Before the eyes of Hunter, the fat Earl of the Red Boar, and his vassals and vassals, the temporary stables of the barracks were long empty, and even Hunt's favorite 'Fat Bob' was long gone. The muddy ground was only a jumble of horseshoe marks and soldiers' footprints.

"You don't need your horse anymore, Red Boar." Behind the Earl of the Red Boar and the vassals who protected him, came the voice of the Red Boar's deep memory.

"Oh, I don't think anyone is so bold as to attack my barracks at night." Count Red Boar turned his head with a hideous expression, his expression was very ugly, "It turned out to be you, the vicious dog abandoned by Segal II, but you didn't appear in time, I guessed that it was you little scholar." You know your voice reminds me of a little over a year ago, the guy who left his soldiers on the run away. ”

"Really? Could it be that you're ready to repeat my mistakes tonight? But it's a pity, red boar. Arcana doesn't seem to give you much of a chance to escape. Your stables are empty, so you must be ready to put on a pair of wings and fly away from here! The light from his brown eyes was close to the round eyes of the Count of the Red Boar.

"Little Scholar Walker, you used to think most of the things wrong, so tonight I think you're a little too proud. The little soldiers beside you are no match for my red boar and the crimson sword in my hand. Well, now I don't have time to hang around here with you idiot. Jon, Sean, Jim, take your existing people and give me a clean job of these guys that make me tickle my heart when I look at them. The Red Boar snorted haughtily, and he looked down at Count Walker and the few men he had brought with him, "I'm here to see how you've been killed by the warriors of my Entle, and I'd love to see your sad end." ”

Before Count Hunter's words fell, he remembered the sound of the sword unsheathed, and three generals immediately flashed beside him, and they rushed towards Count Walker and the men he had brought with a small group of soldiers who followed behind them.

The two brothers, Jon and Sean, the lieutenant of Entle, are in step with each other, like a pair of twin shadows with two-handed swords, and Jim, Baron of Woodbank, is young and vigorous, dragging his sword to attack, and his eyebrows reveal a solemn murderous aura, "Take your life, I will avenge my father's revenge!" ”

"Where there is a father, there is a son! Woodbank! Walker, Earl of Affin, stood calmly in the face of Jim, Baron of Woodbank, who was dragging his sword, while the elite soldiers of Diffin beside him covered him, intercepting the attacking Entle lieutenants Jon and Sean, as well as the screaming Entle soldiers.

In Earl Walker's eyes, Jim's swordsmanship seemed to be nothing more than that, like some of the rookie knights in the knights' arena who had lost to him, Jim was just holding his sword above his head with both hands, a big move that was nothing new—the usual trick of a warrior—a powerful move.

"With this level of swordsmanship, let's learn how your daddy Sherlock uses the saber of your Woodbank hussars on horseback!" Wood stepped back and quickly blocked with his sword, but Jim didn't slash his sword and quickly changed his offensive strategy. The long sword that slashed from the top of Walker's head turned into a sharp tip thrust as it was slightly retracted, and it went straight to Walker's heart.

"The abominable Earl who slew my father, you should come and judge my swordsmanship after you have seen it! Enemies! Pick up! Jim's feint seemed to have worked, and the thrust at the tip of the longsword seemed to have caught Walker off guard, "Die for me!" ”

"Ding!" The crisp sound and the slight trembling of the blade reached Jim's ears and palms, and Earl Walker lifted the scabbard from his waist at some point, raised it in the opposite direction of the long sword he stabbed, and suddenly went outward, and the sharp thrust blow was completely disintegrated.

"I told you you had to go to your old man who broke his oath and learn the saber and knife of the Woodbank hussars, for swordsmanship is not for you at all! Compared to those so-called dueling masters, your swordsmanship is as bad as a rookie. Jim's eyes seemed to freeze after Earl Walker's sarcasm, and after the cold sword light that swept across his abdomen, it brought an extreme chill, and he could barely take his steps, but his arms hung down, and his legs fell to the ground weakly. His abdomen didn't seem to be torn apart by Walker's blade, but the frosty mist that the sword brought was gradually expanding, and he could no longer breathe, and he saw his father Sherlock gently beckoning to him in the cold, "Come on, kid, you have lost the duel." ”

"Damn!" Jon and Sean were completely enraged by Earl Walker, and in their eyes, Baron Jim, who had always been known for his proficiency in swordsmanship in Woodbank, had not even survived Walker's three moves, and he had lost his life so easily, which was simply an unbearable shame for the two of them who recognized Jim's swordsmanship. One of them knocked down the elite warriors of Yafen who were fighting with them with one sword, and both of them attacked with their swords, and their mouths spurted out of their mouths with excited saliva, "Look at the move, damn Yafenburg!" You must have taken a wizard's magic potion, you're an evil heretic at all! ”

"Presumptuous little vassal, you two should call me Your Excellency the Earl." Earl Walker looked at each other angrily, and met the two brothers Jon and Sean in composure, the cooperation of the frost sword and scabbard made Walker's defense almost airtight, while Jon and Sean brothers tried their best, but they couldn't get close to Walker's body at all, but felt a little powerless.

"Haven't you noticed? Two little minions of the Red Boar, your weapons are starting to freeze. Learn from Lindisfark and Gelder how to stand idly by, and if you don't stop your ridiculous two-man tactics, the next move will be when both of you die with your sword. Walker said coldly, his brown eyes revealing a sense of composure.

"What a joke! We never believe in any witchcraft, it's just your trick, how can the blade freeze in this weather? This is the temple priests' foolish stuff! We think the next move will be your end. Although Jon and Sean were in the same step, one was the main attack on the upper section and the other on the lower plate, and the long sword he swung flashed two extremely fast light marks.

"Sometimes, stubbornness can bring disaster, and although I can't explain why, I only know that the sword in my hand comes from the Temple of Arcana in Parma. This isn't the magic power to fool people. This is the true power of Arcana. Walker swung a sharp slash with both hands in a very large arc, only to see Jon and Sean's long sword blades shattered in the collision with the blades of the Frost Sword, Walker's powerful slash almost set off a strong sword aura, Jon and Sean slashed strongly in the Frost Sword Broken bones and tendons, and the spreading frost instantly froze the two into two ice sculptures.

The Entel soldiers in the battle scattered in front of the elite warriors of Yafen as if they had seen ghosts. Even the Earl of the Red Boar, who was watching the battle, suddenly convulsed and began to panic, but fortunately he could feel the almost invulnerable Mithril plate armor on his fat body so that he would not panic. Next to the Earl of the Red Boar, Baroness Lindisfark, Baroness Elaine's courtier, Dyer, and Galle's military governor, Chloe, had already looked at each other. The Baron Horton of Diefend, who had surrendered, slowly stepped back behind the red boar, and his nervousness had already made him retreat.

"Red Boar Hunter, do you still think I'm the disgraced me I used to be? Who else is going to die for the red boar in vain? Just stand up. The Frost Sword flickered with a cold glow, and the tip of its sword pointed at all the officers beside the Red Boar.

"Dyer, Chloe, Houghton! You three take down this arrogant boy for me! "Hunt Untelschnett, Earl of the Red Boar, was almost furious, and a thunderous roar erupted from his fat body. But no one drew their swords and stood up.

Dale and Chloe looked at each other, narrowed their eyes, and nodded, but instead put away their unsheathed swords, and immediately stood aside in amusement, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Sect Master." Now we are facing an irreversible decline in front of us, I don't think we have to or obligation to lose our lives for you, uh surrender is not a loss of glory, maybe we don't even have to pay the ransom. We are only vassals of your vassals, we are only obligated to our lords, and we have no obligations to the suzerain, and even if we do, we are only paying lip service. ”

"You guys! You two traitors, I will definitely kill you when I return to Entre. The Red Boar Count was furious. Dyer, Chloe's instant defection completely drained his fighting confidence.

"Your Excellency, you better take care of yourself, I don't think you have a chance to return to Entle. Your enemies are right before you. They immediately fell on Walker, and they got out of the way between Walker and Count Red Boar, and they spread out their hands towards Count Red Boar, their faces full of banter, and they shrugged helplessly at Hunter as if they were mocking.

"Horton! My direct vassals! Hunt Entleschnett, Earl of Entle's red boar, had a cloud of fire on his face, and he shouted as he looked around, stamping his feet in a hurry, "Are you leaving me too?" ”

Horton was already gone, and he saw the opportunity to pull the fleeing cavalry passing by him off his horse and flip onto his horse.

"Your ambition will end with the extinguishing of the fire of your life. Red boar. Walker said coldly, and he took the frost sword in his hand with a steady step, and approached the treacherous Earl of Entre Hunter step by step.