After a cool, humid morning, it soon came to noon. The sun hanging high in the sky sets its brilliance, piercing through the foliage of the forest, bringing a gleamful ray of sunlight to the gloomy interior of the forest. The Forest of the Dead is quiet and dense enough, but there are always gaps that allow sunlight to enter this graveyard of the deceased. Illuminated by the dappled sunlight and the chirping of birds and insects, this sometimes unsettling forest becomes much more lively.

But in the midst of this calm forest, there were two dozen more dead people.

The new guest became a new resident of the Forest of the Dead, and went to be the companion of the soldiers of the Double Eagle Empire more than a hundred years ago.

It happened just after noon, when the sun finally lowered its haughty head a little, and the scattered spots of light in the forest shifted a little less brightly. To the west of the middle of the Forest of the Dead, on a rather remote road.

Half a day's further on this road to the west will lead you to leave the Forest of the Dead, walk a little faster, and reach the front of the mountains and see the continuous peaks. At the foot of these motionless, row-up "giants of the mountain," there were small towns and noble domains for those who came out of the forest of the dead, which was not a good place, but it was better than camping in the forest to rest, and for some lowly squires, it was much better to sleep under the stench of horse manure under the shed stables than to be afraid under the dome of the forest's foliage.

Now, their little wish will not come true.

They fell to the ground with wounds all over their bodies, fatal or not-fatal. Some people were slashed in the neck and their heads flew out, but the pain was only for a moment, and after that it was an eternal sleep; some people were poked with a hole in their bodies, bleeding continuously, and they died in fear and pain, and if the sound was too loud, it would attract the mercenaries to impatiently stab one after another; many more were killed in shock, and the idea of running away had not even come to them, and before the murder weapon slashed into their faces, they still had one thing in their hearts: what happened?

The convoy escorting Romeona to the Republic of Vis in the Sea of Aried, followed by twenty attendants. Today, at this very time, twenty poor people have died in the forest.

The mercenaries attacked so suddenly, so suddenly that many people were already cut to the ground before they even realized what was going on. The few warriors in the screeches did not react, and before they could draw the swords at their waists, they were surrounded and killed. Horses reacted faster than humans, but they also suffered quickly: they neighed so loudly that they were hacked to death by the mercenaries who had risen up to kill. The horses fell to the ground, and the wagons and wagons behind them also tilted to the ground, forming a barricade in the road.

The blood stained the dirt road red and became muddy – like it had just rained. These brutal mercenaries turned this place into a slaughterhouse, and all the attendants died tragically, blood pooled into pools of blood under them, and the wind from the south blew the smell of blood to the north, and the forest to the north seemed to be restless.

After all the squires had been slashed and killed, the mercenaries began to search their corpses to see if there was anything of value, and the wiser went straight to the wagon, snatched the valuable and light things and stuffed them into their arms, and took out the good wine from the wagon, which the hateful squires did not allow them to touch, gathered around, drank the good wine, and laughed loudly. Now the arrogant squires who had always looked at them with condescension and disgust were dead, and no one dared to ride on their necks anymore.

Most of the squires died miserably, young and old, and there were squires who were slowly moving closer to death, and as the blood in their eyes grew thicker, they remembered the knights of the church.

The knights, who were not friendly to the mercenaries and protected them from the bandits, did not come forward this time.

They either rode at the back of the destroyed convoy, or dismounted and led their horses to the front of the convoy, silently watching as it all happened. Their hands were on swords, bowstrings, and maces, but they were not drawn or raised, they just remained in this position, doing nothing.

While the mercenaries were slaughtering and reveling, they remained silent, as if they were guarding for the robbers, blocking the path of all the squires who wanted to escape, watching them die under the hooves of their horses, and the screams and begs for mercy of the squires could pass through the jungle and fall into the depths of the forest, but could not reach their ears.

The carnage began quickly and ended quickly. As if premeditated, the horses of the wagons were systematically killed, and the corpses of the dead and the valuables of the convoy were plundered. The knights of the Church did not mingle with the mercenaries, and stayed on the perimeter of the convoy, in stark contrast. The knights seemed to be blind and deaf, as if what was happening before them did not exist.

In this tragedy, all the attendants died, but two remained alive.

Olga took Romeo Ona behind her. Behind him was a dense jungle, and no one had ever stepped out of the road, and Romeona leaned against a large tree, her face horribly pale. Two of her maids died under the mercenary's axe, one head flying, the other halved, and the death was horrific.

Olga held a long sword in both hands, and her tall body blocked the way in front of Romeona. In front of him were five mercenaries, armed with weapons of all kinds, vigilantly and nervously surrounding and staring at him, as if the old man were a terrible monster—at Olga's feet, the heads of their companions, whose faces even maintained an arrogant smile, and beside them, their companions, whose hands and feet had been amputated, fell to the ground, blood gushing out of their wounds like fountains, and they let out a pig-like scream, and then the screams grew weaker and weaker.

The dead squires didn't do much damage to the mercenaries, only the old man in front of him, who looked like he was about to enter the coffin, killed the two mercenaries with a single look, and then cut off the hands and feet of the two mercenaries. His sword is fast, and does not hurt people with a stabbing motion, and is not suitable for chopping long swords, wielding it like an axe, slashing and slashing the mercenaries who have reveled in violence with the courage of their courage, leaving a trail of blood.

Because the death of their companion was so tragic, the mercenaries who surrounded them became cautious, and no one wanted to be the next unlucky person to be beheaded or cut off their hands and feet.

Gris, the leader of the mercenaries, and Patin, the leader of the knights of the Church, approached Olga and Romeona. Gris carried a great iron axe, the blade of which was stained with blood—he did not join in the slaughter of his squires by his men, but simply split the two poor men in his way, one vertically and the other horizontally. Blood and organs were all over the floor, and the smell of blood was disgusting.

The knight Patin still had a calm expression, and the knights of the church were more or less ugly, except that he was no different from usual, and the massacre did not arouse his anger, sympathy, and compassion, nor did it make him look as hideous as the mercenaries. He was poised as if it were just part of the job.

"If you don't want to die, give me back!" Gris yelled at his mercenaries, who took several steps back as if they had been pardoned, widening the encirclement. The other mercenaries, after reaping the rich booty, also surrounded and resumed their fighting state. The Church Knights remained on the periphery, and only Patin followed Gris, in the center of the circle.

"Old man, real people don't show their faces. Gris held the giant axe in both hands, and his face was a little solemn, "I think I have some eyesight, but I didn't see that you are actually a silver-class warrior." ”

Gris said that the mercenaries were in a commotion, and their steps moved back a few steps. These mercenaries, the most powerful are the bronze class, they can be a fierce soldier, but they definitely can't be a hundred warriors. Their boss, Gris, intimidates the crowd with his strength and the great axe in his hand, and uses terror to make his men obey him. Even if it is like this, Gris is just a barbarian hovering on the edge of the black iron class and the silver class, with considerable strength, relying on brute force and giant axes to do a hundred kills - but definitely not the strength of the silver class in the true sense.

The true strong man of the silver class can risk a life, and even be able to ride a thousand horses, tear apart the camp of a large army, and crush the enemy...... One person is a small army.

Pattin, who stands beside Gris, is a recognized silver knight in the Double Eagle Empire, and he is famous-the mercenaries here, many people have even seen him have a magical performance of blocking a hundred horses in the battle with the church knights, which is eye-opening at the same time, but also has a deep understanding of what kind of strength the silver class has.

Olga's performance of killing and injuring four people in the blink of an eye made the mercenaries even more convinced that the old man in front of them might really be a warrior of the silver class, and their trusted boss Gris said so, and they were convinced of it - such a warrior, it was too simple to kill all their mercenaries, and as for their boss Gris, he was definitely not the kind of benevolent boss who would protect his subordinates. Gris can protect himself, but he has absolutely no spare strength to protect his mercenaries.

The reason why the mercenaries didn't run away because of this was because Padin was also here. The Silver Knight was just standing here, and it was reassuring to them - it was an irony that Patin had never given them, including their boss, a good look, and they had never respected these old-fashioned knights, but now they had worked together to complete the slaughter of the convoy. The murderers were the mercenaries, while the Church Knights and Patin were the accomplices.

"I haven't heard of the fact that there is a silver-class warrior in the convoy. Gris said to Pattin, his face rather ugly, "You lied and killed four of my men. ”

"I didn't know there was such a thing. Patin replied, in a nonchalant tone, "Thank you for your temptation, Captain Gris...... Without you, the knights of these churches I brought with me would probably have to hang up the lottery. He said this in a flat tone, not taking the death or injury of Gris's men seriously. Then he looked at Olga, ignoring Gris's angry expression, "Mr. Olga, you've made this a little tricky. ”

Olga looked at Patin, "Knight Edgar, do you know what you're doing?" Of all the people here, the only ones who could pose a threat to him were Gris and Pattin, a silver knight, a giant close to the silver class - and if these two men cooperated, it would not be difficult to kill him as an old man. Coupled with the fact that the other party is outnumbered, and he is behind him to protect a Luo Miona who is even a problem to escape, this makes the situation very serious. If he escaped alone, he had the confidence to escape, but if he took Romeona with him, it would be a luxury. If he was asked to abandon Romeona and run away alone, he couldn't do it. He didn't dare to imagine what would happen to Romeona after falling into the hands of these people.

Pattin, who was in front of Olga, obviously knew Olga's predicament, and also knew how desperate Olga was now. "I'm sorry, Mr. Olga, Miss Romeona. "It's my job, and I'm sorry it's like this...... But that's my job, and I can't let my personal feelings prevail. ”

"Edgar, I always thought you were a noble knight. It seems that my old eyes are dizzy, and I can't see clearly, I don't see a filthy soul right next to me, and I think of him as a friend!" Olga was furious, and pointed his sword at Pattin. If it weren't for Romeoona behind him, he would have rushed forward to fight with Patin.

Romeo Leaned against the edge of the tree, her face pale, unable to speak. The sudden slaughter had a great impact on her, and she almost fainted at the sight of flesh and blood in front of her, which she had never seen in her life. The reason why she can hold on now is that fear gives her some strength, giving her the strength to lean against the tree and not collapse on the ground.

"I know, it's not a glorious thing. "I have no reason to defend myself, and I am not in a position to ask for your forgiveness. There's only one more thing I can do for you: try to make your death painless. ”

"Don't want to touch Miss Romeona with your dirty hands. Olga held the sword in front of him, "Before I die, all of you will die under my sword." ”

Olga was preoccupied, alerting the two most threatening in front of him.

In the jungle behind him and Romeona, a mercenary lurks inside, sneaking up on the closest place to Romeona while they are talking. Believing that he had found an opportunity, he emerged from the bushes, sword in one hand, and reached for Romeona, who was leaning against the tree—as long as he caught the noble lady, it was all over.

It all happened in an instant, but before he could touch Romeona, a stone fell on his head. The mercenary was the one who had been stoned through his forehead by Julius, and now the stone had fallen on his forehead, in the same place, and this time the stone was larger and sharper.

He cried out in pain and reached for his forehead. He didn't look for a chance to throw pebbles at him, and as he pressed his forehead, Olga turned around and swung his sword back, a silvery-white light shaved off his head, and before his head hit the ground, Olga was back in front of Romeona, continuing to face the enemy in front of him. His sword was so fast that many mercenaries didn't even see his movements. Gris's face became even more eerie, and as for Pattin, he was still expressionless.

The mercenary was so close to Romeona that the blood from his neck spurted into the air, landing on the surrounding low plants and on Romeona's face. Romeona felt a warmth on her face, liquid dripping down her cheeks. She didn't have the strength and mood to wipe her face clean, nor did she have the strength to scream, and her whole body had become numb.

The man who threw the pebble popped up deeper in the forest and ran to Olga and Romeona.

This man was none other than Julius. With a few stones in his hand, he hid behind the tree where Romeona was, and under the cover of the tree, he poked his head out, his face full of surprise, nervousness, and anger. The gore of the scene made him tremble, but the near-unscrupulous courage made him stand up.

Another subordinate died, and Gris's face became even more ugly. Patin sighed, and finally had some expression on his face—helplessness and a little regret.

"Silly boy, your recklessness has left your life here. Olga said. He didn't thank Julius for his intentions, because he had already sensed that there were unscrupulous mercenaries behind him, and he was just waiting for him to throw himself into the net. The sword of the owl's head, even if there was no pebble of Julius, he would have used it.

"Master, I have saved your young lady's life, can I be a little happier than continue to make a bitter face?" replied Julius, his voice trembling, trying to act like a hero.

"You didn't save anyone, silly boy. Olga looked solemnly at the two most threatening people not far in front of him, "In this filthy murder, there will be one more stupid, innocent corpse." ”