The character of the tanner Su Lun is not crazy, but he has a quirk of alcoholism. He may be a little mean, but after all, he is a normal person with a good heart.

However, when the brigade of soldiers appeared on the streets, he behaved strangely.

In such times, "laws" are usually not used to shelter people. And after Lord Tranka hung up, Kieg Town was in a state of "chaos", and basically no one would be held accountable for any crime - which meant that all the soldiers in front of him could turn into thugs at any time!

When the coat of arms representing Count Owen appeared in view, Su Lun's expression suddenly changed to extreme hatred - but in the face of more than 200 heavily armed soldiers, he didn't do anything stupid after all, just cursed in a low voice and took a few steps back.

The soldiers were not interested, and if you paid a little attention, you could tell that they were escorting the group of "prisoners of war" in the middle - the twenty Templars in armor had their hands tied with ropes in layers, and the marks on their bodies indicated that they had been captured alive after a hard fight, and some of them had blood stains on their armor, and their faces were covered in bruises, apparently after being controlled, and they had been beaten a lot...

As a tanner, Su Lun himself was familiar with "armor", but when he gritted his teeth and was about to return to the shop, he was surprised to find that these "prisoners of war" were wearing "Rosicru" standard armor!

The Templars had a conflict with Earl Owen?

When such a thought popped into his mind, Su Lun couldn't help but settle there—all the shops around him had already closed their doors, and Su Lun's lonely figure was quickly noticed by these knights...

"Do you want to die?"

"Your town will soon belong to the Earl, so enjoy your last days!"

Not all knights are moral models who live the "Eight Virtues" in the "Knighthood", in fact, a large number of knights are basically indistinguishable from "robbers"...

The ridicule made Su Lun's already yin owl's face flush, but when he opened his mouth, the master leather maker finally failed to say anything...

What happened made him very clear that in this case, even if he was beaten to death, it was estimated that no one would come out to say half a word.

The world is cruel, and in Kig, where there is no lord to protect them, these knightly fellows can do anything with impunity.

Angry and angry, Suren almost crushed a tooth in his patience, but in the end he forced his anger back to his shop - and thanks to the knights who were busy sending prisoners of war to the other side of town, he might not have been able to keep the shop.

Closing the door tightly, Su Lun pulled the deadbolt and kicked the wooden cabinet next to him, not only venting the resentment in his heart, but also the pain in his toes made him realize that he couldn't do anything - the only thing he could do was sit back in a chair and pull his hair hard -

"This bunch of mongrels... Dregs..."

In the ranks of the prisoners of war, the Templars, Nata, and others were all led forward in a push and shove.

The battle in the forest was almost suspenseful, with 24 men surrounded by more than 200 people, and it was a miracle that Buffon was able to escape.

Nata's arrows were sharp, but the Templars, who were unable to take advantage of their mobility, were unable to defeat each other with both fists, and the whole team lasted only ten minutes before being captured.

Fortunately, Earl Owen ordered him to be caught alive, so everyone, including Henry the Fat Man, still had a life, but they were beaten no less. In the entire team, the only ones who were the least injured and not "cared for" were Nata and Brudy, who were heavily guarded.

Brudy had decided to come to Roddy on the spur of the day because of "Elson", but he had never expected to encounter such a thing, which was indeed extremely unlucky—he was now hunched and looked like an old man on the verge of death, with his hands tied with ropes, but not tight.

There was a wound on his forehead, and he looked around at the surrounding buildings with an indifferent expression, but he remained silent all the way - in the battle just now, this old elf did not release any spells, and at this time, he was completely an old man without combat power in the eyes of others.

Compared to Brudy, Nata's beauty amazed the group of knights, but because she was Earl Owen's "trophy", no one dared to think anything superfluous about her...

Nata's "treatment" is quite special: her strength is too strong, she killed eight soldiers in the blink of an eye in the battle just now, and finally paid the price of four serious injuries when she was caught, so at this time, in order to prevent her from hurting people, the soldiers completely tied Nata's upper body with ropes, and put on heavy shackles before daring to guard the side...

Struggling to walk, Nata's gaze almost erupted in flames.

Hatred, resentment—the negative emotions piled up in her chest, and she could barely calm down.

She hated humans, hated these hateful guys in front of her, and even hated Roddy...

What the hell is Roddy doing!

When she killed the blood raven in Elsa's village before, she had a lot of admiration and gratitude for Roddy, but now it had all turned into loss and despair - there were two hundred or more enemies besieging her, and this situation was completely desperate, and she couldn't think of a reason why Roddy could come here to rescue...

The desperation in her heart made Nata unable to think, she didn't even think about why Brudi was "tied up", and she didn't see the small movement of the village chief silently bending his fingers when walking...

The procession marched silently, and after passing through the wide shopping street, they headed for Earl Owen's camp northeast of town.

Forty knights were on either side of the line, and the rest of the hundred or so soldiers were no more than fifty meters apart, and they were in a relaxed mood at this time, thinking only about the next reward that Earl Owen would give, and they were not worried about any accidents.

But before they could get out of Kieg, a little dust suddenly rose from the edge of the forest in the distance...

"What's that?"

"I guess it's the new lord. ”

"Make such a big formation, for fear that others won't know that he's coming..."

In the midst of idle chat, the team escorting the prisoners of war continued to advance unguarded.

"What I mean is already clear to everyone, this captured team is a subordinate of Baron Saudlore, and I have kept them alive as my 'sincerity' - it would be better if he would stand with us at the negotiating table... And if he still insists on going his own way..."

The eloquent Earl Owen shrugged his shoulders and looked around at the different lords in front of him, "Then you must be willing to look at this lord who is trying to take over Kieg... What the hell is really capable of? ”

"Earl Owen, these things are just minutiae. The ownership of Kieg is only one aspect, and with such a large territory under Tranca, what about the taxes of those knights?"

"Duke Angmar doesn't necessarily agree. ”

"Angmar? Who cares if he agrees or disagrees now? Francis died inexplicably, and Sally ran to the 'Temple' for two years before returning, huh... When you come here today, your eyes are not just on Kig Town..."

The intent expressed by this sentence could not be more obvious - the supreme lord of the Evta realm is no longer alive, and the collapse is imminent.

The barons, led by Howard, want to get a piece of the pie as soon as possible, while the puppets, led by Owen, want to quickly solve Sodrol and avenge Ansadine. Count Durant has both intentions, but he is rejected by both sides at the same time because of his excessive power...

As a result, the situation unconsciously reached a delicate balance.

However, just as the negotiations were at an impasse, the smoke and dust raised in the distance made several lords turn their heads at the same time.

"Who's here again?"

"The formation is quite bluffing, is it warning us?

In the sneer, several lords did not take this "appearance" seriously, and Earl Owen turned his head to look, but there was a strange premonition in his heart - he muttered to himself: "Impossible..."

"Earl Owen has an idea, do you know who is coming?"

"I was just thinking that if the person who came was Baron Sodrore..."Earl Owen pointed to the distance and deliberately made a "scared" expression, "Could it be that he is ready to go to war with us directly?" ”

Such words naturally attracted a burst of undisguised laughter: At this time, the five lords, the knights alone combined are more than 400, and the infantry is more than 2,000 people, this scale is enough to fight a war, who has the courage to rush over? Not to mention the baron who has no more than 100 soldiers...

Although they are competing for power and profit with each other, these old aristocrats still show a consistent "disdain" attitude when facing guys who don't understand the rules.

At this moment, the soldiers in their respective camps were actually as relaxed as the nobles. In the face of the team rushing from 500 meters away, they were not too guarded, they just looked curiously, and did not think about the word "facing the enemy" at all.

At 400 meters, the horses' hooves roared, the smoke and dust gradually dispersed, and people could see that it was only a team of about sixty people.

Three hundred meters, the armor of the person who came was already clearly visible, and the silhouette of the cavalry spear pointed high into the sky could already be seen clearly.

Two hundred meters, the war horse actually accelerated again, and the direction was straight at Earl Owen's camp.

One hundred meters...

Earl Owen's knights finally realized that the other party seemed to be more than just a "demonstration", and the mounted spear held high was actually pointed at the camp!

The camp was in a panic, the soldiers picked up their weapons indiscriminately, the knights didn't even have time to put on their armor, the soldiers who gave the order shouted and screamed, but they could only watch the team charge towards them at the extreme speed...

The lords two or three hundred meters away still maintained the posture of the conversation just now, but at this time, they were all looking at Earl Owen's camp in a daze-the expressions on everyone's faces were extremely exciting, but the corners of Earl Owen's mouth twitched four or five times in succession...

"Boom!"

The sound of crashing was heard.

"Earl Owen, it seems that there really is a madman... War is waged against us. ”