The knight's sword is as sharp as snow.

Michelle the Grizzly Bear stared at the scene in front of him, as if he had forgotten to breathe, until the long sword was on his shoulder, and the cold air of the blade made his skin tingle faintly, and he raised his head to see the knight in front of him, Fred's hideous face with a hint of excitement, like a beast about to devour people.

"I surrender!"

Michelle hurriedly shouted, and the black bear White beside him seemed to be stunned for a moment, but then, he turned over and dismounted and fell to the ground - such a picture completely shocked everyone in the castle: the minions of the Brute Bear Bandit wanted to escape, but the out-of-control legs couldn't move half a step at all, just stood in place and kept shaking like chaff.

"My lord, we surrender—"

The shouts came and went, and the other bandits, including White, except for Michelle the Grizzly Bear, screamed - they put down their weapons and fell to their knees, then raised their arms in the air-

Fred Wolf laughed, the dull laughter made the armor of his whole body vibrate slightly, his long sword did not move, just stared at the man in front of him, from the man's movements and demeanor, he saw something familiar - now at this time, Grizzly Michelle finally knew what kind of opponent he had encountered: a real knight of the kingdom, and it was not an ordinary small character.

"You used to be a soldier?"

Cutting off more than a dozen heads, Fred's mood had recovered a lot at this time, his gaze was still on the man in front of him, and he suddenly asked.

"Yes, sir."

Grizzly Michelle calmed down in such a situation - he had seen too much about life and death as a veteran, and now as the leader of a bandit group, even if the other party simply beheaded him, he had nothing to say.

"But now you're a bandit."

Michelle continued to nod, and the other party's speech was similar to a pre-execution trial. Revolt? It's not that he hasn't thought about it, but he knows better that it's just a meaningless move.

"Why?"

"Huh?"

He obviously didn't expect the knight in front of him to ask him such a question at this time. Michelle froze for a moment—the sword returned to the knight's scabbard, and the piercing gaze pierced his eyes, suddenly causing ripples in his already stagnant heart.

Why did he go from a proud soldier of the kingdom to a despicable bandit?

Michelle suddenly found that he had never thought about it before—as the "Fog Pine War" came and went, memories of the past echoed back in his mind, and it all seemed so logical. He just made what he thought was the best choice.

"Can't answer? Perhaps I can understand that it is self-depravity. ”

"My lord, I—I was a subordinate of Viscount Afreddy!"

He could already hear a cold chill from the knight's words, and the thought of his imminent death made Grizzly Michelle a little frightened, and he exclaimed with a pale face.

"Afradi?"

"That idiot." The knight on the horse suddenly raised his head, his voice muffled, and by the second half of the sentence, it was almost inaudible—the "War of the Fog Pines" had created many stories, and Afradi was one of the protagonists. Fred's gaze looked at the blue sky in the distance, and he remembered that those days were just as good......

"Sean, retreat! There is no point in holding on anymore, and it will take another three days for our reinforcements to reach Seris. "Viscount Affhrade's full name is Sean Affradi, and on that day, he had just celebrated his eighteenth birthday - most of the nobles at this age are still lingering with the connivance of their parents, and Sean Affradi inherited the title early because of his father's early death, and the trials and tribulations of many affairs made him look particularly mature.

"Wait, I think we'll hold out a little longer, the people are retreating. You see, there's a little girl over there, and the burden on her body looks quite heavy. ”

"You're worried about her?"

"That's right, it's your responsibility as a lord."

The eighteen-year-old nodded firmly.

"I'll help you add, it's also an honor that belongs to the nobility of the kingdom. You always like to talk about these ethereal things...... However, this time I'll go crazy with you. ”

Armor glittering in the sun, staggered blades, screams and roars...... The blood that flowed soaked into the earth and finally turned into a handful of black earth.

"It's time to break out, Sean."

"Okay, but Tasia seems to have more and more pups."

The knights on their horses galloped through the vast battle formations, tearing the night into dawn like the light of dawn. Sean Afradi was riding on his red horse, his spear hanging from countless pieces of crimson flesh, and just now, he shot down a figure who looked like a general of the Tasian Legion.

"Well done."

"Each other, each other."

"Keep up the good work, Elantra is immortal!"

Behind the knight, the golden eagle banner of the kingdom was still flying.

At that time, Sean Avladi was the first of the new graduating cadets of the Iron Sword Knights, and even in the last dozen or so editions, he was the best. His martial arts skills are close to the level of awakening, and he also has a very good mind and strategy, according to Edwin's assessment of him: this young man may become the head of the Iron Sword Knights in the future - this should be a brilliant and shining life trajectory, stay in the royal capital to experience and grow, marry a royal princess or the daughter of a great nobleman, and then rise through the ranks...... But the sudden death of his father at the time of his graduation made him choose another one.

In Thiris in the Northlands, there is an excessively young Viscount. In the same year, the "Fog Pine War" broke out, and the Cerris region was involved in colorful wars.

The enemy he picked down was indeed an important person—more important than they could have imagined. A prince of the Tasya, who had come to the battlefield of Seris for the purpose of training and gilding, was accidentally killed by the lance of Viscount Afladi.

"It's time for us to withdraw, it's the knights of the Tassia Guard."

"It looks like it's powerful, I admit I'm scared, let's run for our lives!"

"They seem to be targeting me?"

……

"I, Fred Wolfe, accept your surrender."

The knight on the horse withdrew his gaze from afar, his voice became a little hoarse, and he said to the man in front of him. As Fred's words fell, the light infantry in the castle tied up the bandits one by one.