Ron threw away the shield in his hand and rushed towards Zhijeff without hesitation, his actions not only surprised the people around him, but even Zhijeff did not understand what he wanted to do? I saw Ron rush towards Zhjev and slam his right hand at him, the others couldn't help but scream, Zhjev's turned tomahawk could easily cut off Ron's arm, they heard a click and Ron's screams, some timid people had looked away from them, and couldn't bear to see Ron's miserable situation.

"Look." At this moment, everyone saw that Ron's arm had not been cut off, but it was strangely twisted and limp, but Zhijeff's battle axe flew to the side and landed in the dirt.

Ron used his right arm to stop Zhjef's spinning tomahawk, but the pain made him almost faint, but Ron endured the severe pain and slammed the hilt of his left hand on the bridge of Zhjev's nose, which is the most vulnerable place of any animal, Ron inhaled heavily and breathed to relieve his pain, and when Jeff was knocked to the ground, he put his sword on Zhjev's neck, and the sharp blade made Zhjeff's neck bleed.

"I, I lost." Zhijeff covered his bloody nose with his hand, he looked at this crazy knight, and couldn't understand why he dared to block his tomahawk with his arm, in fact, Ron had already observed the movement of Zhijief's tomahawk, but if he used a shield or sword, it would definitely make Zhijiefu change his moves, and only by unexpectedly smashing his arm into the center of the rotating tomahawk could he win.

"Maniac. What a madman. Sir Ben watched the duel and was amazed by Ron's madness, he didn't expect that someone would really trade his own arm for the victory of a duel, and it would be difficult for a warrior without an arm to go to war again.

"I, I've won." Blood was dripping from Ron's forehead, and he smiled when he heard Zhjef admit defeat, but when he saw his broken arm, he finally fainted in pain.

"Quick. Carry him over. Arrod saw Ron's victory. Surprised by his madness, he asked the soldiers to carry Ron to his tent when everyone thought that Ron's arm was not saved.

"Mad Knight, Mad Knight Ron ~~~." Face Ron's victory over Captain Ward's Samurai. The soldiers cheered heartily. And added a nickname to Ron. Even the Ward warriors had to admire his bravery, or madness.

The road to escape was arduous, from the chief who commanded a thousand men to only three or two retinues by his side. Bilis can be said to have tasted the bitterness of the ups and downs, he was now wearing a simple leather armor, wearing a Slavic felt hat to hide his identity, except for the mud-covered boots on his feet to show the noble identity of the master, it can be said that he has no long things, only a few loyal retinues to protect him and escape among the defeated soldiers, they do not even dare to rest for a moment, because they do not know when there will be Arrod's pursuers behind them.

"Chieftain, drink some water." When they came to the border between Bilis's territory and Rostock, they stopped to sit on the ground and take a breath, and their attendants untied their skins of water and handed them to Bilis, and although they were also thirsty, they obeyed the order of master and servant, and let Bilisi pour cool water first.

"Ah, great, it's my territory ahead, when I return to the territory, gather the vassals to fight Arrod again." After Biliss gulped down the water from his skin, he looked at his familiar territory on the other side, and finally smiled on his tired and dirty face.

"Who is it?" At this moment, they suddenly heard a sound coming from the bushes, and the retinue, frightened by Arold's knights, immediately grabbed the weapons in their hands and aimed them at the place where the sound was coming from.

Amid the cheers of his attendants, a purple-faced woodcutter emerged from the bushes, wrapped in the ragged linen of a Slavic commoner, with a wooden and frightened look on his face, carrying some dry wood on his back, and looking like an ordinary woodcutter chopping wood here.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am a poor man who is destitute, and there is nothing worth robbing." The woodcutter looked at Biliss and his party, thinking that he had encountered a robber cutting the path, so he quickly took off his hat and said to Biliss and the others.

"You don't have to be afraid, we're just soldiers passing through here, do you know that there is an army of vassals of the Bilisian chieftain on the border, and they are still there?" Bilis stood up and walked over to the woodcutter, comforting him that this was the first civilian he had encountered in his own territory, and he was anxious to know why the army he had planted on the border had not attacked Arrod's back as promised.

"The army?" The woodcutter looked at Biliss suspiciously, the robbers and soldiers were dressed similarly these days, except for the nobles, who had good and decent armor, and the ordinary soldiers were sometimes not as good as the robbers.

"Yes, tell me, where did the army of those Bilisi chiefs who were on the border go?" Billis asked eagerly.

"There was indeed an army stationed at the border a few days ago, but they didn't know what they were doing and suddenly they fought, the situation was really scary, the gods were above, and it was not a peaceful year." The woodcutter saw that Bilis and the others really had no ill will, and replied to Billis.

"Got into a fight yourself?" Bilis's brow furrowed, he felt that something was wrong, could it be that there was infighting among the vassals, if so, it was not a good idea to return to the territory now.

"My lord, what are we going to do?" The attendants also felt a little weird, and they looked at Biliss and asked.

"Well, okay, you can go." Billis made up his mind, he smiled at the woodcutter and patted his shoulder, took a ring from his hand and handed it to the woodcutter, it was a ring inlaid with amber, the yellow amber could be seen at a glance its preciousness, the woodcutter took the ring and smiled, he did not expect that he would hand over such good luck, this ring could at least be exchanged for a lot of silver coins from the merchant.

"Thank you, kind lord, and may the gods bless you." The woodcutter took the ring, thanked Bilis, and turned to walk the way he had come, but the moment he turned around, Bilis suddenly drew a short sword from the waist of his attendant and pierced the woodcutter's body from behind.

"Chieftain, what are you?" The attendants watched in amazement as Bilis drew his dagger and wiped it on the woodcutter's corpse, wondering why Bilis had killed the woodcutter they didn't know.

"This is a spy for the Germans, damn Arrod." Bilis snorted lightly, he thought at first that this was an ordinary Slavic woodcutter, but for the sake of caution, he tested it at the end of the day, and when he handed his ring to the woodcutter, the honorific used by the woodcutter was different from the Slavic honorific, not to mention how a rude woodcutter could know how to use Germanic honorifics, this subtle difference made the identity of the woodcutter exposed.

"The chief found this in the corpse's clothes." The attendant hurriedly stepped forward to inspect the corpse, and sure enough, a small wooden plaque with four drops of blood painted on it was found in the inner compartment of the corpse's clothes, and the attendant handed the wooden plaque to Bilis.

"I heard that Arold has a spy unit, called the Brotherhood of Blood Drops, this should be one of the members." Billis looked at the corpse lying on the ground, and felt deeply wary of Arold's spy unit, which looked exactly like an ordinary woodcutter.

"Then the chief, his words must be a lie, maybe we can find our army on the border." The attendant said.

"Let's go to the border, but be careful." Bilis nodded, he also thought that this must be a lie by Arrod's spies, in order to keep him from stepping into his territory, so he set out with his entourage on the way home. (To be continued......)