The winter sun shone on Gross's face, and although it was not dazzling, it also made him squint slightly—he had to admit that the noble knight in front of him had an unforgettable handsome face.

But he didn't seem to be impressed by the face at all.

With the same sword salute, he faintly said his name, "Gross." ”

"Randall Jeffrey."

Exchanging names - Although the matter has come to this point, it is no longer possible for either side to compromise and retreat, but it is the honor of the duel, and the two sides still follow it to some extent.

Gross knew what was going on from old York, and without hesitation, he chose the most drastic response - from the principle of the nobility, the young knight had done nothing wrong, but was on the opposite side of the wolf bandits.

The same is true for those mercenaries.

As a bandit leader, Gross is naturally not a good man and a woman.

The wind whistles in my ears.

Silent.

Gross silently recited the name "Randall" in his mind, and the memory in his mind told him that he was just an unknown guy.

The blade of the knight's longsword rose with the arm in the sleeve of the black dress, and the jewels set on the shield shone with carved ridged folds—

It was a long, narrow-edged sword, and its front half was shaped more like a sharp awl than a sword. The length of the blade is between a one-handed sword and a two-handed greatsword, which is nearly a foot longer than Gross's frost longsword.

Randall was long, with a raised back standing on the saddle, and he was graceful, and the jade tree was in the wind.

The war horse began to accelerate.

Close to the body, staggered.

Sword light.

Two swords strike.

Randall's regular knightly swordsmanship is far from being comparable to that of an ordinary character - Gross's combat skills belong to the category of players, and from the outward style, it is more like the military swordsmanship of the kingdom.

Practical, no fancy, ruthless and deadly.

The crisp sound of a series of sword strikes.

The two long swords swung into a dazzling light and shadow—

Tarun's knightly swordsmanship emphasizes the integration of offense and defense, and Randall can resist this wave of thunderous attacks. It's just that when the figures of the two separated with the gallop of the war horse, he couldn't help but feel a storm in his heart.

Looking at the other party's appearance, it doesn't seem to be very old-

During this time, in order to maintain his image in front of Miss Mage, Gross shaved his beard every day, and his appearance can almost reflect his real age.

Nineteen years old.

Nineteen years old, to be exact, because Gross's birthday falls in July, the summer fire.

Bandits? Mercenary? A child of a knight family?

It wasn't until this moment that Randall suddenly discovered that he didn't seem to know the exact identity of the young man—

In the Tarun region, if anyone can have the strength of the high level of employment and good swordsmanship at such a young age, they will definitely not be unknown.

In fact, it has only been two months since Gross has stepped from the level of civilian strength to the current stage.

Very strong.

Randall's brow froze, he knew his level very well-

Among the younger generation of Talon, except for Fred Wolfe, the successor of Lord Earl, he is already an extremely rare young talent, and if he works hard, he will become the chief knight of Tarun in the next generation.

The other party's swordsmanship seemed to suppress him.

Of course, combat isn't just a contest of skill. From the fight just now, Randall had already discovered that the absolute power of this young man was hidden beneath him.

Thinking of this, he was somewhat relieved.

He decided to make adjustments to his swordsmanship. The knight's martial arts are not confined to one move, but vary according to the characteristics of different enemies, which is the correct way to use martial arts.

Gross's chest heaved slightly.

He took the reins and turned his horse, and the battle just now, a wave of offensive that broke out consumed a lot of his physical strength-

Part of it was consumed in the sword fighting between the two sides, while the other part was used to stabilize the body shape of the warhorse.

Gross is not a knight because he has not yet learned the art of riding.

At this time, the horse battle on the horse requires him to spend extra energy and physical strength to maintain the balance of his body-

The bumps of the war horse's gallop are still small, and the most fatal thing is the impact and shock of the opponent's weapon, although he is well versed in the knack of various unloading forces, but, in the end, it is inevitable that these turbulent forces still cause a lot of burden on his body.

The noble knight in front of him should belong to the profession of warrior, and the specific genre is uncertain for the time being-

The lineage of knights is also diverse, and even if they are in the same family, the martial arts practiced by the two sons may be of different schools.

In Gross's unique vision, it's a tiny orange dot.

He is a high-ranking officer, a higher rank than him, a lot of strength, and quite experienced in swordsmanship—all in all, he has a hard chance to beat his opponent in this kind of cavalry that he can't use to his full strength.

Despite the murderous intent in his heart, Gross's mind remained calm enough.

The two horses turned their hooves one after the other in the flat ground.

Bang –

Scott was about to swing his sword to cut down another mercenary, when a scimitar held his blade steadily—

At first glance, it was a red-haired woman, with a very exotic face, under the curved dark brown almost black eyebrows, deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, and slightly fat lips that seemed to show a unique beauty all the time.

The leader of the Red Feather Mercenary Group, Cang Lan.

"Commander—"

The mercenaries shouted one after another, and when they saw Cang Lan's appearance, they almost cried bitterly-

Most of Scott's martial arts came from the guidance of the bandit leader Gross, coupled with his own mid-level strength, he had already killed this group of mercenaries in a mess.

Canglan's arrival gave them a feeling of escaping death.

Under the slim dark red leather armor, outlining her bumpy figure, Scott was stunned for a moment, the scimitar with the sparkling forged pattern was retracted, and the red-haired woman stood in front of him-

"Your Excellency, are you planning to be an enemy of the Red Feather Mercenary Group?"

Cang Lan looked around, and the mercenaries under his command were all wearing armor, and so far, there have been no major casualties. But some of the wounded ones fell to the ground at this time, and they were dead just now, and now they suddenly screamed and groaned in pain—

They have confidence.

The leader of the Red Feather Mercenary Group, Cang Lan has the strength of the inaugural high-level, according to the private curiosity of the mercenaries, this lady may only be one step away from the strength level of the peak of the inauguration.

These mercenaries were so arrogant in the face of the young men, old people and children of the wolf bandit group before, but at this time, how could they still be the same not long ago-

Scott looked at the woman with a flat look in his eyes.

Immediately after, he drew his sword again, the blade of the long sword rising above his shoulder, and the bull position rose.

"I don't know who you are, but you've done something very excessive, and you have to pay for it."