As the night deepened, the rain dispersed with the dark clouds, revealing the bright moon that had been hiding behind the clouds, like a shy beauty in new clothes showing her figure in front of everyone, and the silver light suddenly sprinkled the whole land.

The breeze blew through the grass, making a rustling sound, and countless raindrops that stuck to the leaves swayed down like another light rain, smashing down on the beetles that had crept out of their heads, and frightened them into hiding places again. In this wilderness on the outskirts, everything is so natural and peaceful.

But with the arrival of an uninvited guest, all this peace was shattered.

The huge quadruped quickly stepped across the meadow, and trampled the grass that had just been full of rain into the dirt, and the insects ran in terror to dodge, and the little beasts that came out to forage also scattered in all directions, and on the flat grass, the monster guessed an ugly path, full of broken grass and sludge.

The monster ran wildly on the grass for a long time, stepping over the flat ground, over the rolling hills, until it reached a place where the sound of the river could be heard clearly, and then slowed down and gradually stopped. At this time, all the hearing creatures around could hear the heavy breathing.

A man in armor of no longer discernible color also jumped off his horse, dragged his tired body and led the horse to the river, so that the horse could drink some water.

"What the hell is this place?"

Obviously, the owner of this horse, our lord of Barons of Svadia, His Excellency von Byron, who is known for his bravery, does not feel the charm of nature around him at all. He frowned, and pulled the pouch containing the flint and steel from his horse's bag, but before he could find some dry wood to start a fire, he shivered at the distant sound of birdsong, and held the blood-stained mace in his hand.

"No, if the fire attracts the Nords, it will be troublesome."

Without knowing where he was, Byron had to prepare for the worst. He didn't want the light of the fire to attract a group of Nord warriors who wanted to take his life or capture him for ransom, even though he was cold and tired and desperately needed a fire to keep warm.

After taking a closer look at the surroundings, he carefully took off his armor, which was a very laborious task without the help of his attendants. He took off all his armor and weapons, and took off his armor underneath it, leaving only a shirt on his body. He tried to find some food in his horse's bag, but it was his warhorse, and all that was left of the horse was spare weapons and gold for emergencies, except for a few oatcakes for feeding the horse. Byron had no choice, he couldn't nibble on the iron and gold, and could only share those oatcakes with Thunder, at least it was food, although it was unpalatable and toothy.

After swallowing a few mouthfuls of oatmeal, Byron tried to go to the meeting for hours before the incident. During the battle, arrows and axes hit him in the head more than once, and although it was mostly fine, it made his brain a little confused.

He remembered the fierce battle when he led the crowd out of the siege, and the Nords seemed to have received some order to block their horses with their bodies and restrain their charge with their lives. Fatis and his cavalry desperately escorted him out of the encirclement, at the cost of most of his soldiers being left behind and completely surrounded by the Nords. They wanted to flee back to the battlefield on the side of Svadia, but to their surprise, King Harauth withdrew his troops, and the Nord army advanced further, and everywhere they could see were Nord soldiers.

Their small forces saw Byron's shiny gilded plate armor, a high-class equipment that only lords could afford, and rushed at them. They had to change their route, where there were few Nords, they charged in which direction, dozens of heavy cavalry, just escorted Byron all the way to rush over, and by the time they completely rushed out of this battlefield, Byron had less than half of the men around him. Either they got separated in the charge, or they were dragged off their horses by the Nords and besieged to death.

But when they rushed out of the battlefield, they found a well-armed cavalry of more than 100 people waiting for them on the periphery of the battlefield. In addition to the many Nord warriors on horseback, there were also a number of hired riders, and Byron and Fatis knew with their butts what would happen if they did fight.

At this moment, Fatis truly embodies what chivalry is. He resolutely led his family's cavalry to stay and entangle those Nord cavalry, and let Johnny escort Byron to escape as soon as possible (in fact, from the perspective of strength, this actually added a burden to Byron). Byron wanted to leave with Fatis, but he refused, saying that he would not leave behind his vassals, and that Byron would have to return to his fiefdom to regroup, and persuaded Byron not to stay and take advantage of the opportunity to leave.

In the end, Byron left with tears in his eyes, and told Fatis that he would live to see him no matter what. And this knight of his, the cavalry led by his valiant cavalry, launched a final charge against an enemy ten times his size...

Byron took Johnny with them, and the two of them fled all the way, and along the way, there were constantly small groups of cavalry and Nord patrols who were responsible for encircling and intercepting them on the periphery, and they fled all the way, Byron had to hide in the forest and find a place for the horses to rest for a while. Before they could rest, however, the Nords reappeared behind them, and during that escape, Johnny rode away most of his pursuers, giving Byron a chance to escape the forest.

After that, he ran around like a headless fly, until it was dark and the thunder was tired, and he was forced to find a place to rest. By the time he came back to his senses and thought about his situation, he had already lost his way. However, judging by the surrounding environment, it is clearly more likely that he will run to the side of Nord.

As he thought about these things, sleepiness gradually came over him. He lay down on the grass and slept without a comfortable bed or pillow, only the thunder that had listened to his snoring all night knew how deep he had slept deeply.

When the sun shone on his face the next morning, Byron awoke from his sleep, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to look around him to make sure that he was not in a Nord dungeon or a robber's den. Thankfully, everything was normal, his armor was still in place, but the clothes and cloak that were hanging there were still dry. It took him almost an hour to re-arm himself, and putting on the armor without the help of others was a disaster, more tiring than the battle, and he was dressed in chain mail and expensive plate parts, stuffed the gold-plated breastplate that was too conspicuous into his bag, stuffed all but the most important seals with his own coat of arms and decorations into a separate package, took a dagger and a pocket crossbow and ran into a bush, dug a pit and buried them. He didn't dare to throw it away or throw it into the river, and if someone found him and reported it to the nearby Nord patrol, he would be miserable.

But as soon as he had finished packing up his things and was about to go back, the angry hiss of the thunder made his hairs stand on end, and he immediately grabbed his crossbow and dagger, and the cat trotted all the way back to where he had been. Then he found that two young men dressed in linen and shouting in the Nord dialect were trying to take away their horses, one of them pulling the reins of thunder with his back to himself with his bow on his back, and the other was busy untying the knot tied to the tree, which Byron had tied the previous night, and was damp and now very difficult to understand, and the Nord man, who had dyed his hair golden with soapstone, had begun to cut it with a knife. It was evident that these two fellows were poachers and now had a crush on Byron's horses.

The Thunder is Byron's beloved, a one-in-a-million BMW. The actions of the two thieves infuriated Byron, and he didn't care if the other party had accomplices, so he shot an arrow directly at the Nord who cut the rope, and shot through his heart. The other Nord was taken aback by the sudden situation, and when he found his friend on the ground, and a man with a weapon and armor rushing at him in a rage, he was so frightened that he dropped the reins and began to flee.

Unfortunately, however, he ran in the wrong direction, and he fled from behind the thunder, only to be dragged into the river by the hooves of the angry warhorse. As he struggled ashore, Byron grabbed him by the neck with one hand and pressed his sword to his heart.

“Dr?? (Please, don't kill me)"

At this moment, the Nord man was just trembling and begging Byron for mercy, and the yellow liquid under his crotch polluted the river on the bank.

“Jeg sp?? Rger Dig, Hvor er Dette Sted? Thanks to the strength of the system, after reading many Nord poems, Byron was able to use Nord for some simple communication.

“Gelberg， det er Gelberg！ (Jerberg, this is Jerberg!) Jean replied horrified.

“Hvor er den n?? (Where is the nearest village?) At this time, Byron's anger was half gone, and in the mouth of this poacher, he knew some useful news.

The poacher trembled and pointed in a direction, Byron nodded with satisfaction, and then the hand holding the sword increased a little harder: "Congratulations, you are going to see your gods, thieves who died at the hands of warriors!" ”

After Byron finished speaking, the short sword quickly pierced through the linen and skin, and plunged deep into the opponent's heart.

The man's eyes widened as he felt the blood seep out of his heart, and Byron pushed him into the river, watching his blood flow red, and watching his body sink to the bottom.

"Hey, it's a pity, I was trying to make them look more like they were killed by robbers, but I miscalculated." After killing someone, Byron suddenly repented.

"I should have studied hard with Kress."