The tall giant man wielded this battle axe in his hand, and struck into the middle of the spear-wielding sergeants like a descending tiger, his tomahawk was very heavy and the slightest touch of it tore the shield-wielding sergeant, these sergeants in the Earl's castle had never seen such a terrible warrior, and what terrified them even more was that the giant man let out a beast-like howl from his mouth as he fought, which made the sergeants feel that they were fighting against the legendary devil.

"How, how is that possible?" An elderly and gray-haired nobleman looked at the scene in front of him, his slightly cloudy eyes were full of surprise, and he couldn't help blurting out.

"What's going on?" His companions hurriedly asked, they knew that the older nobleman had traveled throughout the Dias continent in his youth and was the most well-informed of them all.

"This is, this is the Berserker of Vikan, why is the Berserker in the Black Forest of the Far North here?" The older nobleman said to his companions, and the name of the Berserker surprised the nobles.

The northern part of the Dias continent is covered by dense black forests, where many fierce tribes live, they have no country and no civilization, but they are a group of people who are extremely difficult to mess with, especially the most terrifying of them, these berserkers are said to be the tallest among the Vikan tribes, and their strength is also the strongest, most of the berserkers believe in the pagan god Hercules, a pagan god who is said to be able to support heaven and earth.

"Wow, we can't win this monster." The spear-wielding sergeants could not hold it anymore, and they retreated, taking advantage of the opportunity for the serfs to rush up and kill the lone sergeant with a pitchfork.

"Kill, surround them, don't let them run." Carlos, the companion of the White Knight, waved his sword and gave a loud order to his companions, and the cavalrymen with swords immediately charged on their horses, and the light cavalry also saw that the situation was not good and wanted to break out of the siege and flee back to the castle.

But they soon found themselves on a mistake by storming into the village, and the serfs blocked many of the exits with debris, and the few that remained were guarded by serfs armed with pitchforks, and when they saw the light cavalry running around like headless flies, the serfs rushed together with shouts and sticks with their forks.

"Gray Law." Several panicked hussars turned their horses and ran in the direction of the piled debris, trying to escape from the village by jumping over the debris, but the horses were cut by sharp branches as they jumped over the debris, and the wounded horses neighed and fell to the ground, while the hussars on horseback were crushed under their mounts.

"It hurts!" The young steward was lifted up by his companions, and an arrow pierced his shoulder, and he cried out loudly.

"Please bear with me, my lord, we must flee back." A nobleman close to the young steward comforted him.

"He screamed like a woman." But the other nobles were very disdainful, and they had a suspicion of each other for a long time.

"Retreat, retreat." The soldiers brought by the young governor threw away their armor, and several nobles could not bear it any longer, so they left the young governor and hurriedly mounted their horses and fled.

"Come back, don't leave me." At this time, the young steward did not care about the wound, and he struggled to step forward and grab the cloak of a noble friend, hoping that the other party would take him and escape.

But the nobleman looked in horror at the berserker who strode towards them, and with a fierce effort he drew his short sword at his waist, slashed his cloak with his sword, and kicked his mount in the belly with his heel, and the horse neighed and galloped in the direction of the castle.

"Oooo Looking at the nobles and soldiers fleeing in disarray, the serfs gathered at the entrance of the village and cheered, for the first time they defended their homeland.

"Hahaha, what about this guy, he peed his pants." The Berserker grabbed the young steward by the back and dragged him up like a rag doll, and when the young steward was lifted, some foul-smelling liquid flowed out.

"Please do what he treats us as he treats!" The village elder was leaning on a pitchfork, and there was no longer a look of cowardice and kindness on his face.

"Then hang him!" Carlos inserted his sword into the scabbard, he looked at the noose hanging from the crooked neck tree, nodded and said, "An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth is justice."

"No, no." The young steward, pale, looked at the noose tied to his men, and imagined the terrible sight of his corpse hanging from it, gnawed by maggots and crows.

The berserker twisted him and dragged him all the way to the foot of the crooked neck tree, and the young steward wept speechless, but no one took pity on him, and the serfs watched with hatred in their eyes, and a few crows were parked on the branches of the tree early.

"Wait a minute." Suddenly, a voice came from behind the people, and when the serfs looked back, they saw a knight in a white smock come out, and the people made way for him.

"Oooh." Seeing a knight appear, the young steward's already desperate heart suddenly became active, and it seemed that this knight in a white robe was very noble.

"Master?" Carlos walked up to the White Knight and asked curiously.

"Lord save me, I am the nephew of the Earl of this territory, please ask my uncle for a ransom, he will definitely pay a large ransom for me." The young manager hurriedly shouted.

"Master, do you want a ransom? With all due respect, we have had enough support, and now is the time to seek justice. Carlos suggested to the White Knight.

"Yes, we should seek justice, but we must also obey the laws of the nobility." The White Knight looked at the young steward and said.

"What do you mean?" Carlos was a little confused.

"Nobles should die honorably, not in the same way as thieves." The White Knight said to the crowd.

"What, no, I don't want to die, my uncle will give you a ransom~~." The young steward wailed, and begged aloud.

"That's right, come on, face death like a man." When the White Knight finished speaking, the Berserk Knight grinned, and he lifted his battle axe to the young steward, and swung it at him.

"Crackle~~." The axe slashed at the tree, and then there was a crackling sound, and a large tree with the thickness of two people's arms fell.

"Down, down."

The serfs of Greenton shouted together when they saw the fallen tree.

"Build a mill out of the wood of this big tree." Bruce looked at the fallen tree and said to Elder Warren.

"Yes, my lord." Warren the Elder nodded to remember that with a mill the harvested wheat could be ground into flour, which could be baked into bread for people to eat, and the bread was also good for storage and carrying.

"My lord, is there any work you want to give me?" Edward had been in Grington for a while, but Bruce hadn't given him any work, and it was boring for him to wander around the territory every day.

"No, you don't have to do anything." Bruce looked at the Pale Knight and shrugged his shoulders, he didn't expect Edward to lead the battle for him, but he had a plan in mind, but it was not yet mature.

"Whoosh~~~." In the clearing north of the lord's house, Bruce had the serfs build a shooting range, which was only fenced off by a wooden fence, but with three round targets, in which five bodyguards were learning how to use crossbows, and it was the huntress Eve who taught them.

"Raise your arms and aim the tip of your crossbow at your target, stupid, you can't even do this, do you expect to be able to use a bow and arrow?" Eve walked around the five bodyguards, and she gestured for the bodyguards to aim at the round target that was placed a hundred meters ahead.

"How's Eve?" Bruce walked into the shooting range, these crossbows were made by the blacksmith father and son, although they were still very simple, but the power was large enough, the front end of each crossbow was nailed with a thick linen rope loop, and when used, as long as you stepped on the rope loop with your foot, you could pull the bowstring with both hands to put a crossbow on it.

"It's terrible, it's a good thing they didn't practice bows and arrows, otherwise they would have shot themselves." Eve shook her head, but she also admitted that a crossbow was easier to use than a bow and arrow.

"Very good, hey, whoever of you has the most shots today, you can add a piece of venison to dinner." Bruce said to the bodyguards practicing his crossbow.

"Oh, oh, good lord." Hearing Bruce's words, the bodyguards who were practicing listlessly suddenly became energetic.

"A bunch of bastards." Eve shook her head and cursed.