Charles Chevalier fell into a period of "dementia" after the age of eight, so most of his knowledge and memories of supernatural objects remained in the state they had before the age of eight, and the name "Spear of Ancoral" was heard for the first time today.

Charles had chosen the "Ancoral Spear" as a close-quarters weapon when he was cleaning up the battlefield a day earlier, and he didn't think it was very special when he weighed it at the time, at most it was just a little chilly to the touch.

But just now, when he grabbed the "Ancoral Spear" and threw it hard, the spiritual power in his body involuntarily surged out, pouring into this all-metal spear spear full of patterns, and a piercing cold aura counterattacked along his palm, straight into his mind.

The familiar picture reappeared, but this time the feeling was clearer and more violent than the one at the beginning of the crossing.

Crazy shouts, seductive murmurs, and cruel howls, accompanied by a large number of fragmented images, poured into Charles's mind, pounding Charles's nerves.

The vague figure slaughtered the others like a devil, and the flowing blood gave off a strange and irritating smell, and the vague figure bullied a group of weak girls, ravaging her youth into a rag......

Crazy, feminine, bloody, there are a lot of images of "depravity" that put Charles in danger in an instant. He wanted to howl wildly with these depraved voices, he wanted to indulge his desires and indulge himself, and the dark side of his heart began to expand infinitely.

But perhaps because of experience, this danger had just appeared, and the familiar defense mechanism was activated in Charles's mind.

The bright face of the girl who once had a crush, the pure and clear highland snow lotus, the crystal clear Caribbean water, the dazzling and colorful corals of the Great Barrier Reef, the majestic and cold Alpine snow-capped mountains, the vast East African savannah, and the quiet and dense Nordic forest.......

Countless beautiful memories spontaneously emerged from the bottom of Charles's heart, like warm sunlight, dispelling the cold and darkness in his body, all the ugliness and depravity were vulnerable and disappeared without a trace, and Charles, who was about to fall into a runaway situation, instantly woke up.

The "Spear of Ancoral" in Charles's hand was completely suppressed by him, and all evil was forced back into the spear itself, transformed into a terrifying killing force, and then streaked across the night sky and acted on the hapless Horn Connell.

This is the reason why Charles stumbled a little after throwing the "Spear of Ancoral", but Horn Connor did not have a special spiritual memory to help him overcome the "evil" of the "Spear of Ancoral", which led to the defeat.

At this time, the "Ancoral Spear" no longer has that terrifying aura of slaughter, it looks like a beautifully crafted metal spear gun, but it is lying quietly among the broken corpses of war horses scattered all over the ground, but it is not stained with a trace of blood, and it looks somewhat weird.

Charles strode over and carefully rubbed the cold "evil spear" with the back of his hand, and the crazy temptation of depravity did not appear.

"What just happened? Could it just be that it only reacts with spiritual power?"

Charles was eager to inject a little more spiritual power into the "Spear of Ancoral" to see if it would be any more demonic, but thinking of the thrilling feeling, he decided to never drive this terrifying weapon again until he had to do so.

"Your Excellency, Lord Count...... Are you alright?"

Byrne kept his distance from Charles, holding a large shield in his left hand and touching the hilt of his sword in his right hand, looking cautiously at Charles, as if he was on guard against a fierce monster.

Charles said angrily, "Do you think I look like something, am I that terrible?"

Bourne whispered, "Lord Earl, this spear is a cursed transcendent item, so it's better not to touch him!"

"Okay, okay, do your duty as a knight, quickly pack up and leave!"

Charles tore off Horn Connor's red cloak, wrapped the cold "Ancorral's Spear", stepped onto the big black horse Farman, who was still trembling slightly, ran half a circle on the grass and picked up his "Hunter Knight's Flag" and threw it to Bourne, urging the big black horse to go away in the moonlight.

Byrne was stunned, then raised his banner and followed like a loyal knight, the Hunter Knight's Banner with black stripes on a red background swishing in the night wind.

Gerson, Foreman and the others no longer looked at Charles so resistantly, and a battle not only shortened the distance between them, but also earned Charles enough respect.

"Gerson, how soon will we be able to get back to Ferent?" Charles already knew who the most distant person in the cavalry squad was, so he didn't ask Byrne in vain.

"If it goes well, two days, three days at most......"

"Whew...... Three days, what a new life you yearn for!"

The chill in Charles' head disappeared after Horn Connell appeared, and now he felt extremely relaxed, and he had a beautiful yearning for the future aristocratic life.

In the southwest of the continent, there is an east-west Pyrenees, which stretches from the Atlanta Ocean in the west to the sea in the winter, separating the mainland from the Iberian Peninsula in the north and south, and is also the natural dividing line between the kingdoms of Bya and Florens.

At the westernmost end of the Pyrenees, there is the not very wide Bisoia, the boundary between Spaía and Ference, and Ferente, a small island in the middle of the river.

Ferente was too small to be permanently inhabited, but it was famous, and during the Thirty Years' War between Florence and Spaia, it was repeatedly used as a place for peace talks, the exchange of important hostages, and even peace relations.

To the north of Ferent is the territory of the country of Florence, as a military power that prides itself on being the "strongest force on the mainland", with more than 10,000 standing troops stationed on the north bank of the Bisoya River all year round, it is already a medium-sized military fortress.

However, because of the fame of the island of Ferente, it is customary to call the military fortress of Florence North Ferente, or simply the fortress of Ferente.

Just a month ago, there were more than 50,000 Florensian troops in North Ferente, but due to a defeat, there are now less than 20,000 Florensian troops here.

After the defeat, the Kingdom of Florence did not send reinforcements to continue to find the field, but sent a delegation to negotiate peace, which made the surviving soldiers quite depressed, and the entire military fortress was filled with a gloomy atmosphere.

"We shouldn't have retreated across the Bisoya River at all, wouldn't it be more advantageous to negotiate peace on the south side of the river?"

"The lord didn't say anything, what are we civilians going to worry about?"

"Alas...... It's a pity that the Marquis of Lorraine died in vain......"

"It's not just the Marquis of Lorraine who died in vain, I don't think the mentally handicapped count will come back......"

"I don't know how many people want Count Bayonne to die in Sbaya, just look at what happened today, and you can see how ugly those people's faces are......"

"Shh.....h If you don't want to die, shut your stinky mouth....."

At dusk as the sun set, a group of soldiers on duty chatted and farted boringly, and the bright aristocratic flags on the fortress wall, just like their mood at this time, hung listlessly.

"Someone is coming, coming from the east!" said a sharp-eyed fellow who suddenly spotted a squad of cavalry riding along the northern bank of the Bisoya River.

"Look at the flag...... Is it the Banner of the Hunter Knight?"

“........”

"I have never seen a knight so fat except him......"