"Saarion?"

Lance felt the fog in his heart be lifted a little, but he was so distracted by the chaos around him and the frightened screams of the women that he didn't grasp the fleeting inspiration.

"Die!"

The Count slammed the wooden table in his hand in the direction of the betrayer, and his two-handed greatsword was not carried on his back because he was attending the dinner, so he had to pick up a chair and slam it on the floor, removing one of its legs as a weapon.

"Poof!"

The blade of a traitor's sword was stuck in the wood, and the Count raised his foot and kicked it out with a kick, smashing it into the stone wall of the castle and sliding down.

The rest of the betrayers were stunned for a moment, and the Earl roared angrily and took advantage of the situation to kill the crowd, relying on his burly figure to directly knock several people away, and the sticks in his hands flew around, beating the group of people to the ground and wailing.

It's just that it seems that seeing that the situation is unfavorable, seeing that the companions around them have been killed by the knights, these guys have resolute eyes one by one, and they are foaming at the mouth.

"Oops!"

The knight of Carlos, who had originally challenged Reims, was standing closer, and when he saw this, he quickly rushed up and pulled open the chin of a betrayer, pulled out some black powder from between his teeth, wiped it on the deceased's clothes a few times in disgust, and reported to the earl: "It's dead... They're specially trained dead soldiers!"

"Hmm—" The Count craned his shoulders, as if he was a little unsatisfied with the battle just now, and he stared at the Salion crossbow in the hands of the dead men and said to Lance, "Are you still going to deceive you?

"Deceive, deceive what, what do these people have to do with me?

The amount of information passed on by the earl was a bit large, and Lance was a little stunned for a moment, his castle guard had mixed in with so many ill-intentioned enemies, and the captain happened to be missing, and this betrayal of someone close to him made him feel very bad.

"Why are you still stunned! Do you have to wait for us knights to do it?" the knight of Carlos glared at the castle guard in the distance, and shouted with some dissatisfaction, "Or are you also accomplices of the traitors?"

"No, no, no, my lord, we don't know anything!"

The soldiers hurriedly explained, for fear of being involved, looking at the corpses of the dead soldiers on the ground, they still didn't understand that their own adults might really have a big deal this time.

"A bunch of rubbish!"

Seeing that the two guards were being elected under the push, he hesitated and strode forward, trying to take the long sword from Lance's hand. The knight of Carlos immediately scolded dissatisfiedly: "There is really what kind of commander there is, what kind of soldier there is, my own lord is a coward who doesn't even dare to accept a duel, and his command is full of pretentious garbage..."

The two soldiers suddenly turned red, lowered their heads and sped up a few steps, they had nothing to justify, because the battle just now was not clear about the situation, so they basically played the role of spectators throughout the whole process.

"You!"

The harsh sarcasm made Lance frown, and he came back to his senses and glared at Carlos fiercely before turning his head to look at the Count.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, Carolus, you can take away my position, but you can't take away my dignity!" he pushed away the two guards, pointed his sword at Carlos, and said, "Since this boy craves honor, then I'll teach him how to taste defeat first." ”

"Haha! what a breath!" Carlos laughed disdainfully.

He assumed a standard fighting stance, his sword crossed his chest, and his sharp eyes looked at Lance.

The crowd exploded, leaving enough room for the two to face each other.

Lance looked at Count Carolus, he didn't mean to stop him, he just watched the two confront each other indifferently, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Bell!"

The duel begins, and the two long swords intertwine together, splashing scattered sparks.

It was only a tentative exchange, and the two men took a step back to stabilize their bodies and continue to walk.

Lance changed his sword and shook his numb right arm, feeling that his opponent's strength was obviously much greater than his own.

But he didn't plan to use the power of the god of 'Nidaya', he wanted to rely on his own strength to win this victory - this made Ye Ming, who was hiding in the mysterious space and peeping at the screen, scold his mother for a while!

"Ahh

Carlos roared and rushed forward.

Chop, pry, cross-cut!

There was a screeching sound of steel, and the blade was pinpointedly blocked by Lance, who deftly dodged Carlos' next combo, his elbow striking him in the chest.

"Hmm—" Carlos snorted and took a few steps back, but only adjusted his breath before rushing back up.

He wears a cuirass!

Lance felt a dull ache in his arm, which caused him to slow down his next move, and Carlos seized the opportunity to strike in a combo.

"Bell! bell!"

Lance struggled to block, although the force from the sword body shocked him to numb, but relying on the experience accumulated in the battle with the Misty Mountain People under the control of the god of Nidaye, he was still keenly aware of the gap in Carlos's sword momentum.

"Bell!"

Taking advantage of another successful block, the moment before Carlos slashed the next sword, he simply gritted his teeth and stepped forward sharply with his long sword.

"Chance!"

After successfully using his sideways to avoid Carlos' slash, Lance struck Carlos in the abdomen with the hilt of his sword, knocking him flying and slamming him on the floor with a loud 'bang'.

"Huh!"

The knights watching the battle around suddenly let out a burst of disgruntled boos.

Carlos scrambled to his feet, his face flushed with rage, and he picked up the fallen sword, intending to continue.

"Enough!" Count Carolus stood up and gave him a cold look, "You've already lost!"

He walked up to Lance and took a closer look.

Her short pale blonde hair was soaked with sweat, her chest was rising and falling with her intense breathing, and her fairly handsome face was full of fortitude, but it was a little rough blown by the cold wind of the north.

As he took a few steps, his royal blue eyes stared at him like a wolf, just as Alexis had when he was younger.

This made Count Carolus a little distracted for a while, as if he remembered something, he patted Lance on the shoulder with some disappointment, and ordered: "Guards, put him in the dungeon!"

"Believe it or not, I, Lance Ircutlin, have never abandoned my companions, nor have I turned my back on my king!" replied Lance in a loud defense, "I don't know where you got the news, but it's all slander!

Although his heart was filled with unwilling emotions, this time he did not resist, obediently put down his long sword, let the shackles bind his hands and feet, and walked towards the door accompanied by several guards.

"It doesn't matter whether I believe you or not, the Kingdom Judge will find out. Count Carolus's voice sounded behind him, very indifferent.

Lance didn't explain anything more, the army of the 'Omenwolf Wolf' in Misty Mountain and even the town of Ryan was bloodbathed, it was just his own speculation, without evidence, how could he convince everyone?

Moreover, from the Earl's attitude, it is not difficult for him to analyze that the truth of the facts has long been distorted by some people with ulterior motives, and the information obtained by the Count must be wrong, but his own behavior and rumors are destined not to be believed by others.

Fortunately, Angel, Martin, and Jacob were all arranged out by themselves, and there is still a chance...

"Alright, boring game over!

Count Carolus clapped his hands, turned back to the main seat and sat down, the attendants neatly cleaned up the table, carried the corpse out and disposed of it, the cheerful music began again, and the hall became noisy and lively again, as if nothing had happened.

Originally, he was going to tease the kid a little longer, but Carlos's defeat was a shame.

As for Lance's defense?

In his opinion, he was just cleaning up a worm hiding in an apple.

As a strong shield to defend the kingdom, Count Carolus said that the most disgusting thing in his life is this kind of coward who leaves his people and subordinates and runs away alone!

What did the Ranger say?

Their commander, Lord Lance, was scared away by a group of Misty Mountain barbarians, leaving only their deputy commander Igor to fight bloodily in the town of Ryan to protect the people and lands of the kingdom from being violated.

And if nothing else, all this would have turned into a good news, presented to his own hands, adding a generous touch to the merits of Lance Ilketrin, and then turning into a medal inlaid on the breastplate of this moth, and becoming a talking point among the nobles to boast about each other.

But they got away with it!

The number of barbarians descending the mountain was increasing, and it was already a little overwhelming to rely on a large group of rangers, so in order to avoid the fall of the town of Lane and the persecution of Lance, Igor had to send him over Ilcutlin to ask for help from Silverblade Castle.

Combined with the information he obtained, Lance did lead a large group of Rangers to inspect the town of Lane, but he ran back by himself and hid in a warm room unconscious?

Two days!

For the sake of the Stoke family, I gave him two days!

But what did he get?

No news, no call for help! Everything is business as usual?

If it weren't for the mottled bloodstains on the Ranger's body, the battle axe of the Bearclaw Berserker he brought, and the hideous-looking head, he would have even thought that the Misty Mountain defense line was impregnable!

The Count of Carolus took a big sip of beer, and the foam stained his beard all over the place.

Lance's unusual behavior reminded him of the secret letter provided by the informer, which he did not believe in the alarmist content at first, but today's assassination under his nose made him hesitate.

"Bang!"

As a warrior who was good at solving problems with his muscles rather than his brain, these annoying thoughts were so irritating that the Count simply slammed the cup on the table.

"Enjoy the party's revelry tonight, boys, and we're going to take out those damned Misty Mountain brutes tomorrow!" he shouted, raising his glass.

"them!"

The knights echoed loudly, and the energy that was stimulated by blood but had nowhere to vent for the time being, was used by them on the women beside them, and the shrill screams, slapsticks, and chasing laughter filled the room, and the hall suddenly became unbearable.

Count Carolus watched all this drunkenly, pulled the two maids beside him, and moved as if no one was around.

"Perhaps..."

The defeated Carlos leaned against the corner, silently drinking as if in deep thought.