"Viscount Serindil, please cut my face and spare my knight, I apologize to you on his behalf!"

Viscount Curvin stood up from the root of the tree and humbly pleaded with Viscount Serindil, he did not want to lose one of the two remaining knights.

Who would have thought that Viscount Kewen, who once called for wind and rain in Denlenburg, had a noble status and no one dared to provoke, would fall into such a field today.

In the past, if someone said that Viscount Cowen would lose power one day, then that person would definitely be regarded as a madman by everyone.

But now, Viscount Kewen has really fallen into such a difficult situation, like a prisoner and a person with the same title.

This is absolutely impossible for the former Viscount Kewen, but this period of exile has worn out his temper.

Sir Cerf couldn't help but reddened his eyes when he looked at Viscount Cowen, who was inferior to him, but the hard training for many years still kept him from crying.

He looked at Viscount Serendil firmly and said, "According to the custom of the Tskema Kingdom, as long as I defeat your three knights, you must personally have a one-on-one duel with me, I hope you can abide by it!" ”

"Of course, I will definitely abide by it, after all, I am a real nobleman who values honor!"

Viscount Serindil uttered a heart-wrenching remark, and he was completely mocking Viscount Cowen, who had lost his territory, wandering around like a lost dog.

Holding back the anger in his heart, Sir Cerf did not dare to break out, for he was afraid that his recklessness would bring more trouble to Viscount Curvin.

Ser Forrest was ready, he looked quite formidable in his full-body chain mail, and his choice was a combination of a head hammer and a knight's shield.

This combination is quite lethal, and the defense is also more prominent, except that the speed of the mace swinging is slower than that of the longsword, and the lethality is more than that of the longsword.

Sir Cerf, on the other hand, is a very traditional sword and shield pairing, mainly because of his financial resources, he does not have so many options.

In fact, even the long swords in his hand now have been repaired and polished several times, and they still haven't been replaced with long swords of poor quality.

Although this is dangerous, they have no more options in destitute.

Sir Forrest took the mace in his hand and looked at Sir Cerf across from him.

And the duel between the two of them also attracted many onlookers.

"Behold, isn't that the knight of the lost dog, Viscount Cowen?"

"Yes, I didn't expect this kind of person to dare to provoke Viscount Serindil, I'm really impatient!"

Standing outside the station circle were low-ranking nobles and knights, and many soldiers also began to watch.

The two men first confronted each other, and then Sir Forrest put the shield on his left hand in front of him and charged straight at Ser Cerf.

And Sir Cerf was also very easy to deal with this situation, and he dodged directly to the side, which was much better than Sir Forrest's collision.

But Sir Forrest seemed to have been prepared, and the moment Sir Cerf dodged, he turned around directly, and the mace in his hand smashed directly into Ser Cerf's back.

"Be careful! Sir Cerf! The knight and Viscount Curvin who were watching the battle couldn't help but exclaim in surprise as they watched the crisis scene in the field.

But Sir Cerf was clearly not bewildered by Ser Forrest, and he turned around without even looking at him, holding his shield horizontally in front of him.

Successfully blocked Sir Forrest's attack.

However, the mace itself is a kind of heavy weapon, and with Sir Forrest's rotation acceleration, the force is very huge.

Even though Sir Cerf had blocked the enemy's attack with his shield in time, it was still inevitable that there would be a swelling pain in his arm, which affected his state.

Ser Cerf blocked Sir Forrest's attack, and without thinking much at all, he directly struck the hilt of his longsword on the enemy's Adam's apple.

The chain mail has little protection against blunt blows, and although he also has a layer of leather armor inside the chain mail, the leather armor obviously cannot wrap the whole body, including the neck and wrists, like the chain mail.

Hit to the Adam's apple, Sir Forrest fell down sadly, and although he did not die like this, he had lost his combat effectiveness, and the duel was won by Sir Cerf.

The next enemy, Sir Cerf, did not have much effort to win, and directly slashed the enemy's neck with his long sword, killing him in place.

But after all, his arm had been wounded during the battle with Ser Forrest.

While fighting the second enemy, he also used his cheats to block a lot of attacks, and as a result, the wound on his left arm became more and more severe.

Even when he raised his shield, there was a slight tremor, and this tremor was so obvious that even Viscount Cowen and another knight who were on the periphery of the standing circle could see it clearly.

"Don't hold on! Throw in the towel, Sir Cerf! I can't afford to lose another knight, don't be too strong! Viscount Curvin looked at Sir Cerf, who was injured but still holding on, and said with a distressed expression on his face.

However, Sir Cerf still did not obey Viscount Curwen's order, endured severe pain and trembling left arm, pointed the long sword in his right hand at Viscount Serindil's knights, and asked with a hideous and arrogant expression: "Who else dares to fight against me!" ”

"Stand up!" Sir Cerf looked at the knights in a louder voice, and scared them so much that none of them dared to stand up and fight him.

"Sir Bowen, go kill him!"

Viscount Serindil did not react much to Sir Serf's provocation, and called a random person by name and asked him to go to a duel with Sir Serf.

Instead of wielding a mace like the two knights before him, Sir Bowyn held a pair of swords and shields in his hand, as Ser Cerf had done.

Sir Cerf watched with great interest as the knight walked out of the enemy camp, obviously continuing to bombard with a mace was the best plan, but the person in front of him was holding a pair of swords and shields, which was undoubtedly a fool in the eyes of Ser Cerf.

However, the fool in the eyes of Sir Sef was an out-and-out master.

Moments later, Sir Cerf was wrapped in his helmet, his eyes blank and his pupils dilated.

A stream of viscous blood flowed through the cracks in his helmet, and he fell to his knees, struggling to straighten up.

But the weakness of the blood loss and the sharp pain in his abdomen made him unable to get up from the ground anyway, and in his abdomen was a sharp-looking sword, which was a keepsake that Sir Bowen had left in Sir Cerf's body.

"Puff ......"

A slight sound was inaudible in the field, but in the ears of Viscount Cowen and the other knight, it was like a thunderbolt from the sky.

Ser Cerf finally fell to the ground weakly, and the blood flowed down the blood groove on the sword, and he looked shabby, but in fact, the strong chain mail had finally lost his due defense after several times of destruction by the enemy.

Sir Bowen sent the sword through the gap into Sir Sef's body.

"Lord Viscount...... I...... I can't serve you anymore...... This is...... One last thing I can do for you...... No one should despise you anymore! ”