wind sweeping leaves." The Duke of Bemessi said to Sir Roy in admiration.

"It's not like that, Lord Duke, there are less than half of those rebels, and the rest have already left." Sir Roy said to the Duke of Bemessi.

"Gone, then they weren't all wiped out." Duke Bemessi said angrily.

"Yes, they should have stopped us with one force, the other troops took the opportunity to escape, and when we penetrated the blocking force, I saw their backs with my own eyes." Sir Roy said unabashedly to the Duke of Bemessi.

"Why don't you keep pursuing?" Duke Bemessi said in surprise.

"I'm sorry Lord Duke, but we were ordered to repel the forces surrounding your castle, not to annihilate all the rebels." Sir Roy replied to the Duke.

"What?" The Duke of Bemessi trembled with anger when he heard Duke Roy's words, and all he had gained in exchange for the compromise of the eleventh tax was that the castle would not be besieged, and the army led by the White Knights had not been repulsed, and they were likely to run to their other territories and plunder.

"Actually, the Knights of Divine Grace were formed to deal with the infidels, and I am really ashamed to use my sword to stain the blood of my fellow brothers." Sir Roy said gloomily, although for nobles like Duke Bemessi, those rebels are very hateful, but for these religious knights, even lowly serfs are brothers of the church, and it is really a sad thing for the same clan to fight each other.

"But, damn it." Duke Bemessi's face was blue, he felt that he had been completely deceived, and he couldn't help but clench his fists, but there was nothing to do.

After leaving the castle of the Duke of Bemessi, the troops led by the White Knights marched all the way to the eastern territory, although half of them suffered losses, but the other half also numbered thousands, and when they passed through the other county territories, the local lords only dared to hide in the fortress.

"Don't be discouraged, although we failed this time, but now we have an army, and sooner or later we will regain your royal power." Riding on his horse, Carlos picked up a leather kettle, poured it with cool spring water, and said to the White Knight.

"I am not discouraged, this is the test of the Lord God on me, I believe that I have a legitimate right, I am God's chosen people." The White Knight was on his horse, and he said to Carlos from his mask.

"Of course." Carlos glanced at the White Knight and nodded, originally he thought that the White Knight would not be able to part with those abandoned serfs because of his feelings, but he didn't expect the White Knight to abandon the camp and flee without hesitation.

Maybe to become a true king, it is useless to have immaculate qualities! Carlos thought to himself, the king's road was paved with corpses and blood.

But the fate of the serfs who they abandoned was tragic, when the soldiers of the Duke of Bemessi rushed into the camp, they unceremoniously raised their spears and iron swords, and killed the serfs who had given up resistance, and those who were wounded were even more miserable, they were dragged up and piled up in the center of the camp, and the Duke's soldiers lit a fire and burned them alive, and the screams resounded throughout the forest.

"Uh-huh." The northern warrior was awakened by the screams, he desperately opened his eyes, only felt the pain of being stabbed all over his body, and couldn't help but want to shout, but a cold little hand covered his mouth.

"Don't shout, don't shout, they'll find out." The voice was familiar, and the northern warrior remembered that it was the girl.