The Duke of Bavaria looked at his son, and he felt a headache, even in the face of tough Italians, he had never felt such a tricky feeling.

"Eberhard, I know you've hidden Duke Mason, tell me where the hell is hiding?" The Duke of Bavaria finally couldn't help it, and he asked Eberhard.

"Father, what are these words? Lord Mason, wasn't he attacked by bandits and his whereabouts are unknown? How do I know where he is? Sitting by the fireplace, Eberhard was not afraid of his father's authority, and he looked at the roaring fireplace.

"Duke Mason can't live, you have to know the seriousness of this matter." The Duke of Bavaria stood up, the old and sturdy duke, who walked up to Eberhard in a few steps, and almost roared.

"I have never understood why you are so hostile to Duke Mason, if you are still a duke of noble spirit, you should escort Duke Mason back to his domain." Eberhard turned his gaze from the fireplace to his father.

"The Duchy of Mason is a staunch ally of the royal family, and the Duchy of Bavaria can only be safe if it is in our hands." Said the Duke of Bavaria.

"Is it for your ambitions?" Eberhard also stood up, the wooden chair grinding against the ground, and with that, Eberhard turned and left, leaving the Duke of Bavaria standing.

"Squeak." The side door opened, and the Death Knight Balk stooped in, just in time to see Eberhard slamming the door.

"Lord Duke, I've found Duke Mason."

"Where is he?" The Duke of Bavaria asked.

"Hidden in a monastery by Lord Eberhard." Balk, the death knight, respectfully reported to the Duke of Bavaria.

"Send someone to watch, but don't act." The Duke of Bavaria walked to his son's seat, held the oak chair in his hand, rubbed the rings on the wooden chair, and muttered for a moment before speaking.

"I can get rid of Duke Mason very quickly." Death Knight Balk assured the Duke loudly.

"No, I can't. Do as I say. The Duke of Bavaria said angrily, and Balk had to stop talking about his plan.

"There's one more thing I need to report to you." Balk said.

"What's the matter?" The Duke of Bavaria sat down and held his head with his hand, and Eberhard did not understand his painstaking efforts, which made the old duke very helpless.

"A relative of Duke Mason. Arold, Duke of Mecklenburg, has led his army towards us, entering the Duchy of Mason and defeating Sir Will. ”

"What? Sir Will defeated? The Duke of Bavaria asked in surprise, and he looked up at Sir Balk hoping it was a joke, but it was clear that it was true.

"I didn't expect him to lose so quickly, sure enough, the bloodline of the second son is not enough, my father shouldn't spend money to make him a knight, it's really a waste." Balk straightened his waist, highlighting his tall, majestic body.

"We gave him so many resources, and he was so defeated? How many troops did Duke Mecklenburg bring? "The Duke of Bavaria doesn't care about a second knight. He was annoyed that the supplies and money provided by the Duchy of Bavaria for this plan were wasted.

"One or two thousand people, hmph, this Duke of Mecklenburg is really bold, with such a few people, he dares to invade you, the Duke of Bavaria."

"Don't take it lightly, the Duke of Mecklenburg has a royal order of inquiry, so some of my vassals may use this as a reason to refuse to be deployed." The Duke of Bavaria knew that though my vassals were not my vassals. This feudal jurisprudence, which was common in the Middle Ages, was difficult to maintain with ill-intentioned vassals.

"Don't worry, Lord Duke. With the strength of the direct territory, it is enough to destroy these Mecklenburgers who have come from afar. Sir Balk said confidently.

"I'm going to show the royal family, although I'm old, it's not something they can offend at will." The Duke of Bavaria said in a loud voice that he saw the incident as a provocation by the royal family to himself through the Duke of Mecklenburg.

"Yes." Sir Balk clenched his right fist and slammed it into his chest. The iron armor on his chest made a metal crash.

The sound of metal clashing sounded, and a soldier in leather armor and a wide-brimmed iron helmet collapsed to the wall. Wooden ladders are constantly erected on the top of the wall, and when the wooden ladder is placed at the head of the wall, the Teutonic knight holding a sword and shield in his hand. Quickly climbing up the ladder, these tin-canned knights braved the arrows above their heads, which made a tinkling sound like raindrops.

"Where did these people come from?" The Bavarian baron, who defended the fortress near the border, sweating profusely with his hands on the stacks of the tower, had been eating dinner leisurely yesterday, waiting for the serfs to put the apples from the apple orchard into the warehouse, only to wake up to find the fortress surrounded on all sides.

"Whoosh~~." The baron hurriedly hid behind the fortified walls, unconsciously pulling out the pendant of the cross around his neck and praying desperately to Christ.

"Kill~~~." The Teutonic knight climbed up the wall, and several spears quickly reached out, but the Teutonic knight reached out and pulled away the worn spears, and the Teutonic knight's arms were covered with plate armor, and the spears could not penetrate at all.

"Ping~." The spears could not harm the knights, but the Teutonic knight's sword was unusually sharp, and with the swing of the Teutonic knight's strong arms, it split the heads of the approaching defenders, and the blood was covered in the cold walls.

"Lord Duke, our flag is planted on the wall." Count Ron watched the flags of the Teutonic Knights and the Duchy of Mecklenburg fluttering, turned to Arold who was watching the battle on horseback.

"Let the cavalry occupy the city gates, move quickly." Arold put down the binoculars in his hand and ordered his subordinates.

The Mecklenburg cavalry, who had been waiting near the gate, took over the tower as the Teutonic knights captured the tower, and the two strong Teutonic knights grasped the hinges of the sluice gates, and as they turned, the iron chains rattled and the heavy iron gates rose.

"Drive it~~~." The Mecklenburg cavalry saw the iron gate rising, and hurriedly kicked the horse in the belly, and suddenly rushed in with a roar.

"Bell~~~." The cavalry rushed into the streets, and the infantry of the fortress who tried to block them were their opponents, and the remnants of the cavalry had to retreat into the fortress towers, where they closed the doors and lowered the heavy wooden bolts in an attempt to resist. (To be continued......)