"Sir Farasu, do you really want this war to continue?"

Separated from a distance where the two knights could charge, the bloated Baron Oroff shouted to the nobleman on the opposite side in the hot sun.

This is the tradition of aristocratic warfare, and as a nobleman, no matter how much he dislikes this tradition, he must stick to it, and if he does not follow it, his enemies can also deal with him without following 'tradition' and 'rules'.

Baron Oroff wears a heavy suit of armor that covers his whole body, and this suit of armor will protect him from the danger of long-range attacks, so no matter how much he doesn't like this armor, he must wear it, or he may die in the battlefield - this does not apply to the rules of the 'noble wars', if he happens to die under the arrow, it can only be considered his bad luck, and even his family will not be able to receive any compensation from the enemy.

"Yes, I'm sure!"

Walker Farasu wore a suit of silver-white light armor and sat on horseback with his waist straight.

He holds the reins of his horse, and his horse is covered with the same suit of armor, which means that he will join the war once it begins.

Because of this, the knights and soldiers of the Farasu family gathered under that banner, surging with the same confidence and fighting spirit, not as decadent as the army on the other side.

After seeing that army, Walker began to wonder if they would be able to withstand a charge.

No wonder Aunt Cornelia was so disgusted with these so-called 'modern aristocracy', and now that she had seen the decay of these nobles, Walker no longer wondered if something was wrong with him that caused him to be out of step with them—it was the nobles who had gone wrong and caused the situation he is in!

Walker couldn't even imagine how this group of ruffian-like soldiers would behave on a normal day.

Even in the army he was proud of, there were still fools who liked to oppress the weak, so what would they do in the army opposite?

Walker couldn't help but be angry at the thought of this, but as a nobleman, he had to abide by 'tradition'......

After closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Walker suddenly opened his eyes and let out a roar: "I can't help but completely defeat you!"

"Roar!"

The troops behind them let out a loud roar at the same time, boosting their morale by constantly stomping their feet.

After hearing the "bang" vibration and sound, Baron Oroff turned pale, and his heart suddenly became a little timid, and he was even thinking about whether to surrender like this.

"Get ready, Sir Oroff!" Walkra lowered his mask, hiding his icy eyes, and raised his rifle as he raised his lance, "We're going to charge!"

Suddenly hearing this, Baron Oroff was startled, immediately came to his senses, hurriedly pulled the reins, and screamed: "Hurry, prepare to charge!

The Orov family's army, which had not been trained at all on a daily basis, immediately became confused when they heard this order, and almost all the soldiers wanted to stay away from their lord, because they knew that after the war began, the lord's side would be the most dangerous place.

But there were still loyal men who wanted to protect their lords, and they fell into a league with those who wanted to escape, causing the barely well-organized team to fall into chaos in an instant.

The panic of the opposing army did not affect Walker's rhythm, he flicked the reins, grasped the wooden barrel of the cavalry gun in his right hand, and with a shout, leaned forward slightly, and the war horse under him realized that he had opened four strong and powerful long legs, and launched a charge forward.

The knights of the Farasu family followed, their roars almost piercing the sky, and even more terrifying the hearts of their enemies.

"Assemble! Prepare for the onslaught!"

"Run, disperse!"

"Retreat, retreat for me!"

"Where's the death of the pikemen?!"

Baron Orov's mind was in a state of confusion, and his army had no 'unified command' from the beginning, and the soldiers were thrown into further confusion by the diametrically opposed orders issued by the separate commanders.

...... No, it's not what he imagined!

The fat body trembled, the fear in his eyes almost overflowed with tears, and Baron Oroff's vision was completely occupied by the group of knights who had launched the charge.

He was supposed to show his skill in command on the battlefield, and then fearlessly confronted the enemy, slashing them one by one with his weapon, and then returning victorious......

But why is this happening now?

No, it wasn't what he imagined!!

“...... Quick, protect me!" Baron Orov shuddered and hurriedly screamed, "Protect me and retreat!!"

His head was already in chaos, and now he didn't even know what he was talking about.

The lord's words completely shattered the will of the army, and several knights and soldiers turned their heads in amazement, while many more were overjoyed.

They were not routed by the enemy, they were already routed by their own lords before they even touched the enemy......

The army was completely dispersed, some of the soldiers dropped their weapons and screamed, and fled in all directions, and the knights loyal to the Orov family did not advance or retreat, and stood in the same place at a loss.

Baron Oroff tugged at the reins, but the horse under him was not as easy to control as he thought, and with a tug of the reins, it had already made it jump up and down, trying to shake off the fat pig on its back.

I don't know if it was luck, even with Baron Oroff's clumsy riding skills, he was not thrown off the horse.

The nobleman couldn't help but scream in panic, and the knight slowly reacted, but it was too late, most of the soldiers had already fled, and only a few were still standing still, or trying to run to the lord's side and help him restrain the horse.

It's over, it's all over!

Realizing that the situation was not right, the knights sighed that they had failed before they could use their talents and what they had learned......

"Surrender !!"

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the knights of the Farasu family, and Baron Oroff finally realized that he was engaged in a war, and immediately shouted in a frenzy: "I surrender! The Orov family surrendered! Stop, stop!!"

Walker's eyes flashed behind the mask, and although he grabbed the horse in time and began to slow down the horse's charge, his right hand threw the spear upward, and with a twist of his wrist, he held the spear in his backhand.

The tip of the metal spear shimmered with a 'death' light, and the muscles of his arms and half of his body tensed at the same time, and after taking a deep breath, Walker roared in anger and threw his heavy, slender riding spear out.

The sharp tip of the spear pierced the air, and in an instant, it had already broken through Baron Orov's armor and came out of his body without even a pause.

The fat nobleman sat on horseback, looking at the silver-white knight who slowly stopped beside him in disbelief, blood foaming from the corners of his mouth, and before he could even say a word, he was thrown off by the war horse.

The huge corpse landed heavily on the ground with a thud.

His godless eyes stared straight at the sky, and no more words came out of his throat.

Walker grabbed the wooden pole of the riding spear and glanced around the knights of the Oroff family, "Surrender?"

This was a question, so after a moment's hesitation, the knights, who had been loyal to the Orov family, turned over and dismounted.

"We are willing to surrender to you!"