The northern warrior glanced at the girl, and she reminded herself of his wife, who had died in childbirth, and who was as stubborn but simple and kind as this.

"I will obey the will of the god of war, and hope that he will open the door of the temple for me, so that I can sit in the temple with the heroes of ancient times." The northern warrior said proudly to the girl.

"Maybe he's not so eager to summon you." The girl said worriedly to the northern warriors.

"Hahaha, how can you know the will of the god of war, but don't worry! In the Temple, when the ancient heroic ancestors asked me to talk about my experiences, I would mention you. The northern warrior carried the tomahawk on his shoulder, and he walked in the direction of the battlefield.

"Wait, at least let me know your name?" The girl shouted at the back of the northern warrior, but soon the chaotic crowd separated them.

The Knights of Divine Grace did not rush to storm the camp, they stopped at the edge of the forest where the camp was stationed, like beasts that were not in a hurry to come forward and bite, and the thousands of soldiers that stretched through the forest seemed to them to be just a group of weak prey.

"Queue, queue." The Knights of Divine Grace will choose a Knight Captain spontaneously, a position that is temporarily appointed in times of war, and the most experienced Knight will be in charge of commanding the battle, and he shouts orders to his fellow Knight Knights.

"Wedge formation." As the chief knight, he appoints an adjutant on his own, and this lieutenant is responsible for delivering orders, and he gallops through the ranks on horseback to convey the orders of the chief knight to all the knights.

"Boom~~." The knights urged their horses under their crotches, and when the hooves of the horses stepped on the ground, they made a noise, and the strongest knights were at the front of the wedge.

"Are you ready?" The knight lifted his helmet, he touched the white beard on his lips, as a knight he did not want to attack without the guardlessness of the other party, without gentlemanly demeanor.

"They should have seen it." The adjutant smiled, he looked at the many serf soldiers rushing out of the forest in a panic on the other side, and said to the chief knight.

"That's right." The knight cocked his beard, he lowered his hand and pulled his sword out of its scabbard, the sword of the Grace Knight was a very unique sword.

"Pray?" The adjutant looked at the chief knight, his horse snorting from his crotch, and his left front hoof scraping the ground uneasily.

"Of course, Lord, please forgive us for our sinful karma." The chief knight raised his head and glanced reverently at the sky, and at this moment, the clouds in the sky cut a light, and that pillar of light was like a miracle.

"Look, the Lord is watching us." The Knights of Divine Grace were particularly sensitive to such "miracles", believing that they had been favored by the Lord God, and they raised their weapons and cheered feverishly.

"Young men, the Lord is on our side, now let's pray!" The chief knight smiled with satisfaction, he jumped off his horse, stuck his sword in front of him, and then knelt down on one knee and prayed reverently, and the knights dismounted and prayed.

"What are they doing?" Walking out of the forest, more than a thousand serfs and sporadic northern mercenaries, they watched the knights dismount, and the northern warrior who saved the girl asked curiously.

"In prayer, are these people be, yes." The serf standing beside the northern warrior was astonished, his dirty face full of shock, and some of the rumors he had heard before seemed to be revived in his mind.

"What's wrong?" The northern warrior asked curiously, carrying a battle axe.

"They are the knights of divine grace, the Lord God is above, and we have provoked the church." The serf on the other side turned pale, and he said loudly in a trembling voice.

"Grace Knight, oh no~~." When the other serfs heard that the teachings of the Church had long been deeply ingrained in their souls, and as soon as they heard that they were fighting against the Holy Church, they immediately withered, and no one wanted to bear the sin of fighting against the Church, and the soul could never turn over.

"No, I'm not going to fight the Knights of Divine Grace." Some timid serfs had already thrown away their pitchforks and fled from their positions desperately, but most of them had not yet reacted.

"Grace Knight? Hahaha, what a good opponent. The Northern Warrior smiled excitedly, and he removed the tomahawk from his shoulder, holding it tightly and eagerly trying it.

Although the northern warriors were relatively small in number, they did not care about fighting the religious knights, but they stabilized the morale of the army a lot, while others believed that they were so numerous that a few dozen knights should be quickly defeated.

"Kiss your swords, boys." The knight gave the final order in a loud voice, and the knights kissed their swords.

"For the glory of the Lord, for the Holy Church, charge." The chief knight raised the sword in his hand, let out a loud war cry, and then kicked hard with the spur in his heel, and the war horse let out a long neigh, and rushed towards the dense serf army opposite.

"For the glory of the Lord." The knights also let out a battle cry, and they shouted in unison, although there were only a few dozen people, but the power seemed to be tens of thousands.

"Boom~~~." The horses galloped and neighed, and the knights tossed on their horses, spears in their hands like a forest, and their swords emitted a cold light.

The knights lined up in a wedge formation charged straight towards the position of the serfs, and the thick wall of people lined up seemed to be inferior to a dead wood leaf in the eyes of the knights.

The two teams collided violently, the knights' ranks were like a red-hot sharp knife, and the human wall formed by the serfs was like butter, easily broken, the strong horses under the knights' crotches knocked the people who blocked them away, the spears in their hands broke the belly of the thin serfs, and the snowy sword in their hands easily split the wooden shield.

"The Lord God is above, and no one can stop them." A serf with a bloody face, his eyes flew out of his sockets, connected to a tendon, hanging next to his cheek, he reached out helplessly and groped, and muttered.

But soon the serf was trampled into the mud by the chaotic crowd, and like the insignificant people of all ages, the knights of the Divine Grace seemed to be of infinite strength, and their swords could easily cut off the tip of a spear, split a wooden shield, and cut off the body of a soldier.

"God of War, thank you for giving me such a great battle." Unlike the serfs who fled like headless flies, the northern warrior clenched the battle axe in his hand, and he let out a wild laugh, and the horrific purgatory sight in front of him not only did not frighten him, but made him feel as if he were enjoying a feast.

"Take it." The Knights of Divine Grace also noticed the presence of the Northern warriors, who were tall and eye-catching in their stubborn fights.