Just when the civil war broke out in the Locke family, there was also a war in a territory hundreds of kilometers away from Glinton, but no one noticed the riot at first, but then it turned into a major event that swept the entire continent, and even changed the situation inside and outside the empire.

"Boom~~." With a loud bang, the heavy cedar gate creaked and collapsed, followed by the shouts of many people, and serfs armed with pitchforks and sticks rushed into the lord's hall, which had been a meeting place for lords and nobles, but was now completely occupied by mud-legged serfs.

"You bastards, how dare you break into my family's hall?" The gray-haired count in the hall of lords was dressed in a white checkered aristocratic dress, with a red cloak behind him, and a sharp sword inlaid with rubies in his hand, and several panicked guards beside the earl, although they wore iron helmets and chain mail, but in the face of the hundreds of serfs who swarmed in, they could not help but panic.

The serfs surrounded the Count and his guards, but they did not attack immediately, but simply pointed their pitchforks and sticks at the Count, as if waiting for something.

"Why don't you come, I'm the Count of Weimasca, who wants to take my head and take glory?" The gray-haired Count Wimasca shouted loudly with his sword at the serfs, his voice echoing through the halls of the lords, and the pride of the nobility made him unflinching even when he was cornered.

"Gotta get it~~." At this time, the sound of horses' hooves came from outside the gate, and then a knight wearing a white smock, cloak and helmet appeared, followed by several warriors behind the knight, and seeing the appearance of the white knight, the serfs immediately divided a passage for the white knight to ride through.

"You, who are you?" Seeing the white knight appear in the lord's hall, Count Weimaska's expression was a little dazed, he felt that the person in front of him was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was?

"Count Wimasca, no, you should be called Baron Duke." The white knight wore a fully enclosed high-topped patterned embossed helmet, the ornate helmet basically concealed his face, but the exposed rosy lips and the magnetic young voice showed that he was a young and handsome knight.

"Who the hell are you?" Hearing the words of the White Knight, Count Weimaska was stunned for a moment, the name Baron Duke had not been heard for a long time, and why did this strange knight suddenly call out the previous title and name.

"You were originally just a baron of the White King, but because you betrayed the White King and went to the Black King to get the earl's fief, but it seems that the Black King doesn't trust you very much, so he gave you a frontier fief!" The White Knight looked at Count Weimasca, who was cornered, and said to him coldly.

"Bastard, how dare you insult me?" Count Weimasca was suddenly exposed to the old truth, and he immediately became angry, and he raised his sword in his hand and shouted angrily at the white knight.

"Insult, ha, despicable fellow who betrayed his oath, deserves to talk about honor?" The White Knight sneered unceremoniously, which made Count Weimasca even more angry, in order to defeat the White King, the Black King bribed him with a large sum of money, and promised to give him a fief to give him the title of Earl, which made Count Weimasca defect at a critical moment, but I didn't expect that decades after the White King's death, someone would mention it in person.

"I don't know who you really are, why are you here to attack my castle?" Count Weimasca stared at the white knight in front of him, he frowned and clenched the sword in his hand, he really couldn't guess why the other party would attack him.

"I am the rightful heir of the White King, and I am here today to seek justice from my father!" The White Knight replied in a sonorous voice, his voice echoing through the hall, a deafening sound that stunned Count Weimaska like a sculpture.

"Oooo

When the serfs heard the words of the White Knight, they all raised their weapons in their hands excitedly and cheered, a legitimate heir of the White King as the leader, their revolt was meaningful, whenever they thought of following this excellent lord to overthrow the hateful aristocratic rule, and thinking of the White Knight's promise of a happy life for them and their families, these serfs felt that it was also meaningful to die for him.

"Hahahaha~." While the serfs were cheering, Count Weimasca threw up his head and laughed, laughing so heartily that tears could not help flow from the corners of his eyes.

"What are you laughing at?" Carlos, a companion beside the White Knight, frowned and shouted angrily at Count Weimaska.

"Heir to the White King, this is the most ridiculous joke I've ever heard in my life." Count Wimasca wiped tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, and he smiled almost from ear to ear, as if the White Knight had told him the most ridiculous joke in the world.

"Are you suspicious of me?" The White Knight was not angry, he raised his chin on his horse, and said to Count Weimaska.

"Hmph, you liar, even if you can deceive these mud legs, it is impossible to deceive me, after the death of the White King, all his heirs were executed, and one daughter and two sons were killed by the Black King, with the caution of the Black King, it is impossible to leave a living mouth." Count Wimasca put away his smile, he looked at the white knight in front of him, and said to everyone in a stern tone.

"Whoa~~." The words of Count Weimaska caused a discussion among the serfs, who had long been accustomed to the authority of the count, and Count Weimaska, who was a nobleman who had experienced the black-white dispute back then, and his words were very credible.

"It's a pity that a despicable person like you will not understand true loyalty, when a knight of the White King replaced one of his sons with his own child, so that Lord Christopher could survive and take revenge on you traitors." Carlos said coldly to Count Weimaska.

"What?" Listening to Carlos's words surprised Count Weimaska, back then, the dispute between black and white involved the entire continent, and even after the death of the White King, chaos lasted for a long time, so anything could happen.

"Got it? Baron Duke pay the price for your oath of betrayal today! The White Knight straightened his back, he took the reins of his horse a few times, and kicked the horse in the belly with the golden spur in his heel, and the sword at his waist clanged against each other, and as he walked slowly towards the Count of Weimasca, the Count seemed to see his former master, the White King, come out of hell, and ask him the reason for the betrayal of his oath that day.

"No, no, Your Highness the Prince, I, I don't." Count Weimaska's nightmare gradually became a reality, and he would wake up in the dead of night, but he would always comfort himself that it was all over, that he had earned his family a position and land, but now that the White King had an heir alive and wanted to demand a blood debt from him.

"Drive it~~." The White Knight kicked the horse in the belly with his heel, and the horse instinctively neighed in pain, and then rushed towards Count Weimaska.

"Woo, mercy~~." Count Weimasca looked at the white knight who rushed towards him, although he held the sword in his hand, he could not lift it at all, and could only make a begging sound in his mouth.

"Brush~~." But the moment the white knight rushed in front of him, he drew his sword, and the sharp sword instantly slashed at the earl's neck, blood spurted out of the cavity of the lost head, and the count's head rolled to the ground, his lips opened as if he wanted to say something, but no one could hear what he had to say.

"Your swordsmanship has improved again." Carlos smiled slightly and said to the Berserker and the others beside him.