"Calm down and talk about what happened." Despite the premonition in his heart, Bismal took out a bowl of water and gave it to the poor man to drink.

The poor fellow had only minor wounds on his face and hands, and a large abrasion on his knee. His eyes were extremely panicked, as if he had encountered something extremely terrifying.

"Normans, they're coming," he drank a bowl of water and calmed down, and the man was visibly better, but his sentences were still messy. But knowing this is enough for Bismalco.

"Okay, I see, it's the Normans, how many of them are here this time?" Desmond had been without a lord for many years, so when the barbarians came, they were willing to abandon Ormond and North Munster, choosing this place as their hunting ground. Bismal has been in Desmond for many years and has played against them many times. Although the time was not quite right, I was not too surprised, but continued to ask carefully.

Desmond was abandoned in every sense of the word, and as a direct member of the royal family, the nobles could not touch it. However, it was far away from the central province and was blocked by many noble fiefdoms, and it was extremely troublesome for the royal family to rule. Anyway, it's not too rich in the place, and the royal family simply half-gave up. At this time, even defending against pirates was more often dependent on the spontaneous actions of local knights.

"Many, endless, like a black tide"

"Okay, I know." Bismalco patted the poor man on the shoulder, trying to calm him down: "Don't worry, I'm here, I'll be fine." ”

"Lord Bismalko, you must avenge everyone, everyone died so miserably" The man seemed to calm down a little, still choked up, but at least the sentence was much more coherent.

"Hmm."

Bismalco sighed sadly, turned back to the curious Sinloth, and said, "Sir, we seem to be in trouble. ”

"Is there a lot of this kind of thing?" I'd heard some rumors before coming to Desmond, but rumors are the most unreliable.

"It's not too much, Desmond's barrenness, even the Norman barbarians know it. Even if there is no risk, it takes time for the crop to grow. So they don't come too hard, only a few times a year, that is"

The hometown was used as a hunting ground for barbarians to hunt wantonly, and no knight could stand it.

Sinloth suddenly said, "But, now I'm here." ”

Seeing the confident look on the young black-haired beautiful boy's face, Bismal couldn't help but smile: "Yes, Desmond is not the same as before, we have our own lord." ”

Bismal could see what Sinloth had been doing in the past few days, whether it was right or not, but the lord was indeed working for Desmond's revival. As a knight, it was enough for him to know this.

"Then let's hurry up and gather men."

"Your will, sir. Ruziano, let's go. ”

Dangdangdang

After many years, the alarm bell in the castle is ringing again.

Roland walked out of the tavern and squinted in the direction of the castle. For as long as he could remember as a child, he hadn't heard the sound of Desmond's alarm bells.

What does it mean to ring the alarm bell?

Roland took the glass and took another long sip. The alcohol-paralyzed head struggled to think about it, as if it were

It's an enemy attack!

Roland instantly broke out in a cold sweat, and most of the drunkenness on his body was gone. He quickly turned around and ran back to the house, taking out the axe that had followed him for years from under the bar. When the heavy axe handle was in his hand, his panicked heart felt a little relieved.

"Damn, how could the Norman barbarians come at this time? It's not the right time. Roland grumbled loudly, but the empty tavern was apparently unable to answer his words.

The alarm bells serve only one purpose, and that is to warn of an enemy attack, but Desmond is surrounded by the sea on three sides. The only two land connections were connected to the two noble fiefdoms. Even if the imperial power is declining now, those two nobles will not dare to risk being killed and make an example of Desmond. Well, it becomes clear who the enemy is.

It's the Normans.

Weighing the battle axe in his hand, Roland hesitated and ran back to the second floor of the tavern. From the dusty wooden box, he took out his helmet and chain mail.

"Old guys, it looks like we're going to have a big fight today."

When Roland walked out of the tavern again, he saw Bismarck riding on a lean horse, shouting at the panicked civilians to evacuate. The woods familiar to civilians are safer than conspicuous villages.

Bismal has been guarding Desmond for many years, he is generous and skillful, and has a very high reputation in the local area, and the people of Desmond have been used to the raids of the Normans every year for so many years. Therefore, there was no big trouble, and everyone called for their children and daughters, and went into the forest with soft and some rations.

Roland pressed the brim of his hat, and there was some sadness in his eyes. This is Desmond, his hometown, a city that has been used by Norman ** all year round.

"Hey, Bismarck." Roland leaned in and greeted the busy knight.

"You're Roland, why are you here?" Roland was now dressed in such a uniform that Bismal had never seen before, and he fixed his mind, and after a moment he saw that the warrior in front of him was the bearded tavern owner.

"How's it going, how many people are there in those godsends?"

"I don't know, hey, you, don't go that way, that's the direction the Normans are coming from." Bismalko commanded loudly, correcting a fool who had gone in the wrong direction, and then the knight replied, "They just destroyed a village, and only one man escaped. In my opinion, there must be at least forty or fifty people, and I will have to find a few who are not afraid of death. Roland, are you going? ”

Roland rolled his eyes and said dissatisfiedly, "Otherwise, do you think I'm dressed like this and send them equipment?" ”

"That's good, you go to the castle first, I'll come here when I'm done."

"Okay, then I'll go first." Roland lifted the helmet that covered his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes

Xinluo looked at the few soldiers standing scattered in front of him, his face full of confusion. He asked Ruziano, who was standing beside him, "In my territory, there are only a few that can fight?" ”

The knight who used to wear a single coat has now put on a helmet and a half-body armor, and he looks a little heroic. Because of the helmet, his voice seemed a little urn-like: "Sir, this is already very good." At least these people dared to stand up, and a few years ago, it was me, Gino, and Lord Bismalco, the three of them, who went together to meet the Normans. ”

Xinluo was a little angry, and his tone became heavier unconsciously: "Even if you can't fight, give those civilians a stick each, you can deal with a lot of enemies, right?" ”

"My lord, it's useless. The civilians had long since lost their guts, and as soon as the Normans came, they were too frightened to raise their arms. As soon as the Normans roared, they would charge in our direction. Instead of getting in the way with them, it's better for the three of us to go straight up. For some unknown reason, Luziano seemed to look down on those lords very much, and he used his usual disdain to evaluate the lords who were scurrying with their heads.

"You three? That's not looking for death," Xinluo stopped, and he suddenly remembered that this world has an unscientific thing called anger.

"Well, it's usually the three of us. In fact, the barbarians who usually come, Bismal can deal with alone. But these cunning fellows have always been scattered ashore. Lord Bismal took care of one side, but he couldn't take care of the other, so they always succeeded. ”

"Bismarck, so strong?" Sinloth looked over at the looming figure on a thin horse. With this knight's existence, the panicked crowd never collapsed.

"Yes, I can't imagine what Desmond would have been like without Lord Bismalko." Ruziano looked at the busy figure, and the picture in his eyes gradually overlapped with the picture in his memory.

"I was a child, and once the Normans came. I didn't hear the shouts of the village in the forest, and I happened to run into the Normans again. It was Lord Bismalko, who held me, one man with a sword, and killed dozens of Norman barbarians, and at that time, I thought, if one day, I could"

"What can you?"

Ruziano seemed a little embarrassed, but looking at Sinlos's curious eyes, he still said: "I thought at the time, it would be nice if I could also become a knight." That way, I'll be able to protect everyone. After saying this, he was even more embarrassed. He subconsciously wanted to scratch his head, but unfortunately he forgot that he was wearing a helmet now. The nails were in the air, and he could only touch the hard metal, and he smiled awkwardly and put it down again. Telling his lord that he wants to be a knight is indeed a bit difficult for a strong man.

Sinlos glanced at Ruziano's empty attribute bar, looked at his ability value again, and smiled approvingly, "There will always be a chance." Take advantage of this opportunity to come on and show me your bravery. ”

"Hmm!" Ruziano nodded heavily, his eyes full of determination.

The two of them were speechless for a moment, and they stood quietly in front of the castle, letting time pass until a familiar call came from behind Sinloth.

"Sir, we're ready."

But Xinluo didn't answer immediately, he walked to the front of his daughter who had woken up at some point, and was looking at his daughter worriedly, stretched out his palm and touched his daughter's head: "Ellie, be good, dad go out and come back soon." ”

The girl's instinct told her that things might not be so simple, but she nodded obediently.

With that done, Sinloth looked back at the sparse crowd behind him, and at the two knights with resolute faces. As a lord, at this time, he knew that he must not back down. He took a deep breath and shouted, "Kill those Norman barbarians!" Let's go! ”

"Kill them!"

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