Arold's construction soon made Grace taste the magic in the fight, maybe the enemy's eyes and movements will deceive her, but every time Sir Will tries to attack, his shoulder will inevitably expose the attempt to move, Grace, who is aware of this, can always see through Sir Will's actions, and in desperation, Sir Will can only suppress Grace with strength, and suddenly the duel in the barracks becomes more intense, Sir Will's sword strikes on Grace's shield with a muffled sound, Unlike the Franks, the Vikings' wooden shields were made of wood and nailed with iron nails and bars, and the Frankish pointed shields were made of wood and leather, which were heavier, but Grace used the shield as if it were an extension of her own arm, and she protected her body and slammed it into Sir Will like a rhinoceros, and the sudden attack almost caused Sir Will to fall to the ground.

This kind of impact is the Viking warrior's specialty, dozens or even hundreds of Viking warriors with round shields side by side into a shield formation, together to rush the enemy's position can play a role in the formation, the enemy formation after the rush and then raise the tomahawk to slash, almost no one can resist, this is also their countless use of effective battle formation, individual soldiers are also a very useful trick, if the opponent falls in the impact, then will inevitably lose.

"Hiss~~~." Sir Will stumbled to his feet, but was slashed in the back by Grace's battle axe, causing the surrounding Masons to exclaim, while the Viking warriors laughed and raised their arms.

"Stop." It was at this point that Duke Abel finally stepped in to stop the duel. Only the duke, as commander in chief of the army, had the right to stop a private fight, and the duke had good reasons to avoid internal commotion before the war.

"Whew." Grace's hair was scattered over her shoulders, she grabbed her shield and tomahawk, and still did not let her guard down, at this time she was already on the verge of mania, her teeth clenched tightly, like an angry female leopard, once the Viking warriors were provoked, they would lose their minds and never die, which is why they were called berserkers.

"Enough is Grace. It's over. Arold hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Grace's shoulder. Trying to bring her back to her senses, he remembered that calming the woman's back would calm their feelings, so he reached out and pressed Grace's back.

"Oh woo~~~." But Grace's eyes were filled with anger, and the pain of the wound on her arm was irritating her nerves. Not being able to defeat the enemy in front of her seemed to be a very humiliating thing for her. However, Arold hurriedly hugged the Nordic girl's body tightly.

"Hmph. The Viking knights are nothing more than that, phew. "Sir Will saw that the Duke of Able had come forward, and knew that the matter could not continue. It is significant that the Count of Praune, a vassal of the Duke of Able, also arrived, and as the sovereign of Sir Will ordered him not to fight a duel.

"Let me kill him." The Norse girl Grace was about to go crazy, but Arold's arms grabbed her so hard that she couldn't fight for revenge, and the two pulled apart in the open space of the barracks until Sir Ron came to help Arold stop Grace, and waited until Sir Will left the place.

"Sir Will has no need to embarrass a woman, it's not reputable." Sir Ron looked at Sir Will's departing back and said to Arrod with a frown.

"There's something wrong." Arold let go of Grath's arm, he couldn't understand why Sir Will deliberately killed Gris, there must be some reason for this, and the face of General Count Lauzitz came to his mind.

When Sir Will returned to his tent with a spire, he took off his chain mail and smock, and there were wounds in several parts of his body, Sir Will had two squires, these squires as the knight's guards not only had to fight on foot with swords on the battlefield, but also took care of the knight's daily life in daily life, of course, including helping the knight heal and other trivial chores, when Sir Will took off his armor and clothing to expose the wound, the squire quickly took out a needle and thread to sew the wound together, Sir Will's body was covered with several wounds, large and small, which did not seem to be anything to him, and another squire poured ale for Sir so that Sir could hold back the pain while drinking.

"It was a good fight, but it didn't kill that northern girl." At this moment, the general of the Earl of Lauzitz lifted the curtain of the tent and entered, and he looked at Sir Will, who was sitting on a wooden box and drinking while letting his attendants stitch up his wounds.

"Hmph, if it weren't for Arrod's ghost, I would have killed that a long time ago, but why do you have to kill her?" Sir Will squinted at Count Lauzett's general, he had to make Count Lauzitz hate Arrod, at first when Count Lauzett's general approached him, he thought he wanted him to kill Arold, but he also wanted him to kill Grace.

"That girl is the daughter of the former king of Denmark, and Arold can't be allowed to control her." The general of the Earl of Lautz, who found another suitcase and sat down, said to Sir Will.

"Is this what Count Lauzitz meant?" Sir Will asked curiously.

"No, it's my own claim, okay, it's paying you." The general of the Count of Lauzitz took out his money bag and threw it in front of Sir Will, yes, they were old acquaintances, that was before Sir Will became the knight of the Earl of Praun, he was a hired knight for a period of time, and said that the hired knight was actually a bandit robber, when he was caught robbing the territory of the Count of Lauzitz, the general of the Count of Lauzitz interceded for him and released him, and made a new identity for him, arranged to enter the court of the Count of Praun, and became the knight of the Count of Praun.

"Hmph, you all go down." Sir Will took the money bag in his hand, and waved his attendants out of the tent, where the two talked for a long time before the general of the Earl of Lausitz left the tent.

"Ah~~~." In the tent of the barracks, where the black lion heraldic flag was hung, a woman's scream rang out, causing the passing patrol soldiers to stop, not knowing what was happening, but seeing that it was the camp of the Count of Mecklenburg, they all slowed down with a strange smile.

"Okay, don't shout, if you don't disinfect with alcohol, the wound will become inflamed, it's better than using a hot soldering iron to burn and leave a scar." Arold said with a headache to Grace who was lying on his camp bed, holding in his hand a small bottle of distilled brandy, which was actually an ingredient in the flamethrower's mixture, and of course a valuable healing item that Arold carried with him.

"But it really hurts." Grace was lying on Arold's marching bed, she had several wounds on her body, on her shoulders, waist and thighs, and the brandy was poured on her shoulders and waist, which of course made her cry out in pain, but when she heard that it was to be sterilized with a hot soldering iron, she endured it with tears in her eyes at the thought of the ugly wounds left on her fair skin, after all, brandy does not leave wounds, and it is not so terrible.

"Why don't you know how to cry out in pain during a duel?" Arrold sneered at Grace.

"At that time, it just didn't hurt, but after you poured this weird wine, it really hurt and couldn't stand it." Grace blinked her eyes like the sea, and said pitifully to Arrod, not seeing the fierce appearance in the dueling arena at all.

"Hey, okay, just be careful not to touch the water." Arrod shook his head, if a girl of this age was in the next life, it would not be a leisurely and comfortable fashion life, but in this era, she had to fight with an axe, and if she was not careful, she would die in nowhere, and she would inevitably feel pity in her heart.

"But there are still wounds that haven't been treated?" Grace asked, puzzled.

"Ahem, you can get it yourself, and the wine will be given to you." Arold's face was slightly red, the wound on the thigh was too sensitive, even if Arold had already experienced personnel, it was not good to drench her thighs with wine, especially the slender legs of this Nordic Nizi, because of the tight thighs of the exercise, there was no trace of fat, it was really a fight with the European and American models who watched on TV in later generations, oh no, it was more graceful than those models who relied on the gym to shape their bodies, Arold saw a little heart beating violently through Grace's trousers, Not to mention looking at the white thighs.

"But it's really troublesome, you can help me." Grace's brow furrowed, and she turned around regardless of it, and with both hands, she tore the trousers of the injured leg in half, anyway, she only needed to tie it with a linen rope, and a white jade leg was lifted and placed in front of Arold.

", this leg." Arold is also a man who was shocked by this, I have to say that the legs of the Nordic girl are very beautiful, and there is no regret that the ordinary Nordic hair is vigorous, a sharp sword on the white skin is a shocking wound presented in front of Arold, along the straight leg up is the plump and round buttocks, the slender and moving waist, and the two full peaks, Arold felt a hot current rushing downward.

"What's wrong with you, hurry up, I'm feeling a little cold." Grace complained disgruntled to Arrod.

"Uh-oh." Arold took a deep breath and sprinkled brandy on Grace's wound with her trembling hands, only to see Grace's eyes closed, her brow furrowed, her teeth biting her red lips, and her hands grasping the edge of the camp bed.

"Hmm~~~Hmm~~." Grace tried her best to hold back the pain, and let out a fatal grunt, her legs twitched a few times, and suddenly Grace threw herself into Arold's arms.

"Grace, what are you doing? Ah~~~~" Arold seemed to be thrown into his arms by a ball of flames, he didn't expect this Nizi to be so bold and take the opportunity to attack him, just when the heavens and men were at war in his heart, a sharp pain hit his shoulder. (To be continued......)