The Duke of Bemessi was surrounded by nobles and walked out of the house, and Sir Hilton had opened a road to the outside of the village, but at this time, because the mercenaries who were the backbone of the rebels had fled, the serfs could not stop them.

"Whew, whew." The Duke of Bemessi had never felt so embarrassed, and his mantle of ferretskin had long since been thrown there, one foot deep and one shallow, and his boots made of calfskin were covered with mud.

"Wait, it's too quiet." A nobleman helped the Duke of Bemessi, and he suddenly stopped in alarm, for outside the village, which had just been besieged by noisy serfs, it was quiet and only the chirping of insects could be heard.

"Really?" The Duke of Bemessi also looked around in panic, and the rebels' repeated schemes made him look like a frightened bird.

"Bang la la blah." At this moment, the sound of armor grinding was heard, and Sir Hilton led the nobles and soldiers back.

"Oh, it's Sir Hilton." When he heard the sound of his armor rubbing against him, the Duke of Bemessey hurriedly found a tree in the village and hid, he lifted the corner of his cloak and bent down to take a closer look, but fortunately he found that it was Sir Hilton, and he was relieved to walk out.

"Lord Duke, we have won." Sir Hilton took off his helmet, his head covered with sweat and didn't bother to wipe it, and he ran to the Duke of Bemessy and said.

"What?" Duke of Bemessi thought that there was something wrong with his ears, they had just been surrounded by rebel legions, and even at one point Duke Bemessi wanted to send an envoy to negotiate, as long as the White Knight could let him go, even if he ceded a piece of territory to him, after all, there was nothing left when people died, and castles, manors and groups of servants were all nothing.

"Victory, we are victorious, the White Knight is dead." Sir Hilton breathed excitedly, grabbed Duke Bemothy's arm with both hands, and shook it.

"Victory, is the White Knight dead? Is this news confirmed? The nobles on the side asked in disbelief, the rebel leader had made them suffer enough.

"That's right, it was Baron Leopold and Baron Bruce who killed him, and now the body and head of the White Knight are in their hands, and the two barons sent soldiers just to meet us." Sir Hilton said to the Duke of Bemessi.

"Oh, really?" The stone hanging in Duke Bemessi's heart was put down, but he didn't expect that it was Baron Leopold and Bruce who saved him in the end.

Bruce and Baron Leopold looked down at the corpse of the White Knight lying on the ground, it was a headless corpse, but the white armor was very striking, but Bruce's brow was furrowed.

"Lord Bruce, why don't you seem to be happy about killing the White Knight?" Leopold's face was tired, but he looked very happy, and asked curiously after seeing Bruce's appearance.

"Is this the White Knight? Has no one seen him for what he really is? Bruce held a torch in his hand, and the flickering flames shone on the corpses on the ground.

"I've asked, no one has ever seen the true face of the White Knight, but we can see the face of this mysterious guy now." Baron Leopold laughed, patted Bruce on the shoulder, and beckoned the soldier with the head of the White Knight to come over.

"Kang Chang." The helmet's visor was opened, revealing a young face, angular, straight nose, and broad lips, only by this time the skin had turned dead white.

"Pretty ordinary!" Leopold looked at it carefully and pouted.

"Hmm." Bruce frowned and covered his nose with his sleeve, he was still not used to the strong smell of blood, and blood was still dripping from the neck cavity of his skull.

"Who is it?" Suddenly, Edward, who was standing behind Bruce and tied his eyes with coarse linen, frowned and pulled out the sword at his waist.

"What's wrong?" Bruce and Baron Leopold asked, there didn't seem to be anything unusual around, but Edward didn't let his guard down.

"Are you too nervous?" Stukov also thought Edward was a little too suspicious, so he told him.

"I felt a killing intent, a very strong approach to us." Edward lowered his head, he frowned, clenched the hilt of his sword and said to Stukov.

"Oh?" As soon as Edward said this, Stukov also noticed a hint of abnormality, people who have experienced life and death will always have a sensitivity that is different from ordinary people.

"Uh~~."

"Who is it?"

"Be careful, there are still enemies, ah~~."

At this moment, warnings and screams rang out all around, and the Greenton militia seemed to have encountered an enemy, and Bruce and Baron Leopold were taken aback, they did not expect that after killing the White Knight, there would be an enemy who would dare to attack them.

"How so?" Bruce drew his sword as well, and the Grington militia had surrounded the top of the hill, and he had thought that after the victory, all that was left was to clean up the battlefield.

Before dawn, when the vision is weak, the screams everywhere make it impossible to tell how many enemies there are.

"Phalanx defense, assemble." Bruce hurriedly ordered the Grinton militia, and the militia hurriedly centered on Bruce, Leopold and others, who watched the darkness vigilantly.

"Whew~~." A pair of red eyes flashed in the darkness, like a terrible bloodthirsty beast, looking at Bruce and the others on the hill.

"Hold up the torch." Stukov said loudly, and the militiamen hurriedly lit the torches, and when everyone raised the torches, the hill suddenly became bright.

"Kill you." Approaching Bruce and the others was Woolf, his clothes turned into strips, the cyan beast patterns of the north covered his body, and he carried a battle axe, which was stuck to the flesh of a man.

With his eyes fixed on the Grington militia phalanx, his teeth clenched as if he wanted to tear everyone in the phalanx to minced flesh, Woolf had only thoughts of revenge.

"Grington phalanx, defense, defense, defense." Bruce took a deep breath, the cold, fresh air filling his lungs, and he raised his sword and shouted loudly, both as an order and as a morale boost.

"Huh." But when Bruce shouted the order, his face was reflected under the torches, and Woolf saw it carefully in the dark, and he immediately understood that Bruce was the commander of this army, and the killing intent made him imprint Bruce's face deeply in his mind.

"Goo." A young Greenton militiaman held a spear in his hand, he had clear blue eyes, and he wore an iron helmet captured from the battlefield on his head, but because of bad luck, he did not draw lots to get the armor, but he was close to his companions, so that he was not very afraid, but now he had a hint of fear.

"Where the damn bastard is?" The companion next to them cursed softly, and they looked around, but could see nothing but the darkness of the night.

"Don't make a sound, it's almost dawn, hold on." Military Tribune Mitch held a torch and said he Greenton Militia.

"That's right." Mickey's words relieved everyone's hearts, the dawn will soon pass, as long as the soldiers of the vassals will feel that from the attack just now, the other party should not be many in number, otherwise it would have rushed up a long time ago.

"Whew, that's good~~." The young Greenton militiaman let out a sigh of relief, and his face had just taken on a relaxed look, when suddenly, a sound broke through the air.

"Whoosh~~, poof~~~, uh~~." I saw a tomahawk fly over, and the chopping face happened to slash the face of the young Glinton militiaman, and immediately the blood flowed, and the Glinton militiaman who was cut in the face made a sound similar to hiccups, and then fell to the ground weakly.

"Oh~~." The rest of the Greenton militia suddenly stirred, and they looked at their fallen comrades in horror, hot blood splattering on the bodies of those next to them.

"Whew~~." Immediately after, a terrifying humanoid monster seemed to emerge from the darkness and rushed over in a moment of panic among the Glinton militiamen.