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In the dark night, Memleben slept quietly, without the colorful light pollution of the later generations, and without the noisy steel traffic, so clean and quiet sleeping under this endless sea of stars; The gravel road winds its way down the gate of the ancient monastery and into the unknown distance; There are only a few houses on both sides of the road that are still glowing, and the boring nightlife forces people to climb into bed early to work or get up early the next day to toss themselves to vent their energy; "Bang bang." The horseshoe made a crisp sound on the road, and Herman and his attendants galloped from the palace towards their manor.

The houses on either side of the house quickly retreated as the master and servant galloped, and soon Herman left the crowded residential area and entered a sparsely populated area outside the city. As Herman was skirting a grove along the road, several arrows flew out of the dark grove and headed straight for Herman; Herman, who had been in a lot of battles, reacted almost the moment the arrow flew out. "Watch the left!." Herman yelled and reminded the servants behind him, and then with his great strength, he hugged the horse's neck and hid sideways to the side of the warhorse; The servant who followed Herman did not react as if stunned by the utterly unexpected attack, and fell from his horse after being struck by an arrow, apparently not surviving, while the horse he was riding was frightened by the bow and arrow, and galloped off the road towards the wilderness.

Herman wanted to just run out of the siege and return to the manor with the horses, but he gave up on the plan when he saw the trees that had been cut down on the road in front of him to block his way, and the dozen or so pursuers who were also riding horses in the woods behind him. If he changed direction and rushed into the wilderness, it would be as the attackers intended, he regained control of the horse, stopped it, turned to face the riders behind him, and said, "You want to kill me?" The pursuers drew their weapons in silence and dismounted, and the fierce murderous aura that came to their faces said it all.

At this time, several people behind the barricade blocking Herman raised their bows and arrows and aimed them at Herman, and as long as they waited for the order to attack, they would shoot deadly arrows at Herman. "Put down that coward's bow and arrow, the lion of Saxony should not have died in such an unhonorable death! Draw your sword! Hail to Lord Herman! At this moment, a hoarse voice came from the pursuers, and a man whose face was covered with various scars slowly walked to the front of the crowd, which was terrifying enough to scare any child, and the deepest scar spread from his chin to what should have been his left ear, and the reason why it was supposed to be his ear was that Herman did not see his left ear. And the few people who were originally holding bows and arrows looked at each other when they heard this, nodded, or obediently threw away their bows and arrows, pulled out the long sword at their waists, and walked forward to surround Herman, Herman stared at the man with a terrifying face for a few seconds, then nodded and said: "Thank you for your appreciation, but with you, you still bring so many elite swordsmen to really look up to me." Then Herman drew his long sword with his backhand and jumped off the horse, and the only way to meet on a narrow road was to draw his sword!

"One, two, three,,,, xix; Nineteen swordsmen, kill the lonely ones behind first, and then kill the leader! Herman quickly made the most suitable plan according to his current situation, Herman made up his mind and stabbed his backhand sword on the horse's buttocks, and the horse immediately roared in pain and rushed towards the crowd in front of him, while Herman was a reflexive and slashed forward with a standard step forward and slashed at the few assassins who had just put down their bows and arrows and held short swords and did not seem to be very good at hand-to-hand combat. It seemed that Herman was really not good at melee combat, or Herman was really fast enough to react, Herman's longsword cut into the throat of one of the assassins almost without any resistance, and the blow was fatal, and then Herman raised his forearm to block the assassin who pounced on him on the left, and the assassin saw that his sword had slashed at Herman's forearm, and the joy that had just been revealed froze on his face, because his sword did not cause any injuries to Herman at all, and his short sword never penetrated except through Herman's clothes; Herman drew his sword, which had just taken a human life, and stabbed the assassin in the stomach who was stunned by his "invulnerability". Then he grabbed the assassin who had not figured out why he could not hurt Herman until he died, and threw him at the last assassin who was standing behind Herman, who was a crisp thrust; The third Assassin's hurried block at the harassment of the corpses of his companions was deflected away by Herman's powerful sword, and in the blink of an eye, Herman completed a smooth triple kill.

Herman didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief before retreating into the layers of barricades, the barricades that the killers had used to prevent Herman from escaping had instead become the best protection for Herman's back, and the few seconds of the hand-to-hand exchange showed off his superb melee skills. With accurate calculations and just the right amount of swordsmanship, it was impossible to kill those three assassins in an instant just now.

"Papapa~" The man with a scar on his face also applauded this series of wonderful combat skills; "It's worthy of the Sword Saint Herman of Quetta Fort, those guys who say you are old and useless can die, it's so perfect that people can't find any fault with their swordsmanship." As he spoke, the terrifying man was a little distracted, as if he was still intoxicated by Herman's deadly art just now.

Herman frowned at the position of the man who spoke, wondering why the man had been careful to keep his distance from him; Herman's attempt to disrupt everyone by killing him was completely impossible, and this man was obviously very strong but cautious, not at all like a master of swordsmanship.

"Alright, then, it's time for dinner, and let me continue to admire the best swordsmen of Lower Saxony." The terrifying-looking leader of the Assassins motioned for the rest of his men to rush forward and kill Herman.

Not far from the place where Herman was attacked, Carolan was guarded by the well-trained guards of the Salian family and marched quickly towards the manor; Those who ambushed him were roughly interrogated after being captured, they were basically refugees from various regions, who had been hiding in the mountains to escape the war or the lord's taxes, but after being caught by the slave group, they were sold as slaves to the black-robed man who had just escaped; These people were inexplicably taken to stay in this mountainous area for several days after being bought by the black-robed man, and then today they were driven here by the black-robed man to do this, and the black-robed man only told them that they would be rewarded heavily when this was done; No one explained to them what they were here for, and no one told them why they were doing it. They don't even know each other's language, and they can't communicate with each other if they want to.

"Are there more than a hundred people in the forest near Memleben?" Caroline felt that the matter was getting more and more complicated; Although the East Frankish Kingdom has never had a fixed capital, Henry the Bird Catcher has been staying in Memleben for the past few years and has not gone anywhere, as if he is planning something, and this place has almost become the heart of the East Francian Kingdom's royal power; can raise such a headless centaur under the nose of Henry, a bird catcher, if there is no one behind him to support him, no one will believe it.

Although it is impossible to figure out who is behind this incident, and according to Carolan's feelings, the two attacks against him were obviously not carried out by a group of people, and the first group of pursuers obviously wanted to kill themselves immediately, and did not care about the revenge of the Klose family; The latter attack was more like an attempt to kidnap himself; But if you can't figure it out, you can't figure it out, these slaves were generously gifted to Caroline by Vilna after they were captured by Vilna, so these slaves belong to Caroline from now on; Even if Carolan gave the order to kill all these slaves now to vent her anger, no one could say anything. But Caroline clearly had more far-reaching thoughts than venting her anger. After this incident, Carolan suddenly had an incomparable desire for power, he didn't want to have another experience of being hunted down and killed on the line of life and death, if this group of slaves could be used well, they could lay a very solid foundation for Carolan.

While Carolan was thinking about what to do with the slaves, his father was being put to the test; "Whew. Call.. Herman gasped violently with his sword; There was a deep wound on his back and on his left shoulder, bleeding incessantly, and even more frightening than the wound on his body was the sixteen corpses lying around Herman; In just a few moments, thirteen battle-hardened swordsmen died at the hands of the Saxon lion. The last three remaining Assassins were confronting Herman not far away.

The leader of the Assassins, who had been watching from the sidelines without making a move, said in a tone of admiration: "It's really the Lion of Saxony, even if it's me. He paused, then hesitated and continued, "No, it's impossible for all the warriors I've ever seen to kill these thirteen guys so quickly. Herman replied in a weak tone, "Don't talk nonsense, let's go together." ”

"Well, as you wish." The leader replied to Herman in a relaxed tone, and he drew his weapon in a relaxed position, as if thinking he could easily kill Herman, who was already exhausted. The Assassin leader then easily slashed down his two remaining companions from behind.

Looking at Herman's eyes, whose pupils constricted in surprise, the Assassin leader shrugged and said, "I was only asked to see that their original leader was killed by me for provoking me before you came. Seeing Herman's guarded face, the Assassin leader continued: "Don't look at me like that, I'm not really with them, it's just a small reward as an East Franconian for your work in saving the kingdom at the hands of the Magyars. Then the Assassin leader gathered away his weapon and said, "My name is Calvin, Calvin?" Ranhe, we'll meet again, and I'll be sure to challenge you to the best of East Francia. "The Assassin leader heard Calvin in Herman? The name Ranhe sometimes seemed a little shocked, and his eyes slowly disappeared into the night.

Herman shook his head, did not think further, took care of the wound haphazardly, found a horse brought by the Assassins, rode on, and galloped away in the direction of home; He needed to stop the bleeding, or he would die laughing at the Assassin's hands and die from these wounds.

In a nondescript courtyard in Memleben in the distance, a young man in a red cloak is playing with a small horse sculpture; Suddenly, the gate of the courtyard was slammed open, and an angry middle-aged man in white rushed in and asked loudly, "Ledin, what have you done!" Have you forgotten all the hatred of the Zelasi family! ”

The young man in the red cloak replied faintly, "Dear brother, I don't know what you're talking about. The bearded middle-aged man in white continued to roar loudly: "Wasn't Calvin sent by you, if he hadn't killed the person I sent to command, Herman would definitely not have been able to escape the sniping of eighteen elite swordsmen today!" He's definitely dead! "Calvin is not my subordinate, I can command the terrifying Grim Reaper on the ice field, besides, those elite swordsmen will die if they die, and I don't know how many other people's spies are mixed in." The younger red cloak responded to his brother unhurriedly; Then outside the gate came a man dressed as a servant, and he walked in briskly, and the young man quickly whispered a few words before withdrawing; The young man, that is, the middle-aged man who just said Layding? Zelasi's face changed and he stood up: "Bell! You kept slaves in the forest near Memleben and sent them to attack Carolan? Klose? "What's the matter, it's just a little rabbit cub, kill it, just make the Klose family pay a little price." Bell replied with a nonchalant look on his face.

"Fool, you're going to doom us!" After saying this, Redin quickly walked out of the courtyard, knowing that if the birdcatchers of the palace knew about the events of the night, he would sweep all the corners around Memleben, and that people like them were the best sacrifices to appease the birdcatchers' wrath; The king would never allow such a group of forces to exist under his nose that were not controlled by him!

After Bell heard Redding angrily scolding him for being a fool, his face changed red and white, but he didn't dare to say anything to the angry Redding, and waited until Redin had already walked out of the yard before he scolded in a low voice: "What's so arrogant, it's just a mongrel." Then he walked out of the courtyard quickly.

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