The masked knight, who was holding a tomahawk in his right hand and a round shield in his left arm, suddenly felt as if a person had fallen to the ground on his left. Although he did not dare to let his guard down, he still glanced quickly at the man on the ground on his left.

Just this glance caused him to be killed. Sir Augustin held the double-edged knight's sword with both hands, aimed at his head and neck, and slashed diagonally downward. The Masked Rider raised the shield he was wearing on his left arm just to block Jazz's sword, only to hear a "whoosh" and an arrow flew at high speed and struck him in the left thigh like lightning.

The Masked Rider was shot in the left leg, and the parrying stance immediately became shorter, and Jazz slashed diagonally into his opponent's left neck. Thankfully, a ring of neck armor on the lower part of the helmet blocked the sword, but his brain was dizzy from the sword.

While his opponent's body was shaking, Jazz lifted his right leg to his opponent's chest and kicked him to the ground. As the Masked Rider fell to the ground, he raised his tomahawk and slashed at Jazz's thigh.

At that moment, another high-speed arrow hit his right arm. Sir Augustine raised his sword and was about to pierce the unarmored crevice of the creature's right shoulder socket when he heard a voice in the darkness: "Sir, wait. ”

Augustine stepped on the round shield worn by his opponent's left arm with his right foot, and pointed the battle axe that had snatched his opponent's right hand at the guy who was lying on his back, and said, "Say, who sent you?" ”

Isabel held a standard longbow used by the English longbowmen, put an arrow on the bowstring in her right hand, and slowly walked over with two or three arrows in her mouth. Sir Augustine looked at his daughter, who was unharmed, and said again, "If you don't say anything more, I'll cut off your head with this axe!" ”

Isabel raised her hand and fired another arrow, which hit the masked rider in the left arm. He took the biting arrow from his mouth and glanced at his father, who had gone through a desperate fight: "Sir, you go to see Clark and his son, and immediately go back to the manor and call some people." I'll ask him. ”

Sir Augustine nodded, and threw down the battle axe in his hand: "Well, you have to be careful that they have others. ”

"Let's go." Isabel nodded.

Now, the masked knight lying on the ground has lost his ability to resist with an arrow in both arms and left leg. Seeing this, Isabel threw away her longbow and arrows, picked up her tomahawk and walked over to the masked knight. With his left foot on the opponent's breastplate, he waved the tomahawk in his hand in front of the opponent's eyes and said, "Hey, I guess you must be a dumb person." Otherwise, you have escaped from a psychiatric hospital. ”

An iron helmet with an iron mask that can be closed up and down on the front not only protects the head and face, but also has a certain sound insulation effect. Perhaps, the masked knight, who was enduring the severe pain caused by various parts of his body, had symptoms of trance in his spirit, coupled with the sound insulation effect of the helmet, so that he only vaguely heard the other party say a word: "dumb".

Through the mask, he opened his mouth and scolded in French: "You pig, I am not dumb!" ”

"Well, I can speak French and understand English. So, you're a mercenary. Hey, how much money did you and your people take so you and your people could kill me and Sir? Elobel asked in French unhurriedly.

"Pig, you don't deserve to talk to me."

"Bastard, you scolded me for being a pig again?!"

Isabel grasped the tomahawk and slashed it diagonally into the opponent's iron mask. The mask was cut open from top to bottom by the tomahawk, and she caught a glimpse of the frightened eyes under the mask: "If you scold me again, I'll let your dick taste this axe." ”

The eyes under the mask turned back and forth, but the mouth, which was still hiding behind the mask at this time, said, "I am a quasi-knight loyal to the lord, and I will not betray my lord." ”

"Well, I'm sure you won't betray your lord. Tell me, how to die so that you can hurry to God's paradise. ”

"Hahaha... I'm going to let you and Jazz go to hell with me! ”

"Raised by a son of a bitch, you scold again!"

Glaring and gnashing her teeth, Isabel took a step back, picked up her tomahawk and slashed at the masked knight's left arm. An axe cut down without cutting off the opponent's arm, followed by another axe. Due to the two powerful slashes on his arm, the masked rider screamed twice and fainted in pain.

Seeing that the other party suddenly stopped screaming and scolding, and her body no longer writhed in pain, Isabel sat down on the grass next to the masked rider. At this moment, she heard shouts from behind her: "Miss Isabel, Miss Isabel, where are you?" ”

Turning his head, he saw a dozen or so torches and oil lamps emitting blazing flames and glowing in the night, moving rapidly from the direction of Asker Manor. Isabel stood up with her tomahawk in her hand and shouted at the torches and oil lamps: "Here I am! I'm here! ”

When her father, Sir Augustine, with a dozen or so peasants armed with various weapons, torches, and oil lamps, searched for the man they were looking for, Sir Augustine, with a solemn expression on his face, said to her, "Are you all right, child?" ”

Isabel looked at her father and the farmer beside her father, smiled and shrugged her shoulders: "I'm fine. The bastard still had a breath and carried him back. ”

The four muscular peasants cursed as they lifted the masked mercenary, who was too badly wounded, let out a low grunt of pain from the mercenary's throat. Isabel didn't bother to talk to her father, so she hurriedly walked over and put her ear to the mercenary's face and whispered, "Hey, what do you want to say?" ”

"Patsy, Patsy......"

"What do you say? Say it again. ”

One of the peasants, who had been holding the mercenary, put his ear to the other's mouth and listened, and then said to Isabel, "Miss, this bastard seems to be dead. ”

Isabel nodded thoughtfully, "You go find a wagon to bring these bodies and weapons back." There are two more in the woods, and then look for their horses. ”

"Yes, miss."

"If anyone sees a vigilante passing by, let them go and inform the Duke. Forget it, it's better to find someone to ride to the castle immediately to inform the duke. ”

"I see, miss."

While the farmers carried away the corpses and cleaned up the battlefield, Sir and Isabel walked back to the manor under the protection of several farmers armed with spears, swords and shields. At this time, Isabel hurriedly asked the father and son of the keeper of the public book: "Sir, how are the Clark father and son?" Is the injury serious? ”

Jazz looked sideways at her, "That boy... Didn't make it through, Clark should be fine. ”

Isabel looked up at the sky under the night: "Is it true that God does not favor the poor?" ”

Sir August's expression was heavy: "Pray to God, may Walter Clarke be with God sooner." ”