With a loud roar, the hilt of the Assassin's hand slammed into the head of the Assassin again, and immediately after, the tip of the iron sword stabbed nearly half a foot into the Assassin's head.

Then, both of them took a step back, and their weapons fell to the ground.

The left side of the Assassin's head was red and swollen from the Assassin's hilt, and blood was bleeding from it. He was dizzy and his body swayed, but he struggled to keep himself from falling, and took a few steps backwards before he could barely stand on his feet.

The Assassin grabbed the blade of the sword above his head with both hands, let out a terrible scream, and fell to the ground, no longer moving.

A swift sea breeze blew, and the warm breath seemed to carry a smell of blood.

Ignoring the wounds on his head and left hand, he staggered forward a few steps against the gust of wind, bent down and picked up the best elite scimitar he had dropped on the ground, and ran as fast as he could now.

The horse remained not far from Ksmerd, and did not move where he was, and Ksmerd ran to the horse, immediately turned on his horse, and rode towards the village of Udinillad.

Although it was still some distance from the village of Udenillad, it was clearly perceived by Ksmoed, where the fire was dazzling, the people were noisy, and there were constant screams.

Kersmund knew that these shadow assassins were ruthless and murderous without blinking, and they only needed less than twenty people, which was enough to kill all the more than 100 villagers in this small village in just a few minutes.

Perhaps the lords' troops would have rushed to the rescue from the castle or town near the village, but by the time they arrived, the place would have been covered in blood and engulfed in flames.

At this moment, within a radius of 100 miles, only Kersmoud may be able to give timely rescue to this small village.

Instead of daring or imagining the consequences, Kersmoud just rushed desperately towards the village of Udinillad. He tried his best to keep his composure, but his breathing was still rapid, and he could even hear his heart pounding in his chest.

As he approached the residential area of the village of Udenillad, he soon saw a scuffle in the light of a fire. It was evident that there were two sides fighting, one of which, as Ksmerd had expected, was none other than the treacherous Assassins in black hats and robes, and the other was not the villagers of Udinillad, but a number of soldiers in armor.

When Kersmund saw the scale armor or scale vests worn by the soldiers, he immediately recognized them as the regular army of the Kingdom of Vegia. It was not a one-sided massacre in Udenillad, but a fight, and the Shadow Assassins were clearly at a disadvantage in this battle, for they were now only a dozen or twenty men in the battle, while the Vigian soldiers who fought with them numbered thirty or forty.

There were already many corpses lying on the ground, more than half of them were black-clad shadow assassins. However, most of the Assassins, whether lying on the ground or still standing in battle, had no pattern on their chests, and only a few had an iron-blue pattern on their chests.

Before he could think about it, Kersmund rode forward to join the fray, his superior horsemanship sprinting his way through the melee, slashing at the treacherous Assassins.

The battle was soon over, as the battle was quickly brought to an end after Kersmund rode his horse through the crowd and the situation was turned to one side.

The Shadow Assassins were struck down one by one by the soldiers of Kersmerd and Vegia, or killed or wounded. The Shadow Assassin who was wounded and fell to the ground would immediately pull out a dagger from his body and kill himself without hesitation. As a result, not a single Shadow Assassin survived the battle.

The battle ended when the last of the Shadow Assassins was slashed by Kersmerd.

After knocking out all the enemies, Kosmund dismounted and joined the soldiers in extinguishing the fire in the burning house. At this time, the villagers dared to run out of their respective houses one after another.

Later, from the mouths of the Vigia soldiers, Kersmund learned about the general situation and what had happened.

It turned out that these Virgian soldiers were subordinate to the lord of Fort Bruga, Viramboye, and were the elite of his troops, numbering nearly fifty people. Led by Viramboye, they had set up an ambush in a hidden spot near the village of Udenillad before dark, and when the thirty or so Shadow Assassins arrived in the village shortly after nightfall, they began to burn the village and prepare to kill them.

First of all, a dozen or so Vegian archers shot down nearly ten Assassins in an instant, and then, when the Assassins were terrified, Viramboye led his soldiers to rush out and lay siege to these Shadow Assassins.

"How did you know they were going to attack this village?" asked Kersmed to a Virgian guard wearing a scaly armor.

The Vigia guard replied, "I don't know about that! ”

While Kersmerd was talking to the Virgian guard, a middle-aged man wearing a Virgian noble helmet, a nomadic robe, and a short-handled military scythe and a heavy kite-shaped shield walked slowly to Kersmord's side.

He quickly looked Ksmund up and down with a melancholy and deep gaze by the light of the torches around him, and said in a gentle and slightly majestic tone: "Hello, young man, thank you for your assistance! My name is Veran, and I am a friendly neighbor to the villagers of Udenillad, and a loyal vassal of King Yarogerk in the Kingdom of Vigia. What's your name? ”

"Oh, you are the lord of Brugaburg, Wieranpoye! I've heard of you!" said Kosmed respectfully and excitedly, "My name is Kosmerd, and I'm from the Nord kingdom. ”

"You're a Nord, well, I can see it, but I'm not sure, because you're the first Nord I've ever seen ride so well, and you're much better at riding than I am. Really, a skilled Nord warrior, or rather, a Nord knight, oh, this is something I haven't met in years of fighting, and it's unbelievable. Let's hope you won't be our enemy in the future, haha. The surprise and a hint of jealousy in Viramboye's tone were covered by his hearty laughter, "You can come to our aid in time, which means that you are near this small village." So, what are you doing in this little village? Young man, I don't think you are passing through here. Jamila smiled wryly, noncommittal to Belluga's words.

"In such an accident, you are not at fault in the slightest, and you should not see yourself as an unfortunate person, because there will be many men who love you, and you will soon find the man you love, and the beautiful and happy life that belongs to you is waiting for you not far away. Beruga continued to say to himself.

"Well, father, you don't need to say any more, mother has already told me enough. Jamila said impatiently, and then her expression became solemn, and her tone became serious, "I don't grieve for his death anymore, after all, he is such a distant and unreal existence for me, and he expects me not to grieve too much because of him. I don't have to go against his will, and I don't have to embarrass myself. I'm just a little confused and depressed right now. ”

Bruga immediately asked, "What else is there to be frustrated about? My good daughter, can you speak up? Let me enlighten you well, it's really not good for you to be sullen like this, and your mother and I are also distressed and unhappy when we look at it." ”

"Say it?" No, ......" Jamila quickly shook her head and said, her face also blushing slightly, "I mean, I can't tell you...... But you really don't have to worry, I'm really fine. ”

"Alas, my precious daughter has really grown up, and now she can't talk to me about her thoughts!" said Beruga, as if angry, "too, tomorrow you will be seventeen years old, and you will officially grow up." Okay, I don't care what you're thinking, anyway, you promised me that tomorrow, which is your birthday, you must come out of this state, be happy, be happy, you know?"

"Okay, I see, father, go back and recuperate, and leave me alone. Jamila urged.

Belluga stood up and said solemnly: "There is another very important thing, you must go to the arena with me tomorrow afternoon to watch the athletic meeting, because someone will give you a very special birthday present, and this is the last step of your coming-of-age ceremony tomorrow, do you understand?"

"Arena, what is this special birthday present, and who gave it to me?" asked Jamila, frowning, confused.

"Tomorrow, you'll know," Belluga said. Anyway, you listen to me and come with me to the arena when the time comes. ”

Jamila nodded and didn't ask more.

"By the way, what do you think of Mr. Oslo?" asked Beruga, looking at Jamila with a concerned gaze, as if he was looking forward to her answer.

Jamila tilted her head sideways and thought for a moment under Beruga's gaze, and when Belluga couldn't help blinking her eyes two or three times, she said, "Oh, I remember, Mr. Oslo? is that your business partner, the businessman who is almost thirty years old?"

Belluga hurriedly said: "It's him, he is indeed my business partner...... But what makes him more notable is his nobility, and he is the nephew of our lord of Kulau, Mr. Rodra, and you must know that, right?"

Jamila leaned her head and body against the wall next to her again, and said disapprerovingly: "What does it matter if you know him? What does his identity have to do with me? I seem to have seen him a few times, but I can't remember what he looks like, and I don't know who he is...... I can't make a meaningful assessment of him, and I don't bother to judge him. ”

"Uh...... How can you be so indifferent to him? He's such a big man, it's hard for ordinary people to get close to him! And he's a very good man! he's been very good to me, and he's good to you!" Beruga became more and more agitated, "Doctor Bartley was the one who introduced me, and he sent someone to take me to this doctor. Because of him, I have suffered less from many injuries, and in addition, he has helped my business a lot in the past year or two......"

Jamila interrupted him, and said in a lazy and impatient voice: "Father, I am not interested in him at all, you don't have to tell him anymore, if you have nothing important, just leave me alone, I want to be quiet." Otherwise, I'll be like this tomorrow, don't blame me for not listening to you!"

"Okay, I won't say anything, my good daughter, I'll leave now, you promised me, tomorrow will be fine!" said Belluga, quickly turning around and walking quickly towards the door, he was really afraid that his daughter would be in this state tomorrow, so he didn't dare to say more to annoy Jamila.

It wasn't until after Belluga had left that Jamila reopened her eyes and looked out the window at the snowy sky.

"Why didn't my father mention it to me if I wasn't interested in someone. And the people I care about have been nothing but news?" Jamila muttered to herself.

"Why you?" said Jamila, her face suddenly flushed, as if she remembered something that made her feel shy, and she couldn't help but show a happy, obviously heartfelt smile, but this smile was fleeting, and the next moment it was replaced by a look of frustration, and her tone became cold, "Why not you?"

"Well, where are you now?Will you really come back to me tomorrow?Aren't you just talking about it, and now you're at the end of the earth, and you're happy, aren't you?," Jamila looked at the sky and bowed her head, as she asked these questions that would not have been answered.

But soon, all the negativity on her face was swept away, because there was a firmness in her heart that made her look forward and believe more resolutely after being overwhelmed by depression and loss.

"No, I know you're going to come back to me, I'm sure you're going to come back to me!" she said excitedly, looking up at the window, as if to the sky. Then, she reached for the liren on the bedside table and played it earnestly, pouring all her girlish feelings into the beautiful tune......

Of course, the naïve and innocent Jamila would not have thought that the person she was not interested in at all, Oslo, had already taken a fancy to her, and like a hungry wolf, he had been eyeing her and coveting her for a long time. Tomorrow's athletic meeting was held by Oslo in order to please her, and he tried to ask his uncle Rodra to hold it.

He arranged everything, just waiting for Jamila's birthday to come tomorrow, he would win the championship in that athletic tournament according to his plan, and then give it to Jamila on the spot to win Jamila's favor. And at that time, in front of her father and many onlookers, Jamila wanted to refuse, how easy was it to say?

Oslo's move is very insidious, clearly to force Jamila to accept herself. As long as he said some vague and ambiguous words when he gave the athletic championship as a gift to Jamila, and then Jamila was under pressure to accept his "gift" and the accompanying "dedication", it was very likely that the others would have another understanding after listening to it.

After that, Oslo spread some remarks in the streets of Kurau that Jamila liked him and was willing to marry him, and Jamila would probably become Oslo's fiancée.