On a quiet night, there is a thicker tree lying across the ground under the sparse forest.

Godin and his two remaining knight men looked at the tree with some trepidation.

A knight stepped forward, and he seemed to see something carved into the trunk of the tree.

Huh-

A sudden chirp caused the knight, who was about to inspect the tree, to turn sharply and look at the Sky Mountain behind him.

It's a nightingale.

Godin's brow furrowed, and he was startled by the nightingale.

His uneasiness grew stronger.

From the time he saw Fort Lysing to the present, but only one day, Godin had the feeling of experiencing the worst pain of his life.

This feeling is far more terrifying than when fighting Adir's army under Starlight City.

Afraid of what?

It's hard for Godin to imagine, what is he afraid of?

Ilvin?

No, it won't be Ilvin's turn.

Godin really can't imagine that the source of fear came from that direction.

Morrowind, a place he had never seen before.

A small and dilapidated territory with a population of only a few hundred ......

This is the information he heard from others about Morrowind, the lord is a milky boy who inherits the Neumann family, and he heard that he has flattered Prince Lance and mixed up with the title of viscount.

Arrogantly declared Fort Lysing to be its own.

So Godin appeared here, he had the obsession of a traditional knight, and he valued the dignity of a knight very much.

Of course, it wasn't for Fair's promise, not for the position of head of the Knights of the Wild Bones, how could he personally come to fight a small lord, he thought it would be detrimental to his noble knightly image.

After Lundbell, he will be the strongest knight in Haider, with the combat power infinitely close to that of the knights of the earth, the strongest man in Heidel, and the glory symbol of the Knights of the Bones.

But just as Godin's body was about to bloom with all the wonderful aura, he found that he was in fear at this time.

It was the lord of Morrowind, Hune Neumann.

This was the source of Godin's fear, and from the moment he saw Lysingburg, Godin knew he was completely in control.

If time could be turned back, he would definitely reorganize the army of nine hundred men, and he would definitely line up the strongest formation to break through Fort Lyxing and Morrowind.

But alas, time will not turn back, and he stands here with a confused face, and he can barely stand firm with the support of a knight.

"No!" Godin cried out in his heart.

He was not reconciled.

"No, I haven't failed yet!"

Godin's eyes flashed with some hope, as long as he could return to Fort Lyxing, there would be at least a complete combat force of five hundred people there, just one Morrowind Leader, but only a few people were soul powers, which was not comparable to Godin's troops at all!

Godin rekindled hope, and he seemed to have regained his faith.

As he turned his gaze from the nightingale that had disappeared into the night sky, he saw the knight bent down, and the knight stretched out his right hand to touch the trunk of the great tree lying on the ground.

"No!"

Godin shouted.

There was even a bitter smell in his screams.

"No—"

Godin's voice pierced through the grove and disturbed the critters resting in the woods, who ran to their hideaways with shocked and dazed eyes.

It's late.

The knight's hand was already curiously resting on the trunk.

There was a thin layer of snow on the trunk, and he just wanted to clear it up and see what was on it.

Now, he could see clearly that it was a magic mark.

"It's a trap!?"

That was the knight's first thought, for not long ago, he had seen the magic trap set in motion, and their leader, Lord Godin, had suffered a blow in an instant.

The knight began to tremble, his heart pounding violently in fear.

However, the fluctuation of soul power from the magic mark was not strong, but it turned into a small flame, igniting the big tree lying on the ground.

"What's that......"

The knight who was holding Godin had a confused look in his eyes, and the light of the fire flickered in his eyes.

He understood, but he didn't want to recognize the fact that it was the flame of death.

Godin pushed the knight who was holding him away with all his might, and he staggered and limped away with his back to the tree.

"How could I Godin be planted here so easily, Morrowind Collar, I must leave you with not a single residue left!"

......

In the distance, a fire burned in the woods, which was evident at night.

Xiu Yin and the others were also staring at the fire in the woods.

"It's just that you don't have that chance......"

Huin muttered to himself, but he didn't hear what Godin was shouting, and he couldn't have heard it.

It's just that Xiu Yin thinks that Godin must think so.

"Then, give Godin, the youngest and most powerful knight of the Dominion of Haider, the last fireworks of his life!"

Huin's remark was not meant to be sarcastic or to ridicule Godin.

Knights are dignified, even if they are enemies, even the most disgusted enemies, and the knightly glory and knightly creed they enjoy are objective facts.

Xiu gave Godin enough respect, and of course there were some elements in it that were expressed to the fighters on his side.

It doesn't matter who makes this an era that values glory immensely, but these people who are obsessed with knights will admire Xiuyin even more.

The tips of the crossbows were smeared with fire oil, and dozens of crossbowmen were already aiming in the direction of the burning flames in the distant woods.

"Put!"

Hans would not show any mercy to Godin, on the contrary, he only hoped that Godin would go to hell sooner, and even this would not be enough to atone for his atrocities in Fort Lysing.

The sky was full of fire arrows like tiny meteors flying up from the outside of the forest, and then crashed headlong into the small forest.

Burning oils don't go out easily, instead crossbows only make them burn more vigorously with the help of the wind while flying.

By the time the fire bolt entered the forest, it had completely turned into a ball of fire.

Xiu Yin didn't want the piercing power of a crossbow bolt, he just needed a feast of fire.

The protagonist of this feast is Godin.

The flames quickly ignited the entire grove, and the smoke and flames were a magnificent sight under the night sky, at least as the rest of the cultivators thought.

"I hope the flames in hell are even stronger than here......"

Xiu Yin found that he didn't feel much excitement in his heart when he faced this sea of fire, he thought he would have it, but now it seemed that he was calm.

Perhaps this sea of fire was only an insignificant scene compared to what he had seen in Sharmi......