Outside the door of the tavern, the mad monk fell asleep against the wall with a wine glass, his trough nose twitching from time to time, scaring the wildcats into sliding away, and the snoring like thunder was especially loud in the silent village.

"Huh?" Suddenly, however, the mad monk sniffled, and a strange scent penetrated his nostrils, making him unable to help but open his sleepy eyes.

"Huh." A coquettish laugh came, and the mad monk saw a graceful woman smiling at him, and then stretched out his white hands and pushed open the door of the tavern.

"The Lord God is above, have I seen the God of love?" The mad monk suddenly became agitated, and the drunken spirit suddenly sobered up, and the woman in front of him was more amorous than any woman he had ever seen, with a white and slender neck like a swan, and the grace of a noble lady in her gestures, but also like a succubus in hell, like a combination of angels and demons.

When the woman pushed open the tavern door, the noise in the tavern disappeared without a trace, and all the men couldn't help but look at her, and the corners of the woman's mouth were only a slight smile, she twisted her waist, the skirt under her feet swayed, came to a corner of the tavern, and sat down slowly.

"Uh, didn't anyone give me a drink?" The woman rested her elbows on the wooden table, and she crossed her slender legs, as if disappointed, glancing at the men in the tavern.

When the woman said this, the men were boiling, and they all bought wine from the tavernkeeper, and even fought for it, as if to prove the man's courage to the beautiful woman in front of him, but when Danny Splitter joined the fray, it was completely different, the fierce warrior knocked his rival to the ground with a few punches, and the others looked at his casserole-sized fist and had to get out of the way.

"Ping-pong." Danny proudly picked up a beer glass, put it in front of the beauty, and sat opposite the beauty, smugly waiting for the beauty's praise, but the other party just smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass and drank it slowly.

"Hmm, what's your name, I don't think I've seen you?" Seeing that the beauty completely ignored his meaning, Danny felt a little bored, and he said without words.

"Are you the sheriff here? Need to check every traveler passing by? The beauty's sea-green eyes glanced at Splitting Shield Danny.

"I, I'm not a sheriff, but I'm the chief warrior of Lord Baron." The beauty's contempt aroused the vanity of Shield Splitter, and he immediately puffed out his chest and said loudly.

"Oh, Lord Baron's chief warrior, that sounds powerful, huh?" Danny's words seemed to arouse the curiosity of the beauty, she blinked her eyes with long eyelashes, and the hand shaking the beer glass stopped, and the pair of slender and white hands made Danny's heart like a cat scratching.

"Of course, I saved the life of Lord Baron on several occasions on the battlefield." Shield Splitter Danny said loudly as he patted his chest.

"Oh, can you tell me more about that?" The beauty laughed, two cute dimples at the corners of her mouth, and she stretched out her hand and gently scratched the back of Shield Splitter's hand with her scarlet fingernails.

In the same moonlight, Ignas's manor was extremely unpeaceful, and in the darkness there was a noise around the manor, and Ignas and his wife were running around the house in a panic with their children in their arms.

"Ignas, quick, hide with your wife and children." With a sword in his hand, Stukov pushed Ignas and his family into the prayer room, which usually had secret passages and was the only one built of stone in the entire estate, making it the most fortified place on the estate.

"How many of them are there?" Ignas's wife, wearing a turban, asked in alarm.

"I don't know, there should be more than a hundred people, but the sturdy exterior walls of the manor and my people can resist for a while, rest assured." Stukov said to her.

"Give me a sword, give me a sword." Ignas shouted at Stukov.

"Here you go." Stukov glanced at Ignas, the lord of the manor was finally angry, he wanted to protect his homeland with his own hands, so Stukov handed him the long sword in his hand, and he drew the familiar dagger at his waist and held it in his hand.

The two walked out of the house side by side, the manor was surrounded by the light of torches, which made it even more irritating and chaotic in the dark night, and the other party seemed to have made up his mind to take advantage of the darkness of the night to cause panic among the people in the manor.

"Greentons, hold your ground." Stukov shouted loudly, his booming voice echoing all around.

"Roar~~." This group of Greenton militia from the Bruce territory, they had already experienced the baptism of battle, although they were initially a little shocked by the attack, but soon took up arms and held on to all parts of the manor, so that the sneak attackers could not open the gate of the manor.

"Lord Ignath, aren't there no defenses at the gates of your manor?" Stukov looked around and said to Ignath.

"There should be, it seems like my father built a mechanism on the gate of the manor." Ignas hurriedly said to Stukov.

"So what are you waiting for?" Stukov was a little helpless, he didn't expect Ignas to live so comfortably, and he had no sense of war readiness at all, which was completely different from Grington's arrow towers.

Two hundred meters outside the manor, on the grassy field, several tents with pointed tops and fluttering crescent pennants were sitting, and the Amar mercenaries were armed with round shields and spears to guard the surroundings, which had become a makeshift assault camp, and Nasser and Haradin stood outside the tents, watching the besieged manor.

"There is no watchtower on this manor?" Haradin said in surprise.

"Haha, it is estimated that the owner of the manor here is too happy and has long forgotten about the war." Nasser shoved a piece of beef jerky into his mouth, chewing on it.

"But there should be soldiers in their manor, how are you going to attack?" Haradin crossed his arms and asked his friend.

"Send a team of warriors to attack the gate." Nasser finished the beef jerky in his hand, clapped his hands, and said to Haradin.

"Frontal attack?" Haradin was a little puzzled, it didn't seem to be his friend's style.

"Of course, why not, such a manor that doesn't even have a watchtower, if it can't be attacked, are we worthy of being called the descendants of the Lightbringer?" Nasser laughed, his hands facing the sky, and said in a playful tone.

"My friend, don't joke with the Lightbringer, I propose to attack tomorrow morning, after worshipping where the sun rises." Haradin suggested that while night would scare the enemy, it would also limit the vision of his own warriors.