Humility, honor, sacrifice, valor, mercy, spirituality, honesty, justice!

I swear to be kind to the weak

I swear to stand up to the atrocities bravely

I swear to fight all mistakes

I swear to fight for the unarmed

I swear to help anyone who comes to me for help

I swear not to hurt any woman

I swear to help my brother knights

I swear to be sincere with my friends

I swear that I will die for what I love

The knights who followed their oath stood on the hillside, staring at the familiar figures in the escort team, staggering forward step by step under the whipping of the misty mountain people, the unsheathed sword reflecting cold light.

The wind in the north made their cloaks hunt loudly, and even if there was some luxury of sunlight today, and they were wearing armor with fur embedded on their bodies, they still couldn't block the bone-chilling cold.

Not to mention the women!

They wore only thin clothing, clothes that reflected their graceful posture and noble status, but did not sweat under the warm fire. It's just that compared to the past, this thing that pursues and compares with each other can't bring so much warmth to the trembling body.

Perhaps the maids and commoners would have been better, for the years of toil would at least make the body stronger, and the linen garment had no other advantages, but it was sufficient to keep out the cold.

"They won't last long!" said one of the knights, gritting his teeth.

He watched a woman fall weakly and never got back up. After a hard whip, the Misty Mountaineers cursed and left, leaving her to fend for herself in the snow.

"I know!" said the other knight, apparently seeing this scene as well, with an unusually serious expression, "We need a simple and effective plan!"

That's right, plan!

Even if they chose to stand here, they didn't plan to leave alive, but at least until they worked hard, everyone didn't plan to give up even the slightest hope, miracles are always born in desperate situations, aren't they?

There is nothing wrong with following the spirit of knighthood!

But that doesn't mean that my gang are all brute idiots.

"There are seven of us!" he dismounted, snapping off a branch and carefully drawing it on the snow—the extent and situation of the Misty Mountain and the captives in the entire group.

"Here... Over here... And here..."Pointing out the weak points observed, the knight glanced at the faces of his robed brothers, and arranged in detail: "Bernie, Gnah! You two are responsible for the first charge! In this direction, disrupt the formation of the group of barbarians..."

"Oh my! their formation is messed up enough!" the knight named Bernie grumbled exaggeratedly. The surrounding knights laughed in unison, easing the somewhat solemn atmosphere a little.

"But you have to make them more messy! Let them chase and despise you!Give the rest of the men a chance to come to the rescue!" The knight in charge of arranging the plan was not amused, and his serious tone made the laughter pause: "Can it be done?"

"No problem, Cedric. Bernie nodded solemnly.

There were no attendants, and naturally there were no lancers. He connected the small defensive shield to the mechanism of the gauntlet, moved his wrist a few more times, and played a few sword tricks with the long sword, and then tied the strip of cloth that was used to prevent the blood from being too slippery and causing the weapon to fall off, tied it into a dead knot, and tied his hand tightly to the center of the hilt.

"Are you ready?" Bernie asked Gna to the side, who nodded silently, both of them looking ready to go.

"So... I wish you all the best!" Cedric smiled at them, his right hand hammering the breastplate with a muffled 'clang' as the rest of the knights played the rest of the music together.

"I wish you all the best!" they said with heartfelt gratitude.

Unlike the five men who had families, these two men were pure free knights, who only followed their own creeds, and did not hesitate to betray the Count's orders or die in battle.

"Charge !!"

Pulling the helmet's visor down, Bernie and Gurner shouted in unison as they rode down the hill. They will engage in a fierce battle, perhaps in the glory of victory or in a heroic sacrifice, but whatever the outcome, it will always be done.

"Tap, tap, tap...!"

The horseshoe pounded against the icy frozen earth, and the sound of the sound made the Misty Mountain people look at them with a look of surprise, but before they could react, the serpent-like line had been unstoppably broken by the two men.

"It's the knight of Livingston!"

There were barbarians shouting in panic, which made the small section of the line even more chaotic. The companions around them who were unaware of the situation were infected by this sudden panic, and they all looked around at the surrounding environment.

"Are we ambushed?"

From time to time, uneasy voices raised questions, making the others even more uneasy, as if a large group of Ravenston's blue figures would rush out of the forest or the back of a hillside in the next second.

The woman's screams and the man's scolding mingled together, spreading the panic in all directions, and everyone was looking.

It was only when they saw the figure of the comer that the voices of the Livingston women merged into a torrent, and they had the courage to break free from the restraints, and while they tried to escape, there was also a conflict erupting, and the whip whipped on the flesh and fluttered.

"Shut up, there's only two of them!" snarled a suspected chieftain, sriashing a sword that attempted to kill a woman who had broken free from the ropes, only to be knocked over by the armored horse as the knight turned around.

"Phew!"

Bernie pulled the reins hard, and the man on his mount rose to his feet, crushing his chest with a front kick.

"The tenth!"

Gna slashed with his long sword, swept past him with a handful of blood flowers, and said with a hearty laugh: "It seems that this time it will be me who wins!"

"Not necessarily!" Bernie retorted aloud, and the horse leaped back to his feet, rushing out of the encirclement before the Misty Mountain could react.

"Poof!"

One head after another was cut off.

The two of them wandered in the sea of people like swimming fish, and the blood and rain deduced the romance that only belonged to men.

The people of the Misty Mountains seemed to be blinded by this sudden attack, and they were unable to organize an effective resistance. Some of them fled under the pursuit of the knights, while others trembled and clenched their weapons and tried to resist. But without exception, due to the lack of formation obstacles, they will face the slaughter of the knights after swimming from the side.

"Too weak, too weak!" Gerner laughed loudly and disdainfully.

The same is true of Bernie.

Compared to the heavily armed knights, these brutes, clad in animal skins and lacking in steel protection, looked no different from the rioters. If it weren't for their physical strength, both of them felt that they could kill them all on their own.

It's too weak!

Weak and some not so normal?

Despite some doubts in his heart, Cedric on the hillside resolutely ordered: "Prepare to charge!"

He had apparently noticed the vulnerability of the Misty Mountain people as well, and the team responsible for escorting the captives didn't seem to have any advantage other than numbers, perhaps just a bunch of miscellaneous soldiers who were not treated by the Wolves of Omen?

"Kill!"

"For Ravenston!"

"Charge!"

Shouting a jumbled slogan, the knights who had lost their oath rushed down the hill in one fell swoop, and the huge impact that accompanied the speed instantly knocked the barbarians into the air, and the blades took advantage of the momentum to cut the throats of the remnant.

"Come with me!" Cedric shouted.

As the second son of an aristocratic family, he was well educated, and he clearly knew a lot about how to control the situation on the battlefield. Under his leadership, the knights rushed through one hastily assembled formation after another, and the clever cutting ensured that the Misty Mountain people remained scattered all the time, unable to organize effective resistance.

Of course, this also has something to do with their own unwise arrangement, in order to better guard the number of prisoners who are about three times the number of Fang, the team of the Misty Mountain people is already far apart, and there are Livingston women pulling and hindering them, so it is not easy to gather in time.

Moreover, in this chaotic scene, there were even many people in the Misty Mountains who hesitated whether to throw away the whip and pull out their weapons to fight back. After all, in their eyes, these captive women were extremely valuable possessions. Not only can it bring new warriors to the clan every year, but it is also the best spice for an already boring and abnormal life.

Give up or fight back?

Many people have lost their lives in this tangled state.

I believe that if Yiyi can continue like this, the victory will completely belong to Livingston's side. How will the troubadours who make good use of flowery rhetoric sing in praise of their fearless courage and the justice being served. Or is it a celebration of the miracle of winning more with less, the strength of the victor?

The warm touch of blood and the desire for glory stimulated the knights' bloody fight. The spears of the Misty Mountain people could not pierce the finely forged steel armor, and the fragile bodies of humans could not resist the collision and trampling of war horses.

War is always so fraught with uncertainties.

Just as no one knew in advance, the number of knights was only seven against the barbarians of more than five hundred, but it was as if several fierce tigers had burst into the flock, unstoppable!

As the cheers grew louder and louder, the women broke free from the clutches of the devil, and the hopeless Misty Mountain people completely collapsed, and they had to choose to give up these precious possessions and flee in all directions in order to save their lives.

The Ravenstonians have won!

The knights had gone their separate ways of pursuit, and were surrounded by grateful women! When the Count arrived, Cedric was holding his wife in his arms, smiling as he intended to share the joy of victory with him.

Although the knights had given up their oaths before, since the Count had appeared here alone, they had already reaped their forgiveness.

"Your Excellency!"

Cedric called from afar. It's just that the happy smile on his face freezes at this moment, and a sharp arrow that breaks through the air pierces his skull!