Following the direction pointed by his retainers, the Duke of Bemessi saw a knight on a white horse, standing out from the crowd, not only his mount, but also the knight's armor was white, and what made the duke even more frightened was the banner behind the knight.

"The White Tower, I haven't seen it in years." Duke Bermessi looked at the banner behind the White Knight, unfurled with the wind hunt.

When the White Knight appeared, his sword swept across the battlefield like a tornado, and the horse under his crotch kicked away the shield-wielding sergeant who tried to stand in front of him, and the White Knight was like a great god of war, seeing the heroism of the leader, the serfs were also greatly demoralized, and they followed him to launch a fierce attack on the line of the Bemessi soldiers.

"Oh oh oh~~." But what really opened the gap was a group of berserkers hiding among the serfs, who drank a strange liquid from the Black Forest before going into battle, which smelled bad and burned in the throat, but the northern warriors generally believed that this liquid was given by the god of war, and that they could be invincible on the battlefield when drunk.

"Ping~~." The berserker who drank the wine of the god of war picked up the sledgehammer in his hand and slammed it on the shield, and suddenly the tough wooden shield was smashed out of several cracks, and the sergeant who originally held the shield only felt that his wrist was shocked and painful, and his body flew backwards and slammed into the shield of his companions behind him.

"Damn, it's the berserkers, why are there northern berserkers here?" Seeing the tall northern warriors who had smashed gaps in the front, Duke Bemessi only felt sweat on his forehead, white foam broke out at the corners of his mouth, and he asked the advisors beside him with foaming foam.

"Lord Duke, I advise you to leave the battlefield immediately, it's too dangerous here." The advisor looked at the infantry line that was constantly being forced back, and he hurriedly said to the Duke of Bemessi.

As he watched the battle on the battlefield, a Bemessi soldier was pulled out of his companions, and the berserker picked up the hammer in his hand and struck him on the head, and the iron helmet burst with blood and white brains, but soon stepped into the dirt.

"Only the Knights of Divine Grace can deal with berserkers, and the Lord God is above." Duke Bemessi's face turned pale, and he couldn't help muttering as he looked at the berserkers who didn't care about spears piercing into their bodies and continued to wield their war hammers.

"Don't forget that nursery rhyme, my lord." The advisor cautiously walked up to the duke and said to him.

One of the most widely circulated nursery rhymes on the mainland is also known to all children.

"Ten serfs were defeated by a swordsman, ten by a knight, by ten knights by a berserker, by ten berserkers by a knight of divine grace, by ten of whom a knight of divine grace was defeated by a horseman, but they all fell at the hands of the purple-shirted longbowmen."

Although exaggerated and untrue, this nursery rhyme also reflects the balance of power between the warriors in people's minds, and the Knights of Charism are warriors blessed by the Church, and only they can exert great power against the berserkers from the Black Forest.

But this time, Duke Bemessi originally thought that it was just to quell a serf rebellion, so he didn't apply to the church for the use of charismatic knights at all, and the strongest elite he carried was only the Duchy Knights, and the Duchy Knights were overshadowed in the first wave.

"Lord Duke, your noble body must not be harmed, go back to the castle, where we will immediately apply to the church for the support of the Charismatic Knight." The strategist looked at the bloody battlefield, swallowed and foamed at the mouth, and proposed to the duke.

"You're right, I'll castle right now and gather the Grace Knights to destroy this group of bastards." The Duke of Bemessi nodded, and he was a little nervous as he stepped on his horse under the service of his squire, but as he left, he turned to his advisers.

"You stay and command the battle."

"Well, yes, Lord Duke." The advisor was crying with a sad face, and he persuaded the duke to return to the castle so that he could get out of it himself, but he didn't expect to be left here by the duke to command.

The Duke of Bemessi turned his horse and left without looking back, but his soldiers remained on the battlefield and continued to fight, the white knight slashing left and right on horseback, but he keenly raised his head to look at the flag that swirled away.

"Carlos, let everyone shout that the Duke has escaped." The White Knight jumped into the crowd and came to Carlos, who was desperately killing the enemy, and shouted angrily at him.

"What, oh, I see." At the White Knight's reminder, Carlos jerked his head up and saw that the Duke's banner on the hill had disappeared, and only a little-known noble banner was there, a lone pestle.

Soon, the duke's escape shouted from the battlefield, and the Bemessi soldiers who were fighting heard the sound and didn't believe it at first, but when they looked up, they found that they didn't know when, the duke's flag on the hill was gone, and all the Bemessi soldiers panicked.

"The Duke has fled, so who are we fighting for?" The soldiers of Bemessi were demoralized, and they fought desperately not only to serve the duke, but more importantly, to gain the favor of the duke, the nobles were able to obtain the fiefs by virtue of their military exploits, and the ordinary soldiers hoped to be rewarded and promoted to status.

The nobles were the first to turn and flee, but the duke's advisers could not stop them, and when the most well-equipped nobles began to flee, the ordinary soldiers could not stop the tide of serfs, and soon everyone threw down their shields and weapons and fled desperately in the direction of the castle.

"Duke Bemessi probably didn't expect to lose so badly, right?" Covered in blood, Carlos glanced at his own leather armor and said to the White Knight.

"Don't be careless, after cleaning up the battlefield, let's go and besiege the castle." The White Knight was on his horse, and he looked around and said to Carlos.

"Oh oh oh~~." At this time, several northern warriors lassoed a berserker with ropes and desperately pulled him to the ground, but the berserker seemed to have red eyes and did not recognize his companion at all.

"Berserkers, if you can't suppress them, they'll die of exhaustion." Carlos shook his head regretfully, berserkers are indeed useful, but the consumption is also huge, often after a battle, it will lose several berserkers, some of them are not killed by the enemy, but because they continue to wield weapons tirelessly after the battle, and finally die of exhaustion.

And on the border between Glynton and Jeffrey, the two armies are also facing off.

At this time, Geoffrey did not know the predicament of the Duke of Bemessy, he was stationed on the border, and he hoped to get some support from the Duke of Bemessi, so that the new baron could have a little color.

"My lord, our spies have discovered that two forces led by nobles have entered Glinton." A retainer said to Jeffrey.

"I'm not blind, I've seen it a long time ago." Jeffrey pointed at Glynton on the other side and said disapprovingly to his retainers.

In this border conflict, Jeffrey was not only distressed by the hundreds of soldiers under him, but more importantly, his close retainer Phoebe was captured and taken prisoner.

However, Bruce did not treat Jeffrey's retainer badly, and when it was time for dinner, Anne went to the prisoner's warehouse and led Phoebe to the lord's house with a rope.

"Phoebe-sama, I'm going to invite you to dine with you, can you swear by your honor that you won't take the opportunity to run away while we're drunk?" Bruce tore a small piece of bread, licked the gravy off the plate, and said to Phoebe.

"I swear by the honor of my family." Phoebe raised her hand and swore to Bruce and the two vassals.

"Anne untie the rope." Bruce nodded and asked Anne to untie Phoebe.

Phoebe was not a captive, but an equal of little Byron and Sir Wallace, and Mavis smiled playfully and brought them food and wine.

"Wow, Lord Baron, your maid is beautiful." Little Byron looked at Mavis's beautiful face and moving posture, and couldn't help but say to Bruce in admiration.

"Be careful, a beautiful poisonous snake is the most terrifying, if I were you, I would never provoke her." Bruce said to little Byron with a smile.