"If I die, you're going to take my daughter with you anyway." The Duke of Burgundy said to Arryd.

"Don't worry, we'll be able to break through before dawn in a while." Arold said that the pre-dawn is the darkest hour, and it is also the time when people's vigilance is at its lowest.

"It's too late, they'll be here soon, Francis has come to this forest farm many times to hunt." The Duke of Burgundy shook his head, he knew very well that so many people could not escape the pursuit.

"Quack~~." Just then, a raven flew up to the treetops, flapping its wings and screaming downward.

"God, our luck is so bad, even the messenger of death has come." The Duke of Burgundy was even more sad when he saw the raven, and although Christian culture was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, the influence of the Vikings did not dissipate so quickly.

"Not necessarily, it's good luck to see ravens in our place." Arold and Harvey looked at each other and smiled, knowing that they had finally made it to the arrival of reinforcements.

"Rustle~~." The West Francians used their spears to clear the bushes, exhausted from a day's fighting, and would have given up had they not been ordered by Francis.

"Where the hell have these rat-like Burgundians gone?" The West Francian almost tripped over the roots, and it was impossible to find the Duke of Burgundy in the moonlight, and he couldn't help but stop and wipe his forehead with his sleeve.

"Batch~~." Suddenly, there was a slight strange noise, and the Francis immediately raised his spear in his hand in alarm, and made a gesture of attack at any time.

"Who's there?" The West Francians shouted.

"Whoosh~~~." But before he could finish his voice, a blow-gun shot him in the throat, and the West Franks let out a scream, and he immediately pulled out the small arrow from his throat.

"Oh, ahem. This is, this is. The West Frankish man picked up the blowgun and blew it in the moonlight with a blue glow, accompanied by a violent cough, and blood spurted from his mouth and nose.

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay? The other companions hurriedly brushed away the kneeless weeds, trying to get closer to support him. But just as they were about to come, a sharp dagger with a curved blade stretched out of the grass.

"Ahh~~." As the West Francians passed, the sharp daggers were lightning fast and slashed at their Achilles tendons, and the West Francians screamed and fell to the ground clutching their legs.

"Ha, greetings to the Duke of Mecklenburg." Wearing strange masks and wrapped in black night coats, the Blooddrop Brotherhood jumps on the backs of the fallen men and grabs the West Franks by the hair. Forcing them to lean back, they then slit their exposed throats with a sharp dagger to finish off their enemies in the deep grass.

The Duke of Burgundy heard screams from all over the woods, and he didn't dare to come out, for fear that it was a trick of the West Francians, but Arold and Harvey breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the Brotherhood of Blood Drops had arrived, and the West Franks were definitely no match in the night.

"Whoosh~~." A West Francian with a crossbow. He ran desperately towards the camp, turning around and shooting a crossbow behind him. Expect the mighty crossbow to save his life.

"What's wrong?" Francis rose from the chair that had belonged to the Duke of Burgundy and was now a trophy of France.

"Help, help, there's a devil in the woods." The West Francians who ran from the woods they were hunting towards the camp shouted loudly as they ran.

"What? Devil. Francis asked, confused.

"Yes. Oh woo~~. The West Francian who was about to reach the camp seemed to have tripped and fallen to the ground, his eyes far open.

"Let's go check it out." Francis, in the dark environment, was also shocked, and he hurriedly asked his men to take a look.

"Yes." One of his men holds a shield. Cautiously leaning up, he raised his torch and looked at it, and found a crossbow bolt stuck in the back of the dead West Frank.

"What's going on?" Francis asked loudly, hiding behind his shields.

"It's a crossbow, we're under attack." The men, half-crouched behind the stones, shouted loudly to Francis.

"What, and the enemy, this can't be?" Francis couldn't believe it, the duke's army was still in the castle, the nobles had been solved without leaving a living mouth, and there was even a force mixed in this forest, which made Francis shudder.

"Buzz~~, Ping~~~." Suddenly, a short javelin flew out of the bushes and woods, striking the shoulder of the West Francian who was holding the torch, shattering his shoulder collarbone in an instant, causing him to fall backwards to the ground by inertia.

"Right on target." A member of the Brotherhood of Blood Drops said happily, holding a peculiar wooden stick in his hand, which looked like a hook, but was actually a Greek javelin copied by Arold, as long as the tail of the short javelin was placed on the hook of the wooden stick, and the javelin on the groove of the wooden stick would fly out, which was more effective than using arm strength alone.

"Bastard, who's against me?" Francis shouted and cursed angrily, and at this time not only javelins, but also pebbles flew out of the darkness, but the West Francians held their shields to no avail, for such attacks were in all directions, especially the bonfires in the camp, and they were simply live targets.

"Whoosh." The Brotherhood of Blood Drops picked up a slingshot and aimed it at the enemy to shoot pebbles, and the slingshot that had been continuously improved by the smelting base was powerful enough to stun people without armor protection.

Throughout the night, Francis found himself transformed from hunter to prey, and even though he came to his senses and extinguished the campfire at the cost of three soldiers' casualties, the long-range attacks of the Brotherhood of Blooddrops in the darkness caused the West Frankish soldiers to lose their minds, and they howled and rushed into the dark woods, only to be dealt with one by the hunters who had been waiting for them one by one.

"The sun is out." When the darkest hour passed, Arold looked up at the sky, and the warmth drove away the cold.

"We've won, voila." Harvey gestured to the woods opposite, and saw the members of the Brotherhood of Blooddrops in the dense woods, disguised as nightwalkers and masks, appeared among the trees, and the Duke and Princess of Burgundy looked at these strange warriors in amazement.

"Harvey, it's time for us to go, Lord Duke, you're safe." Arold breathed a sigh of relief and said to the Duke of Burgundy.

"Wait a minute, who the hell are you?" The Duke of Burgundy, however, stopped Arold and asked him.

"Does it matter?" Arold asked, glancing at the duke.

"Of course it is, otherwise how can we thank you?" Princess Burgundy said, dressed in Harvey's coat.

"The bounty you've given you is enough, and we don't owe each other." Arold said after bowing slightly to Princess Burgundy.

"My family doesn't like to owe people, especially since you saved my life, please let me repay this favor no matter what." The Duke of Burgundy insisted.

"Well, maybe you'll have to pay it back one day." Arold smiled, shrugged his shoulders and led Harvey away.

"Why don't we ask for some money anymore?" Harvey said with some dissatisfaction.

"No, it would be more useful to keep it later." Arold said.

The Duke and Princess of Burgundy stood beside the stream, watching Arold and Harvey walking between the trees, and the sound of horses' hooves sounded from outside the forest, which was the direction of the Burgundy castle, and it seemed that the soldiers of the castle finally realized that something was wrong, and set out to find the Duke of Burgundy and others, and a bloody hunting banquet gradually dispersed.

Afterword: The Burgundians and West Francians had a disagreement with the West Francians that had a deep impact on the Hundred Years' War, which of course has nothing to do with this article. (To be continued.) )