The mist drifted past the extinguished campfire, the feet in his boots remained motionless, a whimper was heard among the weeds, and a bloodied Mason soldier was prostrate on the ground, crawling on the ground with all his might, like a fish jumping onto a dry shore.

"Oh God, Christ save me." The Mason soldier struggled to climb a few steps, his mouth open, gasping for air, and occasionally turning his head to look behind him, as if something terrible was chasing him from behind.

"Poor brute, you're done." At this moment, a Bavarian soldier came from behind, and he stepped forward with a mutter, pressed his knee against the back of the Mason soldier, forcing him to lift his head, and then killed the Mason soldier with a sharp dagger in his hand, and the blood was dripping on the ground and watering the weeds.

"Lord Balk, Duke Mason's guards have all been killed." The messenger of the Duke of Bavaria covered his mouth and nose with a linen handkerchief, and he stood in the middle of the camp and looked around, and the camp was full of Masons soldiers, among whom the Bavarian soldiers were like autumn farmers, with sharp weapons in their hands, carefully searching for the survivors lying in the crowd, and then reaping the lives of the survivors.

"Where is the Duke's tent?" Balk had a Mason Knight's head in his hand, blood dripping on the ground, even staining his leather dress, but Balk didn't care.

"Sir Balk, you must treat the Duke with aristocratic courtesy, I'll go." The messenger covered his nose with a handkerchief, and the sunlight had dispelled the mist, and the blood was scattered through his nose when exposed to the sun.

Duke Mason was in a sky-blue spire tent, outside which two Bavarian soldiers were dragging away the body of the knight of Masonne, whose body was full of crossbow arrows, and the messenger strode to the tent. He paused before politely lifting the curtain on the tent.

"Uh, uh." Duke Mason's eyes widened and he leaned back on the carpet, his face pale and weak, and the cunning messenger sprinkled poison on the drinking water, which would slowly erode the victim's body after hours, because it was at the beginning of the night. People think it's because they're sleepy, but when they react, they're lambs to the slaughter.

"I beg your pardon, Lord Duke, that I have to take your life here, with the utmost respect, of course." The envoy stood before Duke Mason, and he took off his hat and bent down to perform a Bavarian court court, his attitude was gentle, but the words of his mouth were extremely cold.

"Why?" Abel the Duke of Mason used all his might. He said with a twitch of his lips.

"Because my sovereign, the Duke of Bavaria, wants your land, and it's as simple as that, so you see, it's a very tragic result. Brother Robert, Count of Lauz's advisor, brought the Duke of Bavaria a document that could prove legal ownership of your land, so you got in the way. The messenger said in a sympathetic tone, but his hand had already drawn the dagger from his waist, and he was pressing on Duke Mason.

"Nope. This is not true. "Duke Mason didn't expect to marry the princess of the Duke's family of Bavaria anyway. But the other party wants to annex his own country, and the remorse in his heart keeps rolling.

"Please accept your fate quietly, God will be waiting for you in heaven, you are a noble nobleman, I will remember you." The messenger held the dagger in his backhand and stepped forward to grab the duke's necklace to close the distance. The short sword raised aloft was about to fall.

"Uh-huh." Duke Mason suddenly raised his foot and slammed it on the emissary's abdomen, the emissary didn't expect the duke to have so much strength, it turned out that Duke Mason had been pretending to be weak, but in fact, the effect of his medicine was almost over.

"Oh." The messenger let go of his hand in pain, and the dagger in his hand fell on the carpet. In the tugging, the duke's necklace was torn apart, and the gold pieces were scattered all over the ground.

"Woo." Duke Mason didn't care about the aristocratic demeanor at this time, he turned over and tried to escape from the tent with all fours, but the back of the duke's big box was a little longer than that of ordinary nobles, and he was grabbed by the messenger who came back to his senses, and the two immediately scuffled together.

"Die." The effect of Duke Mason's poisoning has not completely passed, and he is not the opponent of the messenger at all, but he was pressed by the messenger on his body and his neck was stuck, and the messenger's head and muscles were bruised, and his cheeks were red, if Duke Mason escaped at this time, then his life would be over.

"Uh-huh~~~~uh." Duke Mason never thought that death was so close to him, the strong hand of the messenger stuck in his throat, the air disappeared in his lungs little by little, the brain congestion made the duke's ears buzz, he tried to push the messenger away with both hands at first, but it was useless to move, and then the duke changed his method and scratched around the carpet, and finally grabbed a hard metal object.

"Puff~~~."

"Ah~~~." Duke Mason thrust the metal object he grabbed into the left eye of the messenger, and the messenger covered his bleeding eyes and wailed in pain, and he didn't care about catching Duke Mason, who climbed out of the tent on the other side.

"What's going on?" Balk heard the wailing in the tent, and he rushed in with a few soldiers, only to see the messenger rolling on the ground with his eyes covered, and Duke Mason was nowhere to be seen.

"Oh oh my eyes." The messenger trembled in pain, and Sir Balk didn't care whether he lived or died, and grabbed the messenger up.

"What about the Duke? Where are the others? Sir Balk asked angrily.

"He escaped from the tent." The messenger covered his left eye, and saw a gold ornament between his fingers, a small piece of sharp gold inserted into his eye.

"Useless guys." Balk threw down the messenger to unveil the curtain and led his men in a quest for the past.

"Huhuhu~~~." Duke Mason ran through the forest while taking off his own identity of the Duke, and now he had to abandon a load to escape from the enemy's capture, Sir Balk not only killed Abel men, but also mules, horses and horses, Duke Mason now had to rely on his own two legs to escape this terrible killing.

"Chase, he's over there." Sir Balk was in hot pursuit, confident that Duke Mason would not be able to escape the forest, which had been cordoned off by Bavarian soldiers, so he was in a futile deathbeat. (To be continued......)