Woolf sat on a piece of dead wood, his body already bandaged with white linen, but a little blood still penetrated the linen, and he looked at his hands with a silent expression.

"Your wound should be fine." At this moment, a voice came, and a man wearing a hood and shawl, but whose face could not be seen, walked to the opposite side of Woolf, holding a pile of dead wood branches, and threw them on the ground, and then crouched down to make fire with flint and steel.

"Everybody thinks you're dead." Woolf looked up, he looked at the man in front of him, it was really an unexpected situation to bump into him.

"That's right, it's Carlos' ploy, he's good at this kind of thing." Smoke rises from dry piles of dead leaves and dead wood, and in a moment flames rise.

"White Knight, you lied to everyone." Woolf's eyes were fixed on the man in front of him, and he clenched his fists at the man.

"Can I apologize now?" The man lifted his face, and he reached down and pulled down his mask, revealing a handsome young face.

"Oh woo~~, I'm going to kill you." Woolf only felt angry, the girl Aishana died because of the white knight, and the serfs who followed the white knight also suffered, but the white knight who should really die on the battlefield stood in front of him as if nothing had happened.

Woolf grabbed the White Knight by the collar and swung his fist into the face, almost trying to smash the handsome face.

"Woo woo ~ ~." The White Knight squeezed Woolf's fist one after another, blood spurting out of his mouth, but he didn't make any resistance, in fact, there was a sharp short dagger from Ammar at his waist, which could easily slice Woolf's abdomen.

"Whew, ahhh The White Knight's non-resistance was unexpected by Woolf, who actually preferred that the other party would kill him so that he would not be tormented by revenge and remorse.

"Have you had enough? If that deflats you, I can fight a few more times. The White Knight tried to keep his swollen right eye open, his face already distorted.

"Get out, get out of here, the farther away the better." Woolf's clenched fist was raised in mid-air, and he let go of his grip on the White Knight's hand, and said with a breath of relief.

"Hmm." The white knight wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, one of his teeth was loose, so he pulled out the tooth with his hand, and then took out the dagger from his waist, and swiped it lightly above his right eye, and the blood flowed out, but the right eye quickly became swollen, and the white knight's movements were so skillful, but he treated his eyes as if he were someone else's.

"Hmph, what does it feel like to abandon your own followers, or are you nobles bloodless monsters?" Woolf looked at the White Knight in disgust and said to him.

"I won't defend myself, but I will definitely take revenge on my partner's hatred." The White Knight took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood from his face, and then placed it in his bosom very preciously.

"Partner?" Woolf was surprised that the White Knight had taken the serfs as his companions.

"Woolf, what are you going to do now?" The White Knight asked Woolf.

"I don't know, but I'm going to kill Duke Bemessi and his vassals." Woolf clenched her fist, and the knuckles of her fist crackled.

"But you can't do it alone, do you want to act like an assassin?" The White Knight looked at Woolf in front of him, and he asked.

"I'm a northern warrior, and I'm going to kill those guys with dignity." When Woolf heard the word assassin, she showed a look of disgust, the kind of nasty embryo that stabbed in the back, or poisoned, would definitely not enter Valhalla.

"Dignified? The duke has his own knight protection, and the vassals also have their own retainers and soldiers, how do you win? The White Knight shook his head as he reminded Woolf.

"Then go and fight, it's better than you guy who escaped." Woolf yelled angrily.

"Well, I can't say anything if you think so, but Woolf, why don't you go back to your hometown and recruit more fighters there and let them help you together." The White Knight said to Woolf.

"What, what do you strangers know, the northern warriors are too proud, they will not obey anyone's orders, and each tribe only obeys the orders of its own earl or king." Woolf smiled bitterly and shook his head, he didn't think about it, but he was just an ordinary warrior, and he couldn't influence the decisions of those important people at all.

"Take me, let's go to your hometown together, I think I can convince them." The White Knight said to Woolf solemnly.

"You?" Woolf looked at the white knight in front of him in surprise, he didn't expect the other party to make such a request.

In Ignas's house, the fire in the fireplace warmed the room, and the nobles enjoyed the sumptuous food at the table, and the land of Ignas was indeed fertile, with juicy apples, tender roast suckling pigs, fish from the pond, and soft bread made of wheat, and sweet wine flowing smoothly into people's throats.

"Ah, this is the most delicious food I've ever had." Baron Leopold burped and said contentedly.

"The generosity of the hostess, and the wonderful cooking of the hostess, I propose a toast." Bruce raised his glass and spoke loudly to his companions.

"Cheers." Ignas and his wife, Baron Leopold, and Bruce all raised their glasses.

"Ah, not only us, but even my soldiers are content with hospitality." Bruce felt slightly drunk, he stood up with his hands on the table, and looked out the window, it was already dark, but there was laughter outside the manor, the servants of the manor kept walking out of the kitchen with food, and the soldiers ate delicious food around the lit campfire.

Bruce felt a little urinating, so he told the others to retreat for a moment, and he pushed open the door of the manor and walked out, standing under a tree, and a column of urine poured on it.

"Stukov, why did you reject the Baron's offer, knowing that there is nothing wrong with being an agent of war."

"I don't have a problem with Lord Baron, but why do you think I'm wandering around town?"

Just as Bruce was about to return to the manor house, he heard a conversation not far away, the voice seemed to be Stukov and Edward, the two seemed to be arguing about something, and out of curiosity, Bruce slowly walked over.